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our-destiny · 1 year

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Day 6 of @creativepromptsforwriting's 30 Days Writing Challenge - Write about a blackout

A/N: These past 5 days I have been going outside my comfort zone, well today I decided to jump back in and write more Soft Dark Bucky :]

Content / Trigger Warnings: Stalking, Murder, implied noncon touching

I am not responsible for the media you consume, read the warnings, minors DNI

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Word Count: 1228

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He was always watching. Everywhere you go he was always there keeping an eye on you. Or keeping you safe, as he described it. He left notes sometimes, though they were getting more and more frequent. That's also how you knew you weren't just paranoid; he really was everywhere. It seemed like as long as there were shadows for him to hide in, he would be watching. At first, they weren't as creepy. The first one you found on your desk when you walked into work. By now you had been feeling watched for about a month, but chalked it up to a lack of sleep because of work, but this quickly made you change your mind. The piece of lined paper was folded in half, blank save for some messy handwriting at the top.

I don't trust Michael. You should stop talking to him.

- James

Michael was your co-worker, he seemed pretty nice, you wouldn't call him a close friend but you talked to him occasionally. But you didn't know anybody named James, especially nobody that would leave a note like this. It was probably a prank, some of your co-workers were tricksters they probably saw how tired you were recently and thought you needed some fun in your life. You ignored it, kept speaking to Michael during lunch breaks and kept brushing off that feeling of being watched. That was until a week later you found another note on your desk, the same lined paper, folded in half with the same messy handwriting.

I didn't want to do this but you left me no choice. You should have listened.

- James

That day Michael didn't come to work. Or the next. Or the next. And a few days later they found his body. So maybe that wasn't a prank. And maybe you weren't just being paranoid.

The notes continued sporadically, a few of them were warning you not to get too close to that new friend you made and despite how bad you felt suddenly ghosting people you were too afraid to find out what would happen if you didn't. But most of them were harmless, maybe you would even say they were sweet if they weren't from your stalker. Stuff like, "Remember to drink water, you can't live off of caffeine." or, "That shirt looks nice on you." All from James.

But then they started showing up in your house. And 'James' started referencing things no one should know about you. How your shampoo smells nice, or reminding you to buy more bread before going home because you're running low. Or how that one annoying ex "won't be bothering you anymore." You assume they never found the body since you didn't hear anything about it. He also starting signing off differently, before it was just his name but now he says all sorts of things. "Yours Forever", "Love, James", "You own my heart,". He was talking as if he were your lover, not a deranged stalker with an unhealthy obsession. But that was how it stayed for a while. You'd never be apart from James, he would manifest in the shadows and you could feel his gaze scanning every inch of your body. You didn't know what he wanted but for now he seemed content with just looking, dealing with anyone who got too close for his liking, and leaving you weird notes around your house, lined paper, folded in half with messy handwriting.

As embarrassing as it is to admit, you were becoming slightly scared of the dark. Whenever you looked into shadows you swear you could see something moving in them, James haunting your mind, making you feel like the shadows are watching you. Your new found fear of the dark started becoming a hindrance on your life, making you jump at nothing, scared to walk down a dark hallway.

Which really didn't help when the power went out one night.

The storm was pushing against your windows, the occasional crack of thunder lighting up the sky. He was here, as he always was, watching you from the shadows. You had every light on, but even then he was still just out of sight. That was, until the room was swallowed up by darkness. And your phone was dead. How convenient. You should have charged it in advance, of course the power would go out on a night like this, but you were frozen on the couch the past half hour, waiting in suspense for the moment the power goes out, as opposed to preparing for it. You knew that he would make his move now when the room was pitch black. So you have to make your move first.

You stood up from the couch, ready to make a dash for the door at a moments notice. The wind was still screaming outside, making it hard for you to listen for him, but you heard him anyway. Footsteps. To your left. You turned to face the direction he was, and slowly tried to walk towards the door despite how little you could see. Then the footsteps stopped. Silence. You should have kept going, it was obvious he was in the room but instinctively you stopped, trying to listen for him again. That was a mistake.

He was behind you. You didn't hear him move at all, but that quickly faded to the back of your mind when he put his hands on your hips. When it comes to dangerous situations you always thought you'd fight or run away, you didn't expect to freeze. But you did. James rest his head on your left shoulder, nuzzling into your neck, and when he spoke you could feel his breath just below your ear.

"You scared of the dark sweetheart?" His tone was soft, caring, a bit gravelly, like he hadn't used it in a while, but it sounded warm. Not at all like you expected your stalker to sound.

"Shh, shh, don't worry, m'gonna protect you. No need to be scared, I'm sure it'll come back on in a minute." He started gently swaying the both of you, you guess the action was supposed to be comforting.

"James?" The combined fear of the dark room and your stalker made your voice shaky. God, you felt pathetic, the door is right there, he's not even holding onto you that tight.

"That's right, sweetheart. It's nice to finally touch you, when you're awake at least." James gave a small chuckle at the end, as if it was funny that he was touching you in your sleep.

"But, why?" What did he want with you? Why was he killing off random people for you? Why was he treating you like his lover when he's been stalking you?

"Mmm? Why?" He waited a breath while he thought of an answer. "Because you feel like coming home. After Hydra I didn't know what to do. But you feel like home and I'm not willing to lose that again."

He wraps his arms around your waist, the left one felt colder, pressing against you uncomfortably. He gave you a small squeeze, still rocking side to side with you.

"I'm not gonna lose you. Not gonna let anybody take you from me. You're all mine."

You don't think you're ever going to get over your fear of the dark. Not after this.

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myfanficlibraries · 1 year

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Bucky Barnes

Alpha!Bucky

1) Alpha!Bucky Drabble by @vanillanaps

2) Heart and Soul by @all1e23 Complete Series

3) Little Red Riding Hood by @holylulusworld Dark

4) Need You Now by @angrythingstarlight Smut

5) The Start of Something New by @navybrat817 Featuring: Hal Carter Omega!Reader Ongoing Smut in later parts

Angst

1) Question by @bluehourbucky Cheating

2) Stuff of Fairy Tales by @hannibals-favourite-meal Complete Series Plus Size Reader Pregnancy Sex Pollen

3) The Ultimatum by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky Ex-Boyfriend Angst

4) Waiting on the Corner by @holylulusworld College AU

Biker!Bucky

1) Kiss Me Like You Mean It by @angrythingstarlight Fluff Implied Smut

2) Roar & Giggle by @holylulusworld Ongoing Series

Boyfriend!Bucky

1) Can You Not by @buckyalpine Exhibitionism (later parts) Reader’s Ex

2) Measurements by @invisibleanonymousmonsters Fluff Tall Reader

3) So Perfect by @bloodredwolfsbane Fluff

4) Something New by @beanthesprout Smut

5) Take the Trash Out by @splendidreads Angst Reader’s Ex

Dark

1) Make You Feel My Love by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

2) Wrong Number by @targaryenvampireslayer

Drunk!Bucky

1) Clingy by @sleepypanda27

2) Drunk Baker!Bucky by @angrythingstarlight Dirty Jokes Implied Smut

3) Drunk Bucky Drabble by @pellucid-constellations

4) Drunk Words Are Sober Truths by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

5) Guess What’s On Your Mind by @tellmealovestory Angst Insecure Reader

6) Guys Night by @teamcap4bucky Featuring: Avengers Injuries Mentions of vomit

7) I Think I Wanna Marry You by @likeahorribledream

8) Maybe Later by @lovelybarnes

9) Sober Thoughts by tropicalcap (Deactivated account)

10) You Know What Rhymes With Drunk? Sex by @seventven Implied Smut

Fairy Tale AU

1) The Unseen One by @extremelyblackandwhite Complete Series Hades!Bucky

Fluff

1) Anything to Make You Smile by @takenbypeter

2) Best Boyfriend You Never Had by @language-rxgers Fake Boyfriend Complete Series

3) Big Fan by @bubblessunshinehoney Ongoing Series

4) Happy Little Accidents by @espinosaurusrexex Veteran!Bucky

5) The Life by @hesthermay

6) Little Black Dress by @thefallenbibliophilequote Insecure Reader Plus Size Reader

7) Tall Drink of Water by @invisibleanonymousmonsters Tall Reader

8) You Are Beautiful by @holylulusworld Ongoing Series Plus Size Reader

Fuckboy!Bucky

1) Send Nudes by @bucky-barnes-diaries Implied Smut Nudity

Librarian!Bucky

1) Face Sitting by @bucky-barnes-diaries Smut

2) Once Upon a Time by @navybrat817

Mafia AU

1) A deal with Bee by @angrythingstarlight Fluff

2) Blow Sweet and Thick by @angrythingstarlight Smut

3) Owned by @jobean12-blog Smut

4) Passionate Negotiations by @targaryenvampireslayer Smut

5) Plot Twist by @winterarmyy Arranged Marriage Mini-Series Smut in later parts

6) Power Play by @late-to-the-party-81 Ongoing Series Smut Soft!Dark

7) Promise by @straywords Smut

8) Trespassing by @sebstan2020 Dark Fic

9) Your Hands On Me by @slyyywriting

10) Your Love Gets Sweeter Every Day by @povlvr Series

Omega!Bucky

1) A Touch Too Far by @angrythingstarlight

2) I Am Sorry Alpha by @bucky-boo-bear

3) Where the Shivers Won��t Find You by @heli0s-writes Alpha!Reader Smut

Series

1) Baker!Bucky by @angrythingstarlight Fluff Ongoing Series Smut

2) Keeping Me Up by @writing-for-marvel Complete Series

3) You Will be the Death of Me by @fluffysucker Angst Completed Series Ex-husband!Bucky Fluff Some Smut

Smut

1) Beard Burn by @biteofcherry Featuring: Ari Levinson

2) Fitness Pack - Bucky by @holylulusworld Personal Trainer!Bucky Plus Size Reader Smut in Part 2

3) Lumberjack!Bucky Drabble by @angrythingstarlight

4) Midsummer Night’s Dream by @jamesbuckybarnes1917

5) Overtime by @navybrat817 Featuring Jake Jensen

6) Petals by @biteofcherry Sex Pollen

7) Pluvious by @buckymorelikefuckme

8) Sleepless Nights by @kikixreverie

Soft Dark/Stalker!Bucky

1) Follow You Home by @navybrat817

2) Permission by @silver-pieces

3) Sleeping With a Friend by @rubynationwins Plus Size Reader Somnophilia

Soulmate AU

1) Heartbeat for a Biker by @definitely-a-nerd

Winter Soldier

1) Kidnapped by @buckgasms Dark Smut

2) Sleepwalking by @lanadelreyscokewhor3 Smut Soft Dark

3) Welcome Home...Soldat? by @winterarmyy Light smut

4) Winter Soldier is a Match Maker by @universitypenguin Dark/Soft Dark? Smut

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crowwritesaway · 1 month

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Yandere Bucky Barnes x Reader Pt. 1

“We can’t do this.” Bucky leaned closer to you. “Why not?” He whispered, staring at your lips. “Can you back up?” His scent was driving you up the walls. He smirked. “Why? Can’t think.”

You back away until you hit the couch. You avoided making eye contact with him. “Doll, what’s wrong?” He asked, smiling down at you. She’s so fucking cute. Irresistible.

“N-nothing.” You crossed your arms. “Sure, whatever you say.” You looked around the couch. Where is the remote? Maybe a movie will shut him up? He greedily stared at you. She knows how I feel. She has to feel the same way. He sat down next to you. “Here, sweetheart.” He gave you the remote. You grasped it. He laughed. “I can’t believe my eyes. Is my Y/N shy? Huh? Look at me.” He was amused. You took the control without glancing at him.

“No. Annoyed.” He put a hand over your head. “Sure. I can practically hear your heart.” He softly smiled at you. You furrowed your brow. I forgot about that. You shook your head. “Just watch the show.”

He didn’t move his eyes from you. “I’d rather do you. I mean, I’d rather watch you.” He bit his bottom hip. I meant every word. Waking up next to her is my dream. Oh, I could give you such sweet dreams, Y/N.

“Please, all this is boring me.” You replied. You felt flustered. What is up with him today? “Already begging. You see, you and I, we deserve each other. We belong together.”

“Best friend. Bucky.” You exhaled before looking his way. He looked at you with lustful eyes. You cleared your throat. “I have a date.” You said trying to catch his off guard. Bucky frowned. “Doll, you made an appointment with your doctor?” Certainly not a date with a man. My Y/N wouldn’t go one some lousy date. Not with some punk.

“Uh, never mind.” Bucky scooted closer to you. “Doll, answer me. What date? And with who?” You clicked your tongue. “Don’t be jealous. I’ll still have time for you.” Huh? No. I need all your time. I need your attention on me. Call me clingy. I don’t care. Bucky coldly laughed. “Doll. He has to go through me if he wants to date you.” You shot your head in his direction. “Since when?”

“Since we’re best friends. It’s my job to protect you. You can’t just date anybody.” He smiled. Rage was boiling in his stomach.

You rubbed your temple. I don’t even have a date. “When do I get to meet him?” Bucky clenched his fist. “Never.” He crossed his arms. “Why?” You sighed, leaning back into the couch. “Because I don’t have a date…yet.”

Bucky blinked. “I knew it!” He pulled you into a hug. “Hey!” You exclaimed. He snuggled up to you. “Yeah, whatever Mr. Protector. You should’ve seen your face.”

You laid your head on his shoulder. “You know eventually I’ll have to date.” Yeah, me. He laid his head in the her neck. He hummed. “When that day comes, I’ll tell you.” That day will come. And that date will be with me. Marriage. That pet you insist on having and our home away from chaos.

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flordeamatista · 1 year

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𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒀𝒐𝒖

pairing: soft dark!mafia bucky barnes x curvy!reader

concept: The sensation was like a flame being lit inside you, slowly warming and spreading through your body until you were burning with his desire.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: possessive Bucky, kidnapping, desire, lust, finger-ing, p -in- v, kisses, manipulation — soft d-ubcon to be safe, mature themes, small angst of body image, poetic fluff, curvy reader, nickname- (Dove, Princess)

a/n: A dusty old wip I had in the docs until Roo's and Navy's @the-slumberparty I Spy Challenge I spy the word bouquet of flowers, and I guess that's how Bucky fell in love with reader.

Read more to find out why.

the cute gif and moodboard/line divider made by me

lovely betas: @targaryenvampireslayer and @lunarbuck

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What the eyes cannot see, the heart feels

The sun turns to darkness.

It was like watching a fire burn out, the last embers of light flickering away until nothing was left but the smoky darkness of night. Rain began to fall as the winds picked up, blowing leaves and debris across the field. It was as if the sky had turned to ink, slowly filling the air with a blanket of blackness that smothered any remaining hope of daylight.

As the sky fills with darkness, so do you, a prisoner in this mansion.

The tears that run down your face.

Will they bloom into flowers or stay dried forever in his home?

Thunder roared in the distance, warning of impending danger. The intensity of the storm increased with each passing minute, and he shook as the winds carried the sound of thunder to you.

His gaze is intense, burning with a passion that can only be rivaled by the intensity of lightning in the night sky.

Your arms scramble to pull him off as the hand that is pinning your throat to the wall tightens. His heart races as he reaches out to touch your face, knowing that you are equally eager for his touch.

“Why am I here?” You whisper loudly for him to hear into his body.

As he rolls his sleeves, you can see the tattoos of wolves and your name on his arms. His eyes locked with yours as he made a gesture to the door; here was your chance to escape and never look back.

You dodge under his arm and make a run for the door, but he reacts more quickly than you expected. He is like a lion pouncing on its prey; he moves with a determination that you have never seen before. He grabs you before you can even pass him. You are thrown back into your position and slammed against the wall.

A calloused hand reaches up and grasps your throat, pining you to the wall. His grip tightens until you almost can't breathe.

"You're mine now," he growls, eyes flashing with an unsettling desire.

He moves closer.

He clenches his jaw and furrows his brow into a scowl. You know that there is no escape, and you can see the determination in his eyes - he will not let you go until he has finished what he started.

You feel overwhelmed by his sheer bulk, his lips brushing against your neck. With each breath, you feel a thrill of anticipation run through your body.

His craving was relentless, growing until it felt like an unstoppable force.

"I like beautiful things, Dove, so you are here." You feel his lips warming your skin.

You feel yourself melting into him, surrounded by the smell of cedar wood and leather.

He grabs your neck and forces you to sit down on the armchair with the thin nightgown, causing goosebumps to break out on your delicate skin. His rough hands then trail across your body, slowly removing your towel, exploring your curves, and sending a shiver of pleasure down your spine.

You were completely taken aback by the intensity of his gaze, unsure of what to do next.

Why you? Why are you here? Marking your body with desire?

There has never been a powerful man who has looked at you with that kind of desire, and you are not even close to being a model of beauty in his world.

But he sees maybe the you.

You certainly had no hope of defeating someone as powerful and renowned as Bucky Barnes and knew that any slight you made against him would quickly be silenced. Trying to challenge Bucky Barnes was akin to trying to challenge a mountain— no matter how hard you push or how much you plan, it will remain unmoved and unyielding.

His expression softens as he sees your tears, and he moves closer, wrapping his arms around you in an embrace and holding you close. He knows his heart speaks a language that transcends words, and the message it conveys is clear.

The moment he saw you at the flower shop smelling the bouquet of flowers in your hand, he had your future planned together.

Bucky's hand instinctively reached up, exploring the sensation with a slow, gentle touch as his mind raced with possibilities. Adorning it with a diamond necklace would be the most elegant way to accentuate the beauty of your body.

He was captivated by your presence and knew right then that you were his. He watched you walk away, feeling like he had just been struck by lightning, and knew that he had to have you.

He has been devoted to you ever since, investing all of his energy in nourishing your relationship.

All you have to do is let go for him, and he will make you his queen.

In an effort to soothe you, he leans forward and kisses the tears that are running down your cheeks. His lips are gentle and warm against your skin. He embraces you with a loving squeeze, letting you know that you are safe in his arms and that nothing can harm you.

You feel him grip your jaw and press his lips against yours.

You realized that the pain was that of a gentle kiss, something you had longed for and never experienced before.

You feel a surge of electricity course through your veins as the kiss deepens. Despite wanting more of that kiss, the situation you are in should not be concealed from everyone you are close to. It's like an addicting drug, with an intense high that begs you to keep wanting more, but with the knowledge that you shouldn't be indulging in it in the first place.

Suddenly, his hands are everywhere, exploring your body with a hunger and determination that leaves you in awe.

After a single sharp pull, your nightgown is gone, exposing you to the cold night and the dazzling light of lightning.

Your dark cyan eyes awaken my body and my soul

Two fingers rest against your lips. Forcing his fingers into your mouth, he slowly slides them out of your mouth, leaving you in stunned silence, unsure of what to do with the experience.

You're trying to resist a temptation, with the desire building up until finally, the impulse is too strong to ignore.

He takes a moment to savor the moment before reality sets in; his hand slowly slides out from underneath your grown. Sliding his wet fingers on your pussy, he pins your hips against the wall. His touch is possessive and demanding, igniting a fire within you, and you can feel your arousal growing with each passing second.

Withdrawing his fingers, he spins you around and encircles the center of your waist with his hands. His lips crash down onto your spine, and you can feel his desire radiating through you, consuming you completely and leaving you breathless.

Immediately after a gentle kiss begins to trail across your exposed back, electricity shoots up your spine. It is nothing short of heavenly. You can't help but moan and arch into his touch, savoring the sensation. A man touching your body in this way has never made you feel seen before.

He growls as he marks you.

This realization snaps you into action, and you try to face him, but he stops you from turning, and he presses your hands against the wall, holds onto you, and grinds his hips against you.

"Don't fight me, Dove. I'm just trying to make you feel better. I'm going to show you how nice it can be with a man" You feel your body tense up as he whispers in your ear, his voice as sweet as honey yet as hard as steel.

There is a click as his belt unbuckles, then a zip as you wait for it. Your heart is pounding, your palms are sweating, and your mind is racing with what comes next.

“Relax. It will be easier on you." He gently slides into you and guides you to enjoy the experience. His fingers slide around your pussy, and he caresses it roughly. "Princess, you're going to moan my name. Then you will ask for more of me."

You gasp in pleasure, eyes closed, as the sensation washes over you in waves.

The sensation was like a flame being lit inside you, slowly warming and spreading through your body until you were burning with his desire.

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wh0reforoldmen · 11 months

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I'm Sorry

Pairing: Softdark!Lumberjack! Bucky X Fem!Reader

warnings: Angst, fluff??, manipulation, implied imprisonment, implied dubcon/noncon depending on how you interpret it, Not beta red, written on my phone while sleep deprived, tell me if I missed anything.

word count: 1.13k

summary: You made Bucky mad, and he makes you apologize for your "wrong doing"

You didn't hear the door slam, you didn't even hear him come into the house or walk upstairs and open the door.

"Honey," he spoke from the doorway, his voice soft and soft and smooth.

You sucked up a breath and slowly lifted your head, the ache at the back of your neck made you wince. Your arms and legs were bound to the bed so you couldn't escape.

Bucky had two things in hand, a small thin box and something that looked like a bouquet. The black room made it hard to tell just from the light behind him.

"Hey there," he greeted, turning on the lights with a smile on his face.

Wincing at the sudden brightness, you closed your eyes and waited to adjust to the light before opening them. The first thing that caught your eye wasn't the gifts, but how sweaty he was, his red and white chequered flannel shirt was open revealing his chiselled and toned chest, his skin sheen with sweat, his hair was scruffed up, strands escaped the hair tie and was free to go wild, a few strands sticking up from his scalp. You couldn't lie, he always looked good after chopping down some trees, and while he's doing it is even better. Some days if you wake up early enough, you can hear him grunt and groan, followed by the sound of wood splitting.

Shaking your head and clearing your mind, your eyes wander to the gifts; a box of your favourite chocolate and a bouquet, bright red and fresh roses and soft pink tulips with other flowers and green decorations you didn't know the name of. It was nice, considerate even, but it was from him. And you didn't want anything from him.

"You like them? I picked them myself, thought of you," he explained with a smile, walking over to you, his heavy boots making the floorboards creak with every step. You still wonder how he gets around the house with no shoes in silence.

"Don't want them," you hissed, turning your head and facing away from him.

A month you've been here. A month being in this room. A month being in this house unwillingly. You just walked passed his shop a few months ago, and here you are, tied to a bed so you can't escape, no one looking for you, and with James fucking Barnes. The hot lumberjack who is the most fucked up person you've ever met!

Bucky was stunned at your words, he gets up at the ass crack of dawn to work, and then he feeds you and cares for you even when you're having a bad day. He thought it'll be nice to treat you, but this is how you repay him?

"I'm sorry?" He asked as it came out as a chuckle, keeping his anger at bay.

"You heard me! I. Don't.want.them." You spat, turning your heat, eyebrows furrow, your jaw tight before you looked away again.

The control over his anger snapped.

"Listen here, missy!" He yelled, grabbing your shirt and yanking you towards him, earning him a gasp.

"I'm the only one who works around here; I feed you, I look after you, I make sure you're comfortable, I make sure that you're happy here. And this is the thanks I get?" He snarled. "I try my damn hardest, and this is what I get. Someone who is an ungrateful girl! Thanks, it lets me know I'm appreciated around here!"

He threw you back down on the bed, bouncing at the force as you watched him storm out, slamming the door behind him and storming down the stairs. You didn't know when you started to cry but you felt the hot tears trickle down your cheeks. You hated yelling in general, and that lost you. You hated it.

You kept your sobs at bay as you laid down on the comfortable bed, the soft pillows embarrassing you and your tears. You couldn't even hug yourself since the restraints were too short.

You stared at the blank ceiling as tears continued to flow. You didn't get it though. You were crying over him yelling at you. He was upset. And that made you upset. Why? It shouldn't have! What's happening?

It took you a few minutes to calm down but the sounds of Bucky grunting and the sound of the logs being split in two in one or two hits wasn't a good sign.

You turned to your side and listened to his grunts as they lulled you to sleep, the pillow still wet on your cheek.

Bucky had walked back in a few hours later, his anger gone and what was left was hurt. He wanted to care for you. He loves you! Yes, he did take you from your home, but it was for a good cause! You love him too. He knows it. You may not yet, but he knows that deep down in that big heart of yours, you love him and you'll forgive everything that he's done.

He sighed as he made his way upstairs with a glass of water. He saw red when he was yelling at you, but when he heard the soft sobs after he walked out made his heart shatter into a million pieces. But it is what you deserve. You're in his house, and he rests you like a guest but you're rude. Hopefully, you've learnt.

Slowly, he opened the door to your room and smiled as he saw you sleeping peacefully. You did look a little uncomfortable due to the soft rope, but he had to ensure you weren't going anywhere.

Bucky silently walked over to you, sliding off his shoes and quietly laying next to you on top of the covers. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you to his chest. You must have woken up from it because you looked behind you, your face had fear written all over it.

"I do anything for you, I do everything. I thought that you'd like them, but apparently not…" he mumbled, shaking his head "think you have something to say to me,"

Your brain screamed at you to not say anything, to keep your eyes away from his, but your eyes met his beautiful blue ones. The softness towards you, the love and admiration no one ever gave you. "I'm sorry, Bucky. Having a bad day…" you whisper, looking down. "I do like them I just… miss home,"

"This is your home, honey. I promise, it will look better than this with our children, but baby steps," he smiled, planting a kiss on your head before kissing down your cheek, to your neck.

"I think I have an idea how to cheer you up,"

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rubynationwins · 2 years

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Sleeping With A Friend (18+)

Soft!Dark!Bucky x PlusSize!Reader

Summary: When Bucky sees what you’re wearing for pajamas–or lack thereof–he can’t help how his body reacts. You’re a heavy sleeper anyway.

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Warnings: Soft!Dark!Bucky, smut, non-con via somnophilia, intercrural sex(thigh sex), oral/fingering-f receiving, nude pics taken w/o consent, drunk & horny bucky, Bucky POV so a whole lot of dirty thoughts, pining, wet dreams, basically pwp, fluff, angst, poor self-esteem/body image issues. 18+ Minors DNI. DNR if you do not like or are triggered by such topics. Read at your own risk.

Word Count: 3,515

A/N: I’ve been working on this one for awhile, but I’m still calling it a “celebration” fic for Seb’s 40th b-day (ha!) I feel like it’s been forever since I wrote for one of his characters so this was the perfect motivation to finally finish this one up. Hopefully y’all are into this absolute filth I’ve written😘 Like, comment, reblog, I always appreciate feedback so plz let me know what u think!

This story should not be posted anywhere else without my express permission.

Thanks for reading!

-Ruby

Bucky stumbled through the front door of your flat, trying (and failing) to keep quiet in his semi-drunken state. He knew you’d be asleep at this hour and didn’t want to wake you. His night out hadn’t gone quite as planned, but if he couldn’t go home with someone from the bar, the next best thing was crashing at your place and hanging out in the morning. It also helped that he had a spare key, and that you lived 10 minutes away from the bar he’d been at, which may or may not have been planned in advance.

His original plan had been to crash on your couch, but when he laid down on it and barely fit, he knew he’d have to find a different option. He’d forgotten that your “couch” was more of a loveseat. A good portion of his legs hung off the armrest and only half of his body could fit on the cushions. Suffice to say, not an optimal choice for getting a good night’s rest.

It made sense you didn’t have a giant couch, though. You lived alone and whenever Bucky came over he just curled up next to you, normally with your legs slung over his nap. He wasn’t big on personal boundaries anyways. It’s a good thing you’d gotten used to that part of him. Because, in his opinion, when in his presence you should always be within arms reach and preferably already within his arms. He had never found someone so perfect for cuddling. You were just so soft, plus your scent made him dizzy. He really was lucky to have you as his best friend, and especially to have you as his cuddle buddy.

With the thought of your hugs in mind, Bucky rolled off the sorry excuse for a couch and tiptoed to your room. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d bunked with you, so it was fine, right? Bucky cracked open the door, and peered inside. He could just make out your covered, slumbering form in the middle of your queen-sized bed that was pressed into the far corner of the room.

He pulled off his jacket as he walked towards the bed, leaving himself in just his short-sleeved shirt and black joggers. They’d have to do for the night since he didn’t think you would appreciate waking up to his naked ass curled up next to you in the morning. He wished he’d left some pjs at your place, though, since your room was unusually hot. There must have been something wrong with your AC, because he knew you hated sleeping in the heat.

When he got to the side of your bed, he grabbed the thin sheet covering you and pulled it back. He stopped dead in his tracks.

You were curled up on your side, one leg lifted over the other, your arms wrapped around the wolf plushie he had bought you for your birthday this year.

That was not what gave him pause though. What made him still his movements and all the blood in his body drain to his crotch was what you were wearing.

More like what you weren’t wearing.

Only a thin crop top covered your torso. It stopped just above your navel. The only other thing on your body was a pair of pink panties that rode up your backside, covering a strip of your belly too. They weren’t fancy, looked like the simple cotton kind that was worn for comfort, not seduction. It didn’t matter what mainstream purpose they served, Bucky had never been more aroused by the sight of underwear in his life.

He gulped and his hand instinctively moved to his cock, palming it over his pants. A low groan emitted from his lips. You shifted at the sound and turned over on your back, exposing more of your front. Bucky felt close to bursting. Your shirt had ridden up and he could just make out the underside of your breasts. He gripped his cock tighter, this time holding in his groan.

Normally, around him, you wore comfy clothes: sweatpants, oversized shirts, leggings-he loved the leggings-but you never showed much skin. Sometimes you would wear shorts, but those stopped at your mid-thigh, denying Bucky any glimpse of the treasure that lay above. This sudden exposure of your soft skin unencumbered by fabric was too much for Bucky’s brain. His eyes couldn’t take in all your enchanting curves, gentle rolls, and adorable dimples fast enough.

The synopses in his brain were short-circuiting. He was running on pure adrenaline and primal instinct, so he couldn’t have possibly stopped his hand from plunging beneath his underwear. He gripped his throbbing cock and started hastily pumping his throbbing length, his steady breaths morphing into uncontrollable pants. The pressure of his tight fist felt so good but he soon needed more. How could he be satisfied by just looking at you when the temptation of your voluptuous body was right within reach?

He pulled down his pants with the hand that wasn’t wrapped around his dick before he tentatively brought up a knee to rest on the bed. When you didn’t react to the weight shift, he brought up his other one. He was now kneeling just a foot away from you, still hesitating to cross that last line between you two.

When you shifted in your sleep again and opened up your legs to reveal your clothed core, he threw all caution to the wind. Fuck it. You were a heavy sleeper.

He placed his metal hand on your knee to test the waters and see if you reacted at all to the slight touch. You didn’t move. He slid it down to your hip and gave a gentle squeeze followed by a little shake. You dozed on. Sucking in a deep breath, he brushed his fingertips over the thin fabric covering your center. When you still didn’t react, he rubbed them over your folds, cock pulsing with want when he felt the warmth radiating from beneath your underwear. He brought his fingers back up and breathed in. Your intoxicating scent rolled over him like waves.

He had to taste you.

He hooked a finger on the side of your panties and pulled it over to reveal your naked pussy. Bucky could have passed out. You were perfect.

He leaned forward and slid his tongue between your folds, lapping at your damp core. When he flicked his tongue over your clit you let out a soft moan he stilled, his heart beating a mile a minute. He waited with bated breath, but the only thing that happened was a sudden increase in your arousal. Your juices coated his tongue and he lapped them up, savoring every last drop.

So your body was reacting to what he was doing… Bucky smiled at that revelation and focused his tongue on your clit again. He rolled the sweet bud, playing with it tenderly. His teeth grazed it and your thighs suddenly clenched around his head, caging him in. You were still asleep though. The pressure on the sides of his head didn’t bother him at all—he was a super soldier for god’s sake.

He continued lathering your bundle of nerves with attention as he slid his hand between your thighs and stroked over your dripping entrance. Slowly, he dipped his middle finger in, moaning into your cunt when he felt your pussy clench around the intruding digit. He imagined the feeling of your tight walls squeezing around his cock and he felt pre-cum leaking from the straining member. All of his focus stayed on you, though. He was fixated on your pleasure, needing you to come on his face and fingers.

He added another finger, but made sure to keep his movements languid, not wanting to jar you awake with a harsh, roaring orgasm. Instead, he rolled and sucked your clit gently, keeping the rhythm of his fingers slow as they curled up. A soft moan left your lips and he knew he’d hit the spot that would do you in.

He ground his fingers against your g-spot, and when he felt your walls clench around him, he sucked just a little harder on your throbbing clit. Your thighs trembled around his head and you gave a breathy gasp as a gush of your arousal spilled onto his fingers. He pulled them out and moved his mouth to drink up the heavenly liquid. After that, he popped his fingers into his mouth, sucking your sweetness off of them one by one.

Bucky glowed in the ecstasy of what he’d just accomplished. He had drawn a slow, deep orgasm from his best friend without you waking a wink. It was actually pretty impressive that you were such a heavy sleeper.

Your murmured sounds of pleasure as you floated down from your high made his dick throb with need. If you had slept through that, maybe Bucky could push the boundaries even further.

He pressed your thighs apart, gazing at the way your cunt beckoned him for more; to take as much pleasure as he had just given you. He furrowed his brow in thought. As much as he wanted to bury his pulsing cock deep in your tight heat, he knew if you woke up with an aching pussy you would know what happened. Because he knew you’d feel it in the morning if he stretched your little hole around his thick cock. Bucky didn’t want that. He needed to move slowly with you, tonight was just a little blip that arose from an opportunity he couldn’t have possibly denied.

Still, jerking off while looking at you wasn’t good enough. He squeezed your thighs as he contemplated his options and his heart skipped a beat as he came up with a perfect compromise. His eyes flew to the plush appendages. He pushed them together and dipped his hand between the apex of your thighs. He sucked in a breath when he felt just how warm and soft it was. This had to be the next best thing behind actually fucking you.

He reached down to your pussy and scooped up some of your fluids and rubbed them on your inner thighs to get them nice and wet. The pre-cum leaking out of his dick would help too. Still on his knees, he scooted closer, his metal arm wrapped around your legs holding them over his shoulder.

He looked down at your wanting body. The afterglow of your orgasm shone across your entire being. Your shirt had ridden up even more and your breasts were now on full display. He leaned forward and blew on one of your nipples, grinning when it stiffened. He plucked it gently with his fingers before returning to the main event.

With your thighs held together, he slid his cock right in between them, directly over your mound; he was barely able to hold back an animalistic growl at the vivid sensation. He pushed his dick further, and watched as it was engulfed by your velvety thighs. When his pelvis finally rested flush against them, and the tip of his dick stuck out the other side, he let out the breath he had been holding in.

He slid his hips back and started to slowly, but steadily, fuck your thighs.

The thighs he had spent countless hours fantasizing about. The thighs he would get secret pleasure from touching whenever he could. The thighs that were now swallowing his dick so perfectly it was a miracle he hadn’t cum yet. As he methodically thrusted, heady with the incredible feeling, he reached his hand out and plucked at your nipple. He couldn’t resist. You let out another faint moan and he rolled the little nub with his thumb before pinching it lightly.

“Bucky-”

He stilled when the sound of his mumbled name came from your lips. You had woken up. He’d been found him out. What was he going to do? You were going to kick him out and he’d never see you again.

After a few seconds of waiting for your to wrench away from him in disgust, he finally peered down at your tender face. Your eyes were still closed and your breathing hadn’t changed. Maybe he had misheard you.

“Bucky-fuck yes, please. Bucky-”

Your back arched slightly, pushing your breast further into his palm. You purred in your sleep, and he felt your thighs rub together-which felt like heaven. Your head flipped to the side and you let out more moans, your volume gradually increasing. His very name was uttered every few words. You slightly bucked your hips and your arms tussled in the covers.

Oh god. You were having a wet dream. About him. Bucky could have jumped for joy. He would, if his dick wasn’t shoved between your thighs and he wasn’t as hard as he’d ever been in his entire life. Instead, he let out little pleasure-filled murmurs of his own, whispering your name like a prayer that was finally being answered. He splayed his hand out on your chest feeling the rapid beat of your heart. When he felt the rumble in your chest as you, in your sleep, begged for him to fuck you, he went feral.

It was a sign, if he was in your dreams and your body was this turned on, it wouldn’t be long until you were actually his. Just the thought of you awake, staring up at him with lust filled eyes as you opened your legs, ready for him to slide into your dripping cunt, set him on fire. His hand left your tits and he wrapped both arms around your thick thighs as he pistoned his cock back and forth. With every quick stroke, it brushed over your needy clit, making you buck your hips slightly.

Bucky could tell you were right up there with his own mounting orgasm. He angled his hips down slightly to give you more pressure and he must have hit something just right because your whole body spasmed and you let out a curdled groan, practically shouting his name.

“Buckyyy!”

Your cry pushed him over the edge and he came too, coating your stomach in his seed. All he could do as his cum spurted out of his aching dick was chant endless words of praise for how good you felt, how he couldn’t wait to one day fill your pussy with his cum too. He wanted to dominate every part of you, claim what had been his. When he had spent every last drop, he pulled away and gently set your legs down. He slid a finger through the mess he’d made on your belly and a shudder ran down his back. He’d finally done it. Bucky had marked you with his seed.

Panting, he jumped out of the bed and headed to the bathroom to grab something to wipe up his cum. He came back, but paused before he cleaned you up. He bent down and swiped up his phone from his jacket pocket.

He flipped to his camera app. The open window and clear sky cast just enough light for him to capture your mostly naked state without using the flash. You were a picture of pure beauty, skin glistening with sweat and covered in his cum. He reached forward and pulled your shirt up further, getting a snapshot of your incredible tits, your nipples were still stiff peaks.

He felt his dick stirring again, but took in a deep breath to calm himself. The next time he came with you in the room, it was going to be inside of you while you screamed his name and clawed at his back. These photos were just a memento to mark such a special occasion. And to help him wade through the tide as he waited for you to open your legs willingly, or at least knowingly, to him.

With his new treasures saved to his camera roll, he tossed his phone back on the pile of clothes. He cleaned his cum from your stomach, making sure he got all of the sticky fluid. He walked back to the bathroom and tossed the now sodden rag in the trash under the sink, hidden from sight. Tomorrow, he’d be a dear and take the garbage to the dumpster for you.

He walked back into your room and pulled on his pants before hopping back into bed beside you. He fixed your shirt and underwear so that they were back in place. He ran his hands over the wet spot blooming on your panties, but there was nothing he could do about that. Oh well. He pulled you into his chest and quickly dosed off into the best sleep of his life, dreaming of delectable curves and the sound of his name on your lips.

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You were having the best dream. Cool, metal fingers were moving between your thighs as heated lips melted into yours, taking your breath away. The sensations felt so good. So right. You were about to whisper the words you’d been wanting to say for years, but a beeping pinged through the lusty fog. Just like that, the lips and hand were gone, though a warm presence still lingered.

You kept your eyes screwed shut, heeding the images to return, but they were gone. You were not happy that your, now silent, alarm had chosen that exact moment to wake you up. Though that wasn’t the only dream you’d had with a certain dark haired super soldier that night. It had been filled with your beautiful best friend; the two of you intertwined in lecherous passion.

Finally, you squinted your eyes open and soon realized that the heated presence from your vanished dream wasn’t just imagined. You blinked, surprised to find Bucky sleeping right next to you. You would have wondered why he was in your bed when he definitely hadn’t been there when you’d gone to sleep, but you were too distracted by his slumbering face.

His long, black eyelashes dusted cast faint shadows across his slightly pinkened cheeks, and a dark strand of hair had fallen out of place. You brushed it back behind his ear and smiled at how soft he looked like this. The fact that he could relax and be so open and vulnerable around you made your heart swell. You felt the same way around him; safe and secure. You trusted him with your whole being, he truly was your best friend.

A part of you saddened at that last thought. Deep down, you yearned to be so much more, but you were too scared to make a move. You knew Bucky loved you, but you didn’t know if he could love all of you. If he could want all of you. It was hard to look at his sculpted body and chiseled features, and believe that a person so attractive could possibly be interested in you.

You sighed, trying to shake the unnecessary thoughts from your head as you sat up, gently lifting his arm from where it rested across your waist. As you shifted, you felt a dampness between your thighs, and the realization that you had been dreaming about him all night shot through you like a flame. Oh god, what if you’d said anything in your sleep? What if he’d heard you? You didn’t know how long he’d been there.

Another realization sprung in your head and you looked down. You actually gave an audible gasp. You were practically naked from the waist down. He had seen you wearing your ugly granny panties and your old t-shirt from college that you’d cropped a just little too short.

The fact that he had seen you in such a state brought tears to your eyes. There was no way he was going to be even slightly interested in you romantically now that he knew what you looked like underneath all the modest clothes you normally sported around him.

You leaped out of bed, not caring if you disturbed him, and scuttled to the bathroom; grabbing a pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeved t-shirt from your closet on your way. You didn’t care that your AC was broken.

You rushed into the bathroom and shut the door, springing into the shower. Thoughts spun through your head, but you just kept telling yourself that it had been too dark for him to see anything. That he had been too tired when he got there to take notice of all your imperfections on display. That you really didn’t need to worry. When it felt like you could breathe again, you stepped out of the shower. You grabbed a towel, but caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as you dried off. You frowned and quickly looked away from the glaring image.

Bucky was way too good for you.

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In your room, Bucky was sitting on the edge of your bed, waiting for you to finish your shower. He was smiling from ear to ear as he swiped through the photos he’d taken last night.

God, you were perfect for him.

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fridayiaminlove · 11 months

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Just need sleep, together if possible

Pairing: Bucky x reader (can be platonic or not) (descriptions of the reader: has a foot, a hand and is able to speak)

Summary: Bucky wants sleep and his body needs it. He doesn't want to be alone though.

Warnings: warmth, sleeping with someone on the same bed (non sexually), slight insecurity on Bucky's side

Word count: 350- 400 ish?

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You heard the click of the door opening and immediately knew who was there. Keeping your eyes shut and breathing even, you wait, wait for his next move.

You meant it when you told Bucky he can come to your room to sleep, to talk or just for silent company whenever he wants.

His brooding closed off personality is a great front but you know he doesn't like his cold, dark room, doesn't like sleeping on the floor or his bed and after the first time he slept in your room because of a nightmare, you told him he's always welcomed. Since then you always leave space on one side of the bed . No one likes being lonely

You also know if you woke up and told him to come in he'd just be embarassed and make some excuse to go back, so you remain there, still as possible.

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Bucky was overthinking this he knew that. He knew you were serious about him sleeping in your room, still ofcourse he felt like an invader.

But god he wanted to sleep, his floor is rock and his bed a marshmallow, his mind doesn't allow him to sleep on either of those.

You though, are very comfortable- your bed he means. It's warm, he likes it- he likes you, And right now he likes sleep.

He creeps inside, slowly closing the door behind him, trying not to wake your sleeping form, facing away from him. He lies down in the empty space beside you, you always seem to sleep in a corner.

'What now' his mind wonders staring at the ceiling uncomfortably still. 'God this is a bad idea'

He starts to get up. You turn. He stares. You don't.

Lifting your body slightly, you pull the sheets over him ultimately stopping him from going back. Bucky studies you, so close to his vibranium arm now.

Before lying back down you raise the sheets with your foot and throw them over his feet.

Safe.

He watches you lie back down and close your hand around his, pressing your forehead to his bicep "I am here okay, whenever" you whisper before moving back to your side.

Warmth. The sheets are warm.

Comfort. His shoulders drop

Relief. He's glad he came.

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A/n: just a short blurb I wrote at 2am. Constructive criticism is needed. Help. All mistakes are mine.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes my beloved #bucky x gender neutral reader #bucky x male reader #bucky x plus sized reader #Bucky x skinny reader #james buchanan barnes #writing #marvel #sleeping #Bucky x dark skinned reader #bucky barnes drabble #less than 500 words #less than 1000 words #bucky batnes x gay reader

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marvelvillian23 · 8 months

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Does anyone know a marvel, supernatural, Teen wolf, or original work on Ao3(tumblr too) when the oc/reader is plus size? Like shy/sweet and the omc is a bad boy/mean at first. Any plus size really story.

It would be nice if it was a series but I’ll take anything. It could be fluff, dark, or angst? I do not care at this point.

I’m also in the mood for bully x nerd so if anyone has some that’s not plus size, that’s fine please send my way. Also mean obsessive teacher. Because I can’t find any.

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nickfowlerrr · 1 year

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series masterlist

part one • part two • part three • part four

happy golden days of yore • 5

pairing: dark!bucky barnes x curvy!reader

warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. 18+ ONLY. noncon smut. pet names.

words: 2.9k

notes: sorry i’m posting late i totally forgot to do this earlier. thank you all for reading and interacting with this story - hope you’ve all enjoyed it! 🖤

How to kill two hours in a cabin alone with a man you’d just found out had stolen your underwear and used them to masturbate with not 24 hours ago. It was a thick silence between you and Bucky as you meandered around the kitchen, making toast and tea to try and calm your nerves. It was almost 7:30 at that point and Bucky had told you the shop in town didn’t open until 10. You’d leave around 9:30, go get a battery, come back up here and Bucky would replace it for you, then you’d be off. You just had to kill two hours..

You ate the toast slowly, taking sips of tea between bites. You were feeling so sick, not sick sick, but like you were anxiously waiting for something to happen. An uneasiness was settling in the pit of your stomach. Bucky, thankfully, had left, leaving you alone in the kitchen. You weren’t sure where he was or what he was doing, but you were glad he was making himself scarce for the time being. Your breakfast helped you kill a good twenty minutes or so.

You finished the toast and took your plate to the sink, rinsing it off as Bucky suddenly appeared from the living room. You didn’t spare him much of a glance as you dried off the plate, briefly meeting his eye before you turned your back to him.

“You doing okay, sweetheart?” he asked, the concern in his gaze evident as opposed to the accusatory way he had looked at you when he found you in his room earlier, and that perturbed you slightly.

“Yeah, I’m,” you took a breath, “I’m fine. Just worried about my car,” you fibbed.

“You don’t need to,” he assured you. “It’ll be fine.”

You just nodded lightly as you turned back to the table to grab your mug. You wanted to keep your space from him. Something felt different now, you couldn’t deny the anxiety that was spiking when he was around now.

“You look really nice, by the way,” he complimented.

“Oh, uh, thank you,” you accepted with a tight lipped smile, the memory of last night flashing through your mind as you fought an unbidden shiver that threatened you. “Makeup does wonders,” you forced a laugh.

“No, that’s all you, doll. You always look nice. You’re gorgeous,” he moved closer to you with each word until he was right up against your back. You stood straight and turned to face him, your eyes wide as you looked up at him. Now, you weren't thin or ‘small’ by any means, nowhere near it, but your frame was still considerably smaller in comparison to his imposing stature.

You were frozen, you didn’t know what to do. His flesh hand came up to stroke your cheek as he was staring at your lips. You were essentially trapped between him and the table so you didn’t have anywhere to go. He leaned in to kiss you and you turned your face as you gasped almost indiscernibly. His lips met your cheek and you tried to lean further back into the table to get some space.

“What are you doing?” you breathed, voice quiet and shaky.

“Don’t worry, doll, it’s okay. I’m gonna take care of you,” he said softly, speaking as if you were lovers as opposed to the strangers you really were. You whimpered as you leaned further away from him, his hand now on your jaw, turning you to face him. He leaned closer and kissed you, softly at first before it turned harsher all the while you were squirming, and pushing at his chest to get him to back off of you.

When he finally relented, you were gasping for air, shoving as far away from him as you could. You got across the kitchen, clutching your chest as you stared at him, shock and fear clear on your face.

“What is wrong with you?” you asked incredulously.

He looked at you like you’d just tried to slap him.

“Don’t do that, sweetheart. I know you feel this between us. I see the way you look at me. It’s obvious there’s something here,”

“Are you insane?” you said, voice bordering on shrill.

Bucky didn’t seem to react well to that. His jaw tensed and he narrowed his eyes at you, the cold blue in them nearly freezing you to the spot.

“I’m not insane,” he answered, voice hard as he took a step toward you.

You realized you were now in the exact positions you’d been in when you first met him those few days ago. As he took another step forward, you did the exact same thing you had done previously. You made a run to the living room, heading straight to the garage door. You didn’t know what you were going to do once outside, but getting away from the unhinged avenger across from you was really your main focus.

You grabbed onto the handle and tried to open the door to no avail. You were shaking the knob in your hand as Bucky calmly walked into the room.

“It’s not gonna open, doll,” he informed you. You let go of the handle and turned to him slowly, your breathing heavy. You were terrified. Here you were standing in front of a very well connected man, a hero to the masses, as he told you you were now locked in this cabin with him. “New locking mechanism. Just installed it. Needs a code,” he said as he held his phone up in front of you, showing you the pin pad on some sort of app.

“What are you doing, Bucky? Seriously, what do you want from me?”

“Please don’t look so scared,” he said, voice much softer now. “I’m not going to hurt you, I would never hurt you.” He approached you while you had your back pressed up against the door, chest heaving and you didn’t even realize you were shaking slightly with fear.

“What do you want?” you asked again, on the verge of begging.

“You,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I want you. I know how happy we could be together-”

“You don’t even know me,” you objected, cutting him off.

“I can tell. You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of, doll. This is fate, you being here, us meeting like this. You’re perfect for me. I can be perfect for you, too if you give me the chance.”

He claimed he wasn’t insane, but there was clearly something very wrong here. These sounded like the ravings of a madman.

“Bucky,” you shook your head as a stray tear fell, “please. I just want to go home. We can, we can talk. Later. We can. We’ll- we’ll set something up. I’m coming back in a few weeks, right? We could..we could have dinner? Just, take things slow. If you really think we’d be good together, we can try. The right way. Not like this, not by keeping me here. Please,” you nearly whispered your last word as you tried to reason with him. All you wanted to do was leave. You didn’t feel safe and he was only getting closer.

It looked, for just a second, that he was going to back off. There was this look in his eyes, he almost looked sad, guilty maybe. But then he spoke.

“I can’t do that, doll. You’re here now. I don’t think I can just let you go. It’ll be okay, you’ll see. You belong with me. I promise, you won’t have to worry about a thing. We can just go on like we were. It’s been nice, hasn’t it? And now we won’t have to pretend or fight or hide our feelings, our attraction to each other. It’ll be great. We’ll be great.”

His hands were on you again, cupping your face as he looked into your eyes. The sincerity there was real and you found yourself even more upset at what was happening.

Bucky wasn’t just sexually attracted to you. He was clearly borderline obsessed. He wanted to be with you in every way, not just to have sex with you. You didn’t know if that was better or worse.

You still didn’t know what to do. You didn’t have a way out, and even if you did, what chance did you stand against him? You were trapped. Cornered. Caught.

You didn’t move as Bucky leaned down, his lips finding your neck. He was kissing you, sucking and nipping lightly every so often. You were staring straight ahead, just hoping he’d stop of his own accord and come to his senses. You were tense against him as his hands came down to wrap around you, holding you closer to him. When he moved to the front of your jeans, you finally moved again.

“No, Bucky, please, don’t - don’t do that,” you rushed out, begging as you tried to get away from him once more, and failing as he kept his grip.

It was like he couldn’t even hear you as he just snapped the button off your jeans and began to push them down. You were hitting him anywhere you could, but it didn’t phase him in the slightest. He could only get the jeans about halfway down your thighs before he effortlessly threw you over his shoulder. Your legs were essentially stuck together with the way your jeans were tight against your thighs. You yelped at the sudden jolting and were kicking your feet as best you could. Still, it didn’t affect him at all as he walked up the stairs with you. You were beating on his back, trying to wriggle out of his hold. Before you knew it, though, you were being unceremoniously dumped onto his bed. You were on your back and Bucky had your pants the rest of the way off within seconds of your landing. It took you a moment to get a hold of your bearings but when you did, you scurried away from him on the bed. He took the time you weren’t struggling to undo his belt and rid himself of his jeans as well before he crawled onto the bed with you, grabbing you and pulling you to him with no effort at all. His lips were on yours once again as you whimpered and struggled against him. He pushed you down flat onto the bed, straddling you as he pinned your arms above you while you cried.

‘Bucky, please,” you pleaded softly through your tears as he stared longingly down at you. He was hovering above you as your knees were bent up.

“It’s gonna be okay, I promise. I’ll be gentle.”

His words only made you cry harder as you began to accept your fate. There was no way you could fight him off and he clearly wasn’t going to give in to your pleading and cries.

You went limp beneath him and he let go of your hands, allowing his own to travel beneath your sweater as he laid between your still bent legs. He trailed his hands softly against your tummy and up your torso before he began squeezing your breasts through your bra, his lips attaching to your neck again as you laid there. You shuddered when you felt his erection as he began grinding against your still clothed core.

You squeezed your eyes shut and tried not to focus on the pleasure it stoked in you when he rubbed against your clit. His hands left your breasts and went to the band of your thong, pulling it down easily.

He moved down your body as his hand found your pussy, rubbing you while you bit your lip to keep the moan from tumbling past them.

“I knew you wanted this just as badly as I did,” he whispered against your skin. You shook your head in protest and uttered pathetically. “I never said I wanted this.”

“You don’t have to say it, sweetheart. Your body is speaking for herself. I’m gonna make you feel so good, doll, you’ll see. You’ll be crying for more by the time we finish.”

He slipped two of his fingers inside of you and you couldn’t hold in the gasp it elicited, though you tried.

“‘Sokay, doll, you’re okay,” he murmured as his lips trailed your lower belly to your thighs.

He curled his fingers against you, stimulating your most sensitive spots as he did. He pumped his fingers in and out rhythmically as you writhed on the bed. After a bit, his thumb found your clit and he rolled it expertly as your thighs tightened around him, every muscle in your body tensing as a hot white pleasure was building more and more with each roll of his thumb in sync with the thrusting of his fingers deeper and deeper inside of you.

“There you go, baby, just like that. Let it happen, sweetheart. Come for me,” he instructed huskily.

You cried out as the pleasure expounded, lighting you up inside as you came on his fingers.

“Good girl,” he praised as he worked you gently through the high, “good girl.”

He sat up and removed his shirt before he inched your sweater up and pulled it over her head. He made quick work of your bra, eyes lighting up as your breasts spilled from the cups. His hands immediately going to cup them himself and you had to look away as he toyed with you, squeezing and groping them before his attention was on your nipples. Pinching and teasing your sensitive peaks as you squirmed and whimpered.

You refused to look when he removed his briefs, his heavy cock erect against him.

He took himself in one hand and pumped his shaft twice before he leaned into you, pushing just the tip inside of you.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned. “You're so tight, sweetheart,” he gritted out.

“Please, stop,” you cried again as he moved just the tiniest bit. “Please, Bucky, please,”

“I know, it’s gonna hurt a little bit, but I’ll go slow. I’ll make it feel nice, I promise,” he breathed out as he leaned over you now.

He pushed in further and you whimpered at the stretch. It was a burning sensation, but as he moved further inside of you, began rocking against you, the pain slowly turned into pleasure as he moaned and grunted above you. His hands found your hips and he held you down as he fucked you, his fingers digging into your soft flesh.

You tried to fight it, but that same feeling started building again while his thick cock hit all the right places inside of you as he rocked his hips against yours, his pace never faltering and his lips finding your own again. He leaned his forehead against your own and you squeezed your eyes shut while he stared at you. There was no malice in his eyes and it was then you decided it was worse knowing he wasn’t just doing this to fuck you, but because he wanted you in every way he could possibly have you.

“Please,” you murmured one last time as his pace picked up and he began to lose his rhythm. His hand moved to your clit again and he began to rub figure eights against it as he felt your walls tightening around him. “Jesus christ, doll, you’re squeezing me so tight. You gonna come, sweetheart?”

A cry was his only response as your hands found his back. You dug your nails into his skin as your body shook with the force of your second orgasm and his continued thrusts.

“Goddamnit,” he nearly growled as he began thrusting in and out of you harder. With a few more thrusts, he spilled inside of you. You gasped as you felt the ropes of his cum shooting along your walls. You had thought you were all cried out, but the sensation renewed the tears in your bleary eyes. He dropped his head into your neck as he nuzzled into you, his arms coming up under you, hugging you to him as you both tried to regain your breathing. You felt him pull out of you and he then pulled you into him as he rolled onto his back, never letting you go.

You laid in his arms, unmoving as he kissed your head and whispered sweet nothings to you. It almost seemed surreal. All of this. Unbelievable. But here you were, living it. Wrapped in the arms of Bucky Barnes, a well known avenger, after he locked you in this cabin and had his way with you. Because he’s convinced himself you were meant to be. That you were made for him. Straight out of his wildest dreams. As if you weren’t a person. Like you didn’t have any dreams yourself. You felt ill, you had no idea what would come next. Not a clue as to what to do now. So you just laid there.

His hands rubbed up and down your back, surely trying to soothe you.

“I told you it’d be good,” he said. “You might be a little sore, but you'll be okay,” he assured you. You took in his words and let the silence grow for a moment.

“Will I?” you quietly murmured, the question barely audible to your own ears. He leaned down and kissed your head again before he squeezed you tightly, letting his thumb rub up and down the softness of your skin.

“Yeah. You will be. I’ve got you, doll, I’m right here. I’ll make sure of it.”

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itiswormtimebaby · 9 months

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Just the tip

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Bug (+ Brother’s best friend Bucky, plus sized fem reader) CW: Smut, just the tip but not for lack of trying on Bug’s part, no condom (be smarter than them), pussy job, dirty talk, pet names, light choking, spitting, light spanking, not proofread AN: Gaps in the timeline of Bucky and Bug’s relationship will eventually be filled in, but posts on The Worm Hole are in chronological order. This comes sometime after Fifth Date and Bucky “loving” your thighs.

Calloused fingers skim up the curve of your belly, pausing to roughly paw and squeeze at your heaving breasts, pushing them together as Bucky salivates over them. His spit is warm and sticky, gathering on your peaked nipples; a translucent trail connects them, illustrating the path that his mouth continues to travel. Back and forth, over and over. If he could he’d have both in his mouth at once, as it were he settles for suckling at one while the other is rewarded with pinches and twists. A nip of his teeth has your lower half jutting off the bed, bumping your bare cunt into the thin material of his tight boxer briefs, your slick mixing with his precum to further dampen the dark material.

His name is but a desperate plea on your lips as you begin slowly grinding against him, movement measured as if frightened you’ll move too quick and scare him away. As close as you’ve gotten Bucky still hasn’t fucked you the way you want, hasn’t carved out and claimed that spot deep inside that’s been saved just for him, for the kiss of his cock. Maybe, you think, maybe it could be today.

Your thighs quiver from their spread wide position, feet hooked just under his ass, and it’s this leverage you use to pull him further onto you, not stopping until his body weight has dropped completely between your legs and his cock is resting between the lips of your pussy. He’s panting your name hotly into your neck, groaning when you reach between your bodies to start tugging on the last article of clothing separating you, your hips continuously rocking into his as you do. And, despite huffing out something that sounds suspiciously like “Patience, Bug,” he helps get them off.

You waste no time in fisting the angry red tip of his exposed cock, spreading pearly droplets of precum down as much of the shaft as you can reach. Fuck he’s thick. He begins humping your fist, driving himself in and out before he answers your plea for more, grabbing the offending hand and pinning it to the bed as he begins to slide himself between the lips of your cunt. It’s a familiar position, one you’ve both come to crave since that first night he fucked your thighs, came messy between your drenched lips. But it’s not enough. Sweaty strands of hair fall over Bucky’s forehead, dog tags dangling from his neck and into your face as he picks up speed. Back and forth they sway with the rhythm of his cock, them or it hypnotizing you, distracting you, driving you closer towards- “Bucky, more, I need more!”

The pupils of his eyes are blown wide, the grin on his lips salacious, “Y-yeah?” He rasps out, “My greedy girl needs more?” His hand finds your neck, four fingers on one side, thumb on the other, squeezing lightly. “That enough?” You manage to shake your head, panting, pleading, “N-no. Cock, I need your cock, please, m‘so empty- so-”

He let’s out a low, growly fuck as he releases your neck, dropping the hand between your bodies instead, impaling you swifty on three fingers. The burn is delicious, as is the steady bump of the spongy head of him against your clit but it’s not what you want, what you need. “Th-there you go, Doll,” he conjoles, “so fucking tight.”

Despite the heady rush of pleasure taking over your senses you manage again to shake your head, protest. “Cock, ple-e-ease!” Bucky’s eyes pinch shut as if in pain, forehead dropping to your shoulder; “Bug, Baby” he says, barely above a whisper “You can’t do this to me.”

He can feel you pulsating around his fingers, drenching his hand in slick, he’s never felt you this hot or wet. Without conscious effort he begins to slowly scissor his fingers, preparing you for a larger intrusion, his actions spurred on by your writhing and moaning. It’s a particularly loud call of his name that snaps some sense back into his desire-addled brain, meeting your lips in a filthy open-mouthed kiss, licking into you before pulling back with a soft “Bug.”

Through the fog of your own lust you know what that means, he’s not going to do it, not going to fuck you, why won’t he just fuck you? You’re not too dignified to beg, voicing your protests with whimpers and moans, appealing to him with the sweet sound of his own name falling off your lips followed by please. Finally, when nothing else seems to be working you twist your fingers around his still dangling dog tags, tugging until he’s forced to meet your gaze; “Ju-ust the tip. Please, Bucky, please just give me that.”

He blanches, knows it's not a good idea, but you’re so fucking wet, and hot, and he can feel you pulsing around his fingers. His will caves under his affection for you, using his slick covered fingers to pinch your chin between them, tilting your head further back so he can suck a deep bruise into your neck before- “Just the tip? Fuck, baby, okay. Just the tip.”

He maneuvers you onto all fours, kneeling between your open legs, grasping and spreading your ass cheeks to get a better look at your weeping hole. He resists the urge to lean down and suck the slick directly from you, but just barely, as he warns “Just the tip.” You jerk your head in the semblance of a nod, every nerve feeling like a live wire as you practically vibrate in anticipation. His vibranium hand stays on your ass, keeping you spread as he spits onto your opening, right hand guiding the blunt tip of his cock to where you’re desperate to welcome him in. Your eyes roll back into your head when he finally presses in, ring of muscles stretched wide and burning at the intrusion.

It takes everything in him to not finish pressing in, to just take told of your hips and yank you back onto his aching cock, to impale you and fuck you until you can’t walk for a week. But he manages. Barely. Instead he drops his left hand to your clit, rubbing tight circles, appreciating the way you squeeze down on the tip of him.

Despite your promise you can’t help but sink your hips back, a desperate bid to take him further in, but Bucky is quicker than you, jerking away from you and wrenching the tip of his cock free from your fluttering opening. The slap of his palm against your ass is harsh, three quick reprimanding blows before he’s using that same hand to push you flat to the bed, trapping your hands underneath you, belly down. “Bad girl, you take what I give.”

You wiggle your hips pathetically, trying to entice him back in with a shake of your ass; “Buck, please- I’ll be good, I’ll-” He can tell how fucked out you are by the lilt of your voice, but then again he isn’t much better off. He keeps your hips pressed into the mattress with a heavy hand on your lower back, pressing just the tip back in, working it in and out in slow, steady thrusts.

He stops only when you’ve clenched down on him so tight it’s hard to move, pausing with just the tip of his cock in you; he allows you just enough space to work one hand down between your legs; “Rub your clit, baby, make yourself cum. Cum on my cock.”

You can’t help but whine, you’re not cumming on his cock, not really, not in the way you want, but you can’t deny that it feels good, so fucking good. You allow your fingers to dance across the spot where you’re joined, where he has you stretched open, before zeroing in your clit. The orgasm breaks your body into pieces, pleasure fueled oblivion consuming you. Bucky is close behind, dropping the full weight of his body onto your back, laying over you, pinning you down. “Where-” he manages to grunt out “Where do you want it?”

“Inside, Bucky, please!”

He whimpers out something that sounds like a mix between your name, jesus christ, and fucking hell, before he let’s go. He may not be all the way in, but that doesn’t stop him from painting your insides white with his cum.

#Biker!Bucky #Bucky Barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky smut #bucky and bug

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perdidosbucky-yyo · 4 days

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𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛

Pairing: Exotic Dancer!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader (no mention of gender or ethnicity)

Summary: Hi, you've reached [your name]. I can't come to the phone right now, please leave a message after the beep!

w/c: 3.7k

warnings: cheating (on reader), lots of cursing, smoking, heavy drinking, weed smoking, body image issues (I'm sorry), this is a smutty fic (but there’s no smut), dry humping. Please let me know if I missed anything <3

a/n: This is the first fic I've posted in years lmao, I'm a bit rusty, but omfg I enjoyed writing this so much, it's very self-indulgent hehe I hope you love it just as much as I do.

this is not beta'd, any and all mistakes are my own.

Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply encouraged🥺

7:51 PM

“Baby please, You know I’m an idiot…she means nothing” Jake whined through the phone.

As of 5 hours ago, he became your ex but kept on calling you, each call pleading for your forgiveness and saying the same stupid excuse “I felt you pulling away, what was I supp-”

Before you could interrupt him yourself, your best friend and roommate took your phone “Listen closely you little shit, if you don’t stop calling I’ll personally chop off your balls, fry’em up and feed them to your mother in a fucking salad… it’s Wanda by the way” she huffs as she hands you back the phone, “Colorful” you grimace.

Shoving you inside the car, with you and Wanda on the back, Bruce behind the wheel and Tony as co-pilot, “Why do you even answer his calls?” Tony asks while Wanda lights up a Marlboro, and gives you a drag “Because I want to tell him to go fuck himself… I- I just can’t seem to find the right words”, “That seems right” Wanda quips and you roll your eyes, “Don’t worry you’ll find the words when the time’s right” Bruce adds, “Dr. Banner is right, tonight is all about getting shit-faced” Tony adds.

You all clap and turn up the volume to the perfect song “I don’t wanna hear, I don’t wanna know” Wanda sings, the wind on her face, while Bruce shouts “WE LOVE YOU MADONNA”.

They were right, fuck Jack, tonight you wanted to let go, you weren’t one for parties or clubbing but you couldn’t stay at home feeling sorry for yourself, partying with your friends seemed like the perfect distraction “LET’S FUCKING GO” you shouted at the top of your lungs.

9:05 PM

“The Hush-Hush Hideaway?” you laughed as you finished your first beer after two cherry vodka shots, sounds like a place where 50 year olds would come to have an affair, “Alright, alright before you keep on talking trash, there is more eye to meet” Tony argues, to that Wanda snorts “are you seriously drunk right now? after three piña coladas?”, Bruce laughs “they’re stronger than they look” Tony defends himself as he stands up, signaling you all to head to the dance floor.

You honestly loved the place, the lighting was incredible, the atmosphere was hot pink with hints of dark red and deep purple, the ceiling was decorated with hundreds of disco balls shining down on you, the bar had tables so crystalline and so red, it looked like solidified blood, each one surrounded by the comfiest leather couches. There was also the dance floor which you were dancing on now, it had the perfect stage for dancers or any kind of show, the whole place had the perfect mix of chic and urban.

10:39 PM

“This round’s on me” Tony shouts over the loud music as he hands you what would probably be your 5th drink, stumbling around as you danced to a song that suddenly became your favorite, as you downed the liquid gold you took Tony’s hand and started giving him a lap dance of some sorts which made everyone laugh along with you.

And then everything went pitch black, for 5 seconds the music was over, lights were out, for a moment you thought you passed out but then a huge white light shone straight into the middle of the stage, “Girls Gays and Theys!” a deep voice over the microphone started, “is this a gay bar?” Bruce genuinely chimed in, making you giggle.

“Tonight we encourage you to let that wild side of yours out! Please give a warm welcome to The White Wolf” the voice cheered with excitement and the crowd roared and cheered back, “he must be really good looking” you sassed, and in that moment, red ropes descended.

Not a second later a man dressed in a kevlar suit swirled down as if swimming in the red fabric, wrapping himself in a cocoon in the air so the next second he rolled down to the stage, the top of his leathery suit gone, leaving his gorgeous toned abdomen exposed making the crowd go wild. The lights enhanced his beautiful body. “D-does he have glitter on?!” Tony shouted in awe, everyone absolutely going crazy over this tall, brown-haired, thick oh so fucking thick specimen.

On the other hand, you were finding breathing a difficult task, especially because his eyes were trained on yours, maybe it was the several drinks in your system or the empowering song that heightened everything, but his stare was intense, the ice blue of his eyes chilled your spine and for a moment you thought he was going to stop the show, come down and rip your clothes off… yeah you definitely felt tipsy now.

This man knew the power he held, not only was he drop-dead gorgeous, he had autonomy of every nerve and every muscle on his body, your heart and pussy were practically pulsing as you watched him dance. The magic was broken when you felt your phone ring in your pocket, taking it out, you saw it was Jake calling AGAIN, you knew your friends would tell you not to pick up, but part of you wanted to hear him out and scream at him, you didn’t know which one you were going to do.

Leaving the dance floor and heading to the bathrooms where you hoped it’d be quieter, you swipe to the green bubble “Please please forgive me” is the first thing the man says, making you sigh in frustration “S-top stop saying you’re sorry” but it’s like talking to a wall, you’re not even sure he heard you because he just keeps on whining.

??:??

You don’t know how much time you spent listening to him in the bathroom but eventually, you give up and hang up on him, splashing some fresh water in your neck you exit the room and bump into a rock-hard wall, but then unexpectedly the wall starts talking and you think maybe it’s not a wall.

“it was rude to bail” a grave voice rumbles in your ear through all of the noise, looking up you see it’s the white wolf, making you almost choke on air, but you were quick enough to react and raise an eyebrow in response “sorry?”.

Without even noticing, the man had cornered you into a wall “Don’t apologize, you can make it up to me” he said with a wild smile, “oh he’s good” you thought, then he looked at you as if he read your mind, “you look like someone in desperate need to have some fun… let me give you a hand” he whispered, his confidence made you forget he was a stranger, and oddly enough it felt like you knew him perfectly, the thought of spending your night with him made you shudder.

Taking out what looked like a big fat blunt from one of his pockets, he dragged the little bundle of joy from your exposed thighs, up your arms, slowly passing through your neck, and finally grazing your soft lips, his eyes never once leaving yours, he leaned in and the smell of cedarwood with a touch of french vanilla made your eyes roll.

Man, you’re really not keeping your cool, but he’s too beautiful for you to care, you might as well pucker your lips, but then he backs away, taking your hand and leading you to the backdoor between the kitchens. The sound of music and people dancing start to disappear until it’s muffled, “are we allowed in here?” you laugh as he lights up the joint and takes a big gulp, your heart pounds with excitement, this is exactly what you needed.

Your inner demons whispered that he really wasn’t interested in you, he looked like he was sculptured by frigging Michelangelo, he’d never want to be with someone as big as you, plus you felt sweaty from dancing most of the night, but honestly, it was more about the nerves you felt around him, but just as easy as the negative thoughts came, he batted them away with a single kiss to your cheek, near enough to the corner of your lips “lost you there for a sec” he teased.

As he handed you the joint, you took it with hesitance, “I usually don’t take marihuana from strangers, you got a name or does everyone call you the white wolf?” you teased, carefully eyeing him, realizing that he was still shirtless unconsciously making you bite your lip.

A lazy smile spread on his face “Waddaya mean you don’t know me? Pfft I’m your latest conquest”, it threw you off but he looked so sincere it made the butterflies in your stomach dance, “I’m Bucky” he laughed, he was so at ease with that pretty smile you couldn’t do anything but swoon.

Taking a drag of the blunt you breathe out the smoke through your nose as you offer him your name in return, not wasting a second he repeats it, slowly, maybe he was high but it seemed as though he enjoyed the sound of your name on his tongue, he savored it, your legs pressed against each other and you had to take another drag so not to seem desperate as you were for him.

He might be a stranger but deep down you felt unbelievable attraction, in less than 10 minutes of knowing him he made you feel powerful, and free, like maybe in a past life or somethin’ he was your soulmate… Pfft, you wanted to crack up at your own thoughts, somehow Bucky knew and started laughing, slowly leaning into you and crashing his lips with yours, it was sloppy but fuck you’d never been kissed like that, it was passionate, you felt wanted, right then and there you were ready and willing to let him swoop you off your feet.

12:59 AM

Bucky was showing you his best moves, his calloused hands gripped and groped your body as you both swayed your hips against each other perfectly in sync.

He was so smooth, the fogginess of the joint rumbled through your body, each touch, every one of his strokes felt like a wave, you were floating in a sea of music and his scent, nothing was wrong with the world, nothing could harm you because he was right behind you, worshipping you, telling you how he loved the feel of every roll and every curve, you couldn’t help but smile and he couldn’t help but kiss that beautiful smile.

Not long after your friends found you and you introduced them to the dancer who blew their minds, some of his friends joined you, and not long after you were the life of the party, shots and blunts came pouring, and just like you wanted you became one with bucky, you didn’t know where you began or where he ended, pain and misery were a strange and unknown concept tonight.

1:55 AM

Wanda had to drag you away from Bucky to chat with you a bit, she couldn’t hide that grin even if she tried “Dude I don’t even recognize you right now” you laugh with her knowing very well what she means, squeezing her wrist you stop the urge to squeal, “I don’t know how this happened but fuck he’s just so pretty I wanna cry” you both giggle, understanding the Rachel Green reference.

Turning to see Bucky you caught him already watching you, it looked like he was chatting with his friends but he wouldn’t look away from you, you realized he was waiting for you, and honestly you were eager to return to his embrace and intoxicating scent “Fuck Jack, you have men waiting in line” Wanda practically shouts as she pushes you back to the dance floor.

2:12 AM

After a while your social battery was low and you needed a break, so now you leaned against the wall in the back alley of the bar, a cigarette lit, resting on your fingertips as you recalled the events that brought you here tonight.

You didn’t blame Wanda for reminding you of Jake and what he did, after all, she was just hyping you, but now your mind was plagued, you memorized with detail how you found them, as some sort of self-punishment, why? you didn’t know, after years of therapy, you were still trying to unlearn self-deprecating thoughts that your family and society shoved in your face.

Jake cheating on you with a leggy blonde who was quite literally a Victoria's Secret model was a kick to your stomach, it made you realize that maybe every bad thought you had about yourself was true, and that was terrifying…

Realizing that the cigarette burned itself out, you stepped on it, but before you could come back inside Bucky opened the door and grinned “There you are, was worried I spooked ya”, to that you chuckled, somehow the laws of social battery didn’t apply to the handsome trapeze dancer “Never”.

Stepping outside and standing next to you, he takes your hand and starts playing with your fingers “What’s got my sweet doll so down?”, you expected the pet name to make you cringe but instead swooned. Lighting another cigarette you take a drag and blow it on his face, and he just bites the smoke, making you giggle, after a beat of silence you show him your heart.

“About… 11 hours ago, my boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, cheated on me” you sigh, trying with all your might not to shed a single fucking tear, Jake didn’t deserve them, “Gimme his address” he deadpans, a look so deadly in his eyes, that spark was almost snuffed, but just as quickly his attitude changed, “I’ll kill 'im with my bare hands, I’LL FUCKING KILL ’IM” he shouts with foux determination, making wild animal noises that are making you laugh so hard you can’t breathe “you’re not funny” you say out of breath.

His thumb cleans away a single runaway tear, his touch is so gentle at first you’re not even sure he’s holding you, he’s so close you feel his breath on your cheek and his nose caressing your skin oh so lightly, “you’re dreaming”, you think incredulously.

In a second his touch becomes rough as he grips your face with both his hands, holding you still so you can’t look anywhere but his eyes, “he’s a fucking moron” he spits out, almost insulted, “and I don’t mean a jerk or plain stupid, I mean he’s missing some fucking brain cells to let go of someone so insanely beautiful as you”.

Your heart’s pounding in your ears, you’re about to explain but he cuts you off “And I don’t even need to know him, to be sure of what I’m telling you right now” he scoffs, “Hell, I don’t even have to know you to be sure, in the very short time I’ve known you, you’ve been everything” bucky almost can’t believe he’s saying this to you, suddenly the tension is palpable and neither of you can breathe…

“You’re driving me insane” is the last thing he says before pushing you against the wall, with a grunt he grips your waist and your lips crash with his, in a fight for dominance your tongues swirl, it’s as if Jake or any other man never existed, washed away by the ocean that is Bucky.

You loved how vocal he was being, he moaned into the kiss as you practically humped him, he bit your swollen lips as a warning to slow down but it only turned you on more. You could feel your hardened nipples rub against his chest, and it drove both of you nuts, with all his strength he pulled away, leaving you dizzy and pulling him for more, he’s never wanted anyone the way he wants you but he would never have sex with someone so drunk, even if that person begged as nicely as you were right now.

He laughs as you start leaving hot open kisses throughout his neck and jaw purring like a cat, “Bucky please” you mewled, asking him for more, his hand flew to grasp your hair in a tight grip, nibbling on your skin as he reached your ear “We aren’t doing anything except kissing the fuck out of each other doll” he whispered.

You made for a grab to his groin but he was able to take your hand and hold it above your head “I want you nice and sober when I get you to cream on my cock”, he groans as you make a final attempt to lure him in, but you know he’s right, so you huff in defeat, a pout on display to make your feelings known, “baby doll what’s wrong? you look flushed” he teases as you gasp in faux offense.

3:45 AM

The bar kicked everyone out but you still had some party left in you and apparently, so did Bucky because he’s already got you piggyback riding him to his car, you said goodbye to your friends assuring them you trusted Bucky, his place was less than 10 minutes away and you’d send them your location.

Once you got to the car Bucky stopped in his tracks, “we’re drunk and high as hell” he stated, and like a bucket of iced water you realized he was right “Accurate statement” you snort, carefully dropping you on the ground he swiftly turned to face you “so we should… perhaps, maybe take a cab” he goofs around as he steals small kisses form you “or we can walk? your place’s near right?” you reply, everyone was already gone to ask for a ride but he liked the idea of having some alone time with you, so, he picked you up and placed you on his back “To the Batcave!” he runs as you hold onto him as tight as you could.

4:05 AM

You peacefully walked on the side of the street as cars passed by, one thing that you loved about walking at night was the lack of noise, the night wasn’t completely quiet, you could still hear the cars in the distance, people coming in and out of bars or whatever, the breeze was the perfect temperature and the city lights of New York were shone beautifully.

Hand in hand you walked with your latest conquest as he so eloquently put it, conversation flowing, “I got cheated on once, it fucking sucks” You both laughed at the obvious statement “I thought we were going steady and she got bored” he shrugged, “it was a while ago, but it definitely messed with my head” he whispered as he squeezed your hand, it brought him comfort and you as well.

“You know what’s fucking hilarious though? I was planning on breaking up with him…ok don’t judge me” you laughed, “but I just stayed with him because it was easier to stay in a mediocre relationship than actually fight for my happiness…plus he had a hot tub” you felt stupid for saying it, but he didn’t judge you, his face remained the same, attentive.

Bucky took your hand and kissed each one of your knuckles “I got a really nice bathtub” he murmured into your skin with a smirk, your heart fluttered to what he implied so you jumped and kissed his cheek, holding onto his arm for dear life, content with how the day turned out.

4:38 AM

After smoking yet another joint together you were now straddling your dancer’s lap on his bathtub “It really is a nice bathtub” You grinned between kisses and he laughed, his hands roaming your soft skin under your clothes, you were heaven on earth he kept thinking, he was about to kiss you again but was interrupted by your phone ringing, which made both of you sigh in frustration.

You knew who it was, Jake had been calling over and over for the last 20 minutes and Bucky had enough of the bastard, “Answer him” he ordered, to which you raised an eyebrow “I- can’t I- seriously?” you say almost shocked “You know what you wanna say to him, so say it” he encouraged with a soft smile.

Without thinking twice you pick up, “Finally! what took you so long to pick up?” Jake barks, you have the phone on speaker so Bucky could listen, and he already hated how the jerk talked to you, making him grip your waist with possessiveness.

“What do you want?” you ask almost uninterested, “Baby please forgive me” he cries as if you could ever believe anything he said to you, “I’m so so fucking sorry, what else do you want me to say?!”, to that you let out an unamused laugh “just stop fucking saying you’re sorry, time to put on your big boy pants and take responsibility” you snark, which oddly, turns on bucky beyond belief.

Like a magnet, his lips start leaving love bites on your neck, making you gulp, “Babe let’s be honest, in a month you’ll be begging me to get back together, we both know you need someone to take care of you, you can’t be alone, you need me” he says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and then you really were done with his bullshit.

“Listen closely you fucktard, stop saying you’re sorry, stop begging me to forgive you, you were a waste of my time and the only reason I didn’t break up with you sooner was because it was convenient for me to stay with your sorry ass” you bark.

You could keep going but now Bucky was humming against your pulse, finding it incredibly hot how you stood up for yourself, he peppered you with hot open kisses that made your mind even fuzzier than the weed, “And I can take care of myself ass” you hiss in delight, it was meant to be an insult but Bucky was making you feel so good…

“Fucking drop that call”, bucky growled into your neck loud enough to be heard over the phone, then sunk his teeth into your soft skin, making you moan, unintentionally into the phone, before dropping it and gripping Bucky’s hair for support as you rubbed against the bulge on his pants “Fuck I can’t wait to make you mine” he moaned, dreaming of all the possibilities, of everything he wanted to do with and to you.

Despite the chills you felt down your spine, despite feeling exactly the same way, you laugh, “Honey… do you think it’s gonna be that easy?” you coo, drunk in power, you devour his perfect pink lips.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fanfiction #exoticdancer!bucky #stripper!bucky #sebastian stan #carrot's harvest #Spotify

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urdepressedslut · 1 year

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Stray

♡ Pairing: The Winter Soldier x Fem!Reader/Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: Just hours after the events in DC, you find The Winter Soldier unconscious, leaning against a gravestone in a cemetery near your home. Being sheltered you don't recognize who he is, and you care for him.

♡ Warnings: dark themes? light angst, fluff, vomiting

A/N: If you’re confused at the start, good. I tried to make the buildup very mysterious on who you are 😂

Part 2

His mind raced with questions that he knew would stay unanswered. The image of the blonde soldier defenseless, lying just out of the river.

I'm with you til the end of the line

Those words had ignited something in him, the foreign feeling of a fractured memory trying to come to life. He wasn't sure who he was anymore, he wasn't sure where he was, or where he was going. But his legs had a mind of their own, leading him far away from the smoke clouds.

10 hours later Location: Riverside, WA

You watched the dirt disappear from your hands, streaks of brown merging with the river. Taking a deep breath, you felt at peace, the ambience of the wind and water being the only noise you could hear for miles.

Your mind was finally clear, the static the lurked in your head gone. You were surprisingly doing better than you thought, considering what had happened. Maybe it was just the calm before the storm.

Long story short, no one would ever control you again, you were finally your own person.

Taking one last look at the river, you hoped that the calm that found you here would follow you back to the house. The house used to be a place you called home, but now the air was poisoned. Although you didn’t have a choice, it was the only place you had to live. Plus people would be looking for you now and you had to stay hidden.

The walk back to the house gave you time to think, gave you a moment to yourself before you reentered the poisoned air.

As you were passing through the cemetery as a shortcut, you noticed the angel gravestone had a real man leaning up against it. His form was unmoving, and could easily pass as a statue from how still he was.

Your body tensed up slightly, considering that this cemetery was private, nobody ever came out here.

He seemed to be a very large man, but from the way he was trying to make himself look smaller broke your heart.

You had always heard that “Two broken people will either fit together perfectly, or destroy each other beyond repair.” Whatever that means anyway.

Not that you were assuming he was a broken man but a normal person wouldn’t be sleeping against a grave in a cemetery… especially this cemetery.

You felt like you haven’t been living your life the way you want to live it. You were in control now and you wanted to do something good— be good.

Your bare feet tip toed through the overgrown grass, walking slow enough, sizing him up. He was dressed in military tatical pants with a black tactical vest covering his upper half.

He looked like a soldier, and you didn't understand how someone like him would be wandering around a cemetery in the middle of nowhere.

Finally getting close enough, you kneeled down into the grass, your dirtied dress flowing around you. The strangers shoulder length hair was covering the full view of his face. With careful fingers, you reached out, pushing the curtain of hair off his cheeks.

You were speechless as you revealed the strangers face, at a loss for words at his beauty. His skin was neutral, sweat mixed with water layering his face with a glow. His eyes were peacefully shut, while a crease stayed in between his brows. His left eye was ringed with an irritated bruise, one that seemed too fresh for it to be an old wound. His face had been shaved recently, but stubble could be spotted up close. His dully defined cupids bow guided you to his plump lips, beholding a pinkish color.

You had never witnessed such raw vision this close before, and you couldn’t help yourself from thinking that he was a fallen angel.

You couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out, smoothing his stubbled cheek with your knuckles. It had felt like forever since you’d last touched a man, let alone a man this handsome.

His lip twitched at your feathered touch, making you rip your hand back to your chest in fear you'd woken him. The man groaned painfully in his slumber, and it was then you noticed his right arm cradled awkwardly to his chest.

This man was clearly hurting, and from the looks of it, he was running from something. It wasn't your job to care for him, but you knew you couldn't just leave him here. Without knowing his true intentions yet, you started your trek back to the house to gather some supplies for the stranger.

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Bucky woke with a groan, the discomfort in his shoulder still present. Without setting his arm back in place, he wouldn’t be able to heal himself. He’d forgotten how he ended up here, only remembering his chaotic mind trying to piece everything together, resulting in him collapsing. His head felt less cloudy, his mind able to create clear thoughts without the looming shadow of HYDRA.

HYDRA. Surely they were looking for him now, and as much as he hated to admit it. They still had power over him, even out of their clutches. His stomach knotted up, sweat beads forming on his exposed skin, the mere thought of being found by HYDRA enough for him to empty the contents of his stomach on the grass next to him. Although it wasn’t much, just remains of his last nutrient packet.

After moments of dry heaving, his body relaxed back onto the stone. It was then he noticed the supplies placed in front of him.

He found, two water bottles, a medium sized bag of fruit and vegetables, a pile of clothes, and sitting on top of the clothes lastly was a flower.

The supplies had sparked something inside of him, and he wasn’t sure if it was confusion on where they came from, or if it was guilt that he didn’t deserve such kindness.

Glancing around the vacant cemetery, he saw no one in sight. He sensed nothing, heard no heartbeat, or breathing. The water and food were too tempting to ignore, despite the possibility of it being poisoned lingering in the back of his mind, he gulped the water down. Despite his stomach growling, he nibbled on the food, knowing the effects of eating too fast, especially after living off of nutrient packets.

Suddenly, a paper ball landed near his legs. Startling him, he whipped he head up, scanning the area for the being. After finding no one again, he picked up the ball, uncurling it to reveal a scribbled message.

Walk 206 steps to your right for shelter

Storm coming tonight

Furrowing his brows, he was more confused than ever. After all the blood stained in his hands, the universe still thought he was worthy enough for a guardian angel? Surely this was all a sick joke, and the person behind these words were HYDRA.

Amongst all his chaotic thoughts, the one had stuck out, ringing loud and clear for him to hear.

What more do I have to lose?

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You were sitting on the front porch, training your eyes on the field where the earth curved. It was silly to trust a stranger, you knew that. It was even sillier to be waiting for said stranger to appear. Maybe it was because you were lonely, maybe it was pure curiosity.

You suddenly spotted the faint figure of someone far away walking in this direction. Doubting if you had made the right decision leading him here, you wrung your hands together nervously.

The stranger had seemed to spot you, with the way he was avoiding your stare. His hands were full with your supplies you had gifted him, even his awkwardly bent arm was cradling the bag of food. He hadn’t bothered to change into the new clothes, but you didn’t mind.

It felt like forever by the time he stopped plenty of feet away, obviously keeping distance between you both. You watched him sneak a glance at you, analyzing your expression with the way his brows furrowed in concentration.

Deciding to break the thick silence, you cleared your throat. As well as holding your palms out for him to see, to show you meant no harm.

“Uh… I’m not going to hurt you or anything… You probably figured that I mean— The water, food… Uh,” You rambled, forgetting everything you had planned to say, “I found you in the cemetery and I was just gonna leave you the supplies and that’s it. But then I heard about a storm on the radio back home and… Well, I felt bad thinking about leaving you there.”

The man watched you intently during your whole speech. Half listening, half taking in your features. He hesitated taking off in the middle of your rambling, but when you mentioned you had felt bad for him, and were thinking about him. It ignited a foreign feeling within him, one that made him feel important, something he’s lacked for god knows how long.

He was complete stranger to you, and here you were offering him supplies, thinking about his wellbeing and now you were offering your home to him? You really were an angel.

“You can stay if you want. You can stay out here on the porch, or you could come inside,” You offered, feeling embarrassed by your desperation for human interaction, “It’s just me here.”

He thought about your offers, knowing he could easily overpower you if the situation called for it. He was enchanced and could run faster than you, if he had to. He felt secure that if the worst came, he could handle it.

“Why?”

His voice startled you, you weren’t expecting him to respond considering his mysterious silent vibe he was giving off. His question confused you though.

“Why what?”

“Why let me stay?” He asked in almost a whisper, holding you gaze confidently. Although his eyes were haunted, holding a look of someone that had seen too much.

Your heart ached at what this man had possibly been through. His tone was sad, and it sounded like he almost didn’t believe he should be allowed to stay.

“Uh… I don’t know,” You told him softly, and he didn’t seemed pleased with your answer, lowering his eyes to the ground again. “Like I said, it’s just me here.”

You hinted, hoping he’d understand that you were desperate enough for human interaction that you were willing to invite a stranger into your home.

You glanced up to him, finding an empathetic expression upon his face.

“Okay, just for tonight.” He agreed, and you smiled.

A/N: part 2?? 🤔 let me know what you think

#reader insert #fluff #light angst #oneshot #imagine #marvel imagines #buckybarnes #the winter soldier #bucky barnes #sebastian stan characters #sebastian stan #james buchanan barnes #captain america civil war #captain america the winter soldier #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes angst

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agent-tempest · 1 year

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My favorite fanfics!

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Red by @jamespottersdaisy [Banter, fluff]

Gold Rush by @jamespottersdaisy [pure fluff]

Hiccups and hijinks by @dreaminginpastels [Plus-size!Reader, fluff, mutual pining, mentions of insecurity and self-doubt]

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Let me help by @jamespottersdaisy [bad mental health, eating disorder?, angst]

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Book Club by @rainydaymiscellaneous [fluff, Kaz is in love]

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Schon by @mcntsee [Kinda ooc Kaz, kaz is ok with y/n’s touch. Stabbing, blood, killing]

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megamindsecretlair · 4 months

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It's a Little Cold

Pairing: Bucky x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Cursing. Sad Bucky. Fluff. Smut. Mild age gap. Reader is late 20s and Bucky is mid 30s. Dirty talk, PIV, and unprotected sex. Oral (fem receiving) Sentences are intentional AAVE.

Summary: You and Bucky had been dating for a few months now and were lucky to spend your first Christmas together exchanging presents.

Word Count: 3,432k

A/N: I had been thinking about these two for some time, so naturally we needed a little follow up. Merry Christmas to those who celebrate and a Happy Monday to those who don't. If you need a little break from festivities, here ya go! Likes are always awesome, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! I block ageless blogs.

This is a follow up to It's a Little Warm. If you want to see how these crazy kids got together, start here! Read Part 1

Tagging the folks who liked the previous series: @softimgyu @blackreaderatrisk @braverthanthenewworld @multiversefanfics @monaeesstuff @blackpinup22 @chaos-4baby @sevikasblackgf @namsey1987 @browngirldominion

Fuck, you were frightfully cold. The downside to having low iron was that you were always fucking cold. You pulled the blanket over yourself and snuggled down into the bed but it was no use. You flipped over, your hand searching for your space heater, but the bed was empty. You popped your head up and looked at the empty spot.

“Bucky?” You called out.

There was no reply. You kicked the covers off of yourself and got out of bed. You wiped sleep from your eyes as you walked towards the living room. The space was still dark, the open windows letting the morning light filter in.

You were about to grab your phone and call Bucky, but a sigh caught your attention. At the window, Bucky stood leaning against the windowsill. You stopped and watched him. He looked melancholy as he stared out of the window.

The pale morning light slanted over his exposed skin. He only wore black sweatpants. His dog tags hung from his neck. His metal arm was off for once. The scars around his arm always made you so fucking angry, you could resurrect the scientists who experimented on him and kill them all over again.

“Bucky?” You called out and approached him. You didn’t want to spook the poor man.

Bucky turned towards you and gave you a small smile. “Mornin’, doll,” he said. You smiled back and snuggled into his side, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Mornin’ handsome. What ya doing up so early?” You asked.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen snow on Christmas.”

You looked out of the window with him. You had been dating for a few months now and there were times when Bucky seemed to shut down and shut you out. You tried not to take it personally. There were so many things that he had been through, so many things that he’d seen, you weren’t sure you could begin to understand. You weren’t entitled to his every deepest thought. But you wish you knew how to help him.

“I’m glad I get to be here when you do,” you said and nudged his shoulder. He smiled at you and kissed your temple.

“Since we’re up...presents?” You asked excitedly. You waggled your eyebrows and Bucky laughed.

“Can’t help yourself, can you?” He asked.

“Hell no! Are you kidding?” You slapped his rock hard stomach and crossed the room to the tiny Christmas tree on an end table by the other window. You knelt down and grabbed his presents. There was no way you were going to allow Bucky to drag a real Christmas tree into your place. You had an adorable argument about it.

You ended up winning by pointing out that the bad guys didn’t take breaks for the holidays. You hadn’t been sure that you would get to spend Christmas with Bucky. You agreed on a smaller, artificial tree this year. It was green, small and so cute. You two had sipped on drinks while you decorated. It took no more than an hour, mostly because you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other.

You held out the presents to him. Bucky grabbed his metal arm from the top of the couch and attached it. It never ceased to amaze you when he did that. You wanted to visit Wakanda so badly, it physically hurt. He flexed his fingers with a small grimace and then joined you in front of the table.

“Why don’t you open yours first?” He asked.

“No way! I want to see your face. If you hate it, I kept the receipts and we can return it for something else.” Nerves bubbled in your gut. You had wracked your brain for the past few months trying to think of what to get the man.

He had precious little in his apartment. He was always on the go somewhere, ready to leave at the drop of a hat. From day to day, he didn’t know where he would be. You thought it would wreck you that he wasn’t here every day. You missed him like crazy when he wasn’t around, but when he came back, it was simply magical.

“I’ll love it,” he said.

“You don’t even know what it is yet,” you said.

Bucky smiled. “I will love anything you get me. I thought we agreed on one present?”

He shook his box but what you got him wouldn’t rattle. He grinned and then nodded to two more presents under the small tree. “So we’re both full of shit?”

You chuckled as you grabbed your presents from him. The wrapping paper was silver with tiny penguins on them. The penguins had scarves on and you giggled about how cute they looked.

“Same time?” You asked. Maybe it would be better that you didn’t see his face when he opened his presents. You were suddenly nervous about what you got him. It was likely stupid and he wouldn’t use it.

He nodded. You both tore into your presents, wrapping paper flying all over the place. There was a green gift box underneath so you opened it. Inside, there was a giant, plush blanket hoodie in your favorite color.

“Bucky!” You squealed.

“Your anemic ass is always cold and I’m not always here to warm you up,” Bucky explained.

“I love it!” You hugged him, wrapping your hands around his neck and squeezing him tight. He chuckled at your enthusiasm and kissed your cheek.

“Merry Christmas, doll,” he said. “There’s more.”

Underneath the blanket hoodie, there were matching socks and a huge black shirt. You lifted it and a waft of Bucky’s scent washed over you. “Your shirt?” You asked.

“You like stealing them all the time. Figured it was time to relinquish one willingly.” He said.

“You know me so well already,” you grinned and leaned up to press your lips against his. His stubble tickled your jaw as you kept going, loving his lips on yours. He groaned low in his throat and began to kiss along your jaw.

You were starting to warm up as you flushed with need. You would never get sick of him. Of his hands on you. “Open the rest of your presents,” Bucky said and kissed your cheek.

“You’re no fun.” You playfully pouted as you unwrapped your other present. Inside, there was a vanilla bean candle, bath soap, and lotion. You looked at him and Bucky had his lips pressed together in a thin line.

“I know you like to pamper yourself. So…” He was nervous.

“Aww,” you cooed. You dropped your head to his shoulder. He was so damn sweet sometimes. He paid special attention to things you told him in passing. He knew your favorite coffee order and your favorite foods by now. He remembered so much with ease, it made you sick.

“This is the best Christmas ever,” you said.

Bucky grinned. “Even with a dinosaur like me?” He asked.

“Especially with a dinosaur like you. Older is sexy now,” you said.

He mockingly groaned and pushed you off of him. You pushed him back with a giggle. “Wait till you get some gray in your beard. You won’t be able to get rid of me then,” you dropped your voice.

“Oh really? Some gray in my beard? That’s all it takes?” He asked, matching your low tone. His eyes lowered to your lips and you licked them slowly on purpose.

“You’re killing me here,” he said.

You laughed and nodded towards his presents. Time to rip the bandaid off. Bucky continued to unwrap his presents, having stopped to watch your reaction to his presents. He opened the small one first, removing a leather and pen set.

“You-you didn’t have to do this,” he said.

“You go off to these amazing places and I know you can’t exactly stop and smell the roses. But I thought maybe you’d like to write them down sometime. You’ve been through so much, sometimes writing it out helps. You said once that you couldn’t always trust what’s in your head. You can trust your words though,” you said.

Bucky stared at the journal for a long time and you wondered if you said something wrong. Or if he heard you at all.

“This…this is really sweet,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. You slipped your hand in his and he squeezed it gently.

Bucky cleared his throat and moved on to his other present. This one was in a gift bag so he took out the tissue paper and revealed a brand new duffle bag.

“I know it’s not really all that Christmassy and you already have one. But this one is made to be a lot sturdier. And there’s more pockets!”

Bucky stopped you with a kiss. “I love it,” he whispered against your lips.

“You’re not just saying that?”

“This means more to me than you’ll ever know. I wish I had the words,” he said.

He kissed you again, robbing you of all breath and reason. You sighed as he kissed you, his expert tongue swooping in to tangle with yours. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders pulling him in closer.

His hands drifted down your sides, grabbing your ass and squeezing it tightly. You moaned as his fingers dug into sensitive spots under your ass. Spots you didn’t even know were sore.

Bucky lifted you from the ground effortlessly and placed you on the couch. He continued to kiss you and explore your body with his hands. Forget being cold, you were on fire now. Bucky kissed his way down your body, lifting your tank top to kiss your tummy.

His teeth teased your overly sensitive flesh before grabbing hold of your shorts and peeling them off of you. His hands followed after to remove your panties. You lifted off of the couch to help slip them off your ass.

Bucky then lifted your shirt off, revealing your breasts. He moaned as he gripped them, running his thumbs over your nipples. You moaned at the coldness of his metal arm. It wasn’t enough to dampen the heat coming off of him in waves, warming you up from the inside out.

“I may not have the words, but I can show my appreciation in other ways,” Bucky said. He kissed your thighs.

“You always show your appreciation in the best of ways,” you said. Your voice was breathy, needy.

Bucky chuckled as he began to pluck on your nipples while nudging your legs apart. You draped your legs over his shoulders and he wasted no time suckling on your clit. “Ooof,” you moaned. Your thighs tightened around his head and your hands sunk into his short hair. He was starting to grow it out a bit more but you could still dig your fingers into his soft brown hair.

Your pussy throbbed with every pass and swipe of his tongue. His fingers continued to deftly tug on your nipples, ensuring increased pleasure. Bucky’s messy eating turned you on even more, to the point that you were cumming in no time.

“Bucky,” you moaned his name as you came. Your body was wracked with delicious shivers and contortions, your back bowing off of the couch.

“Music to my ears,” Bucky said against your clit. You moaned, too sensitive now. Bucky bit your thigh, leaving a wet spot right there. He stood up and dropped his sweatpants, revealing that beautiful dick of his.

He kneeled onto the couch, pulling you by your legs until you were positioned where he wanted you. Your ass hung off of the couch, onto his thighs. He licked his lips, licked your essence from his lips, as he rubbed his dick in between your soaked folds.

You bit your lip as you watched the devilish smirk on his face. He teased your entrance with his dick, causing you to moan and shiver violently. “Please, please, please,” you begged. Your skin felt electric, poised on the precipice of what you know would feel so good.

“Please what, doll? Use your words,” Bucky said.

“Dammit Bucky,” you whined. You needed relief. You needed that sweet fuckin’ relief that only he could provide. You twisted and writhed beneath him but he only continued to tease you mercilessly.

“I’m waiting,” he said.

“Please! I need you,” you moaned.

“Need me to do what?” He asked. He swirled the tip of his dick at your entrance. He slapped your clit a few times with his dick. The wet slaps were loud in the quiet room. It was filthy and lewd and you whined some more.

“I need your dick inside me!”

Bucky cooed. “Aw, was that so hard?” He asked.

“I’m gonna smack you when we're done,” you said.

“Oh? Maybe I should get up then,” he said.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare!” You chuckled but you were too wound tight. Your chuckles came out as little huffs, too out of breath to truly laugh.

Bucky slapped your clit again and you ached. You felt so empty that you turned pleading, puppy dog eyes towards him. “Please, Bucky,” you begged, your bottom lip quivering.

Bucky grinned and tilted his head as he finally slid inside of you. You mutually groaned, the sound echoing each other. You let out a deep sigh as he finally slid further in with ease.

“Never get over this,” Bucky said.

“Never,” you agreed.

Bucky took hold of your fleshy thighs and began to snap his hips with a brutal, near punishing pace. He stretched you out marvelously, feeling every last inch of him. You felt full in the best way as if he were stroking straight into the deepest part of you.

He pushed your thighs apart a bit more and sank in deeper, finding your G-spot. “Oue, oue! Don’t stop! Right there!”

“Right there?”

“Right there! Right there!” You gripped onto his forearms and held on as he kept that same spot, thrusting into you exactly how you liked. You watched his face. Watched how he seemed to lose himself inside of you.

You liked this view most of all. Not only that you two were joined and meshed together so perfectly. You liked how unrestrained he looked. How his jaw was slack, eyes nearly closed, and that tongue of his poking out the corner of his mouth.

He took your breath away when he was focused on your pleasure like this. When he seemed to chase some unnameable ghost in his eyes.

“Fuck, doll, you feel so good,” he moaned.

You matched his strokes, bouncing on his dick with him and he groaned even more. His eyes looked further down and you wondered if he was looking at your bouncing breasts or the way he disappeared inside of you.

His strokes caused a delicious pressure to build low in your belly. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you moaned.

“Come on, doll. Let it go for me, baby,” he cooed.

You finally tensed up and dug your nails into his skin as you came, flooding his dick with your arousal. He groaned and snapped his hips a final time before unloading inside of you. “Fuuuuck me,” he moaned.

Bucky continued to pound into you, thrust into you. “Fuck, I love you,” you moaned.

Bucky stilled and you closed your eyes. Fuck. You hadn’t meant to say that. “Look at me,” Bucky commanded.

You shook your head. Your pussy clenched around his dick, fresh with slick from the both of you. Shit. You groaned and dug the heels of your hands into your eyes.

“Look at me, doll,” Bucky said.

You shook your head again. “Being stubborn doesn’t work on me.”

You groaned. You could not face him. You were mortified. It had only been a few months since you started dating. It was entirely too soon to confess love, right?

How could you not love him? He was sweet to the point of giving you a toothache. He was considerate and old-fashioned in a lot of ways that you strangely craved. He opened doors for you, pulled out your chair for you. If you sneezed, he would take off his jacket and hand it over with a second thought.

His cooking needed work, but he was right there in the kitchen helping you. You thought it would suck having someone in your space all the time. You very much enjoyed your independence. You knew that if you did have someone in your space, every little thing would annoy you.

If they left the toilet seat up, it was time for them to go. If they had the audacity to change your channel, you were kicking them out without a second glance. Being around Bucky, however, you just wanted more of him. Beyond the sex, you wanted him.

You liked snuggling up with him. You liked staying up way past your bedtime talking and laughing with him. You liked hearing about the books he’s read and some of the sillier missions he’d been on. Things that didn’t involve killing and maiming and being a general menace to society. He told you stories about Wakanda and you loved the way his soft voice told you stories.

He was your personal melatonin. You fell asleep often listening to the cadence and rhythm of his voice. You were in it deep. Impossibly deep. Deeper than his dick still buried inside of you.

Bucky pulled your hands away from your face. “Come on, open those pretty eyes for me,” he said.

You were not that brave. You wanted to crawl into a hole and never leave. You opened your eyes anyway, prepared to see Bucky look at you like you were crazy. A few months of dating and you were talking about love?

Blehh. It was a wonder he wasn’t getting dressed and getting the hell out of dodge. Bucky smiled and leaned forward until you were pressed chest to chest. His nose nuzzled yours.

“What did you say? Say it again,” he said.

“I can’t,” you said.

“Why not?”

“It’s embarrassing,” you said and gave him a lopsided grin. Bucky kissed the tip of your nose.

“I’d like to hear it again,” he said.

“Are you sure? I can totally take it back,” you said.

Bucky shook his head and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “Say it again,” he whispered.

“I love you,” you said.

His dick twitched inside of you and you whimpered. How was it that he was still hard?

“I love you, too,” he said.

“You know you don’t have to say it just because–” He sealed off your protests with a kiss. A gentle, deep, wet kiss that left you curling your toes and butterflies flapping like crazy in your stomach.

“I love you. I have loved you for a long while now. Probably from the first moment I met you,” he said.

You wanted to tell him that he was full of shit. But Bucky never said anything he didn’t mean. A by-product from the time he was born. He was raised to be fair, honest, and kind. You thanked your lucky stars that your paths crossed. You hated that his life was taken away from him but you loved that it put him in your life.

“Dammit, Bucky, I love you,” you said.

Bucky smiled against your lips and began to move. “Ouue,” you moaned as he began to glide and slide within you. Bucky kissed you as he did so, pouring all of his emotions into the movement of his body against yours.

You made love now. Slow and gentle. His thrusts were a magic all its own, making you feel even closer to him than what you were. You stared into each other’s eyes as he pulled sweet moans from your lips. He kissed down every whine and whimper you uttered.

Tears sprang to your eyes as your orgasm neared. “Bucky,” you sighed as it washed over you. Pleasure dripped down your spine, slow as molasses and just as sweet.

Bucky called your name softly as he released his own slow climax, spilling inside of you and marking you in such a primal, base way.

“I love you so much,” Bucky said. He kissed you again.

“I love you,” you told him.

“Come on. Think it’s time we try out your present,” he said. He slipped out of you with a groan. He helped you stand. He grabbed your candle, soap, and lotion and chased you into the bathroom where you continued to spend a very lazy, very naughty Christmas.

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