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#the winter solider fanfiction
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❝what was rule number #2 again❞ I.| bucky barnes x reader
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pairing: tfatws bucky x reader summary: messing around in banner's lab, the night before your mission wasn't as good an idea as you thought, and you begin to question your actions the moment you step out of it. things worsen when you realize the super soldier serum isn't immune to an unknown contagious disease. warnings: sex pollen, no warnings this part, the II one? hahaha
a/n: I may have insulted the reader a few times in the beginning, so I apologize for that. but let's be honest, we'd do the same. I decided to split this fic into two parts because if I wrote it all into one part, it'd have 10k words. I'm not an english native speaker, so forgive me my sins and bad grammar if you find something.
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You weren't stupid. But you also weren't exactly smart. If you were, you would've minded your own business, stayed in the gym, and went through the plan for tomorrow's mission. Maybe even go to bed a little sooner, to be ready for the next day's alarm. But Banner was away for a business trip, and seeing his lab silent and alone didn't exactly sing you lullabies to sleep. That's why you found yourself standing in the heart of it at 3 a.m., in your pajamas, praying everyone was asleep. It was well known around the compound that Banner's and Stark's labs were a faraway island, and anybody with a brain would circle around them. But you were an excellent swimmer and sharks didn't scare you.
10 hours later, you realised why Banner turned green every time someone even glared the glass door of his science play room. You were a fast swimmer but not exactly a bright one. The only bright thing related to you was that you were easily struck by it. And the glowing pink flowers in Doc's terrarium took you down faster than the sharks. It was bright pink with purple shadows. It reminded you of passionflower, but it was bigger. Way bigger, and you weren't sure if you were hallucinating, but the feeling of the flower's filaments moving was too strong. They were moving in waves, then circles, then each moved in its own way. It was mesmerising.
It was too late before you realized you moved the flower out of its enclosure to get a closer look at it. The smell hit you hard, filling your brain with colorful fog. You smelled a dash of cinnamon, mixed with ginger and lavender. You couldn't miss the powerful vanilla and pumpkin filling up the room. You didn't realize how bad the consequences of smelling Doc's flower would be until you came undone under your fingers nearly seven times. And it still wasn't enough. The scheduled time of your and Barnes' meeting was quickly approaching, and your skin didn't feel less on fire than it did two hours ago.
You managed to get out of the sweaty mattress and put some clothes on you, loose ones, hoping that your skin could breathe a little. You prayed some air would cool you down, clear your head, and slap some sense into you. It was now obvious why Banner was so determined not to let anyone close his lab. He was experimenting with aphrodisiacs, and you, unwillingly, became one of his lab rats. Thoughts didn't stop multiplying in your head until one landed steadily on its feet. Tony has been visiting Doc's labs the last few weeks, five minutes on the dot after curfew. You knew because you were always stationed on your balcony, which gave you a clear view of the other building, and its glass windows didn't hide much. It only became pitch black when Tony came in, and Banner didn't even flinch when he heard the door shut.
Chuckle left your lips when you connected the dots, ignoring how amusing you must look for Barnes, sitting right next to him.
"Something funny?" he asked, not dropping his gaze off of you. You were now on your way to the target's last seen place, being lucky enough to get a ride in Tony's self-driven car. You wanted to drown him in kisses because you can only imagine the suffering if you had to walk all the way from the compound to the other side of the city. Your skin was still on fire, your hair was sticking to your neck, and salty drops chased each other on your skin. You certainly were an amusing sight to Bucky. Or a terrifying one. You wished he got used to it by now. After all these years of fighting against each other, then with each other, and now forced to fight by each other's side, he saw you through worse conditions. But as far as he knew, you were locked in your room all week. You had no reason to look like you had an early meeting with the reaper.
"Just, thinking," you mumbled back at him, forcing yourself to keep your head rested against your seat, begging your body to not betray you for looking back at your partner. Your body fighting the chemicals in your body, you could only imagine how it would end if you stared at Barnes for more than five seconds. Worse, let alone if you touched him. You read about aphrodisiacs and scientists' failed attempts to know what you were going through. You were prepared to die before touching Barnes.
You were secretly jealous. It wasn't fair of you, but Barnes' serum running through his veins protected him from anything related. You almost abandoned your morals, but the pain you were going through justified it. You had no idea how you were going to focus on the mission, communicate with James, and, if it came to it, fight the target. You could only focus on the heat between your legs and how touch-starved you were. And your, undeniably, attractive coworker wasn't helping the case.
You and James had a complicated history. Both born in the 40s and dated for a while before he fell from the train. Years later, he comes to kill you for Howard's successful experiment on you. Immortality would definitely suit HYDRA and their planned assassinations. James, back then, the Winter Soldier, failed to capture you, so they decided your family's fate. And your friends. Then, years later, Howard's. You forgave him. All of it. Because you knew it wasn't him. But when he came back from Wakanda, with no traces of HYDRA in him, and didn't spare you a glance, you couldn't forgive him that. Seventy years of tolerating the actions HYDRA made him do, and he couldn't even look at you. It broke your heart but rather to act like a cunt than a weepy baby, begging for attention that will never come.
"Well then, do it fast. We're almost there." You hear his grumpy voice, making the butterflies in your stomach double their count. The decades-old memories of you together overwhelmed your brain like a tsunami. You couldn't swim out of that. The way his tongue circled your clit as you played with his hair at the theatre restroom. Or when he made you ride his face with Steve in the house. The way he pounded into you against the wall so you wouldn't forget him when he gets shipped out the next morning. And the way he had to cover your mouth that night at the bar, celebrating his unit's rescue. Now he was sitting millimetres away from you, and he wouldn't have done any of it. You still hoped, subconsciously, he'd dick you down like he did all those years ago. But that was a fantasy. Very vivid, real fantasy.
"Yes, sir," you let out, closing your eyes, tugging on your shirt so your fingers wouldn't accidentally slip in between your thighs. You didn't wanna make a scene. Even tho at some point, you knew you would.
You didn't catch James' hungry gaze when he heard those words slip from your mouth. At the back of his head, he reminiscent the amount of times it was him, slipping out of it.
It took you exactly 17 minutes before you got yourself out of Tony's car. You accidentally grinded yourself on his leather seats, causing you to accidentally moan, and of course, Barnes caught it. He'd never miss that sweet sound leaving your lips. At nights, he wished he'd made you sound like that, even louder. But that was ages ago, and you were over him. It was the only thing that made sense to him.
Five minutes into your romantic stroll to the target's office, the wetness in your panties got worse. You figured the more you moved, the less it hurt, but the pleasure doubled. And the Avengers training lessons didn't exactly cover how to act if you're orgasming every five seconds just because your thighs rubbed against each other.
Correction, you didn't actually cum. It was more of a frustrating edging that made you wanna rip out your hair. You were sure Barnes had already figured something was off or had at least suspected something. The suppressed moans and the tugging on your crotch weren't exactly subtle.
"Alright," he stopped walking, a few meters away from a huge building. It was surrounded by a deep forest, straight from a horror movie. "he was last seen inside. If Steve's correct, we should..." You kept nodding, not actually paying attention to what he was saying. It was the way his metal arm moved when he talked and the way his fingers curled while explaining the plan. You never got the answer to your question if he could feel through his amputated arm. He had to, you thought. You heard him groan every time someone pulled it too hard. You were embarrassed how much it roused you when you heard him whimper in pain, but it was also one of the things that circled your head when you were alone in your room.
You'd imagine, would it feel different. It would definitely be cold, rougher, you suspected faster. And with the serum running in his veins, he'd definitely last longer. That, you were one hundred percent sure, for it was Natasha's moans you heard for over two days after she and Steve finally hit it off. But Nat was also a super soldier. Bucky would probably tire you out by the 2nd round. But you were willing to risk it.
"If you're not gonna be listening to me, then you can turn around and go back." Was the first thing you heard after you forced yourself out of Bucky's hand around your throat fantasies. It probably wasn't the best idea, but seeing Bucky frustrated and annoyed by your incompetence made you feel things. And you wanted more.
"Whatever you want, Sergeant." You smirked, walking past him towards the building. His smell punched you in the face, making your walls clench around nothing. Fuck. Your self-control was harder to put in check. You were sure in a few minutes it'd be non-existent.
"Whatever is your problem today," you heard him behind you. You didn't look at him, focusing on keeping a steady pace towards the building so you could finish the job, get home where you could fuck yourself to oblivion. No one, but your fingers were currently available. And even they couldn't sometimes do the job you needed. But you knew whose would.
"I'm talking to you." Your heart dropped when his hand landed on your shoulder. Your skin got warmer again, and the pulse between your legs was impossible to ignore. You didn't know if you wanted to kill him or fuck him.
Ideally, both.
Turning around, you found the strength to twist his arm, finding out it was his human one, making it easier to push him back. He looked so taken back that it was amusing. But not amusing enough to stop the aching of your cunt.
"Touch me again," and I won't answer for the consequences. You wanted to add. But you didn't. Instead, you stared back at him, praying to god you'd drop dead or something would happen to stop the throbbing pain. You wanted to push your pants down and do something about it, but Bucky's presence wouldn't let you. It would, seventy years ago.
God, the number of times he made you rub yourself in front of him, fuck yourself while he watched. Couldn't he do it now? You'd happily obey.
"You've been acting distant ever since morning," he said, taking a step closer. "I just wanna know what's wrong," he said, lowering his voice at the end. You were sure it was just the stupid plant making you see things, but Bucky's dark eyes were hard to miss. Or the sweat on his forehead. Or the way he clenched his jaw when his eyes dropped to your lips.
Your heart sank. Holy fuck.
You couldn't help but laugh. It was, after all, comical. You looked manic but that didn't bother you. You felt so many emotions at once that you struggled to choose one.
"What the hell are you doing," you heard his voice interrupt your laugh. You were out of your mind. Your legs weak and sweaty, your cunt covered in your wetness, your head filled with migraine, skin on fire, and thoughts surrounding only one thing. And now, cherry on top, you realize Banner discovered an aphrodisiacs that make the super soldier serum its bitch. James motherfucking Barnes joined the lab rats of Banner's sex research.
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THE MASK- J.B BARNES
Pairing: Boyfriend! Bucky x Fem! Reader
Word Count: 1.5k
Request: you convince bucky that every few months, your skin starts to peel off during your period :)
Warnings: nothing much, just swearing, readers period mentioned, the rest is all super fluffy and sweet<33
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You drummed your fingers against the polished granite vanity, mindlessly gazing at yourself in the bathroom mirror. The drain from the soaker tub gurgled, the last remains of the warm water and lavender bubble bath trickling down the drain.
Bucky’s sweater hung heavy on you, the warm, fleece fabric draping down past your knees as you slid it on. Your skin felt like a baby’s bottom due to the lotion you had rubbed all over yourself, smelling of fresh linens.
It was the last day of your period, thank god- and all you could think to do to celebrate not dying was to reward yourself with a self-care day. It had been a stressful week, the hormones not helping any matters to your already stressful work life.
It had been a whirlwind of emotions, heavy flow, cramps so painful you thought they could be contractions, headaches… anything under the sun- you name it, you had it.
Bucky had been with you the whole way through, and you were beyond thankful for him and his thoughtfulness towards the matter. He had never complained, or found it gross. He just comforted you the best he could, and that was all you could ever ask for.
You thought of him now as the candle flickered in the corner, flames licking the air as you were deep in thought. You had done every self-care thing you could possibly think of, a warm bath, a candle, a good book, and some good skin care. You had even painted your nails earlier- which was saying a lot. You had never been able to make time for that.
The only thing you could think of was a face mask. You smiled, happy you had thought of such a brilliant idea. When was the last time you managed to do one? You couldn't even remember. Your skin would be very, very thankful- especially during this time of the month.
You crouched down, opening cupboards and drawers to try and find a mask. No luck. With a sigh, you grabbed your phone- background of Bucky and your kitty Alpine sleeping together on the couch peering up at you.
Dialing his number, you let it ring, though it was no longer than five seconds before you heard an answer.
“Hiya sugarplum. What can I do you for?” he asked cheerfully, and you couldn't stop the smile that blossomed across your face, and the way your toes curled in their fuzzy socks at the sound of his husky voice.
“Ohhh nothin much. Just wondering if you’re still downtown.”
“I’m meeting up with the guys in twenty minutes to grab the takeout and then we’re heading back. Did you need something honey?”
You heard a little thump from the bedroom, Alpine jumping down from his nest to trot over to you as you made your way to stretch out on the soft bed.
“Could you grab me a facemask from the drugstore? I’ll send you a picture of what it looks like.”
“Of course babe. And yes, please do because you know I’m no good with those things. Anything else?” There was a honk that sounded from his end, the sound of streetcars and bustles of people passing him by. You could bet a million dollars he was on Fifth, which was perfect since you knew there was a drugstore in that same area.
That made you feel less guilty about asking, even though he insisted that he enjoyed picking up little things for you. The dozens of flowers, stuffies and little things he had picked up on, like your favourite nail polish (when you did have the time to do them), your favourite sweets and goodies were stocked in your shared loft at all times to prove it.
“No that’s all baby. I’ll send you some money.”
“Oh hush your pretty lips. Mwah!” he kissed the phone, and before you could insist on anything, he hung up. You sighed, tossing your phone somewhere on the large bed, snuggling into a fuzzy warm blanket as Alpine joined for cuddles.
“We never can win with him can we angel? He’s so good to us.” you smiled, scratching under his chin as he purred loudly, claiming a spot beside your stomach to curl up in a ball.
“I guess we’ll just have to repay him with kisses when he gets home, won't we?”
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The night was in full swing- although that didn't mean much for tonight. It was relaxing and laid back, takeout boxes scattered on the kitchen counter, hockey game playing on the flatscreen.
Bucky had returned right as expected, not only with a face mask but with your favourite chocolate as well. You nibbled on it now as everyone sprawled out on the couch, Natasha and Wanda joining the pair of you with Sam and Steve.
You sat tangled with Bucky, slumped back against his chest, the slight tickle of the facial hair bringing you comfort as you snuggled closer to him. It was then you remembered the face mask, now sitting on your bathroom vanity. You wiggled out of his gentle embrace, through the tangles of blankets and long limbs of your friends to grab a piece of popcorn, popping it in your mouth.
“You guys wanna do a mask?” you asked the girls after the buttery goodness has been swallowed, the guys too focused on the game to notice you had even stood up.
They nodded, and the three of you made your way through the hallway with Alpine on your heels back out to the bathroom. “Ooo a peel one? I haven’t done one of these in forever.” Wanda smiled, holding the bottle in the faint golden light as she read the directions.
“Me either. That's why I asked Bucko to grab me one.” You hopped up on the counter beside the sink, letting your feet dangle and kick against the wooden drawers as Nat held your hands out, examining your nails in the light.
“He’s such a sweetheart to you. I want him next.” Natasha sighed, and you kicked her thighs gently as she laughed.
“There will be no next dummy duck. Plus, Steve has been eying you up all night. For weeks now, actually. It’s making me want to vomit.”
“Like you and Bucky don’t do that all the time. It’s like you have a bullseye on your ass. And tits. And face. That man’s seriously in love, ya know.”
You watched as Wanada smeared the clear, jelly like on her face, and you did the same. It was cool to the touch, smelling faintly of citrus, and you relaxed as the mask started to harden on your face.
“Should I peel mine off in front of the guys to freak em out?” You giggled, knowing the look on Bucky's face would be priceless. You couldn’t want to go out and show him. The girls fought to keep a straight face as the timer went off, and the three of you walked out to the main room.
It was dim enough they wouldn't be able to see the edges of the mask, and the fact it was clear helped your case even more. You sat next to Bucky, acting as nothing had changed.
“So what's the plan for tomorrow?” you asked nonchalantly, starting to slowly peel the mask from your skin. It felt like snakes skin between your fingers as you felt it slightly tugging on your pores.
“Oh, I was just thinking we could sleep in or- WHAT THE FUCK?!” Bucky gasped, frozen and place as he watched you remove the mask. Steve and Sam sat up, startled at his sudden outburst, watching you with alarm
“What? Didn’t you know that women shed their skin during the last day of their period?” you asked casually, holding back a giggle as you saw Natasha and Wanda with their hands clamped over their mouths, fighting the fit of laughter at the guys reaction.
“No?! This actually happens?” he asked, mouth agape as the “skin” sat in your palm, flaking and dried at the edges.
“Well duh.” you shrugged and you watched as his eyes flickered over to Sam’s as to say what the fuck. “Oh so you’d love me if I were a worm, but you don’t love me now that I shed skin? Thanks baby.” you remarked, tone slightly agitated despite wanting to shake him silly.
“No, no it’s not that-”
“Oh you dumbass it’s a mask! Did you really think I was a snake?” you exclaimed, swatting his arm playfully. Natasha and Wanda couldn't hold back any longer, their laughter following yours as the guys calmed down.
“Well how was I supposed to know it's a mask? It looks clear!” he guessed, making you laugh even harder. “You guys are lucky you’re cute. Cause there's nothing up there.” Wanada joked, tapping her temple.
“You guys are mean. Really fuckin mean.” Sam sighed, head slouching back against the cushions while the three of you disposed of the masks.
“You love us.” you smiled, kissing the top of his head before you swung your body over the back of the couch- back into the safety of Bucky's arms.
“I love you the most though. My beautiful little snake.” he cooed, to which you rolled your eyes.
“Only yours babe.”
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navybrat817 · 11 months
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Two Sides of the Same Coin
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, The Winter Soldier x Female Reader Summary: A night of passion awakens something beneath the surface of the man you love. Word Count: Over 2k Warnings: E/xplicit s/exual content, d/ubcon, c/hoking, p/ossessive behavior, possible soft!dark vibes if you squint, pet name, Bucky Barnes and the Winter Soldier (they're warnings, okay?). Graphic talent and thanks: Banner - @sgt-seabass, Divider - @firefly-graphics, Moodboard - yours truly A/N: This wouldn't leave my head until I wrote it down. We'll call this AU Torn in Two.❤️ Thanks to @rookthorne and @sgt-seabass for spitballing. Beta read by the wonderful @whisperlullaby ​, but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
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You had dated Bucky Barnes for over a year before he asked you to move in with him. It was a big step for him as he valued his privacy and security. He also wanted to make sure you were safe in case he had any nightmares. That was a couple of months ago and you couldn't remember the last time you were this happy. Falling asleep and waking up beside him was a dream come true. And since you moved in, he hadn't slept on the floor to your knowledge.
Not once.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“So are you, Bucky,” you whispered.
You traced a bit of scar tissue by his left shoulder as you gazed up at him before you brushed the hair from his eyes. He wasn't afraid for you to see his scars. At least, not anymore. In your eyes, as much as they were painful reminders of what happened to him, they were beautiful because they were his. You loved the parts of him he dared not love himself.
There’s beauty in the bleeding and you’d happily cleanse his wounds.
“Please,” you whined as his hands grazed along your bare chest. The contrast of the flesh and metal had you shivering as they moved lower and you lifted your hips, as if that would get him inside you faster. Glancing at his thick and heavy cock, you knew he wouldn’t be able to resist the need for you much longer either.
“Please, what?” he asked as he shifted forward, guiding himself to your wet entrance.
You whimpered when he pushed the tip in and froze. He undressed and teased you hours ago and you were more than pent up. In the beginning, he was almost afraid to touch you, let alone have sex with you. He told you he didn’t want to lose control. Some days, you almost wished he did. Not to hurt you, but to show that he had nothing to worry about. That you could take all of him. Every single part.
“Please, make love to me. Fuck me. Choke me. Whatever you need,” you answered unashamedly before he captured your lips in a heated kiss.
You let him explore your mouth as he buried himself to the hilt, whining when he froze again. You clutched his hair with one hand as you kissed him back in earnest, determined to let him know that he could move. Whether he was savoring the feeling of being inside you or attempting to make you go pliant under his lips and touch, you were eager for him to thrust deep and take.
You weren’t going to break.
“Please,” you whispered again as he pulled away, your gaze as steady as his.
“You really want me to fuck you?” he asked as he began to move, making you gasp at the slow pace he set. “Choke you?”
You bit your lip when he pulled out and slid back in. The uncertainty in his eyes rendered you speechless because you didn’t want to push him to do anything he was uncomfortable with. Choking wasn’t on his firm “no” list, but you still hadn’t tried it. Boundaries, safe words, communication, those things were important.
“You don’t have to,” you assured him as he rested his left hand on your neck. Just the weight of the metal against your skin had you clenching around him, your cunt telling him everything he needed to know. “But I can take it if you want to.”
“You can take it?” he asked, pleasure swirling in your stomach as he drove into you faster. He didn’t squeeze yet, but your heart pounded in anticipation. “You trust me?”
You trusted him with your life. You had since the moment you met, even when he said you had no reason to. The man wasn’t a villain in your eyes and never would be. Your unwavering faith in him brought the two of you closer together. And his care helped keep you by his side.
“I can take you,” you smiled when your hand went over his, hoping to give him the encouragement to try when you gave it two taps. “I trust you.”
"Trust that I won't hurt you?" he pressed, like he needed the extra assurance.
"You would never hurt me."
You writhed underneath him the second his fingers tightened around your throat. A ghost of a smile touched his handsome face before his hand squeezed a little bit more. You raised your hips with a wicked grin when you raked your nails down his right arm. The guttural moan he let out almost made you do it again before he took your hand and slammed it above your head.
He was no longer smiling.
“I’m sorry,” you said immediately, thinking you hurt or upset him. Because there was no playful smirk on his face like he had the few times he pinned you down. The last thing you wanted to do was inflict more pain. After everything he had been through, he didn't deserve more.
Especially not from you.
But he didn’t slow his hips, the drag of his cock along your walls making you moan despite your worry. His thrusts became almost mechanical, the harsh sound of slapping skin filling the room as he gripped your neck a bit more. It was different from the way he normally took you, like his mission was to ruin you.
It felt good.
“A little tight,” you tried to tease, but he didn’t speak.
It was then that you noticed a shift in his blue eyes. It was almost as if they had gone blank. Was something wrong? Was he even seeing you?
“Bucky?” you gasped, your heart pounding at his cold expression when he practically snarled. Why would the sound of his own name upset him? You could’ve tapped his hand three times to give him the signal to stop, but your finger refused to move as a thought entered your mind. No. It couldn’t be. “…Soldat?”
He answered with a punctuating thrust. Your mouth fell open and tried to process what exactly was happening. No way would Bucky joke about that, but it wasn’t possible. "B-But. You're gone,” you said. The programming and conditioning were eliminated in Wakanda.
He brought his face an inch from yours, close enough to feel his hot breath at his words. “I never left.”
You couldn’t speak because of how brutal the next thrust was, punching the little air you had left out of your lungs. Your toes curled as the mattress rocked underneath you, one hand still pinned above your head. The Winter Soldier had his cock in you. It was him.
How was that even possible?
Maybe this was the reason Bucky tried to be so careful, but was he even aware? Where did he go? You lifted your finger to tap his hand, but your pussy clamped harder around him and spurred him on.
“Been waiting for this,” he grunted, bringing his mouth to your ear. "He can’t fuck you the way you need, but I can."
You should’ve been terrified, but this was still the man you loved, right? Bucky had to be in there somewhere. You swore you’d trust and accept every part of him. But you couldn’t even think straight at the moment.
Because it felt so fucking good.
“Can feel how desperate you are for me,” he said as tears sprang to your eyes. “Keep sucking my cock back in. Knew I’d fuck you better.”
You wanted to yell that he was wrong, but all you did was moan. After all, weren’t you the one who asked him to lose control? Promised that you could take everything he could give you?
God, was this your fault?
”He’s scared. Scared of me,” he told you, nipping your earlobe before he snapped his hips. You couldn’t even feel the sting. “But he can’t stop me from taking what’s ours, angelochek."
He pulled back to stare at you with those cold eyes and you were helpless to do anything but lay there beneath him. How many people saw that look before they died? Would he kill you?
Bucky loves you, but what about the Soldat?
You trembled, barely registering the squelching sound of your cunt as he drove faster into your willing body. You didn’t stop him, unsure if you even wanted to. Desire, apparently, didn’t need oxygen.
Air.
You couldn’t breathe.
"I-I can't," you gasped as colors swirled in front of your eyes.
He growled, burying himself to the hilt again and again. "You breathe when you come."
If you closed your eyes, you could imagine it was your Bucky fucking you within an inch of your life. But you didn’t allow them to slip shut. You did, however, allow yourself to slip away. You were close.
To your last breath or a powerful orgasm.
”You have to earn it. It’s all about reward. Pain brings life,” he said, his voice gravel when the knot tightened in your core. “I can give you that."
I love you, Bucky.
Just before you thought you’d pass out, the deep voice of the Winter Soldier said a word in Russian. The coil within you snapped and your body shuddered from your release. Your wetness seeped around his cock as his metal hand fell away, allowing you to greedily inhale as the blood rushed back to your head. Your lungs burned and you almost couldn’t feel the rest of your body from how lightheaded you were.
But you felt everything when he came inside you with a groan.
You nearly sobbed with relief when he collapsed on top of you and let go of your wrist, your body spent as you finally let your eyes close. The kaleidoscope of colors were still there as you panted and tried to block out the roaring sound in your ears. It stopped when you felt the familiar scruff softly nuzzle your neck to soothe your shaking body.
The way Bucky always did when you came back to yourself.
"Shh."
The metal hand along your side brought warmth back to you when you thought you went cold. Touch was important to you after sex to both of you, but you didn't know who he was right now. You craved the comfort nonetheless because it was him at his core.
The man you swore you'd stand by no matter what.
“Told you you’d breathe when you come and you did for me," he said, a touch of triumph in his eyes when he lifted his head. "You think you’re his, but you belong to me, too."
Another tremor ripped through your body. The Winter Soldier was still there after all. And he was right. It wasn’t one of your regular orgasms either. It was like an out of body experience. How did he do that? Did Bucky feel it, too? Did he fight to get out of his own mind to get back to you?
You weren't sure how to even approach the inevitable conversation of what happened and where to go from here.
“Where?” you coughed a little as your eyes opened slightly. “Where is he?”
“You’re a very deep sleeper, angelochek. Makes it easy to visit you,” he said, ignoring your question as he peppered kisses along your throat. His words made your blood run cold. “Because he sees you in the light while I see you in the dark.”
Your eyes felt heavy again before he reached for the water on the nightstand and made you drink. "W-What?" you asked.
What the hell did that mean?
Did the Soldat take over Bucky’s body around you before? No, surely you would’ve remembered. But he said you were a deep sleeper, which is true. How many times has he visited you and you not know about it?
Better yet, what exactly did he do while you were sleeping?
"You told him you'd love every part of him. That means you love me, too,” he reminded you, his lips brushing against yours as you allowed exhaustion to take over. “So rest while you can because we're just getting started."
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How is Bucky going to react? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
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graceloveswolves · 1 year
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Dating Bucky Barnes Would Include….
- him noticing you before you noticed him
- he would probably ask Steve about you first in what he thinks in a quiet manner
- Steve sniffing the bs and pulling some strings to make sure you are around him a lot more then usual
- Steve also pretending he needs your help with something and introducing you to Bucky
- Bucky definitely goes to bed thinking about you when he’s not with you
- Smiling to himself whenever he recalls a conversation you two had, even if it was something as simple as how cold the room was or a movie you saw recently
- him just happy to be near you, taking any chance to be by your side when it comes
- he’s quite overprotective but he tries not to show it
- whenever Steve or Sam point it out he will deny it and find some justification regarding your safety
- he also gets a little jealous, but mostly keeps it to himself.
- the king of respect & consent
- totally old school
- will buy you flowers “just because”
- opening any doors around you even with only one arm
- sweet compliments 24/7
- he will force you to dance with him in the kitchen at random hours of the day
- trying to get him to adjust to the new world
- and new music
- he LOVES watching movies with you
- it’s a routine you have, every night a new movie
- you guys also go to your favorite restaurant at least once a week
- pretty much being together more often then not
- Bucky not taking a mission if you guys had plans beforehand, you come first
- Bucky being your ride or die, he’s a very loyal person and wouldn’t put anyone or anything above you
- he will get in a fight if anyone messes with you
- or threatens you
- or talks shit behind your back
- he’s also your unofficial protector
- he will protect you from things you didn’t even know you needed protecting from
- also, gifting you a kitty on your anniversary
- he wanted to give you something meaningful and he knew how much you loved Alpine and it was a good start at a little family
- he would make sure you both were ready for another kitty though
- sometimes you guys would have sleepless nights, when he wakes up from a nightmare and you guys binge watch a TV show or movie series
- you end up tapping out first of course and falling asleep on his chest to the background noise of the tv
- Bucky refuses to fight with you
- he’s a very understanding person, so it’s very very rare for you guys to argue or fight seriously over something bigger then where to eat, or who forgot to take out the trash
- he is low key a simp and would soon apologize for whatever it was that made you upset and would just want to be done fighting
- he doesn’t like it when you’re mad at him especially after Steve leaving him you are all he has
- aside from Sam & Alpine of course
(IDC ALPINE SHOULDVE MADE THE MOVIES FIGHT ME ON IT 😁)
- Having to reassure him from time to time that he isn’t a bad guy and never was
- but sometimes all you can do is just hug him
- he has his good days and bad days though
- he can actually be pretty playful when it’s just you two
- him totally using his arm to his advantage when tickling you/play fighting
- one time you grabbed his metal wrist and wrapped your legs around him arm as an attempt to get him to stop tickling you
- he just lifted his entire arm up and watched you dangle in the air
- and then proceeded to tickle you with you with his free hand
- his arm hanging over the couch of course so when you fall you’ll be safe
- you make him love his arm more and feel better about it
- showers together, pretty much 100% of the time
- he can be very domestic, but if we are being honest he can’t cook
- but he makes up for it by doing other things or ordering food instead if you don’t feel like cooking
- he’s very gentle and attentive
- Bucky notices the little things and sometimes beats you to it, like a little task you needed to do or grabbing something like your purse or wallet for you
- total husband material
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urdepressedslut · 8 months
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hi i love your writing! <3 i’m obsessed with your bucky fics and was wondering if you’d ever consider writing a beauty and the beast bucky au? no worries if not! thank you for sharing your writing with us <3
beauty and the beast was one of my fav movies growing up, and i love the whole idea of this! i wanted to add my own twists while still trying to follow the original idea 💗 I’ve never tried something like this before but I hope you like it!
Beauty and the Bucky
♡ Pairing: Beast!Bucky Barnes x Beauty!Fem!Reader
♡ Summary: In search of your missing Father, you discover a castle far into the untouched forest. After knocking and no answer, you find the doors unlocked and venture inside. But beware— it might not be your Father you find inside.
♡ Warnings: angst, language, imprisonment, violence, wolf attack, animal fights, injuries, blood, Stockholm syndrome?
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Beauty and the Beast AU
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The frigid air bit at your cheeks, the wind cutting into your skin like icicles impaling your skin. It was a struggle to continue trudging through the forest, as it seemed there was no end to the continuous trees. Your Father burned at the front of your brain, the only thing keeping you going. The familiar burst of adrenaline flooded back through your veins, the same feeling when you had witnessed your Father's horse return home without him riding a top.
You hadn't experienced your heart drop more than the moment you saw his horse galloping back frantically. It didn't take long until you were off on your own horse, sprinting with an intense urgency to find your Father.
You patted your horse, soothing him when he had tensed up from a random branch snapping in the distance.
"Shh... It's okay Fury. I'm sure it was nothing." You assured him, trying hard to convince him— as well as yourself.
It was after another agonizing hour in the cold when you had found a castle— an old abandoned one it seemed. As it would usually be a haunting sight, especially in the middle of the forest. You welcomed the idea of shelter, considering you couldn't feel your fingertips— your gloves doing a poor job at keeping your hands warm.
"C'mon Fury, maybe it will be warmer inside." You told him hopefully.
Another part of you hoped that your Father had stopped here to rest, and maybe he'd be inside. But maybe that was only you wishing that were the case.
You held on tight to Fury as he raced through the remaining woods, in a hurry to the castle. You whizzed past all the dead, frozen plants— skidding to a stop at the entrance. In the back of your mind, you imagined what beautiful garden the front landscape would be in warmer conditions. You could imagine the vibrant variety of flowers sprouting just about anywhere. For now it looked ghostly, not a snowflake moving in sight.
Sliding off of Fury, you guided him towards the massive double door entrance. It was intimidating, the pure steel doors looking powerful as they stopped strangers like yourself from entering.
Your teeth chattered as you hesitated pushing the door open. The sensible side of you being annoying and forcing you to raise your hand to knock. The rattling of your knuckles against the steel had your hand throbbing dully. You waited as patiently as you could for an answer— allowing whoever could be inside time to come to the door. You knocked again, harder this time— ignoring the pain in your knuckles this time. After minutes of no answer, only the sound of the howling wind— you didn't hesitate this time to open the door.
You were shocked to find the door opening easily. You gave the heavy door a hard shove, staying rooted in your spot as you watched the steel swing all the way open. You couldn't help but feel bad entering if someone did live here. One— it was creepy if there was someone lurking around. Two— even if you were alone, it was still creepy.
Swallowing the guilt, you focused on the priority. Finding your Father. Just like before, your body filled with panic— worry running through your body as your thoughts wandered to your Father.
God, I hope he's okay. You thought.
You took a step into the doorway, waiting a second for something to happen. When no chaos came, you stepped further into the castle.
"Father! Father it's (Y/n)! If you're here please say something!" You yelled out into the castle, listening to your voice echo through all the hallways— sounding in every single room in the castle.
If someone were here and they hadn't known you were here— they sure do now.
After several minutes of only the creaks of the castle, you were disappointed— hoping that you'd hear your Father's voice shout out to you. He wouldn't last if he was stuck in the cold, lost on foot in the dense woods. Your nose burned, tears building up at the thought of your Father being freezing and alone.
The castle was a bit drafty, the frigid leaking through the walls somehow— but it was much more bearable in here. You just needed a moment to let yourself thaw, gain feeling in your fingertips before you headed out.
"(Y/n)!"
You heard the faintest shout in the distance, and for a second you swore it was your imagination. Had you heard your name?
You waited several moments in silence, your heart beating violently in your chest— waiting for the shout to repeat. You hoped.
"(Y/n)..." The shout sounded again, the voice sounding more familiar.
"Father! Where are you?" You yelled out through the castle, listening to your Father repetitively shout.
You followed his voice, weaving through the dark castle in a haste to find your Father. You climbed almost hundreds of stairs, making it up through a narrow tower to a jail looking place. Stone walls with wooden doors.
"Father?" You asked out into the darkness.
It was hard to see where you were going, but managed to find a single lit torch on the wall— it was like someone had put it there for you. Strange.
"(Y/n)?" Your Father sounded from behind one of the wooden doors, his hands reaching out through the little barred window.
You let out of breath of relief, but immediately panicked— he was trapped here.
"Father! Oh my— Are you okay?" You asked him frantically, skidding to the floor as you grabbed his hand tightly.
Your body broke out in chills as you felt his ice cold hand, his skin almost the same temperature as the stone surrounding us both.
"Father... your hand— it's ice cold." You pointed out, cupping his hand with both of yours, huffing into his hand— in attempt to warm his skin.
"(Y/n), don't worry about me—" He broke out into a sickly cough, "I'll be fine... you need to get outta here! It's not safe!"
Your eyes widened, taking in his face through the little cell door, the light from the torch allowing you to see just how sick he looked. He was old and frail and wouldn't survive much longer. He was also all you had left— you couldn't be without him.
"I'm not just gonna leave you! You'll die!" You cried, tears rolling down your frost bitten cheeks.
He went into another cough attack, holding onto your hand desperately— as if he wanted to remember your touch, like it was the last time he'd ever feel it.
"I love you dear, you're my whole world..." He whispered, raising his shaking hand to cup your cheek, you leaned into his palm— wetting his skin with your tears. "But you need to go. I'm old— I've lived my life. It will be okay."
You shook your head, holding onto his arm desperately. His words only spurred on more tears.
"Don't talk like that— I'm going to get you outta h—" You were interrupted by a loud slam of the door.
Your veins filled with ice and it wasn't from the cold— it was from fear. The sound of thundering footsteps climbing to stairs had your heart in your throat.
"Get back. Stay quiet Father." You whispered frantically, scooting away from the cell door to hide.
The footsteps grew louder and louder, your breaths getting thinner as the thundering echoed louder within the stoned space.
Cowering in your spot, you listened as the footsteps stopped— like they were listening out for you. You could make out their shadow from the torch, their bulky frame as they stood there— waiting for a single sound to alert them of your presence. You watched the shadow glanced around, until they started to leave. You weren't even sure you were breathing by now— trying to keep so silent.
As the shadow creeped away, you slowly and quietly let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. You relaxed against the stone wall and peaked around the corner— needing to make sure your Father was okay.
As you turned into the beam of light from the torch, you weren't expecting to look straight into the eyes of a man.
You screamed, falling backwards until the man shot his hand out— grabbing you by the collar of your coat and throwing you towards the cell door. You landed hard onto the stone, your hands and knees aching from the fall.
"(Y/n)! No— run!" Your Father shouted hoarsely, hands gripping the bars.
You glanced to the stairs, and despite your overwhelming fear at the sight of this man stalking towards you— you stood your ground. Standing in front of your Father's door protectively, you huffed your chest in false confidence. You were terrified— but you wouldn't let it show.
"(Y/n) what are you doing?" Your Father asked worried, feeling helpless stuck behind this door— unable to help his own daughter.
The man stepped forward with booming steps, and you could see the snarl he had on his lips. The way his eyes were almost red with anger, his hands were balled into fists. That was when you noticed one of his arms was robotic looking, the metal stained a dark crimson. The sight made you shiver with fear, knowing your blood would soon be added to the metals collection.
"What are you doing here?" The deep voice questioned, and you had to hold in the gasp that threatened to leave your lips at the intimidating sound.
You took a deep breath, still holding your ground— but the closer he approached the more you felt yourself shrink back in fear.
"Who are you?" You breathed out, noticing just how large this man was— his clothes were torn. Muscles peaking through the gaps in his clothes.
He walked closer until he was at a close distance, not enough to be touching you— but enough to be towering over you. That's when he stopped and just glared down at you, tilting his head with dark eyes.
"I'm the master of this castle." He replied lowly, the sound barely making to your ears.
So someone did live here.
You ignored your wrongful place of coming into this man's home— but he held your Father captive. He was sick and needed help— this was personal and you were going to fight to get him out.
You swallowed nervously, taking a cautious step back— one that he had noticed. His eyes darkened at your retreating form.
"I- I've come for my Father. I don't mean any trouble! Please let him out— can't you see he's sick?" You pleaded with him, trying to keep your voice strong— but your emotions leaked into your words.
"He shouldn't have trespassed here!" He boomed, making you flinch back from the loudness.
You felt tears building in your eyes again, and wished them away as you didn't want to seem weak in front of this man— knowing he'd use your weakness against you.
"He'll die! Please!" You asked him again, a feeling buried deep in your gut knowing both of you weren't making it out of here. "I'll do anything!"
Your offer had the man silent for a second, before he turned away— clearly lost in thought of what to do with you.
"There's nothing you can do. He trespassed— he's my prisoner." The man explained, running his metal hand through his hair.
You watched the torch light bounce off his arm, the flash of light passing through your eyes and it was only then you came up with an idea. One that your Father wouldn't be happy about— but he was sick and needed help. You really would do anything for him, you loved him.
"What if... what if you take me instead?" You asked nervously.
The man stopped his slight pacing, turning towards you with a dark unreadable expression. He looked you up and down like he had never seen such a soul in his life.
"You would take his place?" He asked wearily.
You lowered your eyes to the floor, trying to hide the tears that were now rolling down your cheeks. You knew they'd be glistening from the torch's light.
"If I did, would you let my Father go?" You asked, making sure your Father would be protected.
The man responded quick without hesitation, clearly interested in your strength— your bravery to stay here instead of your Father.
"Yes." He told you, and you let out a breath of relief. "On one condition— you must promise to stay here forever."
His words had you freezing up for a moment. You'd be sacrificing your life for your Father— which wasn't the issue. You'd do it any day for him. It was the fact you'd never see him again. The realization had your heart cracking, pieces scattered amongst your rib cage.
The man watched your face fall, the light slowly vanish from your eyes.
"(Y/n)— I can't let you do this!" Your Father pleaded with you before he broke out into another coughing fit, this time his hand covered in his blood. There was no time.
"You have my word." You finally said to him.
"Done!" The man boomed, pushing you to the side and opening the door to your Father cell.
You fell to the floor, covering your face with your hands as you sobbed quietly. In the background, you could make out two pairs of feet shuffling towards you, and thats when you lifted your head. Your eyes meeting with your Father's concerned ones. You wasted no time and threw yourself into his arms, the way his whole body was as cold as ice. You squeezed him tight— forcing yourself to remember his comforting scent of pine and the wood shop back home.
"(Y/n) please don't do this! You deserve to live a life— not be stuck here!" He tried to change your mind, but this was all for him.
You weren't going to change your mind if your Father's life depended on it. Your Father let out a cry, knowing his daughter was stubborn— selfless. He knew there was no changing your mind— he just wished he could.
The man grabbed your father by his coat, dragging him to the stairs. You let go of him as you didn't want to struggle and put your Father in danger.
"I love you Father— please don't forget about me!" You cried, reaching your hands out to him.
You listened as their footsteps retreated, and soon you could only hear the muffled sound of a horse carriage riding away. You stared blankly at the stone floor, trying to wake up from this nightmare— this couldn’t be real, no.
The man traveled back up the steps, stopping just enough where he could see your crumpled form. You hadn’t noticed his presence, and that was his chance to really get a good look at you.
You obviously were defeated, body sagging in sorrow that your Father was gone. But he could see your chest rising and falling quickly— either from anger or panic. He wish things didn’t have to be like this, but he had no choice in the matter. Plus— maybe you could finally help break the curse. The curse that had him transforming into a monster— The Winter Soldier.
Your soft cries brought him back to the moment, and he couldn’t ignore the way his heart twinged at the sad sound. He had no right to be upset— this was his doing. He knew that.
He finally stepped further into the space, making his steps known. You quieted down immediately and tried to wipe your face of the tears.
“Your Father is gone. It’s just you and me here.” He stated, keeping his voice emotionless.
You sniffled and weakly nodded your head, keeping your eyes pointed downwards. You hated this man— you fucking hated him.
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It had been half a day, and in that time the man who’s name you found out was Bucky— allowed you to wander around the castle. But it was a strict rule that you didn’t go outside. Only viewing the outside world through the stained glass windows. He also prohibited you from going into his section of the castle.
Another strict rule was that he was not to be bothered after midnight. He said it would be dangerous for me to interact with him during that time— and if that didn’t sound terrifying, I don’t know what did. You agreed quickly not to disturb him— seeing as you were already afraid of this man. He was only adding onto the list why.
You noticed quickly that this man kept to himself, rarely visiting you— or seeking you out. You wondered if you could try to escape. It had been burning at the front of your mind since he sent your Father away.
You waited until he came and said goodnight— that’s when you started planning your escape.
Bucky announced that he was heading to his quarters, and you played your role with expertise, faking a loud yawn as you melted into the flimsy mattress. He shook his head, knowing deep down you were up to something.
You waited about two hours before you started wandering the castle. The castle doors were easy to find, but you knew you’d be in trouble. Outside it was still deathly cold. You didn’t know where Fury was— that thought had your heart aching. You hoped he was okay. He was such a loyal horse, helping you through the toughest times. Other than your Father— you had Fury.
You either took your chances outside in the cold— or stayed a prisoner here forever.
You knew you’d rather die trying than stay still— besides, your Father needed you. He was sick, and the fact that you didn’t know if he had gotten help— was killing you. You needed to see him well for your own eyes.
You had grabbed your coat, along with your still slightly damp boots. Before you could go through with your plan, you heard a thud coming from up the stairs. The section of the castle that you were not to go in. Of course— your curiosity won. This castle was so intricate and you wouldn’t be satisfied if you hadn’t seen every corner of it. You knew it was dumb, but you could investigate as a ghost.
The further you walked down the hall, you realized you couldn’t hear the thuds anymore. It was eerily silent— the cold wind seeping through the tiny cracks in the stone.
Suddenly a bright pink light flashed from the end of the hallway, almost beckoning you to come closer.
Peeking through the cracked door, you saw the room empty. Everything was dull, lifeless— torn to shreds besides one thing.
Your eyes widened— never having seen such beauty. It was pulling you into a trance, and you didn’t want to look away.
There was a tall stone table, on top a caged rose in glass. It was glowing pink, the glass almost keeping some kind of magic trapped inside. You raised your hand slowly, tapping the glass for a reaction. After none, you lifted the glass cage, the rose now exposed fully. The pink seemed to glow brighter now that it was freed from the glass.
We’re the same. You thought about the rose.
Your eyes drifted down the stem of the rose, taking notice of all the withered up petals that had fallen from the flower. It was beautiful— but pulled at your heart for some reason.
The slightest noise from the rose had you snapping your attention on it— watching a petal shake before detaching and floating to the bottom. Another withered petal to add to the graveyard.
You were so focused on the rose, you didn’t notice the presence in the room with you. Suddenly the glass cage was ripped from your hands, slammed back over the rose.
You yelped and jumped back, watching Bucky hug the glass cage in a protective stance— watching him turn to you. His eyes were almost red with anger, and you swallowed out of nervousness.
“I thought I told you to stay out of this section.” He pointed out, his voice low— laced with venom.
You started backing away slowly, knowing it was your fault for angering him. You were the one who didn’t listen.
“I’m sorry… I just wanted to see—”
“You’re sorry? But you are standing in the section I remember telling you not to be in.” He scolded you, his voice raising.
He released the glass cage now, stalking towards you with a snarl. His metal armed whirred with anger and you were suddenly fearing for your life.
“I’m sorry I didn’t listen— I’ll leave—”
“It’s too late! You shouldn’t of come here!” He growled, kicking away some scattered pieces of furniture— further destroying them.
He stalked further towards you, and every step he took closer to you was another step back you took. His fists were shaking with rage, and suddenly you felt the stone wall at your back. Stopping you from retreating any further.
“I didn’t mean any harm please—”
“GET OUT!” He shouted as he swung and punched through the stone next to your head.
With a scream you flinched away from the punch, the noise deafening in your ears. The rubble dusted your face as your whole body shook with fright. You felt brave and glared at the man who was too close for comfort, his warm breath fanning your face. You didn’t have time to think before your hand came up and slapped him hard across the cheek.
The man stumbled back, not from the strength— because he was much stronger than you. No… he was shocked. Like your hit had snapped him out of a trance.
He could suddenly see the fear in your eyes, the unshed tears that had gathered in your lash line starting trickle down your skin.
Before he could attempt to speak, you took off out of the room. Sprinting as fast as your little legs could manage, not stopping until you were bursting through the main castle doors.
A horse screeched to your left and you felt relief fill your body as Fury came galloping over.
“Fury! Oh— I’m so happy to see you boy!” You hugged him around the neck, quickly climbing on top of him. “Let’s get outta here!”
You took off with Fury, weaving through the snowy forest— the castle long gone behind you. You could almost feel yourself growing excited that you had escaped, ready to be reunited with your Father. But you spoke too soon.
A pack of wolves howling had Fury scared, slowing his sprint to a cautious gallop. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand from the threat of wolves.
You spotted one in the middle of the path, causing Fury to stop. You attempted to pet his neck, trying to comfort him— but as you started to see more wolves approaching, surrounding. You knew this wasn’t good.
You didn’t know why, but you couldn’t let Fury get hurt. You wanted to see your Father, but you needed to save Fury first. Suddenly you were sliding off the horse, giving him a smack on the rear— causing Fury to screech and run off. Jumping clear over the wolf, they watched him run away— leaving you in the middle of the pack.
It was a stupid act, because there was no way you were surviving this. It was almost fourteen wolves against one.
One suddenly lunged, biting your coat hood and beginning to drag you away— the others snarling and nipping at your feet.
With a scream for help— to no one, you struggled. Kicking a couple wolves snouts in the process.
Before you could panic any further, you saw a flash of silver and suddenly you saw Bucky fighting off the wolves. Punching them and throwing them away, clearing all the ones off you first. He grabbed the wolf dragging you and threw it further into the woods. You watched in fear and amazement as he fought off all the wolves. The victory was short lived as the wolves started piling up, too many for Bucky to handle. At last, Bucky did a dangerous spin, throwing majority of the wolves off, only one attached to him now.
You stood up and turned to run, not thinking twice about leaving him. But then you heard Bucky cry out— turning you saw the last wolf biting down on his flesh arm drawing blood. Bucky flung the wolf off him, and with a shout— all the wolves scampered away. Leaving Bucky to attempt to catch his breath in the middle of the now crimson covered snow. It was horrifically beautiful.
You watched him sag into the snow, falling to his knees before he glanced up to you. His eyes shining with shame.
Your breath got caught in your throat at the look and found yourself unable to move. He let his eyes roll back into his head before sinking into the snow.
You pulled your coat tighter around you and tried to leave again— him not being your problem anymore. He had imprisoned your Father, and you. He didn’t deserve an act of kindness.
He saved you.
The tiny voice in the back of your mind had you stopping in your tracks again— forcing you to look back at his body buried in the snow. Watching the red liquid leak from his arm, dirtying the white blanket.
You heard galloping approaching and turned to see Fury headed towards you, eyes shining with relief.
“Fury… you shouldn’t of come back. It’s too dangerous.” You spoke to the horse, before looking back at the man.
Fury bumped your back with his nose playfully, and you could almost hear the thoughts coming from the horses head.
“I don’t know why but… we have to save him. He saved me and I don’t know why.” You confessed to Fury, walking up the Bucky. “Ready boy? Let’s get him back.”
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Bucky felt his limbs thawing, the warmth consuming his body rather than the ice that used to surround him. He found himself swimming in the haze with confusion. The last thing he remembered was fighting off the wolves— saving you. He just couldn’t live with himself that he had scared you, your sweet angelic voice that he had scared away. Moments after you had left he wanted to seek you out, not to drag you back to this castle— but to apologize. He didn’t ask for this life, he was miserable and was just shocked to have found someone so… you.
He let out a moan of discomfort, sitting up in his bed.
Wait… bed?
“How are you feeling?” Your voice asked politely from the fireplace.
That’s where he could see you squeezing out extra water from a cloth, letting the liquid drip into a porcelain bowl.
He wasn’t sure how to react— his instinct was the scream and freak out. He wanted to be angry but found he couldn’t. Besides, he was weak from the fight.
“Fine.” He answered quickly, averting your gaze.
You walked closer to him and you didn’t miss the way he flinched back like he would burn you with his touch. It was more for your sake than his.
“Can I see your arm— don’t want it to get infected.” You asked him, holding out your hand to grab his arm.
He slowly dropped his arm into your hand, watching you focus and dab the area around the wound— avoiding the red angry cuts.
You let the cloth dip into the sensitive area, making him hiss— his face angered.
“Ouch.” He mumbled monotonously, and you had to hide the giggle that wanted to come up.
“Just hold still… almost done.” You assured him, being careful not to hurt him anymore.
He watched with shameful eyes as you cared for him, and he knew he didn’t deserve this at all. But he had gotten lost in your gentle touches, the way he had never been cared for like this. He almost craved it.
“Why… why did you save me? Why didn’t you just run away?” He asked, genuinely curious.
You dropped the cloth back into the bowl, wrapping his arm with some gauze you found lying around. You chewed on your lip, deep in thought.
“You saved me… I couldn’t just leave you to die. Yes— you scared me… but no one deserves to die alone in the cold. Not even you.” You told him, watching his eyes morph into shock.
“You should hate me.” He mumbled, and you had heard.
You finished wrapping his arm and leaned back on your feet, studying his shame sagged shoulders. In this warm glow from the fireplace— he was kinda beautiful. Behind this scary man might just be someone who doesn’t wanna be alone, that you understood.
“I want to— but I can’t seem to.” You whispered, making his eyes widen. “Why did you save me?”
You shot back, mirroring his question.
Bucky looked at you for a moment in silence, gazing at you like you were the most precious thing he’d ever come across. He was shocked that you questioned your worth— you deserved to be saved. Not him.
“I… I felt bad.” He revealed, and your lips curved up into a tiny smirk.
“So you do have a heart after all?” You teased, but still held distaste for the man.
You were somehow warming up to him— and you didn’t know if you wanted that or not.
A/N: after proof reading this— it feels like a rewrite of the original story and i’m not sure how i feel about that. i was trying hard to find a way to do an au of this story, so if it’s not good i apologize 😅❤️‍🩹
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Bucky Barnes
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sunshine ♡ ❀
you and bucky host a get-together for the team, an expected surprise causes you to confide in steve.
you showed me how ♡ ❀
bucky was never one for love, unsure he was even capable of it- but then there’s you.
Steve Rogers
one-shots:
tangled ♡ ✮
(archived for revision)
honeybee ♡ ✮ ❀
steve knows everything about you, his best friend, and he strives to make you happy. you make the first move and steve wants to learn how to please you in other ways.
sunday morning ♡ ❀
a rainy day ruins your date plans, so steve brings the date to you.
if i could give you the moon ♡ ✮ ❄ ☽
your relationship with steve is nothing more than a string of lies and promises in a hearty affair.
only you ♡ ❀ ❄ ☽
on a night out with the team, only shortly after you and steve’s breakup, you end up drinking a little too much and refuse to go home with anyone but steve.
afterglow
01/20/24-01/27/24
two-shots:
01. fireworks ❀
everyone but you and steve realize you like each other.
02. sparks ♡ ✮ ❀
 just steve fulfilling his craving of you.
01. a quiet hue ♡ ❀ ☽
during an extreme case of art block, you meet steve on your apartment's rooftop. he helps cure your blocked creative flow, and sparks something else along the way.
02. a brighter hue ♡ ✮ ❀
you and steve go on a date, deepening your connection in ways you couldn't have even dreamed of. (01/20/24-01/25/24)
wip series:
bitter sweet series you've grown to resent steve after he breaks up with you and you give him the cold shoulder for weeks. you soon discover you're pregnant and show back up on his doorstep to tell him the news. he tells you the real reason for his leaving forcing both of you to work together and cooperate. will things go back to how they were, or is it forever unfixable?
01. bitter sweet ❄
02. sour ♡ ❄
03. tart ❄
04. citrus ♡ ❄
05. sickeningly sweet ❀ ♡
06-1. as sweet as cake ♡ ✮ ❀
06. fresh start ♡ ❀ ☽
rogue series
01. rogue
timeweaver (mini-series)
01. coming soon
Wade Wilson
one-shots:
i love you, wade wilson ♡ ❀
a simple, lazy weekend with wade. (coming soon)
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Billy Hargrove
one-shots:
remember ❄ ♡ ❀
billy's first and only love returns
you're so good ♡ ✮ ❄
you and billy connect, forming a close bond.
Steve Harrington
one-shots:
i missed you ♡
{steve confesses after nancy leaves}
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Tangerine
one-shots:
kyoto ✮ ❀
tan stumbles (literally) upon you on the way to kyoto
Ladybug
coming soon
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Six/Court Gentry
coming soon
Lloyd Hansen
coming soon
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xoxoavenger · 3 months
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Lost It All
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
summary: Y/N had it all, if only for a couple hours
word count: 1877
warnings: lots of angst no comfort
12 Days of Christmas masterlist masterlist
"Oh my God," Y/N groaned, leaning back in her chair and tilting her head back dramatically.
"Y/N," Steve starts, but it's no use. Her hands are over her eyes and Steve knows he's already fucked.
"Steve, I am so close to fighting you." She whispers. She's exhausted, having not slept much during the mission, and she couldn't sleep on the way home, overtired in a way that she knew only one person could help.
"I know. We're almost done," he tries to soothe, but he knows it's no use.
"No, we aren't." She mutters, head coming back down to stare at him. "You know as soon as he figures out I'm here he's gonna knock you out and take me anyway. Just jot down your notes and I can leave." Her eyes were bloodshot, sloping down and slightly wet from her frustrated tears. She was clearly exhausted, and if it wasn't protocol he wouldn't have forced her to debrief with him now.
"Please tell me you wrote everything down." He had told her once that if she wrote everything down everyday and gave him the notes, he would keep their debriefs, well, brief.
"I thought you'd never ask." She smirked as she whipped out the journal, smacking it on the desk. "I marked this one with a receipt for the last coffee I was able to get before I left." She winked and Steve sighed as he looked down at the thick book, which looked like it had been through hell.
"Is that blood?" He asked, looking at the stain on the cover.
"You're the one who wanted me to keep a detailed account." She shrugged as she slapped her hands down n the table pushing herself to stand.
"What, did you use it to hit someone?" He called after her as she walked out of the room. She didn't respond, but Steve heard her squeal and turned to see Bucky picking her up around the waist, her arms wrapped around his neck and her head buried in his shoulder. Neither of them looked back at him as Bucky walked to their room, still holding her close.
~
"Did you sleep at all when you were gone?" Bucky asked as they lay in the huge bathtub, Y/N's back against Bucky's front, who was doing all the work of washing her up before bed. His thumb was rubbing under her eyes, where she was sure there were deep bags. She sunk against his shoulder even more, keeping her eyelids closed and rubbing his knee comfortingly.
"Do I ever?" She smiled slightly, but it made Bucky upset.
"I wish you would." He didn't like thinking about how exhausted she must have been while fighting off multiple men. They had talked in length about this, about the fact that Y/N could barely sleep on her own, let alone alone on a mission, but nothing they tried helped. The closest they'd gotten was calling every night, but with their busy schedules it just wasn't feasible. Besides, she used the night to think, sometimes sneak up on targets, and calling Bucky didn't help her think at all.
"Me too." She muttered, sighing as Bucky ran a fancy soap bar up and down her body, the warm water paired with his touch making her relax even more somehow.
"Don't fall asleep on me now." He gently nudged her, knowing that she would hate him and herself if she fell asleep in the tub, since Bucky would have to wake her up to get out.
"'M not." She muttered, head lolling to the side - a telltale sign she was basically out.
"Come on." He helped her up as she groaned, pulling a towel off of the warmer and wrapping it around her before cleaning up the bathroom quickly. He dried off quickly and pulled on briefs as he watched Y/N towel herself off and flop onto the bed, butt-naked and practically snoring.
Bucky chuckled as he grabbed clothes for her, dressing her like a doll and smiling when she reached out on the bed, trying to find his pillow. She had forgotten that she had taken his pillow on the mission, so it now was in the washer with everything from her bag.
He turned off the light before walking over to the bed, using the light from the window to guide him to the covers. He often cursed New York City for being so bright all the time, even when the sun was on the other side of the earth. It lit Y/N's sleeping body, however, so maybe it wasn't so bad.
"I missed you." He whispered as he brought her body close to his, finally being able to breathe now that she was in his arms. His head was on her pillow, just as it had been every night for the past week, and she was curled into him, his chest her pillow.
The truth was, he didn't sleep when Y/N was gone either.
~
Bucky was barely awake when she spoke.
"Do you wanna get married?" Y/N was staring at him, head tilted up and hand on his heart. He feared she could feel it skip a beat.
"What?" He finally said after what he knew was too long. The silence was honestly confusion on his end, because he had just woken up and didn't expect that. It had to be early in the morning, the sun barely risen, and he was sure she hadn't been awake for long either.
"I was just wondering." She looked down, starting to shrink away from him. He definitely didn't want that, so he tightened his arm around her and tried to gather his thoughts.
"I didn't mean to sound like that." He told her, one hand going to her chin to tilt her head up and let him look at her. "You just caught me off guard." He couldn't read her, but it was early in the morning, and his brain clearly was not working.
"I know you don't sleep either." Everything about this conversation was surprising Bucky. She didn't need to specify what she meant, because they both know she was talking about how when she went on missions, as well as when he went on missions. "Steve told me." Bucky looked away, caught.
"Of course he did." The little bastard. He was the only one that was able to tell that Bucky didn't sleep at all when he was away from Y/N, when they weren't in the same bed.
Suddenly, he was starting to see where the two ideas were connecting.
"I think getting married is the best idea you've ever had." He turned back to her, watching her eyes widen and feeling his chest expand with love.
"Are you being serious?" She asked, and instead of responding Bucky shifted to be on top of her, bringing her lips to his.
"I've never been more serious." Before he had even finished she squealed, face lit up in joy and full of love, the most love Bucky had ever felt.
"I love you so much." She whispered, letting him bring him in and kiss her. His hand was on her lower back and she was practically on top of him.
"I love you more." Bucky couldn't believe this was his wife. This was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
"That's not possible." She muttered, and he flipped her over to show her just how possible it was.
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They had a deal. They didn't talk during missions. They acted like the other didn't even exist, because otherwise they would tear the mission down to save the other. They couldn't compromise everyone else. Except, everyone else was actually only Sam this time around.
This mission went worse than expected.
Y/N, Bucky, and Sam were behind a large wall outside the workshop they were supposed to infiltrate, hiding from the couple of agents they had yet to take out. There were too many of them. They had been grossly unprepared for this, not enough of them and unable to call for back up. They were trapped.
"When I give the signal, you get the fuck out of here." Bucky was talking straight to Sam, who nodded. Y/N was in between them, but they were talking over her head.
"What the hell are you talking about?" She asked, looking between the two. Neither of them paid any attention to her.
"Are you sure?" Sam asked, ignoring Y/N. Bucky nodded once, then kissed Y/N on the forehead and ran out the of cover before she could say anything. Shocked, she went to follow him, but Sam grabbed her. She felt like she was watching a movie on her phone, or playing a game she couldn't control.
"No, wait," She started, but Sam had a hand over her mouth. She was pulled back against him, barely able to breathe, much less yell out. Her heart was in her throat, making her want to throw up. What was Bucky doing?
"It's me you want." Bucky started from far away, and Y/N's eyes widened. He was giving himself up to the Hydra agents. He was giving himself back to the Winter Solider.
Y/N thrashed against Sam, who was keeping her from giving up their position. Tears flooded down her cheeks as she hit her fists against him, trying to claw his hand, but he was stronger than her. She felt weak, helpless, not unlike how she imagined Bucky felt when he was brainwashed.
"Take the asset." She heard someone say, and Y/N's heart broke. Her tears were falling onto Sam's hand as she went limp.
"We're going," He whispered in her ear, but she shook her head. She wouldn't leave Bucky, she couldn't leave him. They were getting married. They were supposed to be together forever. He was supposed to be done with the winter solider. "If we don't go now, he did it for nothing." His voice snapped her out of her hurt, and she let Sam tug her away.
"What's the plan?" Y/N asked shakily as they ran. Sam didn't answer. "Sam," She grabs his arm stops, making him skid.
"The plan is we get back to the quintet." As his face turns to her she realizes he's been crying too.
"What about Bucky?" She asks, barely breathing when Sam tugs her forward. "Sam, what about Bucky?" She cries, lucky that they made it far enough away that the agents can't hear her.
"We'll send an extraction team." Sam tells her as he pulls her onto the jet. She screams and pushes in protest, her heart painful ripping in half slowly. She couldn't leave him, knowing what they would do to him.
"No, we have to go get him back! They're going to do it, they're going to make him into the solider again!" She cries, fighting Sam as he tries to strap her in.
"We can't! They'll kill us, and then it'll be for nothing. We have to keep going." He moves quickly to get the jet in the air, somewhere Y/N can't jump out in a suicide mission. Her screams pierce his ears, but he has to keep moving. Bucky made his choice.
"James!" She screams, dissolving into sobs as she curls into herself. She just lost her everything. Her lover. Her future husband. Her future.
She lost it all.
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saltsicklover · 7 months
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Bucky Barnes Master List
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₊✧ Bucky Barnes ✧₊
One Shots
24,901 Miles ♡ - "We have always been the most intimate in crowded rooms; yards apart, eyes catching each others' knowing glances."
Bikinis, Breasts, and Bucky Barnes ♡ - "Summertime has got to be one of the most oppressive parts of the year."
The Weather ♡ - "It took James Barnes three months to speak more than a 'hello' and an appointment time to the beautiful women that sits behind the front desk in Dr. Raynor's stuffy office."
Series
From Me to You ~ Fan Mail Series (In Progress) ♡
Part One: Fan Mail - "Bucky has never gotten fan mail. Ill wishes and empty threats via the postal service sent from all over the world, sure, that's old hat by now."
Part Two: Pen Pal - "When Bucky finally decides he is going to write to his new pen pal, he is knee deep in weeds outside of a long condemned government facility on the outskirts of a fly over town."
Part Three: The First Official Letter - "Maybe Bucky shouldn't have written at all. The thought swam around Bucky's mind for weeks."
Part Four: Dear Ace - ""I need to know one thing, what apartment do you live in?" The letter burned a hole in her pocket."
Part Five: Dear 201 - "Three little numbers both thrill and terrify Bucky in equal measure- he started to see the numbers everywhere after he received the letter from Ace."
Part Six: Trouble - "The tension hung between the Super Soldiers, sticky and all consuming as the hours turned to days after the fight."
Part Seven: Bloody Knuckles - "Ace is ready to take on the world, at least that's what she tells herself, heading out of the apartment, ready for a long awaited day off, but the letters she found stacked in her mailbox give her pause."
Part Eight: A Sacrifice For Love - "It wasn't supposed to be like this."
I've Always Dreamt of You ~ Unknown Soulmate AU (In Progress) ꨄ︎
Part One: Blue - "The way Icarus dreamt of flight doesn't even come close to rivaling the way I dream of him."
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♡ xFem!Reader
☁︎ xDisabled!Reader
ꨄ︎ Soulmate AU
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hazza-bear-care · 1 year
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Owned, but Trashy
Based on my own experiences with hickeys and the people that gave them to me.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader.
Warnings: Avengers being rude and judgmental, insecure/shy reader, swearing, mentions of smut
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Y/N loved hickeys. There was just something about them that made her feel loved, adored, and wanted. In the past, she had always been cautious about where her hickeys were placed on her body, opting for the collarbone down since they'd be easier to hide. However, when she met Bucky, she didn't care if there were hickeys on her neck. She wanted people to know that she was claimed, that someone loved her enough to mark her up so other creepy people wouldn't make an effort to talk to her.
One morning, after a particularly steamy evening with Bucky, Y/N woke up absolutely covered in hickeys. Bruises littered her body, all of them dark and angry, but relatively easy to hide with her clothing. All except the two on her neck.
"Good morning, Gorgeous. How'd you sleep?" Bucky questioned as he emerged from the bathroom. He was fresh from a shower, body glistening with water as droplets slid down his toned chest and absorbing into the towel wrapped dangerously low around his waist. Bucky looked absolutely delicious, but Y/N was always slightly disappointed when the marks she left on him faded practically overnight due to his advanced healing. Y/N distinctly remembered leaving a hickey of her own on his left pectoral, right above his heart, but there was nothing there as she watched another drop of water slide over where she left the mark.
"I slept well. How about you? Anymore nightmares?" Y/N countered, wincing slightly as she stood from her place in bed. She was sore, legs still shaky to the point where she almost couldn't hold up her body weight. Bucky chuckled softly at the sight of his girlfriend struggling to stand on her own, walking over to her and wrapping his arms around her waist, both in comfort and support. The couple shared a quick kiss once they were united, Bucky pulling away with a small smile.
"No, Princess. I never have nightmares with you." Y/N smiled and scoffed, clearly spotting Bucky's lie. He usually has nightmares, waking Y/N up in the process. She shivered as Bucky moved her hair back behind her shoulders, taking in the sight of his handiwork on her neck. He planted a kiss on each one, feeling slightly guilty over how dark they had grown over the hours they had slept.
"Well, I appreciate you lying to me, Buck. Is there any hot water left?" Bucky laughed at her accusation, but nodded anyway, moving away from his girl so she could take a shower in peace while he got ready for the day.
Once she was in view of a mirror, Y/N was able to fully see every mark Bucky had left on her body. She had bruises on her breasts from where Bucky had sucked on them, her nipples still slightly puffy. He had nipped her tummy as he slid down to the apex of her thighs, so there were small bruises that adorned her abdomen. Before going down on her, Bucky had spread her legs as wide as they could go, and hickeys were scattered over the insides of her thighs before disappearing as they got closer to her pussy. Turning around, she audibly gasped at the sight of full handprints on her ass cheeks from where she had been spanked repeatedly. She liked it rough, and Bucky always delivered on that promise, but she never had this many marks to worry about.
Before she jumped in the shower, she took the time to examine the dark marks on her neck, both bruises sitting nicely on her jugular veins. Y/N sighed, getting in the shower and scrubbing away most of the memories from the previous night.
Once out of the shower and wrapped in a warm towel, Y/N stood in front of the mirror once more, her makeup scattered on the counter in front of her as she attempted to cover the bruises on her neck. She wasn't very successful due to just how dark the hickeys were, their pigment slipping through the coverage of her concealer and color corrector. She sighed out of frustration and positioned her dried hair over the marks to hide them from her teammates downstairs.
She dressed comfortably, a snowstorm trapping everyone inside for the next two days at least. As she slowly made her way downstairs, she was met with laughter and conversation coming from the dining room table where breakfast was served. A hush fell over everyone as Y/N made her way over to the table, sliding into an empty seat next to Natasha.
"Well, well! Look who finally decided to join us! Good morning, Sleeping Beauty!" Sam called through a mouthful of scrambled eggs.
"Shut up, Sam. If you heard what they were doing last night, you'd understand why she AND Bucky slept as late as they did." Steve countered, causing Y/N to freeze in her place. She knew she was loud, but the walls of the compound were very thick, so her volume was usually never a problem. Bucky, who was sitting across the table, was also shocked into silence, jaw clenching as he listened to his so-called friends heckle him for loving his girl and treating her right.
"You guys heard us?" Y/N asked softly, a blush spreading across her face as she eyed her team.
"Not all of us, just me. Heightened senses, ya know?" Steve clarified, taking a sip of his coffee like had hadn't just announced to everyone that he heard his best friends fucking. Attempting to swallow the lump in her throat, Y/N excused herself back to her room, hoping a workout would help her clear her mind. She changed into a sports bra and leggings, not bothering to put her hair up seeing as it was doing a fairly good job hiding the hickeys on her neck. She walked back into the kitchen, headphones around her neck, filling up her water bottle before heading to the basement gym to work out her frustrations.
As Y/N stood in the center of the room stretching, a voice interrupted her.
"Mind if I join you? I haven't had a good spar in a while." Natasha asked, approaching Y/N cautiously, as if she were a mountain lion ready to pounce.
"Um, sure, but I wasn't planning on sparring, just doing some cardio." Natasha hummed in response, taking a quick glance at Y/N as she continued to warm up. As her arms stretched over her head, her leggings slipped a bit, revealing the small bite marks Bucky had left on her stomach. Natasha pretended not to notice, but watched as Y/N walked over to a treadmill.
"You're going to do cardio without putting your hair up? Brave girl." Y/N paused again, searching Natasha's face for any sign of joking or teasing.
"I didn't realize I forgot a hair tie until I was already down here." Y/N explained quickly.
"I have an extra! Here, I'll help you put your hair up since you always like how I do mine." Natasha grabbed Y/N's wrist and pulled her over to a bench, pushing the girl to sit as Nat stood behind her, gathering her hair into a ponytail. She pulled a few strands out to frame Y/N's face and examined her work, eyes trailing over Y/N once again to admire how well the ponytail worked with her facial features.
"Thank you for your help, Nat. I'm going to run now." Natasha once again watched as Y/N walked away towards the treadmill her stuff was stationed at, standing on it as she adjusted the speed.
From where Natasha was standing, she noticed the slight orange tint to Y/N's neck, and the revelation hit her like a ton of bricks.
"Wow. When you and Bucky go at it, you leave no stone unturned do you?" Natasha wondered aloud, the admission making Y/N stumble and fall off the treadmill.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Y/N yelled, wincing as she stood up and turned off the machine she was on.
"The hickeys. I'll admit you did good hiding the ones on your stomach, but I can tell you have some on your neck as well. The makeup doesn't match, Y/N." Natasha said casually.
"Great. Thank you so much for pointing that out to me, Romanoff." Y/N replied angrily. Referring to her teammates by last name was only something she did when she was extremely upset or frustrated with them. She ripped her hair out of the ponytail, flinging the hair tie back in Nat's general direction before gathering her stuff to leave the gym.
"I thought we were going to spar!" Natasha objected as Y/N made her way to the door.
"Kiss my ass, Romanoff." And with that, Y/N went back upstairs.
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On the way back to her room, it seemed like Y/N was never going to live last night down. Every member of the Avengers from Tony to Peter were scattered in different places in the living room, arguments about what movie to watch ensuing.
"Y/N! What movie should we start the marathon with?" Peter called as Y/N walked by, attempting to slip past everyone unnoticed. Peeking around the curtain of hair she had discreetly positioned to hide her tears and flushed face, she made eye contact with the youngest member of the team, who instantly furrowed his brows in confusion and concern.
"Um, Star Wars." She mumbled, hoping that was enough of an answer for her to escape, but before she could take another step, Tony's voice stopped her.
"Pump your brakes, Hickey Queen. There are nine Star Wars movies. Which one are you recommending?"
"I don't give a shit which one you start with, Stark. As far as I'm concerned, you all can suck my dick." Y/N bit back, looking down and noticing that more of the hickeys on her stomach were visible.
"Woah! Bionic Man, do you hear how she's treating us? Maybe you should help her out by fucking that attitude out of her." Tony replied, loud enough for Y/N to hear as she retreated upstairs. The door to her room slammed shut, locking it behind her as she screamed into a pillow.
Her team had never been this rude to her. Yes, they had poked fun at her before, making comments about how quiet and shy she was, but those never bothered her. She knew they were joking, but today, it didn't seem fun or friendly; it was accusatory. Like she had kept everyone in the compound awake as Bucky fucked her relentlessly for hours on end. She had never been this embarrassed by people she called friends.
A knock on her door interrupted the crying fest she had begun, but she made no move to answer. Another knock.
"FRIDAY, who's at the door?" Y/N mumbled, not caring if the AI couldn't hear her.
"Seargeant Barnes and Peter Parker, Miss. Would you like me to let them in?"
"Fine." The lock on the door clicked quietly as her bedroom door opened. When Bucky and Peter entered, they were met with Y/N's back.
"Honey, are you okay?" Bucky asked softly, coming to kneel beside her so he could see her face. Peter opted to sit on the bed next to her, softly rubbing her back in an attempt to comfort his friend.
"No, I'm not okay! You heard what they've been saying about us all day. Steve heard us, Natasha noticed my hickeys, and Tony made it a point to tell EVERYONE that I had more and couldn't do a better job of hiding them. What have they said to you?" Y/N whined, shrugging away from both of the guys in her room, sitting on the floor with her back to the wall.
"They haven't said much, but I've made every effort to defend you, lovebug. However, I don't think they're intending to upset you." Bucky replied, keeping his distance from his crying girlfriend.
"They are, Mr. Barnes. After breakfast, Wanda pointed out that Y/N's neck looked off. She said it looked like she was covering something up. When Y/N came down in her workout gear, Natasha said she was going to follow her, figure out what she was trying to hide. Once Y/N came upstairs, Natasha texted Wanda what happened. That's why Tony called her "Hickey Queen" when asking what movie we should watch." Bucky saw red. How could they go through all this effort of being sneaky just to make fun of Y/N?
"Why didn't you say anything sooner, kid?" Bucky asked through his teeth, calming himself before he went off on Peter.
"I didn't know who they were talking about until the movie discussion, otherwise I would have. I'm sorry." Peter explained, shrinking away from Bucky who just kept getting angrier as the discussion went on.
Once she heard what happened, Y/N stood up so fast she made herself dizzy.
"FRIDAY, tell everyone to gather in the living room, now."
"Yes, Miss, Y/N. Would you like me to alert you when everyone is there?" The AI responded.
"No. We'll already be there."
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The team was gathered, confusion scattered over everyone's faces as they looked at Y/N, who was standing in front of the fireplace with her arms crossed over her chest.
"What is this about?" Tony asked, feeling a chill run down his spine as he caught Y/N's glare.
"Hickeys. A little birdie told me my business was spread through the team because some nosy little redheads couldn't mind their own." Y/N replied, glaring at Wanda and Natasha who were both sitting on the same couch. Wanda didn't meet Y/N's gaze, embarrassed that she was being called out in public. Natasha however, scoffed and rolled her eyes, used to being interrogated in worse conditions.
"Listen, Y/N, I was just-"
"No, I talk, Wanda. Last time I checked, I was an adult. I'm old enough to make my own decisions, and the fact that I spent all day being bullied by my friends was a real dick move by all of you. If you wanted details about my sex life so fucking badly, you should have asked ME rather than coming up with a stupid ass plan to embarrass me and Bucky."
"Y/N."
"I AM STILL TALKING! Jesus fucking Christ! Steve, I don't give a shit if we kept you up all night. What two people in a RELATIONSHIP do is no one else's concern. If Bucky was a dickhead and cheating on me, THEN you can judge our relationship. But the fact that I'm getting more action than half of you does NOT give you the right to spy on me because you're too chicken shit to ask a simple fucking question. How would you guys feel if I revealed your secrets?"
"We don't have any secrets." Bruce countered.
"Oh, no secrets huh? You tried to kill yourself because you couldn't stand living with the other guy. Steve is a virgin. Natasha had a complete hysterectomy. Wanda and Vision have a kinkier sex life than Bucky and I do. Last week, I walked in on Tony and Pepper going at it right where you guys are sitting. Barton has an entire fucking FAMILY hidden away. No secrets my ass. But now, how do you feel about my revelations, Wanda?"
"I hated it. Especially the part about me and Vision." She mumbled, her fingernails more interesting to mess with then looking at Y/N.
"Now you know how I feel. Doesn't feel good, does it?" Y/N pressed. Wanda shook her head.
"That's what I thought. You guys are such assholes and I expect an apology from all of you before you get one from me. You have until the end of the week, or else I'll spread so much gossip about all of you, you'll wish you were never born. Am I understood?" No one said anything.
"You know what, Y/N? You're a trashy little slut who jumped on the first dick that gave you attention. Hickeys aren't a form of love or adoration like you think they are." Natasha countered, smirking at how taken aback Y/N was at her comment.
"You're right, Romanoff, they're not a sign of love or adoration," Bucky chimed in, causing Y/N to turn her head in his direction before he continued. "They are a sign that she's MINE. I do love and adore her, and I mark her up so others know that. I love marking her up, she loves being marked up, and I don't see how that is anyone else's problem but mine and hers."
"Oh please! You didn't even like her until she spread her legs for you." Natasha argued back. Bucky lost his cool, stomping towards Natasha so quickly, she didn't have time to react before a metal hand wrapped around her throat. Natasha's eyes went wide as she struggled against Bucky's grip, her hand frantically clawing at his metal one.
"Shut. Up. Or I will kill you right here, right now. Understood?" Bucky growled at Natasha, who quickly nodded.
"The same goes for all of you, so I'd do what the lady said and apologize." As he finalized his thoughts, he released the hold he had on Natasha, the redheaded spy choking on the air she pulled in. Everyone else in the room nodded. Bucky threw one final glare at everyone before grabbing Y/N and taking her upstairs.
By weeks' end, everyone had apologized to Y/N in one form or another. Natasha apologized verbally, then kept her distance as to not anger Bucky. Wanda made her family recipe of Paprikash and presented it to Y/N, who gratefully accepted the peace offering. Tony sent Y/N a bouquet of tulips every day until she ran out of space in her room to put them. Steve apologized by moving to a completely different floor.
The next time Y/N had hickeys, she didn't bother to hide them, and everyone on the team kept their mouths shut.
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sabbqj · 2 months
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Guys, I need help to find the right picture of Bucky Barnes himself so I could draw him in this kind of style, so if you could reblog this and give me some inspiration please?
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sleepisaturn · 1 year
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warm mugs and warm hugs
Christmas fic ⛄
PAIRING—boyfriend!bucky barnes x gn!reader
SUMMARY—as Bucky's partner you absolutely can't allow it that he spends Christmas alone.
WARNINGS—hurt/comfort, sad Bucky, a pinch of angst but this is technically a fluffy fic
A/N—I know its way past Christmas but hey IM BACK BITCHES
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A knock awoke Bucky who's in bed, well more like disturbed as he wasn't actually asleep. He tried but Bucky's an insomniac; who's only effective sleeping pill is you. He groaned as he rolled off his bed, landing on the soft but rough carpet under the wooden bed frame.
" I swear to God, it's the holidays, didn't that mean I get a few days where people don't disturb— " his annoyed murmurs was silenced by the view of the person on the other side of the door. The corners of his mouth turn upwards as he saw the person through the peephole. Half your face hidden by a scarf, a box of cookies on one hand and a thermos on the other that contained hot chocolate, held by cute green mittens that he gifted you a few days prior. Pride filled his chest as he sees the green mittens being out to use.
" doll ... you're supposed to be with you're family " Bucky's raspy deep voice called and sighs as he accepts your hug, a warm feeling dancing on his stomach as the smile on his face widens when you nuzzled your head on his chest. His arms wrapping tighter around your body as he finally feels at home, the cold atmosphere of his apartment warming up with just your presence.
" and I am " your small murmured voice replied as he pulled both your bodies near the kitchen whilst still in each other's embrace.
A comfortable silence fell as the two of you untangled from each other. Your hand immediately clasping itself with his as you looked at him with lots of love but a tint of sadness as you remember the reason you were here in the first place.
He sighed seeing the look on your eyes, mistaking it for pity but he knew you were just concerned but deep down he thinks just like everybody else, you just pity him and sometimes he's scared it's the actual reason that you're dating him.
Your body immediately followed Bucky's as he turned away from you, his head turning to yours as you use your palm to gently hold the side of his face. The growing beard slightly tickling your palms as you caressed his cheeks, a sad smile forming on your face as you notice his eyes that couldn't look at yours.
" hey, I'm not mad, I'm just ... it's the holidays, it's Christmas—it's an unspoken rule that you can't be alone for Christmas, baby "
He mirrors your hand, the back of his fingers slowly caressing the side of your face. He's still cautious about touching you even with his non metal arm because just like everything in his life, he thinks he'll ruin you—hurt you and even worse break you.
You knew that, you saw a lot of times how hesitant his touches was even in the middle of very intimate moments but you're patient. You knew being with him wasn't gonna be easy but you didn't hate him for that, not even a little bit. You never got tired proving Bucky that he could never hurt you and you never will. The love you have for Bucky is unconditional.
" remind me to beat bird brain's ass tomorrow " He replies with a little laugh.
" don't even, he tried to hide it but I spot liars even from a hundred miles away.
—you told me you'd be with Sam's family for Christmas because Steve's with Sharon, again I'm not mad ... why did you lie? did you hate the idea of meeting my family that much James? "
James, he's fucked he thinks; you only ever call him James in serious situations, when your angry or worse—dissapointed.
" No! of course not doll, I-I " He immediately cups your face on his large hands, your cheeks slightly getting squished together that made him chuckle as your glare intensified.
" Sorry doll—It's just I don't want to ruin your family's Christmas incase they don't like the fact you're dating me, no parent would be calm when their child is dating the world's most dangerous assassin " He laughs as your cute face felt irresistible, even if his own words degraded his being but he couldn't control his laugh as all he could see was your cute grumpy face with furrowed brows and cheeks that were still cupped by his large hand.
" ex-assasin, James—we've talked about this and my family would be scared at first but they wouldn't hate you "
" stop calling me James, doll "
" I'm dating you, they're gonna be protective, especially my mom but that's just because I brought home a boy " You ignored his words, taking his hands off the sides of your face. You held both his hands in yours, with a tight grasp and a deep breath you look straight into his steel blue eyes.
" I love you, Bucky "
" and I love you too, you're too good for me " He said with love and sadness lacing his tone. Slightly tilting your head as you make a move to kiss Bucky. Smiling against the feeling of his soft lips with the roughness of his stubble. The two felt the warmth of each other as they explored each other's bodies a bit. You're hands wrapping around his neck while he grabs your waist with his hands.
As the two of you separated for a breather, you looked at each other's eyes full of love.
" doll, not gonna lie, I kinda want that hot chocolate now " you chuckle slightly and pecking his lips once more.
The both of your spent two hours just talking about random things while you sat on the counter and Bucky stands in-between your legs. The two of you holding warm mugs filled with hot chocolate that had little marshmallows floating on the top. Bucky could stay right here forever.
But the two of you find yourselves minutes later on the top of the rooftop of the building his unit was at, laying flat on your backs on the room's roof that was built on the top floor, so that the two of you would be closer to the stars. Your fingers pointed out one of the constellations you knew, the bright lights of the moon and stars reflecting on your eyes because that's where Bucky was looking. You eyed the stars with amazement as Bucky looks at you with eyes filled with adoration. He loves you so much sometimes he questions why you're with a guy like him.
" I suggested we go here so we could look at the stars not so you could look at me, sergeant "
" not my fault you're a much better view doll "
" god you're such a romantic and they don't believe me when I say the great Bucky Barnes actually wrote me a poem once "
" to be fair it was a shit poem "
" it was the effort I liked "
" so you do admit it was a horrible piece of literature " He said chuckling as he moves his body closer to yours, using one of his elbow to support the top half of his body. His other hand immediately holding your hand that wasn't busy feeding yourself cookies.
" I love you "
" I know "
" I love you, doll, I am so in love with you and its scares me sometimes just how much I'm in love with you " he said while chuckling at the end as a big smile was painted on his face. His smile starts to falter seeing you have no reaction and your eyes that didn't meet his.
" I love you too " you whispered almost too quietly
" good, you kinda got me there so—uh so why the sad face? ... shit, was that too sudden? " He questioned, closing his eyes as he ran both hands through his hair
" I know we've only been dating for a year and well a couple months but— "
" no, uh nothings wrong "
" okay doll, that's pleasant to here " he humors making you slightly chuckle
You reached for his hand, locking your fingers with his as your finally look directly at his eyes
" I love you all the time. Every minute of every day and sometimes you pretty much the only reason I wake up in the morning, so I guess this is it, I love you and I don't ever wanna live without you James "
Your confession made Bucky feel like he was in heaven, like all the secrets of the world was bestowed upon him by Jesus. God, you were going to be the death of him and God does it scare him that your now his biggest weakness. He'd do absolutely anything for you, he'd die for you, he'd even kill for you if you asked.
" don't ever have to worry about me disappearing doll " He said with a straight face before immediately catching your lips, both his hands cupping your face gently.
" Merry Christmas, Baby " you said as he parts away his lips from yours while still cradling your face.
" I promise, you'll never have to celebrate Christmas alone, ever "
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sunnymoonxx · 29 days
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UPCOMING BUCKY READER SMUT: TAGLIST
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❝INTERMISSION❞ | 40s bucky barnes x reader
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pairing: 40s bucky barnes x reader
summary: The night before Bucky's enlistment, he decides to take you to the most expensive theatre in the city, wanting to spoil you for the last time. Little did you know, your own show was about to be way better than the one on the stage.
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THE TEACHER- J.B BARNES, P.B PARKER
Pairing: Best friend! Bucky x Fem! Reader, Roommate! Peter x Fem Reader
Word Count: 1.4k
Request(s): “can you do please write a piece where you reveal to bucky that you never touched yourself because you don’t know how so he shows you and it’s filled with praise and good girl pls?”
“experienced peter parker overhears his best friend/roommate with what sounds like a vibrator. he goes to investigate, and confirms she has a new toy, but doesn’t know how to use it right. he offers her a better one from his own collection to help her out when she asks him to teach her how to use it…”
Warnings: masturbation, vibrator used, fingering, praise kink, pet names, breeding kink, swearing, overstimulation...
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You were shy. Bucky knew that, you knew that. It had taken a lot of courage to act on your feelings, pulling out the strength to tell your best friend what you needed, how you needed it. 
Anytime you had tried to get the words out, they had fallen flat in your mouth, tasting stale as you stumbled around them. The two of you had slowly been establishing a relationship, something closer than ‘just friends’, and it was scary to you. 
Frightening. It was new, and foreign and it made you flustered.
 After endless nights he had come over to hang out, there had been kisses stolen between bites of home cooked meals, arms wrapping around your body whenever you read to him, his hands finding their way to touch and squeeze your skin in a way that was more than friendly. 
But you enjoyed it. Craved it- really. 
So when he had asked if he was allowed to touch you, allowed to kiss more than just your lips and cheeks, you had agreed happily. Though your cheeks burned hot, you had vocalized to him that you wanted it. 
But you were inexperienced. 
“You’ve never been touched before angelface?” he asked softly, doe eyes wide and sparkling as he peered down at you. 
No, you had shaken your head, fingers reaching to grab any part of him you could reach. 
“Have you touched yourself?”
 “No. And I know it’s so silly I just feel so.. I don’t really know. I don’t know what to do.” you confessed, wanting to dig your head into the mattress like an ostrich. 
But he just smiled, seeming more excited if anything. “Oh honey it's okay! I’ll teach you, mkay? You just lay back and be a pretty girl for me yea?” 
You nodded, head spinning. This was seriously happening. Bucky was here, and he was caressing you like silk. 
“Theres no need to be embarrassed or nervous. I’m here now, okay? I’m here to take care of you.” he murmured, gazing down on you like you were his next meal, licking his lips in delight.
 “Thank you Bucky.” you sighed, leaning into his touch. “Good girl.” 
His hand reached for yours, the other parting your legs wider apart. The cool air sent shivers down your spine, a pressure churning at your lower abdomen. 
“You’re just going to put these two fingers right here okay? It’ll feel so nice.” he smiled, hand guiding yours, helping you slip past your soaked folds to ease your smaller fingers inside of you. 
“Oh!” you whimpered as you slipped them in, feeling your soft walls around the digits. “There we go, atta girl.” 
“It feels so nice.” you confessed, head lolling against the pillow- anxiety fading away with every little praise he slipped you. “Yea? Put your thumb right here angelface, and roll little circles mkay?” 
You jolted as he tapped your clit with the tip of his finger, watching your mouth part into a little O as you began to rub it. 
“You're so sensitive aren't you baby? Just wait till I’m inside you eh?”
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Peter heard you from the kitchen, clear as day. It was almost as if you weren’t even trying to hide it, unaware he was home. He had already made his presence known, slamming his keys down on the counter, shuffling around the kitchen without a care in the world. 
He had heard the little machine buzzing from behind the closed door, little whimpers escaping your lips. He groaned, gripping the counter until his knuckles were vampire white, doing everything in his power to hold himself back from what he was about to do. 
But the two of you were roommates. It was only fair to himself he checked in on you, for a noise complaint. 
Adjusting himself in his jeans, he wasted no time bolting to your bedroom door, peeking it open a crack. The sight before him nearly had him falling to his knees. Your back arched, legs parted as you murmured sweet nothings into the side of your pillow.
 “Whatcha got there?” he asked, slipping into your bedroom, making you jump. “Oh god I’m-” 
“Well don’t stop now pretty girl, I was enjoying the show! Don’t get all shy on me now.” he cooed, arms crossing as he slumped back against the doorframe, smirk wide on his face. 
The prick, you thought, turning off your sanctuary for the night- embarrassed you had got caught, even if it was from Peter. He had heard you before, there was no doubt about it. You wanted him to hear. And you had seen your fair share of his hand wrapped around his cock, fist fucking myself to spill on his stomach. That image made your head spin, always on a constant loop. 
“I don’t even know how to use it properly. Don’t get it twisted smartass.” you quipped, making his eyes widen. 
You didn’t know how to work it? That wouldn't do for him.
 “Stay here.” 
“Pete-”
 “Stay.” he commanded, voice stern as he stared your body down, watching your chest rapidly rise and fall. His room was only a couple of strides from yours, and it took him next to no time with his long legs, shoving open his door to reveal the mess that was his room.
 Bolting right for the nightstand drawer, he revealed his collection of toys he kept on handy, just in case anything came up. And now, something had come up. He grabbed the pretty pink one, the one he had been dying to use on you. It was all he could think about for days, catching his eye the second he saw it. Tonight was the perfect chance for him to experiment on you, make you cry out his name in ecstasy right underneath him.
 “Peter?” you called softly from your room, startling him from his daydreams. You were still perched on your bed, right where he left you. Your eyes widened as you took note of the toy gleaming in his hand, coaxing at you.
 “May I?” he asked, to which you nodded. You shimmed back on your elbows to your pillow, watching as he sat on your sheets, fingers dancing across your legs, luring them to spread for him. 
“Can- can you teach me?” you asked shyly. It was music to his ears. He smiled, that sweet, charming smile that you saw him use so often to other girls, that you had so desperately wanted on you. 
You craved his attention like a drug. It was intoxicating when he gave you those little spurts of validation throughout the day, making you want it even more. 
“ ‘Course sweetheart. Can you tell me what you were thinking about beforehand?” he asked sweetly, hand dipping down to push your knees apart, unfolding you like a present.
 “You.” His eyebrow raised. “What about me?” 
“Just, your cock. N’ just… filling me until I’m drooling.” you shyly confessed, covering your burning cheeks with your hands as he chuckled. 
“Awh baby. Isn't that so sweet? You want me to breed you yea?”
 “Soo much.”
 Peter flicked the toy on, the soft buzzing noise causing your toes to curl. “M gonna fill you up till your leaking out of that pretty little princess cunt angel. And then I’m gonna shove it right back in.” 
The sensation of the toy brushing your clit made you whimper, hips bucking as he teased you. 
“You gotta use it on your clit. Cause that's where it's most sensitive.” he cooed, faux pity dripping off each syllable as your eyes widened, moaning his name. 
Your hands slid down to shove him away, the sensation overbearing but he held you still. “S’too much!” you whimpered, causing him to smile even wider. 
“Oh but baby I still have so many things to teach you!”
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buckylattes · 1 year
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Hell-B.B.(winter soldier)
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Summary: The winter soldier doesn’t like when they touch you.
Warnings n stuff: 18+, female!reader, reader is 25+ age, violence, guns, (mentions of) abuse, not canon, mentions of kidnapping. WC: 900+
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When they lay their hands on him, it’s one thing, but to watch them lay their hands on you? He can’t stand it.
He’s been out of cryo for too long, but they still wipe his memory in hopes that he’ll forget everything all over again.
But they’re wrong.
You, the only good thing- good person- in this place. You’re a doctor that they hired around two years ago, needing extra hands because the winter soldier has become too difficult to handle and they needed an extra brain in the operation. You didn’t know what you were getting yourself into.
You were fresh out of college, just got your degrees, and applied for the job. Next thing you know, the job interview happened to be a kidnapping, and you’ve been here ever since. The winter soldier knows, because of your shaky hands, eyes of sadness, the lumps you swallow in your throat, that you don’t want to do the things that they make you do. You’ve not been giving him correct dosages of medicines either. You’ve seen that he isn’t a bad guy- heard the questions he’s been asking and every time they wipe his memory-, that they’re forcing him to do these things just like they’re forcing you.
The winter soldier knows that you’re good, that you don’t want to do this, because every time you have to hurt him with an injection or with a machine, you always mumble, “I’m so sorry” and he hears it every single time when they don’t.
So when they put their hands on you ten seconds ago, manhandling you in a way they ‘should’ only be manhandling people like him that can take it, he loses it. The winter soldier knows that he needs to protect you, if he doesn’t do anything else right in his life- this is the one thing he needs to do. It has to.
The second that your face met the wall, he had jerked himself up, pulling the machines along with him, chest heaving as he made eye contact with the assholes that had touched you. You let out a small, pained groan and his jaw tensed. “Let her go.” His voice comes out in a deep rumble that makes everyone stop in their tracks, and his fists are curled up onto his thighs as he sits on the edge of the chair. Soldat’s eyes are wide, hair a mess as he gets angrier by the second.
Most of the men have their guns aimed at him, ready to shoot if needed, but never at his head or heart, he has come to believe that they need him more than they need anything else. “You’ve grown fond of the lady??” One of the doctors asks, a chuckle leaves the doctors lips before he lets you go and you intake a soft breath before turning onto your back, so it’s pressed up against the wall.
The winter soldier stays silent, giving the doctor a deathly glare. He’s ready to attack if anyone else lays a fucking hand on you. Soldat can see the fear in your eyes, and he wishes that he could get them to release you, but he knows that’s impossible- that would mean killing you.
“Hmm? Have you forgotten how to obey? You answer when spoken to.” The doctor gets closer to soldat, and soldat’s eyes flicker to the doctor as he comes closer. You’re then shoved out of the room by a man with a gun to your head, and that sends him over the edge. Soldat picks the doctor up by his throat and slings him into a row of men, knocking them all unconscious. A line of bullets ring out, but soldat is already gone within seconds after he yanked the machines wires from his body and then proceeded through the doors.
The men continue to shoot but soldat blocks the hallway by yanking a metal door from its hinges, and knocking it sideways so that the hallway is blocked. He then proceeds after you, the guard still shoving you about. A couple of men get in soldat’s way, but he easily takes them out, and takes their guns, which he greatly uses with skill- killing anyone in his way.
Soldat runs, something he doesn’t have to do very often, but he runs through the hall to get to where you are, and when he finally catches up to you, the guard has you on your knees, gun behind your head as tears coat your cheek. “One more move and I’ll kill her.” The guard shouts, so soldat doesn’t move. The guard snickers as he digs the gun further into your head, a sob escapes your lips, which pisses off the guard. “Shut it!!” The guy yells, his focus on you for only a split moment and soldat takes the shot. He doesn’t even need to aim, he just shoots and hits the guard straight in the head.
The guard drops to the floor and you grab the gun, grabbing whatever ammo you can off of the guy and then standing on shaky legs. You hear footsteps approaching you, and you know that it’s soldat. But he makes sure that he lets you hear them unlike anyone else. Soldat knows how to be stealthy- it’s what he’s been built on- but with you, he doesn’t need to scare you, he has no reason to be stealthy with you. You turn and look at him, gun in shaky hands. He then gently takes your arm and turns you around, leaning close to your ear, “stay with me, shoot anyone you see. If you have to, run. Anything happens to me, you run. You find an exit, and you leave.” His voice is rough, and it’s deep as he speaks, but you manage to give a firm nod of understanding.
If you’re being honest, he doesn’t scare you, you know that he’s a man who’s been treated horribly by countless numbers of people in his long life time. Hydra is what scares you, and you trust soldat to lead you out of these pits of hell, and you’ll both make your way out of it- even if you have to crawl.
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SNOWFALL
Part 2
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
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Your ears were practically ringing by the time Bruce had a chance to look at you and assess your injuries. The exhaustion fully kicked in as you swayed back and forth slowly trying to keep yourself awake. “Looks like we got to you just in time. By the looks of your scans and listening to your lungs you’ve suffered from major contusions from blunt force trauma.” He stated putting his stethoscope around his neck. “You need to rest for the rest of the day with light activity as needed. Stay on campus. I’ll monitor you throughout the day.” He recommended in his soft tone.
“Thanks B” you finally said after a long yawn. He gently kissed the top of your head, “Of course. Go see Fury and then get some rest.” He chuckled before returning to his charts. Slowly you trudged out of the room smiling to yourself. Seeing your friend so happy in a medical setting helping his friends and staying actively engaged with the Avengers lightened your heart. You could tell Bruce felt so much better in this role, able to leave the Hulk behind.
After a quick elevator ride and a long walk down the hallway in the east wing, you arrived at a lobby space. Behind the desk was a red head with glasses buried deep in her computer. “Hey Stace” you mumbled pleasantly as you passed by still in your gear from the mission. “Morning y/n. Go right in” she ushered as you approached Nick’s office door. Once inside his large office you took a look outside through the glass window that wrapped around the whole office. The morning light was a bit too much for how tired you truly were. You winced as you sat down in a chair and took a look around the room. Steve sat three chairs down the long boardroom table. Bucky sat at the end opposite of you. Your eyes locked for a moment causing your heart to malfunction. Your already low blood pressure dipped even lower and your head became fuzzy. “How did this seemingly simple assignment become such a shit show?” Fury asked with a bite in his tone. You gulped slightly, “see what happened was” you began. “I don’t want to hear it!” He yelled causing you to close your eyes tightly in regret. You shared a quick glance with Steve feeling like a kid who just got slapped on the wrist. “I expect more from you three. You are my first strings! I don’t want to see this again” he growled. The warning came across loud and clear. “Go get yourselves cleaned up” he dismissed you, “and Cap I want to see the debrief on this on my desk by tonight” he ordered. Steve stood to his full height and curtly nodded his head in agreement, “yes sir”.
“Ahh someone looks like they got a good nights sleep!” Tony joked as he placed a giant family style plate of eggs in front of you. “Yeah yeah not all of us are old enough to claim our AARP benefits and have retired.” You grumbled playfully. “Ouch. See that really is a comment for our good friend Capsicle over there” he gestured in Steve’s direction. From across the room you could see the smirk on Buckys face as his expertly trained ears picked up on your words. “And I’m not retired. Just pulling back my hours” Tony jested popping a forkful of eggs in his mouth. “Eat up Y/N we had a long night” Steve advised as he sat down next to you. Even after an entire night of combat he managed to still smell fresh while you were purposefully hiding your armpits in hopes no one smelled them with the slightest of arm movement. “Not that hungry, just ready to shower” you shot back quickly stealing two pieces of toast and bouncing to your feet. You were eager to get clean and go to sleep to aid your sore body.
On the way back to your room you had to walk by the medical suite. The glass let you see Bruce hard at work. He casually looked up and put a thumbs up in the air as if to ask of you were feeling ok. You quickly responded with a thumbs up as well before heading down the south hallway. While you waited for the elevator at the end of the hall you couldn’t help but relive every moment of last night in your mind. The way he held you so tight. His scent. His voice in your ear. It sent chills down your spine. The beep alerting you of the elevator snapped you out of your thoughts which left you feeling empty and cold. Traveling up four floors and to the end suite with a black door and a wreath made of thorns adorning it, you finally made it home. You were one of the lucky ones. Tony, Bucky, you and Spidey had vast balconies with open views all around to see the grounds. On your fourth floor southern wing you had neighbors of Wanda and Vision not to mention Loki. At last after another hour of slowly getting out of your suit from last night and getting stuck in your ripped leather pants for awhile, you were finally laying your body to rest. Every muscle screamed with an ache as you tried to relax yourself enough to drift into a sleep.
You had blacked out for three hours when your eyes opened again. Groaning you looked at the clock highly annoyed with your body’s natural rhythm. “Come on y/n go back to sleep. Don’t do this now” you coached yourself out loud. You were a notorious one for roaming the halls at night due to your insomnia. You closed your eyes to try again and laid still for about five minutes. The sounds of the birds and recruits running drills on the grounds filled your ears. It became overwhelming. Without even thinking you had tossed your pillow across the room in anger. You angrily walked out to your balcony taking in the scenes of the day around you. The sun shone bright in the sky warming your skin. You didn’t want to admit it but it felt incredibly good. It was calling you back into the hustle and bustle of the day rather than your bed. Quickly you tied up your hair and poured a drink from your bar cart. A double jack and coke. Taking a sip you moaned in satisfaction and headed out your door.
Your feet took you outside to the back main grounds. Maybe a walk would coax you back into the relaxation you desperately needed. Only a few moments passed by before your training had alerted you that someone was behind you and indeed your ears picked up on the footsteps. These were well trained and mostly silent. They stayed in the path of your own. “I thought you only roamed at nighttime” Buckys soft voice wafted into your ears and down to your chest where he made it hard to breathe. “Couldn’t sleep?” You asked him and he nodded his head yes pushing back his long hair. “Something like that” he sighed, “mind if I join?” He motioned to the path ahead of you. “Of course not” you smiled as you sipped your drink. “Let me try that” he demanded softly grabbing your glass before you could say no. He took a sip and coughed. “Damn you could give Tony a run for his money. You are a heavy handed bartender. That’s a woman after my own heart” he chuckled handing the glass back to you. The blush evident on your cheeks and it wasn’t the alcohol. It made it hard to walk thinking of you being his. That was something you didn’t think could ever be possible. You were always going to be his team mate and that’s all. “Tell me something I wouldn’t know about you” he wondered opening up conversation after a few beats of comfortable silence. “Bucky you know me pretty well.” You argued. “Eh just try. I’m sure you could surprise me.” He pressured with a devilish smile on his face. “Ok fine” you accepted the challenges and fell silent staring at the clouds as you thought of something good. “Ok one time when I was six I went horseback riding. And it was amazing! Probably the happiest I had been the whole summer that is…until I fell face first in a pile of mud.” You admitted. “Did the horse buck you off?” He asked clearly interested. “Hell yeah he bucked me off and when I looked up wiping mud from my eyes a giant toad was sitting there and croaked at me. I ran away screaming! And ever since that day I’ve been afraid of all frogs and toads. You will not see me ever dressing up as the princess and the frog for Halloween” you laughed. Bucky threw his head back with a smile as he took in the story. You had never seen him so alive. More importantly you had never been the person to make him feel this way.
An hour of passing anecdotes back and forth and you both were ready to rest your legs. Underneath the shade of a willow tree you laid on the soft, warm grass. Bucky lay next to you. “You make things seem normal. You make me feel normal” he mumbled but your ears caught every word. All you could do was lay there and try not  to get the big fat smile on your face noticed by him. “I’m glad” was all you could say even though your heart was about to take off into space. The pair of you laid in the grass for another two hours side by side in silence. Bucky looked over at you and found you facing him with closed eyes now peacefully asleep. He smiled to himself taking you in and feeling content for the first time in awhile. He turned his head back to the sky and closed his eyes as well. He finally felt safe enough to do so.
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Switching Positions
Pairings: Switch!bucky x switch!reader
Summary: You can’t help your need to control every so often…
Warnings: SMUT: [Oral (f receiving; m brief) fingering, Handjob, Masturbation (m and f), Mutual Masturbation, lots of dirty talk, Begging, Edging, P in V sex, Unprotected Sex, Riding, Degradation (dumb baby, whore, slut, etc.), Praise kink, size kink, choking kink, spit kink, breeding kink, Switch!bucky, Switch!reader], USE OF PET NAMES [(f: my love, doll, babygirl, baby, princess) m: love, puppy, pretty boy, baby, daddy)], Talk of wanting kids, FLUFF at the end
Word Count: 4,460
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One thing to know about Bucky: he always feels the need to be touching you at all times. This morning you woke up moaning because James thought a great idea would be to wake you up to him lapping at your juices. Once you grew conscious enough to know where the fuck you even were you quickly threw the covers away from your body and found your loving boyfriend sucking your clit while flickering his eyes up to you. He moaned onto you and then came off you for a split second just to say, “Good morning, my love.” And went right back to his task.
“Bucky!” You tried to sound frustrated, but at the exact moment you opened your mouth Bucky plunged two fingers into your dripping hole, making you whimper out his name. You look down into his beautiful blue eyes and throw your head back in ecstasy.
He swirls his tongue around your clit as he slowly started thrusting his fingers in and out of you. With the way he was working you, you just knew you weren’t gonna last long! Especially when he suddenly adds a third finger and curls them to hit your g-spot with every movement of his fingers.
“Fuck, JAMES!! It’s six in the morning!” He was gonna be the death of you.
He simply moans and quickens his fingers to a brutal pace.
Your legs begin to shake and you can feel your orgasm oh, so close.
“Oh, Bucky! I’m gonna cum!” You screamed out. “Bucky, Bucky, BUCKY!”
He lets off your clit and watches you. “Look at me, doll.”
His dominant voice did things to you and that’s what did it for you. The coil snapped and you came with a shout of his name.
“Oh, y/n. You’re so pretty when you cum all over my fingers. Just like that, make a mess for me… Good girl.” The punishing pace of his fingers doesn’t let up, that and his words send you tumbling over the edge for a second time.
“Again? God, you’re so good to me.” He groans out and slows his fingers down to ride you through your high. He slowly takes his fingers out and makes a show of sucking them clean. You moan out loud as you watch him and already feel your core burning for desire again. And he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.
You sit up and kiss him, still tasting yourself on his lips. You drop your hand to the bulge in his pants and smirk when he whimpers slightly. You pull away and look into his eyes. “Good morning, love.” You say in a sweet, innocent voice as you pull your hand away from the super soldier and get up to head to the shower.
Bucky groans in frustration. “Hey, get back here.” When you don’t listen he storms over to the bathroom, but you stop him right before he can get in.
“Ah, ah, Buck. I need to get ready for the day. And so do you.”
“I wanna take a shower, too!” He whines, which only makes you smirk at him.
“You’re not the one with cum dripping down your thighs. And naughty boys don’t get what they want, so you can wait right out here.” You gave him an innocent smile and quickly closed the door.
Of course you want Bucky with you. You just don’t think you could go another round. You need some time to recover from the mind-blowing orgasms he just gave you!
When you come out of the bathroom Bucky was nowhere to be found. So, you quickly got dressed and ran downstairs to find him. Once you got to the main floor, the smell of bacon hits you but you gotta find Bucky. You walk into the kitchen to ask if anyone’s seen him and you’re surprised to find him cooking eggs and bacon.
The last time Bucky tried to cook was on Christmas two years ago. He wanted to cook Christmas tree shaped blueberry pancakes for everyone, but he had left the pancakes on for a bit longer than necessary and once he went to flip them they were all burned. They still tasted okay, just crispy. From that day on, he made up his mind to never cook again.
“Hey, love.” You say as you walk over to him. He simply gives you a death stare. “What’s wrong?”
Bucky scoffs, “you know what’s wrong.”
Then it hit you. “Oh, you’re upset because I wouldn’t let you take a shower?”
“I needed you, babygirl.”
You give him a hug from behind. “I’m sorry, Buck. You have me now” you say, trying to cheer him up.
He places the eggs and bacon on two plates and then turns around to face you, planting a soft kiss to your lips. “I know, I just wanna make your day extra-special.”
“You already have. You woke me up with the best surprise and then I came downstairs and you cooked me breakfast even though I left you all hot and bothered.”
He kisses the tip of your nose and smiles down at you. “I guess those are all true.” He picks up the plates and places them on the table. “Come have breakfast with me, doll.”
There’s something in his voice that makes you hesitant. But you shake it off and sit next to him. After about eight minutes of silence you can’t take it anymore. “What’s wrong, Buck?”
He keeps his head down, eyes trained on his plate. “Nothing.”
“Something is definitely up, what is it?” He sighs but says nothing. “If you don’t tell me, I know how to make you tell me…”
At that his head snaps up, eyes locking with yours. “And how would you do that, doll?”
You trail your hands from his knee to his upper thigh and lean in to whisper in his ear. “I could always fuck the answer out of you.”
Once the words leave your lips he throws his head back and groans. “Oh, y/n. You and that filthy mouth are gonna kill me.”
Your hand travels higher up to the slight bulge in his pants and you lightly palm him. “We wouldn’t want that, now would we, Buck?”
“Sh-shit, y/n”
“I wanna feel you in my mouth, Bucky. I wanna make you cum so hard. Want you to fuck my face and-“ You heard the ‘ding’ of the elevator and immediately pull your hand away and turn back to your plate.
Bucky whimpers at the loss of contact and you just know he’s beyond frustrated.
A few seconds later Sam, Steve, and Nat walk in, sweaty from their early-morning training.
Nat’s the first one to notice you and Bucky sitting at the table. “You two are up early!”
You look to Bucky then back to the group. “Yeah, Bucky just wanted to make some breakfast for me…” You prayed to God that nobody noticed the slight crack in your voice and the silence Bucky and was sitting in.
But, of course Sam just had to ask questions. “You alright there, Buck? You look a little flushed.”
James simply nods and continues staring at his plate. He clears his throat.
“Umm… you sure?” Steve asks, concerned.
He clears his throat again, “Yeah, just a bit hot.”
“Oh, okay…”
“Anyway, good morning, y/n!” Nat says as she runs to give you a hug.
“Good morning, Nat!” You stand up and give her a tight hug.
“Do you have any plans for the day?” Nat asks.
“Umm, I haven’t made any. So, I guess not.”
They all give you a smirk then look away quickly. Peculiar. You let it slide for now, remembering the state your boyfriend is in behind you. “Anyway, I better go get ready for the day. I’ll see you guys later! C’mon, Buck. I need some help figuring out what I should do today.”
He remains silent and stands up, following you to the elevator.
“Oh, y/n!” Nat calls out. “We’re going shopping in a bit, so be ready!”
“Yes, ma’am!”
Once the elevator doors close Bucky let’s our a sigh of relief. “I thought we were never getting out of there” he whines.
“I’m sorry, Bucky.”
“You’re gonna pay for this, doll.” There goes the domination in his voice again.
“I know, I know. I will make it up to you, I promise!” Once the doors open you make your way to your room, Bucky following your every step. And the minute you walk into your room, he smashes his lips on yours. You give in for a moment before slowly pulling away. “Bucky-“ you breathe out when his lips travel to your neck. “I-I have to go out with Natasha.”
“We’ll be quick.”
“No, Bucky.” You pull away from him completely and he looks at you with hurt in his eyes.
“But-“
“I’ll take care of you when I get home, I promise.”
He lets out a frustrated sigh, “fine!”
“Good boy!” You give him an innocent smile once you see the look he gives you; and you turn to go get your purse before you jump him and let him make love to you for the rest of the day. “I’ll be back in a few hours, babe. Don’t touch yourself until I get back, I want you needy for me, for my touch.”
“Okay, princess.” You can just hear the smirk in his voice.
“I mean it, James!”
“I know!”
You give him a quick kiss on your way out. “Be a good boy.”
“Yes, ma’am” he gives you a little salute, making you giggle.
“I’ll see you in a few hours.”
“Okay!”
As your going downstairs your mind wanders to the super soldier. You know he’s gonna touch himself while you’re gone, and you know all the ways you’re gonna teach him to be your good boy. That’s the thing about Bucky; he can be so dominant and rough and the next moment he’s a babbling mess for you. Just thinking about it has you getting wet.
“Hey, love. Ready to go?” Natasha asks.
“Yep!”
***
Eight stores, four and a half hours later and you’re beyond tired. You got two sundresses, a new bikini, perfume, and a short, skin-tight black dress Nat insisted you buy because apparently “Barnes won’t be able to keep his hands off you!” Little did Natasha know, he is already unable to keep his hands to himself!
When you got home you rushed upstairs to your room and what you found made you stop dead in your tracks.
There your super soldier of a boyfriend was; laying on your bed with his metal arm wrapped around his thick cock. Head thrown back and moaning. You walked up to your desk and sit in your chair. “Looks like someone’s been having some fun…”
At the sound of your voice Bucky freezes and snaps his eyes open. “Y-Y/n, you-you’re back!”
“And you’re doing the one thing I told you not to do.”
“I’m s-sorry.”
“You can’t even follow the simplest of orders.”
“I-I can f-follow orders.”
The way he’s a stuttering mess has you dripping wet. But you have to keep your composure, tease him a bit more. “If you can follow orders, then you’ll listen when I tell you to do something.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Ok, I want you to continue what you were doing. But you don’t cum until I tell you to cum! You understand?”
“Fuck, yes!”
“Go on, puppy.” You watch for his reaction to the pet name and you smile when you see him visibly melt a little. “Fuck yourself while I watch.”
He looks up at you confused. “Y-You aren’t gonna touch me?”
“No, naughty boys don’t get touched.”
“Y/n, I’m sorry!” He whines out and you want nothing more to jump on the bed and ride him until you can’t anymore.
“I know you are. Now, I wanna see you make yourself cum and then, maybe, you can have me.”
He starts gliding his hand along his shaft at that. Bucky closes his eyes when his thumb brushes over his slit and whimpers.
“Eyes on me, pretty boy.” You snap at him.
He looks into your eyes and his motions quicken. The way his hand is running up and down the length of his glistening cock has you clenching your thighs. That’s when an absolutely filthy thought pops into your head. You quickly remove you clothes until your just in your panties. Bucky eyes your peaked nipples and moans as he quickens his pace once again, his hips slightly thrusting into his hand.
He watches as your hand travels to your breasts and your fingers start tweaking your hard nipples. You moan out loud at the feeling, which has Bucky groaning. You watch his dick twitch slightly and you know he’s close to cumming undone.
“You gonna cum, baby? Gonna make a mess all over my sheets?”
Bucky whimpers at your words, ready to burst any minute.
“I need to hear your words, puppy.”
“Y-yes I’m gonna cum, y/n. Please, can I cum?”
You just sit there watching the way his hand still doesn’t let up the pace as his legs begin to shake slightly. Fuck, that’s hot!
“Please! I need to cum so bad; I’ve needed it all day. Please!”
“No.”
Bucky let’s out a pathetic whine as he stops his ministrations, breathing heavily. “Fuck, please! Y/n, please. I need it so bad.”
“I know you do. But bad boys don’t get to cum so easily.”
He looks at you with pleading eyes, and your heart melts, wanting to give him everything he so desperately wants.
“You’re gonna watch me like a good boy, and you don’t touch yourself until I tell you to, okay?”
“Okay.”
At that, you stand up and climb over Bucky to get to the other side of the bed; ghosting your fingers across his chest, making him whimper slightly. You sit against the wall and slowly open your legs for the super soldier, looking into his eyes as you do so. You slowly trail you fingers down your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your panties and pass the place you need attention the most. As you trail your fingers down to your knees you can clearly see the hunger in Bucky’s eyes. He needs to see your pussy probably as much as you need him to fill you up. Once you get to your knees, you slowly make your way back to your aching core. When your fingers get to your panties you rub two of your fingers over your clothes folds until you reach your clothed clit. You add a little bit of pressure to your clit and that makes you moan out from sensitivity. You’ve been edging yourself for a good twenty minutes now!
When you finally take off your panties you and Bucky both groan in relief.
When you run your fingers through your folds that’s what makes Bucky absolutely desperate. He brings his hand up to touch you, but you give him a glare that makes him whine. “If you’re a good boy you can touch me all you want. You said you wanted to give me anything I wanted; so just sit and watch.”
“But-” He starts.
You just shake your head and he immediately shuts up. At that, you continue your teasing; bringing two fingers to circle your clit. You moan out as the pleasure runs up your spine, everything in you wanting so desperately for it to be Bucky’s fingers teasing you. “Oh, Bucky!
At the sound of his name, he whimpers lowly and grips the sheets tightly underneath him. The only way to stop from touching you.
You trail your fingers down to your entrance. “James, baby, touch yourself for me.” The moment he grips himself you insert your pointer and middle fingers into your dripping hole. You both moan out loud and Bucky closes his eyes from the pleasure. “Look at me, baby.”
He snaps his eyes open, unaware that he even closed them. “Move, Bucky.”
He slowly moves his hand up and down his shaft, pace the same as your fingers thrusting in and out of your pussy. Watching his desperate eyes has you throwing your head back in pleasure. You can feel your pussy throbbing with the need to cum. You curl your fingers and bring your other hand to play with your breasts. With the curl of your fingers, you’re able to hit your g-spot with each stroke of your fingers. Bucky runs his thumb over his slit and his hips stutter. God, the way he loses control for you. You can feel the coil tighten and you know you won’t last much longer.
“F-Fuck, BUCKY!”
“D-doll. Please, can I cum? Please, please.” Bucky begs, and that’s what does it for you.
“Y-YES! Cum for me, Bucky. Cum.”
With that last word you cum together. The way Bucky’s chest is heaving as he cums is enough to get you through your high. Once you’ve finally come down you make your way to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth to get Bucky cleaned off. As you walk back out you notice Bucky’s still trying to catch his breath. You crawl between his legs and gently wipe his lower stomach, then you make your way to his half-limp dick and toss the towel away. He looks down at you, slightly confused. You slowly lick from the base to the tip of his cock and he whines out in sensitivity. You look up at him with innocent eyes and take him into your mouth, immediately feeling him harder.
“Y-Y/N!” He yells out.
You let off him with a pop, “Yes, love?”
“I-I please, I need more. Please.”
“So greedy” you tsk. “I just made you cum three minutes ago and you want more?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Well, gotta keep my good boy satisfied.” You say as you straddle the super soldier, wanting nothing more than to feel his painfully hard cock deep inside of you. You grab hold of him and guide him through your folds, moaning when the tip hits your clit.
“C’mon, baby. I need you, please.” He’s a whining mess again.
You smile down at him and slowly sink down until he’s bottomed out. You both let out a loud moan, needing this from the moment you woke up this morning. The moment you raise your hips and slam them back down is when you know you won’t be in control for much longer; already going cock-drunk.
“Oh, God, y/n! You feel so good wrapped around me! So, so good!” Hell, even Bucky is turning into a babbling mess, which gives you a little boost of confidence.
“Sh-shit! You like that Bucky? You like my pussy clenching around your fat cock?”
That has Bucky throwing his head back and whining loudly. “You-you’re pussy is so tight. I could just stay under you for the rest of my life.”
You clench harder around him. “T-touch me, James.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice, he brings his hands to your breasts and starts tweaking your nipples. You whine out and that’s when you feel the control start to slip away. Bucky sits up and replaces his left hand with his mouth.
“Oh, God, James! YES!” He brings his metal hand down and rests it on your waist. You still the movement of your hips, “James, I need you to touch me.”
“I am touching you, doll.” You can hear the smirk in his voice.
“N-no, down there.”
“Where, princess?”
Oh, that pet name. You know this is the end of all the control you had only minutes ago. “My pussy!”
He adds a slight pressure to your clit with his metal thumb; the cold making you jolt forward slightly. Once he starts circling your clit you continue bouncing on his dick. When you look down into his eyes he’s looking up at you with a deep hunger. You speed up your actions and become a babbling mess. “Oh, James! You feel so good, s’deep inside of me. I love the way you fill me up so perfectly.” He comes off you nipple with a pop and you feel him shift so he can fuck up into you, using your waist as leverage. You fall forward onto him. You start kissing his neck, sucking on the skin to leave a mark. With the new position he’s in he’s able to hit your g-spot with each push of his cock. You can practically feel him in your guts at this point.
“Shit! You’re cock is so good, baby! I-I-“ To be honest, you don’t even know what filth is spilling from your mouth. All you know is his cock feels so good. Out of nowhere you feel your orgasm approach quickly, and you start clenching him once again.
“Oh, doll. Are you gonna cum already?” He mocks you, giving a particularly harsh thrust.
You can’t speak anymore. You just nod.
“Are you too dumb to speak? You goin’ drunk on my cock?” You just moan as a response. He flips you over so he’s on top of you and pulls out till it’s just the head inside of you. “You can think you’re in control all you want. But we both know the moment I get my cock inside you, you’re just a dumb baby.”
You try to think of something, anything, to say, but there’s nothing.
“Buc- AH!” He suddenly slams into you.
“Oh, princess… that’s not my name.”
Oh, fuck. You’re absolutely fucked. He pulls out and slams back into you. “C’mon be a good girl. I know you can do it.” He taunts you, pulling out once again and slams right back in after a few seconds.
“DADDY!” You scream.
“Mmm, that’s more like it.” Bucky starts a punishing pace and you throw your head back from the pleasure building up. “Look at me, y/n.” His voice is bordering on dangerous and you try to look back up into his beautiful eyes, you’re just too far gone. Bucky brings his metal hand up to your throat and squeezes slightly. You instantly snap your eyes up to his and clench.
“Oh, you’re such a dirty girl. Taking whatever Daddy will give you. Fuck! Clenching me so tight.” He stares at your lips and his hips slow ever so slightly. “Open your mouth, babygirl.” You look at him confused before you tentatively open your mouth. Then Bucky does the unthinkable: he spits in your mouth. The thought of it is absolutely filthy, something you would never want. Or, so you thought.
“Swallow.” And just like he said, you do. Once you get it down you find yourself opening your mouth for him again.
“Oh, God. Your so filthy, baby. You like that? Like when Daddy spits in your mouth?”
You nod and plead with your eyes for him to do it again. And when he does you waste no time in swallowing all he gives you.
“You’re such a good little whore, aren’t you?” You only whimper. His hold on your throat tightens, “I said, you’re a whore, aren’t you.”
“Fuck, yes! I’m your little whore Daddy!” That’s when he loses all control and starts fucking you without abandon. “Oh, Daddy! You’re so big. Oh, YES!”
“Fuck, princess! I love the way you take me. You’re just so good to me.” The praise makes you a bit dizzy as you feel the coil tighten inside you. Bucky rubs tight circles on your clit and you let out an almost pornographic moan. “I can feel you, you’re close aren’t ‘ya?”
“Yes, Daddy.” You look up at him with pleading eyes, on the verge of tears.
“Gonna cum all over my cock, make a mess all over?”
You whimper out a ‘yes’.
“Gonna milk me dry? Let me fill you up like a little cumslut?”
“Oh, yes! Fuck!”
Bucky almost doubled over when he feels you tighten around him at the thought of him filling you up and he can’t help the feeling that bubbles inside him. “Sh-it! You’re such a dirty slut. Want Daddy to fill you up? Fuck a baby into you?”
“Yes, Daddy. I wanna carry your baby, make you a daddy. Fill me up, please! I need it.”
Bucky’s hips stutter at your words, ready to spill into you right now. “You can’t say shit like that, gonna blow my load and make it a reality.” He starts to pull out but you wrap your legs around his waist and bring him impossibly deeper inside you.
“Y-y/n I-I need to pull out.”
You stare deeply into his eyes. “You’re not pulling out, James. You are cumming inside of me.” You’re a babbling mess at this point; continuously telling Bucky that you want need him to fill you up with his seed. “Bucky, baby, look at me.” He looks into your eyes, desperate. You go soft for him, “I want you to fill me up, Bucky. I want to have your kids. I want it all with you. I love you so much, my love. Please, please! Fill me up!”
At that, Bucky starts panting and his thrusting becomes erratic and you can feel your impending orgasm about to wash over you. Just need a little more…
Bucky circles your clit with his thumb and whispers in your ear, “Come with me, y/n.”
And with those last words you let the pleasure consume you as you feel Bucky still deep inside you and let go, bursts of hot cum filling you up; heightening the euphoric state you’re in. You and Bucky stay like that for a while, just staring into each other’s eyes until he pulls out and lays next to you, completely exhausted.
He cuddles you into his chest and sighs contentedly.
“I never knew you wanted kids, Buck.”
You feel him stiffen and you’re worried he doesn’t, it was just some kink, until he finally inhales and speaks. “Have for a while, love… Just never thought you’d want any. Unless you-“
You cut him off by turning around in his arms. “I meant what I said… I want everything with you. I love you, James Buchanan Barnes.” He smiles at his full name and you give him a peck on the lips.
“And I love you, Y/n m/n Barnes.”
“Did you just-?”
Bucky attacks you with kisses all over your face. “Yes, doll. You said you wanted everything, so you get my last name too.”
He’s going to be the death of you. “God, I love you more than you know, Buck.”
And he goes back to peppering you with kisses. And you fall asleep in each other’s arms.
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