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Love Me to Death
✧ Pairing — Avengers!Bucky Barnes x Siren!Fem!Reader
✧ Summary — The Avengers compound receives a new recruit. She’s a siren who can make anyone fall deathly in love with her with one word. Bucky immediately takes interest in her as he discovers she’s mute, for good reason of course.
✧ Warnings — light angst, hints to past trauma, mentions of bucky’s trauma, hints to PTSD, hints of anxiety
series masterlist ✧ inbox open
You would never get over the view of the Atlantic Ocean. The way you found yourself getting lost as your eyes focused further and further into the distance. The way the earth curved, the way it appeared the ocean just dropped off. Nobody could ever know what went on out there, what happened when there were no wandering eyes. The secrets that the water held, the dark beauty that painted the waters.
Of course, this wasn’t a goodbye forever— just for a while. You couldn't help the pain that formed in your chest, the way your eyes watered at the last view glimpses of your home.
"You about ready to go (Y/n)?" Fury asked from the sand below.
You turned your head towards him, not missing the quick flash of guilt that passed through his expression. You turned back towards the water, taking one last deep breath in— the crisp air filling your lungs.
"If everything works out the way it should— you'll be back here soon." He reminded you, and you knew that was an estimation.
It was the best outcome that you'd return— but the chances were slim. Considering everything, this might as well be the last time you'll ever set foot on this rock, looking at this view that you'd grown to love so much.
You stepped down from the rock, standing next to Fury with a solemn look. You shook your head and avoided his eyes, you couldn't seem to come up with a good answer— so you shoved your way of communicating in your pockets. Plus, you didn't feel like signing a bullshit response— you were upset and you had the right to be.
"Remember I'm not the bad guy here, and neither are you. This is just how things need to be for a while." He reminded you, trying his best to make this feel less forced.
You gave in and signed the only thing you could come up with for now.
I know. You signed before you shoved your hand back in your pocket.
He gave a tiny smile, one that didn't seem genuine but you didn't seem to care too much.
“I don’t know why I have to be here.” Bucky grumbled, running a hand through his hair in stress.
Natasha rolled her eyes, giving Sam a smack on the head to wake him up. He was falling asleep on the couch when it wasn’t the time.
“Rude! I was sleeping.” Sam complained.
“Don’t care— and Buck you need to be here. We are receiving a new recruit.” She explained.
Bucky let out a sigh, shrugging his shoulders— wondering why Nat. thought he cared.
“We always receive new recruits. What’s so different about this one?” He wondered, earning a stare from the redhead before she replied.
Her features grew serious, all kicking and joking stripped from her face.
“This one is enhanced… and deadly.”
His eyes widened and all at once he understood his place now. He was here when things went wrong— the expendable one. Although it made his jaw clench, slight anger running through his veins— he nodded in understanding otherwise.
Natasha seemed to read him without him having to utter another word, she immediately backtracked.
“God, it’s like I can hear you thinking— you’re here because you’re part of the team. Everyone, including you is meeting her.” She corrected, watching his features soften slightly.
“How do you do that?” He asked, squinting his eyes in defense.
She was always able to read his mind, hell— everyone’s!
She laughed, shrugging her shoulder— avoiding to answer his question to mess with him.
“She’s a woman, of course she can read your thoughts. They all can.” Sam added from the couch, trying to drift back to sleep.
Natasha threw a pillow at Sam’s face, taking him by surprise.
“Oh shut it Wilson.” She mumbled, with a roll of her eyes.
“Ow! Why’re you so violent today?” He asked, sitting up and walking towards the bookshelf in the living room.
Natasha smiled to herself, taking his words more as a compliment than an insult.
“Everyone else will be here soon, but seriously— I know you know what it’s like to feel like an outsider when you first showed up here. I want you to help her out, okay?” The redhead asked, earning a scowl from him.
“Why me? Everyone at some point has had to feel like that too— c’mon Nat! I was just starting to settle down here, almost have a little routine for myself. How do you know she won’t be afraid of me— I’m sure she’ll know who I am.” He rambled on, complaint after complaint.
The redhead rubbed a hand down her face.
“I’m not asking you to marry her— just help her out, while she’s settles in.” She told him.
He sighed, knowing he wouldn’t be able to get out of this. He nodded, but kept a scowl on his face. This was not how he expected the day to go.
Soon enough, Fury was walking a surprisingly pretty woman into the room where all the Avengers either stood or sat waiting.
It wasn’t supposed to be a dig, Bucky only assumed she’d be less… pretty— with the way Natasha had described her. Deadly. He was expecting a more disturbed, haunting character— not this beautiful face.
“I’m sure all of you have heard whispers here and there— so this isn’t entirely new to any of you. Well… maybe some of you.” Fury mumbled, looking in Sam’s direction. “You are receiving a new member. She will be an amazing addition to the team— powerful and will help keep you all alive.”
Everyone said hello, waving and sending warm smiles her way— Bucky could only imagine the nerves of this woman with all the staring.
She seemed to be holding up quite well, in fact— she seemed glum. Her face was sagging with defeat every so slightly— enough for Bucky to notice of course. He immediately felt drawn to her distress, wanting to know the cause of it.
“Now, as all of you noticed. She doesn’t speak, and will not speak unless she is to do so. Meaning while in a mission, or any other situation where one of you are in danger.” Fury explained.
Bucky couldn’t help the frown that formed in his face. It felt wrong to listen to Fury talk about her like she was an object and nothing more— just a weapon at their hands. He felt uncomfortable, and almost like a flash in his quick blinks— he suddenly remembered the same feeling back at HYDRA. All of a sudden— it was personal.
“Can I ask why she can’t speak?” Natasha wondered, voicing what most of us were thinking.”
It felt weird to talk about her like she wasn’t standing right in front of us— but she didn’t seem bothered by it. Guess you wouldn’t be bothered either, after years of someone speaking for you.
There was that uncomfortable feeling again.
“Yes, that was the next thing I wanted to discuss.” Fury started, letting the woman take a seat beside him. “(Y/n) is a Siren. One peep from her and you all would fall under a spell. A love spell, you could say.”
Everyone went silent, taking in the new information. Nobody knew how to react— as nobody had experience with a Siren before. In fact— mostly everyone assumed Siren’s were a myth.
“So… what? (Y/n) talks and we all go in a trance? How do you get out of it?” Scott asked from the back row.
Fury shook his head, sneaking a glance at (Y/n) before speaking.
“You don’t. You stay trapped in the trance until death.” Fury finished.
Everyone’s mouth went into O’s, silence taking over the room yet again. Half of the group were intimidated— while the other half which contained the stronger Avengers, such as Thor and Wanda— they were impressed.
“A love spell that kills you? Wow.” Natasha muttered to herself, having never heard of something like this before.
(Y/n) surprised everyone when she started signing something in her seat, a shameful expression on her face as she did so.
“What did she just say?” Sam asked, looking at both Bucky and Nat.
Bucky and Natasha shared a look with each other, looking back a you before revealing to the rest of the group.
“She said, you’ll love me to death.” Natasha told them.
Everyone grew rigid at that sentence. The sinister way the endearing saying went from sweet to dark. Even Wanda and Thor gulped, swallowing in fear. (Y/n) was new too, nobody knew if they could trust her yet. Even with the approval from Fury— everyone felt a little on edge.
Meanwhile, Bucky gazed at her with a new fascination. Something in him pushed him towards her— something inside him wanted to know everything about her.
He wondered why.
A/N: this seems short and i’m sorry if it feels rushed, but i just wanted to get this out there. has been sitting in my drafts for awhile. hasn’t been proof read 👀
TAGLIST: @billy-reads @potatothots @buckyb-stan @kmc1989 @silverfire13 @ghostofwinter @hanihoney88 @stilesofhannah @skittle479 @marvelogic @meetmeatyourworst @engie115 @wilsons-striped-ties @x209x @kandis-mom @l0kilaufeys0n7
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Love Me to Death
✧ Pairing — Avengers!Bucky Barnes x Siren!Fem!Reader
✧ Summary — The Avengers compound receives a new recruit. She’s a siren who can make anyone fall deathly in love with her with one word. Bucky immediately takes interest in her as he discovers she’s mute, for good reason of course.
✧ Warnings — light angst, hints to past trauma, mentions of bucky’s trauma, hints to PTSD, hints of anxiety
series masterlist ✧ inbox open
You would never get over the view of the Atlantic Ocean. The way you found yourself getting lost as your eyes focused further and further into the distance. The way the earth curved, the way it appeared the ocean just dropped off. Nobody could ever know what went on out there, what happened when there were no wandering eyes. The secrets that the water held, the dark beauty that painted the waters.
Of course, this wasn’t a goodbye forever— just for a while. You couldn't help the pain that formed in your chest, the way your eyes watered at the last view glimpses of your home.
"You about ready to go (Y/n)?" Fury asked from the sand below.
You turned your head towards him, not missing the quick flash of guilt that passed through his expression. You turned back towards the water, taking one last deep breath in— the crisp air filling your lungs.
"If everything works out the way it should— you'll be back here soon." He reminded you, and you knew that was an estimation.
It was the best outcome that you'd return— but the chances were slim. Considering everything, this might as well be the last time you'll ever set foot on this rock, looking at this view that you'd grown to love so much.
You stepped down from the rock, standing next to Fury with a solemn look. You shook your head and avoided his eyes, you couldn't seem to come up with a good answer— so you shoved your way of communicating in your pockets. Plus, you didn't feel like signing a bullshit response— you were upset and you had the right to be.
"Remember I'm not the bad guy here, and neither are you. This is just how things need to be for a while." He reminded you, trying his best to make this feel less forced.
You gave in and signed the only thing you could come up with for now.
I know. You signed before you shoved your hand back in your pocket.
He gave a tiny smile, one that didn't seem genuine but you didn't seem to care too much.
“I don’t know why I have to be here.” Bucky grumbled, running a hand through his hair in stress.
Natasha rolled her eyes, giving Sam a smack on the head to wake him up. He was falling asleep on the couch when it wasn’t the time.
“Rude! I was sleeping.” Sam complained.
“Don’t care— and Buck you need to be here. We are receiving a new recruit.” She explained.
Bucky let out a sigh, shrugging his shoulders— wondering why Nat. thought he cared.
“We always receive new recruits. What’s so different about this one?” He wondered, earning a stare from the redhead before she replied.
Her features grew serious, all kicking and joking stripped from her face.
“This one is enhanced… and deadly.”
His eyes widened and all at once he understood his place now. He was here when things went wrong— the expendable one. Although it made his jaw clench, slight anger running through his veins— he nodded in understanding otherwise.
Natasha seemed to read him without him having to utter another word, she immediately backtracked.
“God, it’s like I can hear you thinking— you’re here because you’re part of the team. Everyone, including you is meeting her.” She corrected, watching his features soften slightly.
“How do you do that?” He asked, squinting his eyes in defense.
She was always able to read his mind, hell— everyone’s!
She laughed, shrugging her shoulder— avoiding to answer his question to mess with him.
“She’s a woman, of course she can read your thoughts. They all can.” Sam added from the couch, trying to drift back to sleep.
Natasha threw a pillow at Sam’s face, taking him by surprise.
“Oh shut it Wilson.” She mumbled, with a roll of her eyes.
“Ow! Why’re you so violent today?” He asked, sitting up and walking towards the bookshelf in the living room.
Natasha smiled to herself, taking his words more as a compliment than an insult.
“Everyone else will be here soon, but seriously— I know you know what it’s like to feel like an outsider when you first showed up here. I want you to help her out, okay?” The redhead asked, earning a scowl from him.
“Why me? Everyone at some point has had to feel like that too— c’mon Nat! I was just starting to settle down here, almost have a little routine for myself. How do you know she won’t be afraid of me— I’m sure she’ll know who I am.” He rambled on, complaint after complaint.
The redhead rubbed a hand down her face.
“I’m not asking you to marry her— just help her out, while she’s settles in.” She told him.
He sighed, knowing he wouldn’t be able to get out of this. He nodded, but kept a scowl on his face. This was not how he expected the day to go.
Soon enough, Fury was walking a surprisingly pretty woman into the room where all the Avengers either stood or sat waiting.
It wasn’t supposed to be a dig, Bucky only assumed she’d be less… pretty— with the way Natasha had described her. Deadly. He was expecting a more disturbed, haunting character— not this beautiful face.
“I’m sure all of you have heard whispers here and there— so this isn’t entirely new to any of you. Well… maybe some of you.” Fury mumbled, looking in Sam’s direction. “You are receiving a new member. She will be an amazing addition to the team— powerful and will help keep you all alive.”
Everyone said hello, waving and sending warm smiles her way— Bucky could only imagine the nerves of this woman with all the staring.
She seemed to be holding up quite well, in fact— she seemed glum. Her face was sagging with defeat every so slightly— enough for Bucky to notice of course. He immediately felt drawn to her distress, wanting to know the cause of it.
“Now, as all of you noticed. She doesn’t speak, and will not speak unless she is to do so. Meaning while in a mission, or any other situation where one of you are in danger.” Fury explained.
Bucky couldn’t help the frown that formed in his face. It felt wrong to listen to Fury talk about her like she was an object and nothing more— just a weapon at their hands. He felt uncomfortable, and almost like a flash in his quick blinks— he suddenly remembered the same feeling back at HYDRA. All of a sudden— it was personal.
“Can I ask why she can’t speak?” Natasha wondered, voicing what most of us were thinking.”
It felt weird to talk about her like she wasn’t standing right in front of us— but she didn’t seem bothered by it. Guess you wouldn’t be bothered either, after years of someone speaking for you.
There was that uncomfortable feeling again.
“Yes, that was the next thing I wanted to discuss.” Fury started, letting the woman take a seat beside him. “(Y/n) is a Siren. One peep from her and you all would fall under a spell. A love spell, you could say.”
Everyone went silent, taking in the new information. Nobody knew how to react— as nobody had experience with a Siren before. In fact— mostly everyone assumed Siren’s were a myth.
“So… what? (Y/n) talks and we all go in a trance? How do you get out of it?” Scott asked from the back row.
Fury shook his head, sneaking a glance at (Y/n) before speaking.
“You don’t. You stay trapped in the trance until death.” Fury finished.
Everyone’s mouth went into O’s, silence taking over the room yet again. Half of the group were intimidated— while the other half which contained the stronger Avengers, such as Thor and Wanda— they were impressed.
“A love spell that kills you? Wow.” Natasha muttered to herself, having never heard of something like this before.
(Y/n) surprised everyone when she started signing something in her seat, a shameful expression on her face as she did so.
“What did she just say?” Sam asked, looking at both Bucky and Nat.
Bucky and Natasha shared a look with each other, looking back a you before revealing to the rest of the group.
“She said, you’ll love me to death.” Natasha told them.
Everyone grew rigid at that sentence. The sinister way the endearing saying went from sweet to dark. Even Wanda and Thor gulped, swallowing in fear. (Y/n) was new too, nobody knew if they could trust her yet. Even with the approval from Fury— everyone felt a little on edge.
Meanwhile, Bucky gazed at her with a new fascination. Something in him pushed him towards her— something inside him wanted to know everything about her.
He wondered why.
A/N: this seems short and i’m sorry if it feels rushed, but i just wanted to get this out there. has been sitting in my drafts for awhile. hasn’t been proof read 👀
TAGLIST: @billy-reads @potatothots @buckyb-stan @kmc1989 @silverfire13 @ghostofwinter @hanihoney88 @stilesofhannah @skittle479 @marvelogic @meetmeatyourworst @engie115 @wilsons-striped-ties @x209x @kandis-mom @l0kilaufeys0n7
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Love Me to Death
✧ Pairing — Avengers!Bucky Barnes x Siren!Fem!Reader
✧ Summary — The Avengers compound receives a new recruit. She’s a siren who can make anyone fall deathly in love with her with one word. Bucky immediately takes interest in her as he discovers she’s mute, for good reason of course.
✧ Warnings — light angst, hints to past trauma, mentions of bucky’s trauma, hints to PTSD, hints of anxiety
series masterlist ✧ inbox open
You would never get over the view of the Atlantic Ocean. The way you found yourself getting lost as your eyes focused further and further into the distance. The way the earth curved, the way it appeared the ocean just dropped off. Nobody could ever know what went on out there, what happened when there were no wandering eyes. The secrets that the water held, the dark beauty that painted the waters.
Of course, this wasn’t a goodbye forever— just for a while. You couldn't help the pain that formed in your chest, the way your eyes watered at the last view glimpses of your home.
"You about ready to go (Y/n)?" Fury asked from the sand below.
You turned your head towards him, not missing the quick flash of guilt that passed through his expression. You turned back towards the water, taking one last deep breath in— the crisp air filling your lungs.
"If everything works out the way it should— you'll be back here soon." He reminded you, and you knew that was an estimation.
It was the best outcome that you'd return— but the chances were slim. Considering everything, this might as well be the last time you'll ever set foot on this rock, looking at this view that you'd grown to love so much.
You stepped down from the rock, standing next to Fury with a solemn look. You shook your head and avoided his eyes, you couldn't seem to come up with a good answer— so you shoved your way of communicating in your pockets. Plus, you didn't feel like signing a bullshit response— you were upset and you had the right to be.
"Remember I'm not the bad guy here, and neither are you. This is just how things need to be for a while." He reminded you, trying his best to make this feel less forced.
You gave in and signed the only thing you could come up with for now.
I know. You signed before you shoved your hand back in your pocket.
He gave a tiny smile, one that didn't seem genuine but you didn't seem to care too much.
“I don’t know why I have to be here.” Bucky grumbled, running a hand through his hair in stress.
Natasha rolled her eyes, giving Sam a smack on the head to wake him up. He was falling asleep on the couch when it wasn’t the time.
“Rude! I was sleeping.” Sam complained.
“Don’t care— and Buck you need to be here. We are receiving a new recruit.” She explained.
Bucky let out a sigh, shrugging his shoulders— wondering why Nat. thought he cared.
“We always receive new recruits. What’s so different about this one?” He wondered, earning a stare from the redhead before she replied.
Her features grew serious, all kicking and joking stripped from her face.
“This one is enhanced… and deadly.”
His eyes widened and all at once he understood his place now. He was here when things went wrong— the expendable one. Although it made his jaw clench, slight anger running through his veins— he nodded in understanding otherwise.
Natasha seemed to read him without him having to utter another word, she immediately backtracked.
“God, it’s like I can hear you thinking— you’re here because you’re part of the team. Everyone, including you is meeting her.” She corrected, watching his features soften slightly.
“How do you do that?” He asked, squinting his eyes in defense.
She was always able to read his mind, hell— everyone’s!
She laughed, shrugging her shoulder— avoiding to answer his question to mess with him.
“She’s a woman, of course she can read your thoughts. They all can.” Sam added from the couch, trying to drift back to sleep.
Natasha threw a pillow at Sam’s face, taking him by surprise.
“Oh shut it Wilson.” She mumbled, with a roll of her eyes.
“Ow! Why’re you so violent today?” He asked, sitting up and walking towards the bookshelf in the living room.
Natasha smiled to herself, taking his words more as a compliment than an insult.
“Everyone else will be here soon, but seriously— I know you know what it’s like to feel like an outsider when you first showed up here. I want you to help her out, okay?” The redhead asked, earning a scowl from him.
“Why me? Everyone at some point has had to feel like that too— c’mon Nat! I was just starting to settle down here, almost have a little routine for myself. How do you know she won’t be afraid of me— I’m sure she’ll know who I am.” He rambled on, complaint after complaint.
The redhead rubbed a hand down her face.
“I’m not asking you to marry her— just help her out, while she’s settles in.” She told him.
He sighed, knowing he wouldn’t be able to get out of this. He nodded, but kept a scowl on his face. This was not how he expected the day to go.
Soon enough, Fury was walking a surprisingly pretty woman into the room where all the Avengers either stood or sat waiting.
It wasn’t supposed to be a dig, Bucky only assumed she’d be less… pretty— with the way Natasha had described her. Deadly. He was expecting a more disturbed, haunting character— not this beautiful face.
“I’m sure all of you have heard whispers here and there— so this isn’t entirely new to any of you. Well… maybe some of you.” Fury mumbled, looking in Sam’s direction. “You are receiving a new member. She will be an amazing addition to the team— powerful and will help keep you all alive.”
Everyone said hello, waving and sending warm smiles her way— Bucky could only imagine the nerves of this woman with all the staring.
She seemed to be holding up quite well, in fact— she seemed glum. Her face was sagging with defeat every so slightly— enough for Bucky to notice of course. He immediately felt drawn to her distress, wanting to know the cause of it.
“Now, as all of you noticed. She doesn’t speak, and will not speak unless she is to do so. Meaning while in a mission, or any other situation where one of you are in danger.” Fury explained.
Bucky couldn’t help the frown that formed in his face. It felt wrong to listen to Fury talk about her like she was an object and nothing more— just a weapon at their hands. He felt uncomfortable, and almost like a flash in his quick blinks— he suddenly remembered the same feeling back at HYDRA. All of a sudden— it was personal.
“Can I ask why she can’t speak?” Natasha wondered, voicing what most of us were thinking.”
It felt weird to talk about her like she wasn’t standing right in front of us— but she didn’t seem bothered by it. Guess you wouldn’t be bothered either, after years of someone speaking for you.
There was that uncomfortable feeling again.
“Yes, that was the next thing I wanted to discuss.” Fury started, letting the woman take a seat beside him. “(Y/n) is a Siren. One peep from her and you all would fall under a spell. A love spell, you could say.”
Everyone went silent, taking in the new information. Nobody knew how to react— as nobody had experience with a Siren before. In fact— mostly everyone assumed Siren’s were a myth.
“So… what? (Y/n) talks and we all go in a trance? How do you get out of it?” Scott asked from the back row.
Fury shook his head, sneaking a glance at (Y/n) before speaking.
“You don’t. You stay trapped in the trance until death.” Fury finished.
Everyone’s mouth went into O’s, silence taking over the room yet again. Half of the group were intimidated— while the other half which contained the stronger Avengers, such as Thor and Wanda— they were impressed.
“A love spell that kills you? Wow.” Natasha muttered to herself, having never heard of something like this before.
(Y/n) surprised everyone when she started signing something in her seat, a shameful expression on her face as she did so.
“What did she just say?” Sam asked, looking at both Bucky and Nat.
Bucky and Natasha shared a look with each other, looking back a you before revealing to the rest of the group.
“She said, you’ll love me to death.” Natasha told them.
Everyone grew rigid at that sentence. The sinister way the endearing saying went from sweet to dark. Even Wanda and Thor gulped, swallowing in fear. (Y/n) was new too, nobody knew if they could trust her yet. Even with the approval from Fury— everyone felt a little on edge.
Meanwhile, Bucky gazed at her with a new fascination. Something in him pushed him towards her— something inside him wanted to know everything about her.
He wondered why.
A/N: this seems short and i’m sorry if it feels rushed, but i just wanted to get this out there. has been sitting in my drafts for awhile. hasn’t been proof read 👀
TAGLIST: @billy-reads @potatothots @buckyb-stan @kmc1989 @silverfire13 @ghostofwinter @hanihoney88 @stilesofhannah @skittle479 @marvelogic @meetmeatyourworst @engie115 @wilsons-striped-ties @x209x @kandis-mom @l0kilaufeys0n7
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Love Me to Death (masterlist) ♡
✧ Pairing — Avengers!Bucky Barnes x Siren!Fem!Reader
✧ Series Summary — The avengers compound receives a new recruit. She’s a siren who can make anyone fall deathly in love with her with one word. Bucky immediately takes interest in her as he discovers she’s mute, for good reason of course.
✧ Series Warnings — light angst, hints to past trauma, mentions of bucky’s trauma, hints to PTSD, hints of anxiety
(SERIES ONGOING)
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | SERIES 18+
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✧ Chapter One
↳ The avengers compound receives a new recruit. She’s a siren who can make anyone fall deathly in love with her with one word. Bucky immediately takes interest in her as he discovers she’s mute, for good reason of course.
✧ Chapter Two
↳ coming soon.
✧ Chapter Three
↳ coming soon.
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Love Me to Death
✧ Pairing — Avengers!Bucky Barnes x Siren!Fem!Reader
✧ Summary — The Avengers compound receives a new recruit. She’s a siren who can make anyone fall deathly in love with her with one word. Bucky immediately takes interest in her as he discovers she’s mute, for good reason of course.
✧ Warnings — light angst, hints to past trauma, mentions of bucky’s trauma, hints to PTSD, hints of anxiety
series masterlist ✧ inbox open
You would never get over the view of the Atlantic Ocean. The way you found yourself getting lost as your eyes focused further and further into the distance. The way the earth curved, the way it appeared the ocean just dropped off. Nobody could ever know what went on out there, what happened when there were no wandering eyes. The secrets that the water held, the dark beauty that painted the waters.
Of course, this wasn’t a goodbye forever— just for a while. You couldn't help the pain that formed in your chest, the way your eyes watered at the last view glimpses of your home.
"You about ready to go (Y/n)?" Fury asked from the sand below.
You turned your head towards him, not missing the quick flash of guilt that passed through his expression. You turned back towards the water, taking one last deep breath in— the crisp air filling your lungs.
"If everything works out the way it should— you'll be back here soon." He reminded you, and you knew that was an estimation.
It was the best outcome that you'd return— but the chances were slim. Considering everything, this might as well be the last time you'll ever set foot on this rock, looking at this view that you'd grown to love so much.
You stepped down from the rock, standing next to Fury with a solemn look. You shook your head and avoided his eyes, you couldn't seem to come up with a good answer— so you shoved your way of communicating in your pockets. Plus, you didn't feel like signing a bullshit response— you were upset and you had the right to be.
"Remember I'm not the bad guy here, and neither are you. This is just how things need to be for a while." He reminded you, trying his best to make this feel less forced.
You gave in and signed the only thing you could come up with for now.
I know. You signed before you shoved your hand back in your pocket.
He gave a tiny smile, one that didn't seem genuine but you didn't seem to care too much.
“I don’t know why I have to be here.” Bucky grumbled, running a hand through his hair in stress.
Natasha rolled her eyes, giving Sam a smack on the head to wake him up. He was falling asleep on the couch when it wasn’t the time.
“Rude! I was sleeping.” Sam complained.
“Don’t care— and Buck you need to be here. We are receiving a new recruit.” She explained.
Bucky let out a sigh, shrugging his shoulders— wondering why Nat. thought he cared.
“We always receive new recruits. What’s so different about this one?” He wondered, earning a stare from the redhead before she replied.
Her features grew serious, all kicking and joking stripped from her face.
“This one is enhanced… and deadly.”
His eyes widened and all at once he understood his place now. He was here when things went wrong— the expendable one. Although it made his jaw clench, slight anger running through his veins— he nodded in understanding otherwise.
Natasha seemed to read him without him having to utter another word, she immediately backtracked.
“God, it’s like I can hear you thinking— you’re here because you’re part of the team. Everyone, including you is meeting her.” She corrected, watching his features soften slightly.
“How do you do that?” He asked, squinting his eyes in defense.
She was always able to read his mind, hell— everyone’s!
She laughed, shrugging her shoulder— avoiding to answer his question to mess with him.
“She’s a woman, of course she can read your thoughts. They all can.” Sam added from the couch, trying to drift back to sleep.
Natasha threw a pillow at Sam’s face, taking him by surprise.
“Oh shut it Wilson.” She mumbled, with a roll of her eyes.
“Ow! Why’re you so violent today?” He asked, sitting up and walking towards the bookshelf in the living room.
Natasha smiled to herself, taking his words more as a compliment than an insult.
“Everyone else will be here soon, but seriously— I know you know what it’s like to feel like an outsider when you first showed up here. I want you to help her out, okay?” The redhead asked, earning a scowl from him.
“Why me? Everyone at some point has had to feel like that too— c’mon Nat! I was just starting to settle down here, almost have a little routine for myself. How do you know she won’t be afraid of me— I’m sure she’ll know who I am.” He rambled on, complaint after complaint.
The redhead rubbed a hand down her face.
“I’m not asking you to marry her— just help her out, while she’s settles in.” She told him.
He sighed, knowing he wouldn’t be able to get out of this. He nodded, but kept a scowl on his face. This was not how he expected the day to go.
Soon enough, Fury was walking a surprisingly pretty woman into the room where all the Avengers either stood or sat waiting.
It wasn’t supposed to be a dig, Bucky only assumed she’d be less… pretty— with the way Natasha had described her. Deadly. He was expecting a more disturbed, haunting character— not this beautiful face.
“I’m sure all of you have heard whispers here and there— so this isn’t entirely new to any of you. Well… maybe some of you.” Fury mumbled, looking in Sam’s direction. “You are receiving a new member. She will be an amazing addition to the team— powerful and will help keep you all alive.”
Everyone said hello, waving and sending warm smiles her way— Bucky could only imagine the nerves of this woman with all the staring.
She seemed to be holding up quite well, in fact— she seemed glum. Her face was sagging with defeat every so slightly— enough for Bucky to notice of course. He immediately felt drawn to her distress, wanting to know the cause of it.
“Now, as all of you noticed. She doesn’t speak, and will not speak unless she is to do so. Meaning while in a mission, or any other situation where one of you are in danger.” Fury explained.
Bucky couldn’t help the frown that formed in his face. It felt wrong to listen to Fury talk about her like she was an object and nothing more— just a weapon at their hands. He felt uncomfortable, and almost like a flash in his quick blinks— he suddenly remembered the same feeling back at HYDRA. All of a sudden— it was personal.
“Can I ask why she can’t speak?” Natasha wondered, voicing what most of us were thinking.”
It felt weird to talk about her like she wasn’t standing right in front of us— but she didn’t seem bothered by it. Guess you wouldn’t be bothered either, after years of someone speaking for you.
There was that uncomfortable feeling again.
“Yes, that was the next thing I wanted to discuss.” Fury started, letting the woman take a seat beside him. “(Y/n) is a Siren. One peep from her and you all would fall under a spell. A love spell, you could say.”
Everyone went silent, taking in the new information. Nobody knew how to react— as nobody had experience with a Siren before. In fact— mostly everyone assumed Siren’s were a myth.
“So… what? (Y/n) talks and we all go in a trance? How do you get out of it?” Scott asked from the back row.
Fury shook his head, sneaking a glance at (Y/n) before speaking.
“You don’t. You stay trapped in the trance until death.” Fury finished.
Everyone’s mouth went into O’s, silence taking over the room yet again. Half of the group were intimidated— while the other half which contained the stronger Avengers, such as Thor and Wanda— they were impressed.
“A love spell that kills you? Wow.” Natasha muttered to herself, having never heard of something like this before.
(Y/n) surprised everyone when she started signing something in her seat, a shameful expression on her face as she did so.
“What did she just say?” Sam asked, looking at both Bucky and Nat.
Bucky and Natasha shared a look with each other, looking back a you before revealing to the rest of the group.
“She said, you’ll love me to death.” Natasha told them.
Everyone grew rigid at that sentence. The sinister way the endearing saying went from sweet to dark. Even Wanda and Thor gulped, swallowing in fear. (Y/n) was new too, nobody knew if they could trust her yet. Even with the approval from Fury— everyone felt a little on edge.
Meanwhile, Bucky gazed at her with a new fascination. Something in him pushed him towards her— something inside him wanted to know everything about her.
He wondered why.
A/N: this seems short and i’m sorry if it feels rushed, but i just wanted to get this out there. has been sitting in my drafts for awhile. hasn’t been proof read 👀
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oh my god this is beautiful 😍
i didn't know you draw 👀
I haven't drawn much recently, but I've been doing digital art for about five years now!
Here's a drawing of 1940's Bucky I made a while ago!
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Feels So Right ❝part two❞
♡ Pairing: Dbf!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
♡ Summary: Ever since Bucky showed you how good things could feel, you need him to show you more.
♡ Warnings: smut, language, fluff, oral (fem receiving), rimming, fingering, petnames like a lot of them hehe,
part one ✧ main masterlist
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+ ONLY
It had been weeks since you and Bucky’s heated moment. Still you could feel his touch on your skin, you could still feel the pleasant buzz he had left behind. All in all, you craved him now that you had gotten a taste.
The week nights had been spent with your hand down your panties, playing with yourself just as he had taught you— but you couldn’t find relief. Your hand didn’t feel the same as his— you didn’t know how to pleasure yourself like he could. How he knew your body better than you did, was beyond you.
Truthfully, you didn’t want to try and get yourself off— you just wanted him to take care of you. Soothe the aches you felt within your body, places he had yet to touch. Your skin burned for him, and you were almost positive that no one else could put out the flames except for him.
It went beyond just his touch. He made you feel so safe— so protected in his hold. You trusted him with your life and didn’t think you’d ever find someone you felt more comfortable to be around. All his touches, all his strokes of your body were so soft— so gentle in the way he was slowly undoing you. It wasn’t like the guys you had tried to be with before, where their needs were always before yours.
No, Bucky didn’t even express his needs— didn’t even mention them. He put you before anything else, making sure you felt good without the discomfort of owing him. There was no catch— just his desire to make you feel incredibly good. It was as easy as breathing being with him. Although it had only happened once— you wanted there to be more “lessons.”
Your Dad Steve had gone out of town for a business trip, and he of course trusted you enough to leave you home alone. You were responsible and respected him and the house well. No need for a babysitter considering you were in your 20’s.
Little did your dad know— you had invited Bucky over. You may had gone a little overboard with your text message to him. You told him it was urgent, and of course Bucky had freaked out and was speeding over to the house.
That’s where you found yourself jumping up at the sound of fast knocking at the door. You held your hand over your heart and wandered to the door, opening it to reveal a slightly sweaty and disheveled Bucky.
“Everything alright?” He asked, furrowing his brows at the way your face was calm.
He had read the text right… right?
“Yeah I probably shouldn’t of worded the text like that— sorry!” You giggled, and immediately Bucky was relaxing.
He shook his head while giving you a tiny smirk.
“Got me worked up over nothing.” He chuckled, running a hand through his messy hair.
You opened the door wider and stepped aside.
“Wanna come in?” You offered.
He smiled and stepped forward into the house, passing by your small frame. He loved the way he towered over you, and the way it got you all flustered.
“Sure doll.” He whispered, walking further into the kitchen leaving you at the door.
His scent wafted into your face, filling your senses with his deep minty pine smell. It was so intoxicating, you felt dizzy with the deep breath in. You quickly closed the door— locking it before following him into the kitchen.
You weren’t surprised to find him rummaging through Steve’s alcohol, which was basically his as well. Your dad only ever drank when Bucky was around.
As he was pouring himself a glass, it gave you time to really get a good look at him. You found your mouth watering at the sight, biting your lip as your eyes traveled up and down his figure. The brown plaid jacket fit him well, making him look extra handsome. His stubble looked just as it had last time, very clean— evident that he took very good care of himself and his appearance. His jeans hugged him just right in every area— overall he just looked so good.
“It’s rude to stare honey.” His voice broke you out of your trance.
You felt your cheeks get hot from being caught staring, you hadn’t meant to— but you couldn’t help it either.
“Sorry it’s just… you look good.” You admitted.
Bucky gazed down at you from across the island. Tipping his glass back, letting the burn travel down his throat. He knew you were just as starving for him as he was for you— and he knew he shouldn’t be doing this with his friends daughter. But he had a hard couple of weeks without you.
He fucked his hand nearly every night, trying to imagine your sweet sounds— and him being the one pulling them from you.
He let his eyes wander over your form, taking in your short sleeping shorts— your thin tank that did little to hide your tits. He almost growled, the way you were taunting him— the way you were teasing him with the way your nipples poked through your tank. The way your ass peaked out from the bottom of your shorts.
“(Y/n), why did you invite me over?” He asked lowly, filling his glass back up while you shuffled closer to him around the island.
You shrugged and tried to play dumb.
“Didn’t wanna be alone.” You told him.
“You sure it’s not because of something else?” He hinted.
You held his gaze, trying your best to read him— but he was good at keeping a poker face. You scooted closer.
“Maybe…” You started, taking another step closer. “Maybe I need you to teach me something.”
He lowered his gaze to his glass, raising it to his lips to tip back— his throat burning deliciously. Could he really deny you— he was already so deep in this pit that was you.
“Oh is that right?” He growled.
You nodded and took another step closer, his form towering over you more the closer you got, it had you excited and squeezing your thighs together.
Bucky noticed.
“You’re the only one who’s ever made me feel that good.” You whispered, “I wanna feel it again.”
He clenched his jaw, forcing his arms to stay either resting on the island or at his sides.
“Then you should try what I showed you.” He told you, pushing the glass away and twisting the cap back on the bottle.
You shook your head, a small frown lining your face.
“Doesn’t feel the same… I like it when it’s you.” You admitted.
Bucky took a deep breath in, your scent filling his senses and it was so lethal— he almost felt high off of it. You looked so good below him, your mock innocent eyes staring up at him, your lip jutting out into a pout. You were killing his self control— if he had any left.
“My dad won’t know— it’s okay.” You added.
That fueled the fire, the mere mention of how forbidden this was only made him want you that much more— and he wondered what had twisted him to think like that. He should stop now— head home.
But instead, he stepped forward, pressing his body against yours. Self control was no more.
“What are you doing to me baby?” He whispered, letting his hands rest of your shoulders, running all the way down your arms.
You didn’t have time to prepare yourself before he was hoisting you up by your legs, placing you on top of the island. He situated himself in between your thighs, pulling you forcefully into his chest. Your barely clothed core pushing up against his bulge.
You let out a gasp, your arms looping around his neck instinctively. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding against his bulge, the jeans creating delicious friction to your aching clit.
He held his arms around your lower back, keeping you pressed tightly against him. He chuckled, his eyes hooded and dark watching you hump him like a cat in heat.
“Oh honey, you poor thing.” He cooed, cradling your jaw with one of his hands. “So desperate.”
You whined when his hands stop your movements, watching him step away from you. But you didn’t have long to complain when you saw him lower his body down— his head lining up with your crotch.
“Don’t worry baby— I’ll teach you something new.” He teased, wasting no time and pulling your shorts down, throwing them to the side.
He nearly moaned when he glanced back to find out you weren’t wearing any panties. Your core was exposed, puffy and dripping.
You felt hot under his stare, your core aching almost painfully as he just looked at it. You shifted your hips closer to him.
He glanced up to you with dark eyes, his pupils blown out with lust.
“So pretty sweetheart,” He snuck his hand closer, letting his thumb brush from your slit to your clit. “So wet for me.”
You jumped from his touch, your eyes nearly rolling back into your head when he continued circling his thumb around your clit.
"Ohhh... Buckyy..." You moaned breathlessly, your hips jutting up to push his fingers harder against you.
He yanked your legs up, forcing you to lean back with your legs up— exposing your core further. This new angle gave him a great view of your little puckered hole. His eyes darkened and he couldn’t help himself— so he leaned forward and gave your little hole a lick.
You gasped from the new feeling, never had been touched there— it was oddly pleasant, and the way he kept circling your bud while giving your hole kitten licks was heavenly.
He smiled in between licks, his stubble scratching the inside of your ass.
“Babydoll… no one ever touch you here?” He asked softly, rubbing his thumb back and fourth from your clit down to your slit, while he kept up his ministrations on your hole.
You shook your head, leaning back on your shaking arms. You could feel yourself clench over nothing, your core aching to be filled.
He gave your puckered hole a kiss before glancing up to you, a growl almost escaping at the pathetic, fucked out look you had on your face. He licked his lips as the layer of sweat coating your forehead.
“No one ever took the time to take care of you honey, but I’m going to— don’t you worry.” He promised, peppering kisses to your inner thighs while he circled your swollen bud.
You began to breathe heavily as his mouth got closer to your center, your heart beating in excitement.
“Just relax baby, gonna make you feel good.” He cooed.
With a nod from you, he was shoving his face into your cunt. Giving your pussy an open mouthed kiss, letting his tongue dart inside and feel around your walls— which had you crying out, instinctively trying to crawl away because it felt too good.
He used he free hand to press down on your stomach, forcing you to lay all the way down on the island. His strong arm kept you in place, leaving you no chance to run. Not that you wanted to.
“Gotta stay still babygirl.” He instructed.
You found it hard to stay still with his thumb rubbing faster of your clit, his tongue massaging your walls and slit so perfectly you felt dizzy. You had never had someone go down on you like this, and you wondered how you had gone this long without it— it felt too fucking good.
“Bucky— feels so good, please don’t stop!” You whined, your hips starting to grind against his face in attempt to chase your release quicker.
Bucky went feral at your whines, your pleas— it only spurred him on, starting to lick, kiss and suck at your cunt faster and harder.
He stopped his rubbing motions of your clit and snuck his hand down to your slit, lifting his mouth to insert two fingers. They slid in easily with how wet you were, and he could feel your walls clamping down on them. Had him growling at your whines.
“Oh… fuckkk…” You moaned out, gripping the island in a death grip, the coil tightening within you.
Bucky lowered his head back down and sucked hard onto your clit, watching your body jolt from the sensation.
He knew you were close.
You whimpered and couldn’t stop grinding your face into his face and onto his fingers— wishing them deeper.
He started moving his fingers in a come here motion and brushed against a spongey pad— causing your hips to jolt, your cries loud and echoing throughout the kitchen.
“There it is baby… want you to cum for me.” He cooed.
He kept sucking and rolling his tongue around your clit while brushing against your sweet spot repeatedly. The edges of your vision were hazy and dark, the coil nearly snapping.
“C’mon sweetheart— let go.” He whispered, licking up and down your clit quickly.
With one last stroke against your sweet spot, you were crying out, pathetic whines leaving your lips as your body twitched and jolted, no doubt having fallen off the island if he weren’t holding you down. Waves of ecstasy flowed within you, your entire body buzzing as he kept lazily stroking your walls, avoiding your sweet spot in order not to overstimulate you.
He peppered kisses to your pussy and inner thighs as you came down, every now and then hips twitching at every other kiss he’d place on your clit.
Your breathing was slowly coming back down, you stayed laying on the island— completely covered in sweat. You had a dumb weak smile on your face, your eyes fluttered shut from the intense pleasant buzz that filled your being. You almost felt like you were floating.
“You with me honey?” He joked, giving your sensitive bud one last kiss before raising up to his feet.
He gently pulled you up so you were sitting up now. He let out a tiny chuckle at your ducked out expression.
“(Y/n)?” He teased, tucking stray hairs behind your ear.
You nodded and leaned into his touch, closing your eyes in contentment.
“I’m perfect.” You whispered, looping your arms around his waist, burying your face into his chest.
His heart pulsed at the action, you looking so delicate and pure hugging him like a little monkey. The waves of pure bliss from your state were overwhelming, taking over all his senses— but it still couldn’t block out the guilt that came after.
“You’re a little cuddle bunny, aren’t ya?” He cooed, rubbing your back soothingly.
He didn’t hear a response, and if you did respond— he couldn’t hear it due to his mind getting lost in the what if’s. The guilt eating away at him.
He supposed he’d had fun until the moment came where he couldn’t anymore.
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Feels So Right ❝part two❞
♡ Pairing: Dbf!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
♡ Summary: Ever since Bucky showed you how good things could feel, you need him to show you more.
♡ Warnings: smut, language, fluff, oral (fem receiving), rimming, fingering, petnames like a lot of them hehe,
part one ✧ main masterlist
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+ ONLY
It had been weeks since you and Bucky’s heated moment. Still you could feel his touch on your skin, you could still feel the pleasant buzz he had left behind. All in all, you craved him now that you had gotten a taste.
The week nights had been spent with your hand down your panties, playing with yourself just as he had taught you— but you couldn’t find relief. Your hand didn’t feel the same as his— you didn’t know how to pleasure yourself like he could. How he knew your body better than you did, was beyond you.
Truthfully, you didn’t want to try and get yourself off— you just wanted him to take care of you. Soothe the aches you felt within your body, places he had yet to touch. Your skin burned for him, and you were almost positive that no one else could put out the flames except for him.
It went beyond just his touch. He made you feel so safe— so protected in his hold. You trusted him with your life and didn’t think you’d ever find someone you felt more comfortable to be around. All his touches, all his strokes of your body were so soft— so gentle in the way he was slowly undoing you. It wasn’t like the guys you had tried to be with before, where their needs were always before yours.
No, Bucky didn’t even express his needs— didn’t even mention them. He put you before anything else, making sure you felt good without the discomfort of owing him. There was no catch— just his desire to make you feel incredibly good. It was as easy as breathing being with him. Although it had only happened once— you wanted there to be more “lessons.”
Your Dad Steve had gone out of town for a business trip, and he of course trusted you enough to leave you home alone. You were responsible and respected him and the house well. No need for a babysitter considering you were in your 20’s.
Little did your dad know— you had invited Bucky over. You may had gone a little overboard with your text message to him. You told him it was urgent, and of course Bucky had freaked out and was speeding over to the house.
That’s where you found yourself jumping up at the sound of fast knocking at the door. You held your hand over your heart and wandered to the door, opening it to reveal a slightly sweaty and disheveled Bucky.
“Everything alright?” He asked, furrowing his brows at the way your face was calm.
He had read the text right… right?
“Yeah I probably shouldn’t of worded the text like that— sorry!” You giggled, and immediately Bucky was relaxing.
He shook his head while giving you a tiny smirk.
“Got me worked up over nothing.” He chuckled, running a hand through his messy hair.
You opened the door wider and stepped aside.
“Wanna come in?” You offered.
He smiled and stepped forward into the house, passing by your small frame. He loved the way he towered over you, and the way it got you all flustered.
“Sure doll.” He whispered, walking further into the kitchen leaving you at the door.
His scent wafted into your face, filling your senses with his deep minty pine smell. It was so intoxicating, you felt dizzy with the deep breath in. You quickly closed the door— locking it before following him into the kitchen.
You weren’t surprised to find him rummaging through Steve’s alcohol, which was basically his as well. Your dad only ever drank when Bucky was around.
As he was pouring himself a glass, it gave you time to really get a good look at him. You found your mouth watering at the sight, biting your lip as your eyes traveled up and down his figure. The brown plaid jacket fit him well, making him look extra handsome. His stubble looked just as it had last time, very clean— evident that he took very good care of himself and his appearance. His jeans hugged him just right in every area— overall he just looked so good.
“It’s rude to stare honey.” His voice broke you out of your trance.
You felt your cheeks get hot from being caught staring, you hadn’t meant to— but you couldn’t help it either.
“Sorry it’s just… you look good.” You admitted.
Bucky gazed down at you from across the island. Tipping his glass back, letting the burn travel down his throat. He knew you were just as starving for him as he was for you— and he knew he shouldn’t be doing this with his friends daughter. But he had a hard couple of weeks without you.
He fucked his hand nearly every night, trying to imagine your sweet sounds— and him being the one pulling them from you.
He let his eyes wander over your form, taking in your short sleeping shorts— your thin tank that did little to hide your tits. He almost growled, the way you were taunting him— the way you were teasing him with the way your nipples poked through your tank. The way your ass peaked out from the bottom of your shorts.
“(Y/n), why did you invite me over?” He asked lowly, filling his glass back up while you shuffled closer to him around the island.
You shrugged and tried to play dumb.
“Didn’t wanna be alone.” You told him.
“You sure it’s not because of something else?” He hinted.
You held his gaze, trying your best to read him— but he was good at keeping a poker face. You scooted closer.
“Maybe…” You started, taking another step closer. “Maybe I need you to teach me something.”
He lowered his gaze to his glass, raising it to his lips to tip back— his throat burning deliciously. Could he really deny you— he was already so deep in this pit that was you.
“Oh is that right?” He growled.
You nodded and took another step closer, his form towering over you more the closer you got, it had you excited and squeezing your thighs together.
Bucky noticed.
“You’re the only one who’s ever made me feel that good.” You whispered, “I wanna feel it again.”
He clenched his jaw, forcing his arms to stay either resting on the island or at his sides.
“Then you should try what I showed you.” He told you, pushing the glass away and twisting the cap back on the bottle.
You shook your head, a small frown lining your face.
“Doesn’t feel the same… I like it when it’s you.” You admitted.
Bucky took a deep breath in, your scent filling his senses and it was so lethal— he almost felt high off of it. You looked so good below him, your mock innocent eyes staring up at him, your lip jutting out into a pout. You were killing his self control— if he had any left.
“My dad won’t know— it’s okay.” You added.
That fueled the fire, the mere mention of how forbidden this was only made him want you that much more— and he wondered what had twisted him to think like that. He should stop now— head home.
But instead, he stepped forward, pressing his body against yours. Self control was no more.
“What are you doing to me baby?” He whispered, letting his hands rest of your shoulders, running all the way down your arms.
You didn’t have time to prepare yourself before he was hoisting you up by your legs, placing you on top of the island. He situated himself in between your thighs, pulling you forcefully into his chest. Your barely clothed core pushing up against his bulge.
You let out a gasp, your arms looping around his neck instinctively. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding against his bulge, the jeans creating delicious friction to your aching clit.
He held his arms around your lower back, keeping you pressed tightly against him. He chuckled, his eyes hooded and dark watching you hump him like a cat in heat.
“Oh honey, you poor thing.” He cooed, cradling your jaw with one of his hands. “So desperate.”
You whined when his hands stop your movements, watching him step away from you. But you didn’t have long to complain when you saw him lower his body down— his head lining up with your crotch.
“Don’t worry baby— I’ll teach you something new.” He teased, wasting no time and pulling your shorts down, throwing them to the side.
He nearly moaned when he glanced back to find out you weren’t wearing any panties. Your core was exposed, puffy and dripping.
You felt hot under his stare, your core aching almost painfully as he just looked at it. You shifted your hips closer to him.
He glanced up to you with dark eyes, his pupils blown out with lust.
“So pretty sweetheart,” He snuck his hand closer, letting his thumb brush from your slit to your clit. “So wet for me.”
You jumped from his touch, your eyes nearly rolling back into your head when he continued circling his thumb around your clit.
"Ohhh... Buckyy..." You moaned breathlessly, your hips jutting up to push his fingers harder against you.
He yanked your legs up, forcing you to lean back with your legs up— exposing your core further. This new angle gave him a great view of your little puckered hole. His eyes darkened and he couldn’t help himself— so he leaned forward and gave your little hole a lick.
You gasped from the new feeling, never had been touched there— it was oddly pleasant, and the way he kept circling your bud while giving your hole kitten licks was heavenly.
He smiled in between licks, his stubble scratching the inside of your ass.
“Babydoll… no one ever touch you here?” He asked softly, rubbing his thumb back and fourth from your clit down to your slit, while he kept up his ministrations on your hole.
You shook your head, leaning back on your shaking arms. You could feel yourself clench over nothing, your core aching to be filled.
He gave your puckered hole a kiss before glancing up to you, a growl almost escaping at the pathetic, fucked out look you had on your face. He licked his lips as the layer of sweat coating your forehead.
“No one ever took the time to take care of you honey, but I’m going to— don’t you worry.” He promised, peppering kisses to your inner thighs while he circled your swollen bud.
You began to breathe heavily as his mouth got closer to your center, your heart beating in excitement.
“Just relax baby, gonna make you feel good.” He cooed.
With a nod from you, he was shoving his face into your cunt. Giving your pussy an open mouthed kiss, letting his tongue dart inside and feel around your walls— which had you crying out, instinctively trying to crawl away because it felt too good.
He used he free hand to press down on your stomach, forcing you to lay all the way down on the island. His strong arm kept you in place, leaving you no chance to run. Not that you wanted to.
“Gotta stay still babygirl.” He instructed.
You found it hard to stay still with his thumb rubbing faster of your clit, his tongue massaging your walls and slit so perfectly you felt dizzy. You had never had someone go down on you like this, and you wondered how you had gone this long without it— it felt too fucking good.
“Bucky— feels so good, please don’t stop!” You whined, your hips starting to grind against his face in attempt to chase your release quicker.
Bucky went feral at your whines, your pleas— it only spurred him on, starting to lick, kiss and suck at your cunt faster and harder.
He stopped his rubbing motions of your clit and snuck his hand down to your slit, lifting his mouth to insert two fingers. They slid in easily with how wet you were, and he could feel your walls clamping down on them. Had him growling at your whines.
“Oh… fuckkk…” You moaned out, gripping the island in a death grip, the coil tightening within you.
Bucky lowered his head back down and sucked hard onto your clit, watching your body jolt from the sensation.
He knew you were close.
You whimpered and couldn’t stop grinding your face into his face and onto his fingers— wishing them deeper.
He started moving his fingers in a come here motion and brushed against a spongey pad— causing your hips to jolt, your cries loud and echoing throughout the kitchen.
“There it is baby… want you to cum for me.” He cooed.
He kept sucking and rolling his tongue around your clit while brushing against your sweet spot repeatedly. The edges of your vision were hazy and dark, the coil nearly snapping.
“C’mon sweetheart— let go.” He whispered, licking up and down your clit quickly.
With one last stroke against your sweet spot, you were crying out, pathetic whines leaving your lips as your body twitched and jolted, no doubt having fallen off the island if he weren’t holding you down. Waves of ecstasy flowed within you, your entire body buzzing as he kept lazily stroking your walls, avoiding your sweet spot in order not to overstimulate you.
He peppered kisses to your pussy and inner thighs as you came down, every now and then hips twitching at every other kiss he’d place on your clit.
Your breathing was slowly coming back down, you stayed laying on the island— completely covered in sweat. You had a dumb weak smile on your face, your eyes fluttered shut from the intense pleasant buzz that filled your being. You almost felt like you were floating.
“You with me honey?” He joked, giving your sensitive bud one last kiss before raising up to his feet.
He gently pulled you up so you were sitting up now. He let out a tiny chuckle at your ducked out expression.
“(Y/n)?” He teased, tucking stray hairs behind your ear.
You nodded and leaned into his touch, closing your eyes in contentment.
“I’m perfect.” You whispered, looping your arms around his waist, burying your face into his chest.
His heart pulsed at the action, you looking so delicate and pure hugging him like a little monkey. The waves of pure bliss from your state were overwhelming, taking over all his senses— but it still couldn’t block out the guilt that came after.
“You’re a little cuddle bunny, aren’t ya?” He cooed, rubbing your back soothingly.
He didn’t hear a response, and if you did respond— he couldn’t hear it due to his mind getting lost in the what if’s. The guilt eating away at him.
He supposed he’d had fun until the moment came where he couldn’t anymore.
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oh writing this was absolutely filthy, but i wanted to drown in it 🤤 dbf!bucky is just 😍😍
Feels So Right ❝part two❞
♡ Pairing: Dbf!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
♡ Summary: Ever since Bucky showed you how good things could feel, you need him to show you more.
♡ Warnings: smut, language, fluff, oral (fem receiving), rimming, fingering, petnames like a lot of them hehe,
part one ✧ main masterlist
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+ ONLY
It had been weeks since you and Bucky’s heated moment. Still you could feel his touch on your skin, you could still feel the pleasant buzz he had left behind. All in all, you craved him now that you had gotten a taste.
The week nights had been spent with your hand down your panties, playing with yourself just as he had taught you— but you couldn’t find relief. Your hand didn’t feel the same as his— you didn’t know how to pleasure yourself like he could. How he knew your body better than you did, was beyond you.
Truthfully, you didn’t want to try and get yourself off— you just wanted him to take care of you. Soothe the aches you felt within your body, places he had yet to touch. Your skin burned for him, and you were almost positive that no one else could put out the flames except for him.
It went beyond just his touch. He made you feel so safe— so protected in his hold. You trusted him with your life and didn’t think you’d ever find someone you felt more comfortable to be around. All his touches, all his strokes of your body were so soft— so gentle in the way he was slowly undoing you. It wasn’t like the guys you had tried to be with before, where their needs were always before yours.
No, Bucky didn’t even express his needs— didn’t even mention them. He put you before anything else, making sure you felt good without the discomfort of owing him. There was no catch— just his desire to make you feel incredibly good. It was as easy as breathing being with him. Although it had only happened once— you wanted there to be more “lessons.”
Your Dad Steve had gone out of town for a business trip, and he of course trusted you enough to leave you home alone. You were responsible and respected him and the house well. No need for a babysitter considering you were in your 20’s.
Little did your dad know— you had invited Bucky over. You may had gone a little overboard with your text message to him. You told him it was urgent, and of course Bucky had freaked out and was speeding over to the house.
That’s where you found yourself jumping up at the sound of fast knocking at the door. You held your hand over your heart and wandered to the door, opening it to reveal a slightly sweaty and disheveled Bucky.
“Everything alright?” He asked, furrowing his brows at the way your face was calm.
He had read the text right… right?
“Yeah I probably shouldn’t of worded the text like that— sorry!” You giggled, and immediately Bucky was relaxing.
He shook his head while giving you a tiny smirk.
“Got me worked up over nothing.” He chuckled, running a hand through his messy hair.
You opened the door wider and stepped aside.
“Wanna come in?” You offered.
He smiled and stepped forward into the house, passing by your small frame. He loved the way he towered over you, and the way it got you all flustered.
“Sure doll.” He whispered, walking further into the kitchen leaving you at the door.
His scent wafted into your face, filling your senses with his deep minty pine smell. It was so intoxicating, you felt dizzy with the deep breath in. You quickly closed the door— locking it before following him into the kitchen.
You weren’t surprised to find him rummaging through Steve’s alcohol, which was basically his as well. Your dad only ever drank when Bucky was around.
As he was pouring himself a glass, it gave you time to really get a good look at him. You found your mouth watering at the sight, biting your lip as your eyes traveled up and down his figure. The brown plaid jacket fit him well, making him look extra handsome. His stubble looked just as it had last time, very clean— evident that he took very good care of himself and his appearance. His jeans hugged him just right in every area— overall he just looked so good.
“It’s rude to stare honey.” His voice broke you out of your trance.
You felt your cheeks get hot from being caught staring, you hadn’t meant to— but you couldn’t help it either.
“Sorry it’s just… you look good.” You admitted.
Bucky gazed down at you from across the island. Tipping his glass back, letting the burn travel down his throat. He knew you were just as starving for him as he was for you— and he knew he shouldn’t be doing this with his friends daughter. But he had a hard couple of weeks without you.
He fucked his hand nearly every night, trying to imagine your sweet sounds— and him being the one pulling them from you.
He let his eyes wander over your form, taking in your short sleeping shorts— your thin tank that did little to hide your tits. He almost growled, the way you were taunting him— the way you were teasing him with the way your nipples poked through your tank. The way your ass peaked out from the bottom of your shorts.
“(Y/n), why did you invite me over?” He asked lowly, filling his glass back up while you shuffled closer to him around the island.
You shrugged and tried to play dumb.
“Didn’t wanna be alone.” You told him.
“You sure it’s not because of something else?” He hinted.
You held his gaze, trying your best to read him— but he was good at keeping a poker face. You scooted closer.
“Maybe…” You started, taking another step closer. “Maybe I need you to teach me something.”
He lowered his gaze to his glass, raising it to his lips to tip back— his throat burning deliciously. Could he really deny you— he was already so deep in this pit that was you.
“Oh is that right?” He growled.
You nodded and took another step closer, his form towering over you more the closer you got, it had you excited and squeezing your thighs together.
Bucky noticed.
“You’re the only one who’s ever made me feel that good.” You whispered, “I wanna feel it again.”
He clenched his jaw, forcing his arms to stay either resting on the island or at his sides.
“Then you should try what I showed you.” He told you, pushing the glass away and twisting the cap back on the bottle.
You shook your head, a small frown lining your face.
“Doesn’t feel the same… I like it when it’s you.” You admitted.
Bucky took a deep breath in, your scent filling his senses and it was so lethal— he almost felt high off of it. You looked so good below him, your mock innocent eyes staring up at him, your lip jutting out into a pout. You were killing his self control— if he had any left.
“My dad won’t know— it’s okay.” You added.
That fueled the fire, the mere mention of how forbidden this was only made him want you that much more— and he wondered what had twisted him to think like that. He should stop now— head home.
But instead, he stepped forward, pressing his body against yours. Self control was no more.
“What are you doing to me baby?” He whispered, letting his hands rest of your shoulders, running all the way down your arms.
You didn’t have time to prepare yourself before he was hoisting you up by your legs, placing you on top of the island. He situated himself in between your thighs, pulling you forcefully into his chest. Your barely clothed core pushing up against his bulge.
You let out a gasp, your arms looping around his neck instinctively. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding against his bulge, the jeans creating delicious friction to your aching clit.
He held his arms around your lower back, keeping you pressed tightly against him. He chuckled, his eyes hooded and dark watching you hump him like a cat in heat.
“Oh honey, you poor thing.” He cooed, cradling your jaw with one of his hands. “So desperate.”
You whined when his hands stop your movements, watching him step away from you. But you didn’t have long to complain when you saw him lower his body down— his head lining up with your crotch.
“Don’t worry baby— I’ll teach you something new.” He teased, wasting no time and pulling your shorts down, throwing them to the side.
He nearly moaned when he glanced back to find out you weren’t wearing any panties. Your core was exposed, puffy and dripping.
You felt hot under his stare, your core aching almost painfully as he just looked at it. You shifted your hips closer to him.
He glanced up to you with dark eyes, his pupils blown out with lust.
“So pretty sweetheart,” He snuck his hand closer, letting his thumb brush from your slit to your clit. “So wet for me.”
You jumped from his touch, your eyes nearly rolling back into your head when he continued circling his thumb around your clit.
"Ohhh... Buckyy..." You moaned breathlessly, your hips jutting up to push his fingers harder against you.
He yanked your legs up, forcing you to lean back with your legs up— exposing your core further. This new angle gave him a great view of your little puckered hole. His eyes darkened and he couldn’t help himself— so he leaned forward and gave your little hole a lick.
You gasped from the new feeling, never had been touched there— it was oddly pleasant, and the way he kept circling your bud while giving your hole kitten licks was heavenly.
He smiled in between licks, his stubble scratching the inside of your ass.
“Babydoll… no one ever touch you here?” He asked softly, rubbing his thumb back and fourth from your clit down to your slit, while he kept up his ministrations on your hole.
You shook your head, leaning back on your shaking arms. You could feel yourself clench over nothing, your core aching to be filled.
He gave your puckered hole a kiss before glancing up to you, a growl almost escaping at the pathetic, fucked out look you had on your face. He licked his lips as the layer of sweat coating your forehead.
“No one ever took the time to take care of you honey, but I’m going to— don’t you worry.” He promised, peppering kisses to your inner thighs while he circled your swollen bud.
You began to breathe heavily as his mouth got closer to your center, your heart beating in excitement.
“Just relax baby, gonna make you feel good.” He cooed.
With a nod from you, he was shoving his face into your cunt. Giving your pussy an open mouthed kiss, letting his tongue dart inside and feel around your walls— which had you crying out, instinctively trying to crawl away because it felt too good.
He used he free hand to press down on your stomach, forcing you to lay all the way down on the island. His strong arm kept you in place, leaving you no chance to run. Not that you wanted to.
“Gotta stay still babygirl.” He instructed.
You found it hard to stay still with his thumb rubbing faster of your clit, his tongue massaging your walls and slit so perfectly you felt dizzy. You had never had someone go down on you like this, and you wondered how you had gone this long without it— it felt too fucking good.
“Bucky— feels so good, please don’t stop!” You whined, your hips starting to grind against his face in attempt to chase your release quicker.
Bucky went feral at your whines, your pleas— it only spurred him on, starting to lick, kiss and suck at your cunt faster and harder.
He stopped his rubbing motions of your clit and snuck his hand down to your slit, lifting his mouth to insert two fingers. They slid in easily with how wet you were, and he could feel your walls clamping down on them. Had him growling at your whines.
“Oh… fuckkk…” You moaned out, gripping the island in a death grip, the coil tightening within you.
Bucky lowered his head back down and sucked hard onto your clit, watching your body jolt from the sensation.
He knew you were close.
You whimpered and couldn’t stop grinding your face into his face and onto his fingers— wishing them deeper.
He started moving his fingers in a come here motion and brushed against a spongey pad— causing your hips to jolt, your cries loud and echoing throughout the kitchen.
“There it is baby… want you to cum for me.” He cooed.
He kept sucking and rolling his tongue around your clit while brushing against your sweet spot repeatedly. The edges of your vision were hazy and dark, the coil nearly snapping.
“C’mon sweetheart— let go.” He whispered, licking up and down your clit quickly.
With one last stroke against your sweet spot, you were crying out, pathetic whines leaving your lips as your body twitched and jolted, no doubt having fallen off the island if he weren’t holding you down. Waves of ecstasy flowed within you, your entire body buzzing as he kept lazily stroking your walls, avoiding your sweet spot in order not to overstimulate you.
He peppered kisses to your pussy and inner thighs as you came down, every now and then hips twitching at every other kiss he’d place on your clit.
Your breathing was slowly coming back down, you stayed laying on the island— completely covered in sweat. You had a dumb weak smile on your face, your eyes fluttered shut from the intense pleasant buzz that filled your being. You almost felt like you were floating.
“You with me honey?” He joked, giving your sensitive bud one last kiss before raising up to his feet.
He gently pulled you up so you were sitting up now. He let out a tiny chuckle at your ducked out expression.
“(Y/n)?” He teased, tucking stray hairs behind your ear.
You nodded and leaned into his touch, closing your eyes in contentment.
“I’m perfect.” You whispered, looping your arms around his waist, burying your face into his chest.
His heart pulsed at the action, you looking so delicate and pure hugging him like a little monkey. The waves of pure bliss from your state were overwhelming, taking over all his senses— but it still couldn’t block out the guilt that came after.
“You’re a little cuddle bunny, aren’t ya?” He cooed, rubbing your back soothingly.
He didn’t hear a response, and if you did respond— he couldn’t hear it due to his mind getting lost in the what if’s. The guilt eating away at him.
He supposed he’d had fun until the moment came where he couldn’t anymore.
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literallyyyy 😊🤤🤭😏
Feels So Right ❝part two❞
♡ Pairing: Dbf!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
♡ Summary: Ever since Bucky showed you how good things could feel, you need him to show you more.
♡ Warnings: smut, language, fluff, oral (fem receiving), rimming, fingering, petnames like a lot of them hehe,
part one ✧ main masterlist
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+ ONLY
It had been weeks since you and Bucky’s heated moment. Still you could feel his touch on your skin, you could still feel the pleasant buzz he had left behind. All in all, you craved him now that you had gotten a taste.
The week nights had been spent with your hand down your panties, playing with yourself just as he had taught you— but you couldn’t find relief. Your hand didn’t feel the same as his— you didn’t know how to pleasure yourself like he could. How he knew your body better than you did, was beyond you.
Truthfully, you didn’t want to try and get yourself off— you just wanted him to take care of you. Soothe the aches you felt within your body, places he had yet to touch. Your skin burned for him, and you were almost positive that no one else could put out the flames except for him.
It went beyond just his touch. He made you feel so safe— so protected in his hold. You trusted him with your life and didn’t think you’d ever find someone you felt more comfortable to be around. All his touches, all his strokes of your body were so soft— so gentle in the way he was slowly undoing you. It wasn’t like the guys you had tried to be with before, where their needs were always before yours.
No, Bucky didn’t even express his needs— didn’t even mention them. He put you before anything else, making sure you felt good without the discomfort of owing him. There was no catch— just his desire to make you feel incredibly good. It was as easy as breathing being with him. Although it had only happened once— you wanted there to be more “lessons.”
Your Dad Steve had gone out of town for a business trip, and he of course trusted you enough to leave you home alone. You were responsible and respected him and the house well. No need for a babysitter considering you were in your 20’s.
Little did your dad know— you had invited Bucky over. You may had gone a little overboard with your text message to him. You told him it was urgent, and of course Bucky had freaked out and was speeding over to the house.
That’s where you found yourself jumping up at the sound of fast knocking at the door. You held your hand over your heart and wandered to the door, opening it to reveal a slightly sweaty and disheveled Bucky.
“Everything alright?” He asked, furrowing his brows at the way your face was calm.
He had read the text right… right?
“Yeah I probably shouldn’t of worded the text like that— sorry!” You giggled, and immediately Bucky was relaxing.
He shook his head while giving you a tiny smirk.
“Got me worked up over nothing.” He chuckled, running a hand through his messy hair.
You opened the door wider and stepped aside.
“Wanna come in?” You offered.
He smiled and stepped forward into the house, passing by your small frame. He loved the way he towered over you, and the way it got you all flustered.
“Sure doll.” He whispered, walking further into the kitchen leaving you at the door.
His scent wafted into your face, filling your senses with his deep minty pine smell. It was so intoxicating, you felt dizzy with the deep breath in. You quickly closed the door— locking it before following him into the kitchen.
You weren’t surprised to find him rummaging through Steve’s alcohol, which was basically his as well. Your dad only ever drank when Bucky was around.
As he was pouring himself a glass, it gave you time to really get a good look at him. You found your mouth watering at the sight, biting your lip as your eyes traveled up and down his figure. The brown plaid jacket fit him well, making him look extra handsome. His stubble looked just as it had last time, very clean— evident that he took very good care of himself and his appearance. His jeans hugged him just right in every area— overall he just looked so good.
“It’s rude to stare honey.” His voice broke you out of your trance.
You felt your cheeks get hot from being caught staring, you hadn’t meant to— but you couldn’t help it either.
“Sorry it’s just… you look good.” You admitted.
Bucky gazed down at you from across the island. Tipping his glass back, letting the burn travel down his throat. He knew you were just as starving for him as he was for you— and he knew he shouldn’t be doing this with his friends daughter. But he had a hard couple of weeks without you.
He fucked his hand nearly every night, trying to imagine your sweet sounds— and him being the one pulling them from you.
He let his eyes wander over your form, taking in your short sleeping shorts— your thin tank that did little to hide your tits. He almost growled, the way you were taunting him— the way you were teasing him with the way your nipples poked through your tank. The way your ass peaked out from the bottom of your shorts.
“(Y/n), why did you invite me over?” He asked lowly, filling his glass back up while you shuffled closer to him around the island.
You shrugged and tried to play dumb.
“Didn’t wanna be alone.” You told him.
“You sure it’s not because of something else?” He hinted.
You held his gaze, trying your best to read him— but he was good at keeping a poker face. You scooted closer.
“Maybe…” You started, taking another step closer. “Maybe I need you to teach me something.”
He lowered his gaze to his glass, raising it to his lips to tip back— his throat burning deliciously. Could he really deny you— he was already so deep in this pit that was you.
“Oh is that right?” He growled.
You nodded and took another step closer, his form towering over you more the closer you got, it had you excited and squeezing your thighs together.
Bucky noticed.
“You’re the only one who’s ever made me feel that good.” You whispered, “I wanna feel it again.”
He clenched his jaw, forcing his arms to stay either resting on the island or at his sides.
“Then you should try what I showed you.” He told you, pushing the glass away and twisting the cap back on the bottle.
You shook your head, a small frown lining your face.
“Doesn’t feel the same… I like it when it’s you.” You admitted.
Bucky took a deep breath in, your scent filling his senses and it was so lethal— he almost felt high off of it. You looked so good below him, your mock innocent eyes staring up at him, your lip jutting out into a pout. You were killing his self control— if he had any left.
“My dad won’t know— it’s okay.” You added.
That fueled the fire, the mere mention of how forbidden this was only made him want you that much more— and he wondered what had twisted him to think like that. He should stop now— head home.
But instead, he stepped forward, pressing his body against yours. Self control was no more.
“What are you doing to me baby?” He whispered, letting his hands rest of your shoulders, running all the way down your arms.
You didn’t have time to prepare yourself before he was hoisting you up by your legs, placing you on top of the island. He situated himself in between your thighs, pulling you forcefully into his chest. Your barely clothed core pushing up against his bulge.
You let out a gasp, your arms looping around his neck instinctively. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding against his bulge, the jeans creating delicious friction to your aching clit.
He held his arms around your lower back, keeping you pressed tightly against him. He chuckled, his eyes hooded and dark watching you hump him like a cat in heat.
“Oh honey, you poor thing.” He cooed, cradling your jaw with one of his hands. “So desperate.”
You whined when his hands stop your movements, watching him step away from you. But you didn’t have long to complain when you saw him lower his body down— his head lining up with your crotch.
“Don’t worry baby— I’ll teach you something new.” He teased, wasting no time and pulling your shorts down, throwing them to the side.
He nearly moaned when he glanced back to find out you weren’t wearing any panties. Your core was exposed, puffy and dripping.
You felt hot under his stare, your core aching almost painfully as he just looked at it. You shifted your hips closer to him.
He glanced up to you with dark eyes, his pupils blown out with lust.
“So pretty sweetheart,” He snuck his hand closer, letting his thumb brush from your slit to your clit. “So wet for me.”
You jumped from his touch, your eyes nearly rolling back into your head when he continued circling his thumb around your clit.
"Ohhh... Buckyy..." You moaned breathlessly, your hips jutting up to push his fingers harder against you.
He yanked your legs up, forcing you to lean back with your legs up— exposing your core further. This new angle gave him a great view of your little puckered hole. His eyes darkened and he couldn’t help himself— so he leaned forward and gave your little hole a lick.
You gasped from the new feeling, never had been touched there— it was oddly pleasant, and the way he kept circling your bud while giving your hole kitten licks was heavenly.
He smiled in between licks, his stubble scratching the inside of your ass.
“Babydoll… no one ever touch you here?” He asked softly, rubbing his thumb back and fourth from your clit down to your slit, while he kept up his ministrations on your hole.
You shook your head, leaning back on your shaking arms. You could feel yourself clench over nothing, your core aching to be filled.
He gave your puckered hole a kiss before glancing up to you, a growl almost escaping at the pathetic, fucked out look you had on your face. He licked his lips as the layer of sweat coating your forehead.
“No one ever took the time to take care of you honey, but I’m going to— don’t you worry.” He promised, peppering kisses to your inner thighs while he circled your swollen bud.
You began to breathe heavily as his mouth got closer to your center, your heart beating in excitement.
“Just relax baby, gonna make you feel good.” He cooed.
With a nod from you, he was shoving his face into your cunt. Giving your pussy an open mouthed kiss, letting his tongue dart inside and feel around your walls— which had you crying out, instinctively trying to crawl away because it felt too good.
He used he free hand to press down on your stomach, forcing you to lay all the way down on the island. His strong arm kept you in place, leaving you no chance to run. Not that you wanted to.
“Gotta stay still babygirl.” He instructed.
You found it hard to stay still with his thumb rubbing faster of your clit, his tongue massaging your walls and slit so perfectly you felt dizzy. You had never had someone go down on you like this, and you wondered how you had gone this long without it— it felt too fucking good.
“Bucky— feels so good, please don’t stop!” You whined, your hips starting to grind against his face in attempt to chase your release quicker.
Bucky went feral at your whines, your pleas— it only spurred him on, starting to lick, kiss and suck at your cunt faster and harder.
He stopped his rubbing motions of your clit and snuck his hand down to your slit, lifting his mouth to insert two fingers. They slid in easily with how wet you were, and he could feel your walls clamping down on them. Had him growling at your whines.
“Oh… fuckkk…” You moaned out, gripping the island in a death grip, the coil tightening within you.
Bucky lowered his head back down and sucked hard onto your clit, watching your body jolt from the sensation.
He knew you were close.
You whimpered and couldn’t stop grinding your face into his face and onto his fingers— wishing them deeper.
He started moving his fingers in a come here motion and brushed against a spongey pad— causing your hips to jolt, your cries loud and echoing throughout the kitchen.
“There it is baby… want you to cum for me.” He cooed.
He kept sucking and rolling his tongue around your clit while brushing against your sweet spot repeatedly. The edges of your vision were hazy and dark, the coil nearly snapping.
“C’mon sweetheart— let go.” He whispered, licking up and down your clit quickly.
With one last stroke against your sweet spot, you were crying out, pathetic whines leaving your lips as your body twitched and jolted, no doubt having fallen off the island if he weren’t holding you down. Waves of ecstasy flowed within you, your entire body buzzing as he kept lazily stroking your walls, avoiding your sweet spot in order not to overstimulate you.
He peppered kisses to your pussy and inner thighs as you came down, every now and then hips twitching at every other kiss he’d place on your clit.
Your breathing was slowly coming back down, you stayed laying on the island— completely covered in sweat. You had a dumb weak smile on your face, your eyes fluttered shut from the intense pleasant buzz that filled your being. You almost felt like you were floating.
“You with me honey?” He joked, giving your sensitive bud one last kiss before raising up to his feet.
He gently pulled you up so you were sitting up now. He let out a tiny chuckle at your ducked out expression.
“(Y/n)?” He teased, tucking stray hairs behind your ear.
You nodded and leaned into his touch, closing your eyes in contentment.
“I’m perfect.” You whispered, looping your arms around his waist, burying your face into his chest.
His heart pulsed at the action, you looking so delicate and pure hugging him like a little monkey. The waves of pure bliss from your state were overwhelming, taking over all his senses— but it still couldn’t block out the guilt that came after.
“You’re a little cuddle bunny, aren’t ya?” He cooed, rubbing your back soothingly.
He didn’t hear a response, and if you did respond— he couldn’t hear it due to his mind getting lost in the what if’s. The guilt eating away at him.
He supposed he’d had fun until the moment came where he couldn’t anymore.
TAGLIST: @kmc1989 @hanihoney88 @potatothots @billy-reads @sebastiansstanswhore @silverfire13 @lilbabygirl @ghostofwinter @hereticdance @goldylions @marvelogic
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omg no you’re absolutely right, this gif fits perfectly 😅🤭💗
The Collection
♡ Pairing: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
♡ Summary: Bucky arrives home and panics when he notices you calling for him from your room, but upon entering— he realizes what you have been getting yourself into.
♡ Warnings: superrrrr fluffyyyy 🥹, slight panic, hints to paranoia, hints to PTSD, hints to bucky’s trauma, overall a comfort drabble
main masterlist
A/N: i have been adding to my own squish mallow collection and thought of this 🥰 i’m unhealthily obsessed with squish mallows
Arriving back at your shared apartment, Bucky couldn’t help but notice the amount of time xtra large bags on the kitchen counter. He furrowed his brows in confusion and wandered to the fridge. Opening it in inspection, he didn’t see anything new or added.
You hadn’t gone grocery shopping…
He could hear faint shuffling from your shared room, and he couldn’t help but panic. His mind was brilliant at creating a problem from nothing. He was a professional over thinker— and sometimes it threatened to make his heart give out.
“Baby? I’m home!” He announced, shimmying off his jacket and making his way to the bedroom.
“James! Come quick— you gotta see something!” You said urgently.
He automatically thought the worst and all his suspicions were suddenly coming through. Visions of you hurt came to mind and he practically sprinted and busted through the door. The knob slamming into the wall with a loud thud.
“(Y/n)? You okay?!” He asked panicked.
His body relaxed at your calm state, only the look of confusion on your face. With a quick scan— he noticed there was nothing wrong with the room or you. In fact, if anything was different— it were the many new plushies on the bed.
Releasing a breath that he didn’t know he was holding in, and ran a hand through his hair.
“James honey— you alright? Just wanted to show you my new squishmallows.” You asked him worried, walking over to stand next to him.
Truthfully, if anything he was embarrassed that he’d let himself get in his head again. But after finding you perfectly fine, and organizing your plushies— which he found adorable— he felt fine. He was only happy that you were okay.
“M’fine baby, just thought you were in trouble is all.” He told you honestly.
You softened your gaze to him, grabbing his hand and hiding him to the bed. You gently pushed him down to sit, and he did so willingly.
“I didn’t mean to sound all panicky— was just excited to show you the new ones I got today!” You told him, smiling like the cheshire cat.
He chuckled, leaning back on his hands as he looked down at the medium sized squishmallows.
“You know— this is considered an addiction.” He pointed out.
You scoffed, waving him off like it was no big deal.
“Some consider it a hobby actually.” You defended.
He raised his brows in amusement, chuckling again when he saw you being so defensive. He thought you were adorable.
“You’re so cute.” He said out loud, causing your face to grow hot.
After all this time— he was still easily able to make you blush, flustered from his compliments.
You shook off the flush in your face, choosing to pick up a new squishmallow to show him. You held up a medium sized seal squishmallow, to which Bucky smiled at.
“This is a seal one, his name is Remmy.” You told him.
Bucky grabbed it from your hands, giving it a test hug and holding it while you grabbed another one. Next was a longhorn squishmallow, with a ring dangling from its nose.
“This is a bull one, his name is Shep.” You told him, giving it a hug and then passing it to Bucky.
You held back a giggle, Bucky holding the plushies to his chest an adorable sight. Such a tough man with these cute stuffed animals.
“I like his horns.” He noted, fiddling with the plushie.
You picked up the last one, being a bird squishmallow. You smiled wide as you looked at it, this one being your favorite.
“This is my favorite of the three. I think he’s a hawk or something, and his name is Sam.” You explained.
Bucky’s eyes went wide and he started laughing, dropping the other plushies on the bed, he reached out and grabbed the hawk and inspected it.
“Sam, really?” He asked chuckling.
You nodded your head with a sly smile.
“Does our Sam know about this?” He asked again.
“Definitely not— but I’m sure he’d appreciate it.” You told him.
You two laughed at the goofiness and you ended up being pulled by Bucky into the bed. He wrapped you up in his arms and the two of you started cuddling— just melting into each others embrace. The squishmallows surrounded you two while you both drifted off to sleep.
Nothing felt more perfect, nothing felt more right than being in his arms.
“Love you baby.” He whispered, kissing the top of your head.
“Love you more James.” You mumbled into his chest.
TAGLIST: @billy-reads @potatothots @buckyb-stan @kmc1989 @silverfire13 @ghostofwinter @hanihoney88 @stilesofhannah @skittle479 @marvelogic @meetmeatyourworst @engie115 @wilsons-striped-ties @x209x @kandis-mom @l0kilaufeys0n7
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thank you 🥰
The Collection
♡ Pairing: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
♡ Summary: Bucky arrives home and panics when he notices you calling for him from your room, but upon entering— he realizes what you have been getting yourself into.
♡ Warnings: superrrrr fluffyyyy 🥹, slight panic, hints to paranoia, hints to PTSD, hints to bucky’s trauma, overall a comfort drabble
main masterlist
A/N: i have been adding to my own squish mallow collection and thought of this 🥰 i’m unhealthily obsessed with squish mallows
Arriving back at your shared apartment, Bucky couldn’t help but notice the amount of time xtra large bags on the kitchen counter. He furrowed his brows in confusion and wandered to the fridge. Opening it in inspection, he didn’t see anything new or added.
You hadn’t gone grocery shopping…
He could hear faint shuffling from your shared room, and he couldn’t help but panic. His mind was brilliant at creating a problem from nothing. He was a professional over thinker— and sometimes it threatened to make his heart give out.
“Baby? I’m home!” He announced, shimmying off his jacket and making his way to the bedroom.
“James! Come quick— you gotta see something!” You said urgently.
He automatically thought the worst and all his suspicions were suddenly coming through. Visions of you hurt came to mind and he practically sprinted and busted through the door. The knob slamming into the wall with a loud thud.
“(Y/n)? You okay?!” He asked panicked.
His body relaxed at your calm state, only the look of confusion on your face. With a quick scan— he noticed there was nothing wrong with the room or you. In fact, if anything was different— it were the many new plushies on the bed.
Releasing a breath that he didn’t know he was holding in, and ran a hand through his hair.
“James honey— you alright? Just wanted to show you my new squishmallows.” You asked him worried, walking over to stand next to him.
Truthfully, if anything he was embarrassed that he’d let himself get in his head again. But after finding you perfectly fine, and organizing your plushies— which he found adorable— he felt fine. He was only happy that you were okay.
“M’fine baby, just thought you were in trouble is all.” He told you honestly.
You softened your gaze to him, grabbing his hand and hiding him to the bed. You gently pushed him down to sit, and he did so willingly.
“I didn’t mean to sound all panicky— was just excited to show you the new ones I got today!” You told him, smiling like the cheshire cat.
He chuckled, leaning back on his hands as he looked down at the medium sized squishmallows.
“You know— this is considered an addiction.” He pointed out.
You scoffed, waving him off like it was no big deal.
“Some consider it a hobby actually.” You defended.
He raised his brows in amusement, chuckling again when he saw you being so defensive. He thought you were adorable.
“You’re so cute.” He said out loud, causing your face to grow hot.
After all this time— he was still easily able to make you blush, flustered from his compliments.
You shook off the flush in your face, choosing to pick up a new squishmallow to show him. You held up a medium sized seal squishmallow, to which Bucky smiled at.
“This is a seal one, his name is Remmy.” You told him.
Bucky grabbed it from your hands, giving it a test hug and holding it while you grabbed another one. Next was a longhorn squishmallow, with a ring dangling from its nose.
“This is a bull one, his name is Shep.” You told him, giving it a hug and then passing it to Bucky.
You held back a giggle, Bucky holding the plushies to his chest an adorable sight. Such a tough man with these cute stuffed animals.
“I like his horns.” He noted, fiddling with the plushie.
You picked up the last one, being a bird squishmallow. You smiled wide as you looked at it, this one being your favorite.
“This is my favorite of the three. I think he’s a hawk or something, and his name is Sam.” You explained.
Bucky’s eyes went wide and he started laughing, dropping the other plushies on the bed, he reached out and grabbed the hawk and inspected it.
“Sam, really?” He asked chuckling.
You nodded your head with a sly smile.
“Does our Sam know about this?” He asked again.
“Definitely not— but I’m sure he’d appreciate it.” You told him.
You two laughed at the goofiness and you ended up being pulled by Bucky into the bed. He wrapped you up in his arms and the two of you started cuddling— just melting into each others embrace. The squishmallows surrounded you two while you both drifted off to sleep.
Nothing felt more perfect, nothing felt more right than being in his arms.
“Love you baby.” He whispered, kissing the top of your head.
“Love you more James.” You mumbled into his chest.
TAGLIST: @billy-reads @potatothots @buckyb-stan @kmc1989 @silverfire13 @ghostofwinter @hanihoney88 @stilesofhannah @skittle479 @marvelogic @meetmeatyourworst @engie115 @wilsons-striped-ties @x209x @kandis-mom @l0kilaufeys0n7
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uhhhh all i’m seeing is beefy!bucky 👀😍🥰
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#let me be delusional#i’m only imagining beefy bucky thank you and goodnight#sebastian stan#dumb money#aka beefy bucky can destroy me thanks#beefy bucky can literally own my ass#beefy bucky barnes#my husband#lover 😍
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