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PICK YOU BACK UP - Bucky Barnes

Summary: when everything is too much and your body is working on overtime, Bucky's always by your side to pick you right back up.

Warnings: established relationship, emotional hurt/comfort, eventual fluff and comfort, self doubt/depreciation, feeling drained & powerless, crying, talk of feeling ill/wanting to throw up (nauseous) , medicine/capsules, non-sexual nudity, showering together, illusion to (bucky wanting to) beat someone up, bucky nursing you back to health, loverboy bucky (ily), not proofread

a/n: if you guys have any domestic headcannons for this man PLEASE drop them in my inbox I beg I'm obsessed with those rn plsplspls I'm desperate,, also I haven't felt very good lately sorry for no fics :(

w/c: 2,4k ･ a03 ･ prompt list ･

BUCKY knows you've had a long week. Between various phone calls and helping out the team, you've been navigating everything nonstop, left and right, for the last eight hours.

And every muscle is on its last tug. Every inch of your mind is one second away from that throbbing headache that loves to bother you when you've finally relaxed. You sigh out, slumping back in the office chair that's been your home since lunch, three hours glued to it while your butt discovers what it's like to stand up again.

Legs jelly resulting the worst possible way, you sluggishly make your way to the lounge to dip into whatever's in the fridge that's leftover, hoping to see the mac and cheese that seemed right when everything else was too high maintenance.

He saw everything that hadn't been laid out for him; your slack in posture, the glum in your gaze, the way you hesitantly approached everyone and everything. He had a visible pout on his face by the end of the day, searching for something that could possibly fix the curve downward in behaviour that had been bothering him as he witnessed it in the last couple of days.

Bucky knew pretty much everything about you. Since you started dating, he'd carefully memorize any and every inch from head to toe. Your cold? He could sense the shiver coming from a mile away and would have an old blanket Steve had given him wrapped around your shoulder in no time, for you to curl nicely up to him, wrapped like his comfortable burrito.

You were hungry? He wasn't trying to pry, but with his heightened hearing he could tell your stomach was clinging onto the last meal to sustain you, already setting your comfort dish together with a bag of chocolates on the side he knew you'd light up at because they were your favorite, and you had every time he brought them.

His favorite was finding you in the bathroom, the times in the mornings where you struggled to stay sane while brushing your hair because one part wouldn't stop giving you a hard time. He'd come up behind you, kissing up your neck before softly cooing into your ear.

"Here, sweetheart. Let me help you" you had easily given up the brush into his expertly worked fingers, gently skimming it through the knots and parts that'd have you pulling on your roots and a concerning amount of hair piling nervously in the brush. He hummed while he did it- you didn't know if he knew he was doing it, but it soothed you.

That was what peace looked like. Bucky at your every call when not even you knew you needed it.

He almost feared he was losing his spark- he didn't catch on this time, no, not quick enough.

The dark circles under your eyes, the way your smile didn't quite reach your face the way it usually did when he snuck up from behind and encased your waist in his strong grip.

Sometimes you'd joke it off when he would ask if everything was alright, saying you were "overworked and underpaid".

And he knew you were- he knew your job was annoying, and frustrating, and boiling your insides whenever some high powered man would talk down to you like a toddler when you had been working there longer than him.

But, you dealt with it.

Every insult, every powerplay, every criticism that chattered from their teeth was targeted only because they liked to play their game, and play it well. The one that had you crying and clenching onto your pajama shirt before getting into the shower, closing your eyes while the steam flooded your senses and let you fade.

Bringing you down slowly, they were definitely winning. Even everyday life was. The movements felt tiring. Like the wiring in your body had gone flawed, and frayed, snapping.

Getting out of bed was a chore. Making yourself breakfast became annoying. A coffee? You didn't even make them anymore. Everything was too much, and too fast.

Bucky had been on a stream of missions constantly, almost always out of the apartment, which had tainted his abilities to sense something wrong. He felt worse when he came home to an empty fridge and day-old cans left sprinkled from table to counter.

"Sweetheart?" He calls, but to no avail as he picks his feet up to your shared bedroom, seeing you dressed still in your work clothes while your hair's bunched up in fists and your eyes squeezed into the palms of your hand.

He's dropping everything in his hold just to wrap his arms around you, huddling over like he was attempting to take all the weight from your hunched over form into his.

It worked somewhat, the thoughts drained out by the broad of his chest and the tightness he knew helped when everything else hadn't, getting up while gently prying your hands away from your face.

It was flushed from the tear stains now dried when he helped you breathe, a steady in and out rhythm that lulled you calmly into a better headspace. He wiped below your eyes, thumbs rough but sweet as he planted a kiss on your forehead and guided you up the edge of the bed.

"Can I help you take this off?" It was almost a whisper, the way he said it like he didn't want to disturb the tension of feelings he had broken. You nodded, wordless, and that was enough.

Because he knew.

He always knew.

He reached for the hem while you tried not to show off the tremble in your lip and the shaky breath tumbling out of your lungs when he touched you so delicately, so steady- he was unbuckling the nude-colored bra next, letting his hands scrape over your sides with a smile that lit the corners of his eyes at seeing you let him do this for you.

"Buck?" You squeak out, nearly a whisper.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" Scanning your sullen expression.

"don't feel good" you can feel the swirl of unrest in your stomach, the pit of both wanting to throw up and anxiety combining to make an unpleasant mixture.

"Want something to ease the pain?"

You nod, watching him retreat into the bathroom and hearing the shake of a familiar bottle while he drops two capsules into his hand, coming back with his palm open and a glass of water in the other.

"Here, I got you." Dropping them into your hand, you toss them in your mouth, his metal hand outstretched to immediately follow up with the water.

"Want to take a shower? Calm everything down?" You nod again, letting him lead you once more by kneeling to access the belt around your waist, pulling until it rests on the floor with a clack of the buckle, pushing a leg up to help pull the fabric easily down you.

You're letting your eyes shut on their own, just focusing on the way his hands move and how everything else seems to fade when he's here helping you.

"let me help you up, then I'll go start running it" you grab onto his forearms, hoisting you up to stand while you battle the sudden wave of dizziness.

He doesn't let go. Not until you're physically loosening the grip you have and he makes sure your eyes are open and staring into his. At that, you give him a small, crooked smile and he gives you one back, running a hand to pat down the wild strands resulting of the bed head you had.

Together, you both slowly approach the bathroom door, but before he lets you turn on the light, he sticks up a finger motioning 'one second' only to come back with a candle and lighter in hand to plop it down on the counter and light the sweet, faint scent of vanilla to illuminate the room so it doesn't spark a throb in your head again.

It doesn't hit your senses powerfully, instead helping you sink into the calm that he wants for you- to feel the relaxation in your muscles and the sink in your shoulders, to tell you to let go of everything.

Turning it on after the candles lit, the steam already filling the room delightfully while the overhead fan annoyingly buzzes. You don't seem to notice it though, too drawn in by his welcoming arms and the way he grabs for your hand.

Like the gentleman he is, plants a kiss on your knuckles to help you balance before raising a leg to get into the tub. The spit of the stream helps you ease into it while waiting for him to follow.

The hot water rushes down your body, the heat overtaking every inch of skin. Not boiling, nor too cold, already he's behind you and watching you relish in the way it coats your head of hair.

Goosebumps rise when his hand slithers around your waist, not heavy, almost hovering as the other comes to play as well. Lowering his head onto your neck, you feel his breath fan the crook as he presses open mouthed kisses all the way up to your ear and back down, rubbing the smooth skin of your torso.

You whimper into it, touch starved and suddenly very needy- whether it be for distraction or a craving you've had hidden in the back of your mind, both feel the same at the moment.

"You.. you don't even know what you do to me, do you?" He whispers, lightly massaging your shoulders before you hear the squeeze of a bottle.

"everything about you.." his hands are back on the curve of your chest now, smelling the familiar lavender of your body wash.

"I admire it- every single day, every single moment," he's slathering it everywhere before turning you around to face him.

"you work so hard" leaning into him now, you give him full control as he ducks for another bottle after washing his hands off, the water only reaching your backside to successfully wash it off.

"and I'm so proud of you.. do you know that? How much I brag about you- nevermind that.. just thinking about you. All the time- 24/7, you're there"

The way he says it so earnestly makes you want to crumble all over again, but in a different way.

"Buck-" you plea, but it lands on empty ears.

"You deserve this- gonna take some time off and treat you to something good.. maybe a vacation. Where did you want to go again? I'll book it tonight." He starts at your hairline, rubbing your matching shampoo with care as you would. He watched you do it once- he remembered.

"Make sure my girl gets what she needs. I'll make those fuckers pay.. pay for everything that they made you think- how they made you feel. I'll make them feel worse"

You want to intervene. Tell him it's morally wrong. But do you care? No.

You don't even notice he's already turned the water off. You're too involved in his words like a trance, his praise and affirmations as he longingly gazes at you, the sweet nothings and how you're sucked in. At how he'd made it all better like nothing else existed before him.

The same way he helped you in, he's helping you out, another kiss to your knuckles and now a warm fresh towel being wrapped around you.

"Are you hungry?" Only then do you notice the stinge of hunger that strikes after the nausea has gone away.

"a little bit" when you exit, the sudden breeze of cold is nipping at your open legs, but Bucky's quicker, escorting you under the blankets even though you're still wet- he knows that, usually, you'd complain. But right now, he wants you to feel spoiled, wants you to know that you deserve it right now. That it's never a one time thing, and it's never going to be a one time thing. Not with him.

"I'll order your favorite. That little place around the block.. save you the milkshake for later and we'll have leftovers if anything goes uneaten.. or maybe I'll just steal a couple fries and count that."

You huff out a laugh, and he physically lights up at the way he's cheered you up.

He's shuffling himself under the blankets beside you, hand still careful over your stomach. You look at him, really look at him, to see all the love and appreciation mirrored in his dark blues.

"I'm.. I'm sorry for being this way buck, I-"

"Hey. Never, ever apologize. Never. I'm here, and you're not okay? I'm by your side. You're sad? I'm here to carry you through it. Sick? I'm going to give you a thousand kisses and still not be done when I get it too."

A lump in your throat forms, but you laugh, because this time the tears aren't sad. They're the release of genuine relief, emptying onto the slate he put out to catch you.

"Sweethea- hey, hey, don't cry"

"It- it's not you, buck, I just- I love you so much. Thank you"

"You never have to thank me for loving you, baby- I love you more than you'll ever know." He nuzzles into you, sickeningly cute and stupid, noses left and right while he rubs your cheeks with the utmost sincerity before kissing you.

Teeth clatter, tongues toss and turn, lips are bitten and noises are drowned out by the smush of lips together- but none of it matters. Not when you're taken care of, not when you've got a shoulder to cry on,

Not when Bucky's there.

"Let's get you into something more comfortable, yeah? Got my shirt over there.. just let me find your pj shorts.." he hops ridiculously over the pile of your stripped work ones, almost bailing in the process with a shy grin.

You sigh as you lean back into the pillows, wondering just how you got here, lucky, in a masterful fort of pillows with the love of your life there every step of the way.

When he enters back into your bedroom, he's got multiple things in hand like a practiced multitasker, clothing in one and food in the other.

"Hah.. didn't know it'd get here so fast" when he leans to put everything down, you almost scare him with your hands reaching blindly for his collar.

He gives in to your touch immediately, letting you kiss him silly, swollen lips and all drunkenly swerving in for more like you two are molded together.

"I love you, buck."

"I love you more, sweetheart."

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My friend said this about AO3 and it’s honestly so true

[feelingdozy]

i absolutely LOVE these rough sex with bob and brat reader i need more like yesterday

18+ below,, bob with you at a gala, getting jealous of everyone witnessing you in that dress.

a/n: this one came to me immediately after I got this request so thank you for making me also go crazy about this

Thinking about you and him at a gala where you keep giving him purposeful looks with a glint in your eye, making him become distracted from all the people trying to get his attention.

He wants to scoop you away- and for awhile, reluctantly so, he keeps his hands to himself and lets the evening play out. He's stuck hanging around a group of nosy investors that Val has hanging off her finger, practicing a smile when they say something he pretends to listen to.

His attention is all on that dress that hugs your curves sinfully, leaving nothing to the imagination for a man with a desperate dream of seeing you beneath him right this second.

When the bustling conversation ends, he's beelining straight for you, navigating the crowds and strays that wander off, leaving no room for mistakes to get there the fastest.

You have a drink in hand, but it's long left your mouth the second you saw the gears turn in his head and the way he landed on you like his next meal- which it turned out you were when his hand grabbed your wrist and led you to the bathroom secluded in the hidden corner of the big event.

It was a good size, fancy sink and cabinet to match- one he'd no doubt use in about two seconds when the door shut and his hands were all over you, leaving sloppy kisses down the hollow of your neck.

"think you can just wear this thing and not make me go absolutely insane out there?" You didn't respond, too busy gasping when your dress was being lifted to your hips.

"all those guys staring at you" he whispered, like he was drenched in jealousy, still almost playing the act of being mad instead of actually being frustrated at it.

"but you're mine." Hand feeling the way you had soaked through your underwear already, rounding precise circles while he hooked a leg to his waist.

"mine to see" rubbing your cheekbone with a drag of his thumb while pulling the pair down your legs.

"mine to hear" his fingers teased your entrance, little to no resistance as he put two in from the get-go, hearing the way you whimpered into the crook of his shoulder.

"mine to ruin." He curled, fingers in and out at a hard pace that had the quiet space filling with the sounds of you being played with so eagerly, juices already coating him when you came while singing his name.

He hiked you up on the counter, hastily unbuckling his belt before coating himself with your fresh release, relishing in the sting of your nails indenting his back when he filled you, deliberate and with a cheeky grin on his face when he left no room for further discussion.

Then, a knock on the door.

You went quiet- wide eyes, pupils brightly staring back at him. He only whispered,

"better keep quiet" if it wasn't for the way he was squirming to rock into you from the way you looked absolutely stunning in front of him, he would've never done something as risky as this-

But his dick was already painfully hard in his pants, and now he couldn't stop what he started. When your moans heightened and his thrusts matched that of strength and dizzying speed, he landed with the idea of those same two fingers now in your mouth instead.

You sucked them obediently, crying at the way he hit just right, feeling the impending orgasm land on the two of you.

His grunts turned into whimpers, feeling you clench tightly around him before your tongue slithered and sucked on the calloused fingertips that stayed lodged deep to have your eyes watering- a sight for sore eyes.

To the brim, you could feel him twitching while your legs hugged his hips, encouraging one more deep thrust to hit before you both came with pleasant sighs.

"Bob-" he looked up at you, eyes dazed and a cloudy, lovesick smile plastered on him.

"you okay, baby?" He asked while observing your slumped form on the sink, making sure everything was alright.

"Think you uh.. you- you kinda tore the fabric of my dress, hun"

He looked down, met with the rip leading up, making your dress have a very unsteady slit in it. Newly made, and personally done.

"oh- shit, I'm so sorry baby" his hands tumbled around, lifting you gently off before helping you get everything back on, you doing the same for him.

"do y'think they'll notice?" He asked, almost pitifully out of guilt.. but a little bit of pride behind it as well that he wouldn't name.

"mm.. think they'll notice the hickey first" you said, huffing a laugh at him when his face flushed red at the realization.

"gonna make up for this at home, baby?" Turning around to face him, he nodded, dipping his head down to peck a soft kiss on your face

"can't wait"

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And to do it so shamelessly too, not even trying to hide that you're using it is just insane and downright disrespectful to everyone who's working hard on the platform to spread their projects and creativity by hand.. will never understand how people are so unaffected and unafraid of stealing others work and time.

are we really using ai to write fics now💀 im disgusted

what other explanation is there for this to appear twice in a fic.

felt like i just wasted my time reading this stolen work.

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to bring AI onto tumblr of all places too when you have so many good writers willing to take a request and write it for you... take your robot written slop and get off this app

are we really using ai to write fics now💀 im disgusted

what other explanation is there for this to appear twice in a fic.

felt like i just wasted my time reading this stolen work.

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Please need more rough angry sex with bob and bratty reader!!

RUINED - Robert Reynolds

Summary: teasing bob is so fun, but becomes even better when a punishment follows.

Warnings: 18+ established relationship, porn no plot, marking, cursing, dom!Bob, sub!Reader, brat reader, brat taming, rough sex, angry sex kinda, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, heavy makeout, overstim, vibrator use, fingering, p in v, bondage, blindfold, aftercare

a/n: I needed some more of him too, so here we are. I rarely write for a hard dom and an angry Bob but when I do it's so fun thank you for the request!

send one in with the prompt list below ~

w/c: 1,4k ･ marvel masterlist ･ prompt list

Thinking about making Bob angry... so much so that you can feel your pulse quicken when he looks at you darkly, intently, like he's already laid out the plan for later tonight when you're pinned down to his mercy on his sheets.

You've been teasing him all day- not caring whether Yelena heard a little whimper, bucky saw the hand creeping nervously close into the waistband of his pants, John seeing the flush tips of his ears when you kissed wetly down his neck.

When he sat behind you in a debriefing, you couldn't help yourself but to grab his wrist and lead it into the back of your sweats, watching the look on his face change when his fingertips traced the provocative lace underneath that he knew all too well from the nights you'd give him a little surprise.

So when the time finally came, he wasn't going to put up with any of your bullshit, no, he was going to find a way to torture you right back.

"Bob.. where you at, hun- oh fuck" he came out the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, skin red and radiating warmth while beads of water soaked his toned chest. It led your eyes downwards with it, taking in the view you were lucky enough to be granted with almost every night.

Except the biggest surprise was what was in his hands. He could have easily used his own hands, but tonight, he wanted you to suffer for your swift little plays and naughty thoughts.

Handcuffs and a blindfold in one, a vibrator in the other, one you recognized very well from the nights you spent utterly alone with only the reminder of his lips on your cunt and cock filling you perfectly to the brim.

"W-where did you find that, Bob" you couldn't deny the anticipation and bubbly feeling in your chest of what was to come, excited and anxious at the same time.

"mm- always knew where it was.. sentry just gave me a little idea for tonight." That's when you realized the golden brimming his pupils, bright and undeniably thirsty to see you under him.

"Lie down for me, baby" no mock, just straight command cooing you into submission.

And you gave in immediately, already dazed and undressing to the lingerie hiding underneath your clothing all day, now being watched under his gaze.

It made you breathless, and your chest heaved when he adjusted the cuffs to perfectly tighten just enough to sting but not enough to hurt. Then the blindfold came, tuning everything out and having your senses too aware.

Every touch lit you on fire, arching up into his touch when his fingertips had grazed down your side, just to let you have an example.

"you've been so mean to me all day," he announced, making you whimper.

"m'sorry- ahh!" He had turned the vibe on, pressing it dangerously against your clit on the highest volume, pulling against the cuffs hooked to the bedpost already.

"are you, though?" Rubbing the inside of your thighs before taking it away, eager to ruin you another way.

"already begging for forgiveness and I haven't even started." He rubbed your clit in harsh circles, already teasing a finger to your entrance.

"got no patience for you today. You're gonna take what I give you, no complaints." You nodded, drool edging the corner of your lips.

"safeword?" He asked, with a softer tone that knew he didn't want to offer more than you could handle.

"Red"

He held back ripping the fabric covering your pussy, already soaked and staining through the thin piece when he dragged it down your thighs.

He began again, easily entering with almost no resistance, curling his finger sinfully like he had it memorized, dragging your body with him when you instinctually tried to run away, knowing there was no escape.

He added another, so soaked that he could've put himself in already- but he wouldn't, not yet. Not until you've learned to deserve it.

So he slowed. There was hardly any movement, like he was just tracing the faintest lines inside you and feeling you out on his own accord. You squirmed, hoping for something, anything that could give you friction to chase it back.

"What do bad girls ask for?" Evil. He was evil- and going to make you beg for half the night.

"Please, fuck, please Bob- jus'want your fingers- oohhh, mf-" he took the plush of your cheeks in his hand, aggressively stealing a kiss from you while your body humped the palm of his hand that was still working itself in and out. He reined dominance even there, huffing into it and sucking on your tongue to nipping surprisingly on your lip just to have you tensing.

You could hear the sounds of his fingers moving hastily below, your walls clenching down on him as they showed no remorse. You tugged on the restraints, flexing as he was intent on taming every part of you.

Moaned into his lips, his tongue scraped every inch he could reach of your mouth, exploring it, even planting it down your throat to have you gag, and smirking when he let you come off for air,

"So reactive, baby- but you're not allowed to cum"

Those words had you whining, crying at how he denied you when you were so, so close.

"please! shit Bob, you're so good-" bucking into the sensation, overwhelming, contrasting every habit to run from it.

"What do you say?"

Nearly lightheaded, you gave in through the tremble of your voice.

"I'm a bad girl- didn't mean to- to, fuck! To tease you, m'sorry-" your moans escalated, and he could feel you tensing beneath him.

"cum" and you did, twitching through the aftershocks. "M'not done with you yet"

He pushed himself in, having you scream at the sudden stretch of his cock to the hilt, feeling his length kiss your cervix. The heat of it was all crazy, enough to make your eyes roll to the back of your head while not being able to witness it, encased in a sea of black, fielding your vision and making it even worse in the best way possible.

You coated him, Bob stuck in a lust-dazed trance when he could see it plastered around his dick in a ring that had him pushing your legs up over his shoulders to have you under him so he could thrust even harder.

He growled in tune with your gasps and yells that filled his ears pleasantly, just sitting there while taking it. All of a sudden, you hear the familiar hum of a machine, and you're feeling it a second later when it glides through the slick of your swollen folds, landing straight on your nub.

He thrusts fast and hard, deliberately into that spongy spot he's marked out, leaving no room for anything except for both your pants because your voice has gone out the second he hits it right there, combined with the vibrations on your clit that have you gripping for your last line to sanity. His grip bruises on your hips as he brings you flush against him with tiny smacks to your ass when he watches it clap back against him, enjoying the way your head's tilted back.

"so tight, hah- so sensitive. My sweet, sweet girl learning her lesson" and when he cums, you're already spent through at least three orgasms and worn, legs twitchy and eyes pinned shut with tears soaked into the blindfold.

The tension snaps once more, and his hips are jerking blindly while he grunts, nipping at your ear just to keep you trembling, just to make you learn where you belong.

When you've finally calmed from your orgasm, he takes the blindfold off, admiring your wrecked face and the glassy look you meet him with.

He smiles fondly, kneading the inside of your thighs while he gently removes himself. You keen at the sudden emptiness, him shushing you while rubbing your cheek.

Undoing the handcuffs, he's showering you with praise, asking what you need.

"bath? Together?" You reply weakly, him agreeing in return.

"'course, baby. Let me run it first, then I'll carry you" he winks playfully, and it makes you huff a laugh at how ridiculous he looks doing it.

You whisper it more to yourself, but he still hears it, "might need to piss you off more often."

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Been thinking about this request I've had for a bit and I want to start writing, but I haven't been able to figure out how I want it to end, so I want the audience to choose!

Summary: He hasn't seen the reader since she died in his arms, so when he travels to earth-616 with the rest of his family and sees her with another man named Bob, he doesn't know what to think, or whether he's going to lose the chance to have you in this universe.

thank you to the person who sent this request in :))

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Thank you for the mention!❤️

ROBERT REYNOLDS FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS

the alchemy ⸻ @lavcreek

tags: assistant!reader, female!reader, and no use of y/n.

early riser ⸻ @feelingdozy

tags: cuddling, domestic fluff, established relationship, hickeys, hint of throwing up (not really), kissing knuckles, lazy mornings, non-sexual nudity-ish, post movie, reader is not a morning person, sassy bob, sentry serum effects, and talk of nightmares/void implied.

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WIPS - requests & more

I tend to write the fics when I have a good feel for them, so I apologize if it's taken me awhile to get to a request. I wanna do them the glory they deserve!

I appreciate every single one, so thank you for your patience! ~ they may not be actively being written out, but letting you know I've gotten your request and working on it!

Want to send something in? ~ prompt list ･ marvel masterlist ･

JOHNNY STORM:

In the hands of fate - He hasn't seen the reader since she died in his arms, so when he travels to earth 616 with the rest of his family and sees her with another man named Bob, he doesn't know what to think, or whether he's going to lose the chance to have you in this universe.

[request💌]

Bad coverage - Going public with Johnny was something the two of you had decided on imagining it was a great idea- not having to hide your true relationship. Except when it's used against you two, and Johnny's left losing a lot more than his previous reputation.

prompts: (angst; 10, 18, 21, 22) [request💌]

Fanclub fiasco - when johnny sees you getting flirted with by another man with no shame right in front of him, he can't help but want to show you exactly who you really belong to

Prompts: (NSFW; 6 - all included) [request💌]

When push comes to shove - The time comes of having to defend your universe from galactus, and you're the last one standing. To hold him back may cost your life, but between everyone counting on you to save the universe, sacrifices have to be made

prompts: (angst; 10,21,22) [request💌]

Heat You Up - When a date goes wrong and leaves you stranded in the middle of winter with no money and a dead phone, you think you're out of luck. When suddenly a stranger appears, and happens to make everything a lot warmer.

[WIP - mild hurt/comfort, fluff]

ROBERT REYNOLDS:

Show my love for you - Bob meets you like he has everyone else, and he doesn't know you nor your past. But he's eager to learn. With navigating your impairment and getting to know you, he wants to confess in a way that's personal and means something- so he learns sign language.

Prompt: "will you be my girlfriend?" deaf reader and bob trying to learn sign language for her [request💌]

untitled - okay, maybe you and Bob had been going at it like rabbits in heat lately, and just maybe he didn't wear a condom either- both agreeing, still on birth control, you don't expect morning sickness randomly nor the positive pregnancy test lying on your bathroom counter

Prompt: unexpected pregnancy [request💌]

Night Made to Remember - You and Bob got carried away the night before, and Bob's left to deal with the aftermath of the team finding a hickey on his neck that's painfully obvious, yet he refuses to admit it.

[WIP - fluff/crack, smut-ish]

BUCKY BARNES:

• Anger management - having to deal with the thunderbolts while being their assistant isn't an easy task, especially when John and Bucky can never stop arguing. When the fighting becomes too much one day, you retreat to your office only to see him follow and beg for forgiveness.

Prompt: slightly bratty Bucky and degradation to him from a dominant reader [request💌]

Untitled - When you finally find a roommate, you don't realize that he's never going to be home. So when he does eventually return, you didn't think to see him battered and bruised, aching to tell you his true identity

[WIP - little angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, maybe smut?]

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[feelingdozy]

Heeey! I found you when you were writing for JJK I think you're a fantastic writer :) would you ever write for JJK again or has that passed?

Thank you sm!!! I really appreciate how long you've been around :) I collect a bunch of anime figures and manga so in that respect it hasn't but with the manga being over, hype dying down, and me watching thunderbolts being immediately drawn in to bucky again for the first time in fooorrreevvver, the fixation had dulled and I'm just not as into it as I was before, so I find it hard to be genuine, and have actual fun when writing for those characters 🥲. I still read some fics from time to time that come up in my tags, but it was a fun ride while it lasted! unfortunately I don't think the fics will start up anytime soon. Thanks for the question ❤️

[feelingdozy]

kinda bored rn,, feel free to send in some requests, drabbles or just some little thoughts and ideas you guys come up with, I'm glad to chat about them and come up with some ideas for future fics 😤 or- whatever you'd like to stumble into my inbox with, I'll gladly take either 🤲🏻 ~ prompt list

[feelingdozy]

yes yes yes

i had some EVIL EVIL thoughts and I need to share…(evil=torturing Bob)

Okay so imagine John handcuffing Bob to you in a way where his dick is like stuck in you? You can’t get out and neither can he…Like all he can do is fuck basically… John’s just watching you two struggle like animals

john was practically doubled over in laughter, clearly amused at the scene in front of him.

you lay pinned beneath bob, the two of you tangled in a mess of rope and cuffs that made it genuinely impossible to break free. your muscles ached from the struggle, your senses frayed from the overstimulation, having come twice already.

bob looked worse for wear — face flushed, eyes glassy, his breathing ragged. whatever composure he’d had was gone, replaced with a desperate, wordless sort of pleading. he wasn’t speaking in full sentences anymore, just small, disjointed sounds that barely made it past his lips as he glanced toward john for some kind of mercy.

as john chuckled at the sight of both of you, the irony wasn't lost on him that he was the one who had orchestrated this entire scenario. yet, despite his amusement, he was teetering on the edge of losing control himself, captivated by the scene unfolding before him.

seated beside you, his hand rested on his cock, stroking it through the fabric of his boxers. he remained vigilant, though, ready to react should you decide to retreat. his attention was fixed on bob, whose head was nestled in the crook of your neck. bob seemed almost oblivious to everything else, his focus solely on the tender skin he was nipping and sucking with a mindless, almost primal, urgency.

bob's hips moved with an insistent rhythm, thrusting into you with a desperation that he couldn't suppress, even if he had tried.

you could feel the hot tears streaming down his face, each drop falling onto your collarbone as his relentless thrusts continued without pause. he had already come inside you once, yet even though he was physically incapable of pulling out, it seemed he had no desire to do so. his body quickly responded, his cock hardening once again as if driven by an insatiable need.

"please," he sobbed into your neck, his voice breaking with emotion. his hands, beyond his control, gripped your hips tightly, as if anchoring himself to you in a desperate attempt to prolong the intense connection between you both.

''s okay, bobby,' john murmured, his hand gently moving from your head to bob's hair, his fingers tenderly weaving through the strands. "just one more, yeah? gotta be a good boy f'me."

at those words, bob seemed to stir, his head lifting from the crook of your neck as he turned to look at john. his eyes were a complex mix of emotions, glassy with both unshed tears and a deep, almost desperate need. the intensity of his gaze reflected a tumult of feelings that he seemed unable to fully articulate.

as he turned his attention back to you, his expression softened slightly, though the raw emotion remained. he mumbled almost incoherently, the words barely forming a complete thought, yet the sentiment was clear.

"'m a good boy,' he whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of vulnerability and longing, as if seeking reassurance and validation in that simple statement.

"r-right, momma?' bob asked, his gaze fixed intently on you as he watched your every move. your eyes were half-lidded, heavy with a mix of pleasure and overwhelming sensation, as your body writhed beneath him. it wasn't an attempt to escape; rather, it was a physical response to the sheer overstimulation that coursed through you. every nerve ending seemed alight, each touch and movement sending waves of sensation crashing over you.

yet, despite the intensity, there was no desire to stop, no wish to retreat from the overwhelming pleasure. instead, you found yourself lost in the moment, your body moving instinctively in response to the sensations that consumed you.

"so good, baby," you mumbled, your voice barely more than a breathy whisper. your words were a testament to the pleasure that pulsed through you, your pussy throbbing with it.

even after both of you had come again, john showed no signs of releasing you from his grasp. the two of you squirmed and shifted, desperately seeking a way to escape the ropes and cuffs. yet, despite your efforts, nothing seemed to work. the bonds that held you were unyielding, a physical manifestation of the control that john exerted over the both of you.

technically, bob could have broken free from the bondage that restrained him. his strength, under normal circumstances, would have allowed him to easily slip out of the constraints. but in that moment, he was utterly spent, his body worn out and his mind overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the experience. the overstimulation had left him in a state of complete surrender, his body lying lax against yours, unable to muster the energy to resist.

you, too, were in a similar state of exhaustion, your body completely spent and your mind adrift in a sea of sensation. tears streamed down your face, mirroring bob. the overwhelming intensity of the moment had left you both vulnerable and exposed, your bodies trembling with the aftermath of the pleasure that had consumed you.

"johnny," bob whined, his voice a mix of desperation and longing as he gazed up at john through his thick, dark eyelashes. his eyes were wide and pleading, silently begging.

"please," he begged, the single word carrying the weight of his desire and need.

john looked down at the two of you, his expression a blend of affection and something darker, more primal. he seemed to drink in the sight before him, his gaze lingering on the way the bonds held you both captive.

"i'm sorry, baby," he murmured, his voice a low, husky whisper that sent shivers down your spines. "but you both jus' look so pretty like this."

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Glad you enjoyed ☺️❤️

FOOL FOR YOU - Bucky Barnes

Summary: Cooking dinner for the team involves you against knives- and it so happens that you end up giving yourself a cut because bucky, being the handsome man he is, walks in the kitchen as you pick one up. Hidden feelings and worried bucky don't clash very well, especially when it's a reoccurring issue.

Warnings: 18+ friends to lovers, love confessions, fluff and crack, oblivious feelings, requited crush, public events, accidents, description of blood, reader cuts her finger, medbay visits, knives/cutlery, multiple injuries, hitting her head, drink spills etc, forceful/aggresive man (not bucky), team shenanigans, porn with a good amount of plot, p in v, fingering, oral (f!rec), heavy makeout, size kink, praise kink, creampie, unprotected sex, cursing, rough-ish sex, marking, light bondage

req: I need Bucky with the prompt "let me patch you up", the trope "friends to lovers" and please do nsfw... read full

w/c: 6,2k ･ a03 ･ prompt list ･

You had been fine. Had was the keyword there. Until he walked in. Strands neatly over his face, unintentional framing that led your eyes straight to his, the rough stubble that led down his jaw and made his face even more jaw-dropping.

You were cutting vegetables. You were doing it neatly, too. The team had requested all different kinds of foods this time for lunch, so you piled them up to lead into a vote, that led into another, and another- eventually you had given up with an exhausted sigh, announcing you'd combine them all.

Yelena gave you a wide grin, Bob a shy smile. Ava's shoulders perked up, Bucky silent as ways just huffed out, and Alexei boomed with laughter.

So that had you here, cutting up a salad, preparing spaghetti with a special 'surprise' sauce as Alexei had added, along with mac and cheese as if one pasta wasn't enough to satisfy.

It wasn't annoying per-say- just frustrating, clumsily dropped the butter, spilling a drop of milk when it lingered away from the pot, dropping a batch of noodles.

Now you were here, finally on the salad. The last piece of the holy trinity of disaster foods they'd set you up to make, almost like they were plotting to find you dead by the time it was ready.

Starting with cucumbers, peeling, then cutting and adding them neatly to the big bowl with the dust of your hands and a boast at how good you did so far.

The next was some tomato's, cut them- somewhat.. nicely, juice everywhere but still got in the bowl.

Lettuce before the sauce since you had a picky group of people who hated the thought of more leaves in food than necessary.

You thought you had finally cleared it. Past the point of horrible mistakes and no returns.

But then Bucky Barnes walked it.

Graced with a compression shirt that said post-training hunger and sweatpants that gave much more imprint than you wanted to tease yourself with. You tried not to.

Not to look down. Not to look at him at all.

But your heart raced. So did the tips of your fingers, and your cheeks flushed at the sight of him so casual and laid back around you, you swore he was humming a tune-

"Shit!" You exclaimed as you looked down to find a good amount of pain from below- oh fuck, oh fuck you were ridiculous!- you cut your finger cutting lettuce thinking about your teammate and friend undressing you!

"Are you okay, y/n- oh my god-" he, too, had the same reaction looking down at the mildly nauseating pool of blood there on the cutting board, and it might've tripped your gag reflex to have you heaving dry.

"Bucky-" you attempted to get out, "I've got you, stay calm okay? 'gonna get some paper towel real quick then take you down to medbay."

He was surprisingly...calm. But you quickly realized he wasn't- he was keeping it together for you. His shoulders were tensed, and he was hastily opening and closing cabinets like he was searching for a lost key to a very important diary, or top secret files.

He was mumbling under his breath, weren't you ever the annoying one-

"Found it. Give me your finger, sweetheart" blood loss and nicknames combined almost made you faint on the spot. "Let me patch you up."

You looked away as he dealt with the overwhelming view in front of him, a silly, stupid mistake.

"How'd you do this, hm?" There was no mocking tone to his voice, only a pinch of genuine worry.

You sighed in embarrassment, "Cutting lettuce 'nd got distracted from you opening the fridge.. need to cut back on those brownies mister"

He chuckled lightly at that, one of his palms landing on the plain of your back as he led you to the elevator.

"Do you feel lightheaded?" He asked.

"A little," you admitted, "The blood- blood isn't an easy sight either. Not my best moment."

He started to rub your back soothingly, trying to distract with light conversation-

What had you done today so far?

Plans for the week?

Did Valentina give you any new missions yet or just complain and it went in one ear and came out the other?

It became easy.. until the elevator dinged an unpleasant chime at your predicament, and you found yourself treacherously on a bed getting looked at.

Now you really felt sick- the pain amplified, whimpering while they checked it out.

Then suddenly, you were being wrapped in arms. Warm arms. Big arms. His arms.

"Shh, don't look, you don't gotta look." He cooed, rubbing the back of your head gently.

Your brain was running miles per hour and it definitely wasn't from your finger. What was this? What was this man doing. Bucky Barnes?

Silent lady killer, gruffs and groans, stubble and amazing hair after sleepless nights- was cradling you in his arms? Oh my god, oh my god, oh my-

"That was quick, wasn't it?" Pulled away from his chest, you almost sobbed to see the bright lights reminiscing of a doctor's office and the smell of disinfectant flood your senses instead of his cologne that drove you crazy. Inside and out sort of crazy.

"Y-yeah, very quick" you commented with the way of your finger, now looking at the bandage securely wrapped around it better than the paper towel substitute. But.. you sort of wanted it back. Because Bucky had done it for you-

You were insane.

Over the next few days, Yelena could tell you were acting.. weird. Too clumsy, too jumpy, and constantly on edge.

"I can't tell if you're very pent up or mentally unstable" she announced when she found you crouched in the kitchen, trying to find the garbage bags someone had stuffed way too deep in there for comfort.

"Mm, maybe both" you replied back, trying to have a sense of humor, yet she wasn't wrong.

Since that incident, you had gotten either Alexei or John to stir something together, but they always came out in disastrous mixtures and disappointing flavours that never combined exactly right.

Luckily, since then there hasn't been a screw-up so damaging to your reputation.

That was until he walked in again.

Perfectly timed, handsomely dressed, and strikingly distracting for someone with their head under a cabinet.

"Whatcha looking for?" Gravelly, and definitely curious, he witnessed you bang your head in an attempt to look up at him.

"F-fuck!" You'd done it again, except more embarrassing with two people watching, and a second time with Bucky watching.

He was immediately on alert, Yelena watching in interest as his body moved almost instinctively to your lowered form that was, in her case, very funny to watch struggle out from the small space that didn't allow any good amount of room.

You rubbed the spot that ached and throbbed at the hard whack it had taken to the bottom of the sink, Bucky kneeling down to carefully execute removing you from down below.

Huffing and nodding her head in I told you so, "Jesus! How the hell did you do that-" Yelena nearly yelled, very concerned, and very scared for your well-being at this point.

"Are you okay? Is it hurting?" Bucky asked as he parted your hair for any sign of a bad bump, or bleeding- anything that said otherwise of good.

Yelena watched in silent contemplation as you and him made small talk, almost familiar in a way that set off red flags from the get-go

She started to ponder.

She remembered the story from the last time, that suddenly, when Bucky walked in you had lost your concentration and ended up slipping up on your hold.

And now- he was back, and you were losing it again.

She had her eureka moment. And she was not going to let it go.

"Here, let me help," Bucky asked while holding out his hand for you to take, with you hissing out a strained okay.

"Let me take you to the infirmary again." He left no room for argument, yet you still tried to pester.

"Bucky it's really okay-"

"Let him take you!" Yelena barged in, weirdly boisterous and cheerful.

"I mean, if you really don't want to take her, I can, but-"

"I've got her." Matter-of-factly, He was already leading you there at this point, and you were stuck in his reaffirming hold. Though suffering through the pain and kissing your teeth while holding back grunts- you still had a hard time not becoming a flustered mess with his hand safely plastered around your waist.

It was gentle, yet firm, his cologne close and airy. It was both personal- whatever soap he used and something cedar or woodsy, filling your nostrils in the best way ever. Maybe that alone would do the job of making you feel better.

"How's it going there, two-timer?"

"Hah hah. Funny" he laughed a deep chuckle at that, taking in your shrunken, injured form again.

"How d'you keep getting into this situations?" He questioned, nothing mean nor rotten. He was questioning your very valuable ability to make yourself an embarrassment in front of him.

"I- uh-" but before you could even scrape up an answer, you had showed up at the medbay.

"Guess this is our stop for a second time. C'mon, I'll come with you again"

"oh, bucky, you really don't have to-"

"I want to. Promise"

"You're joking"

"Bob. See. You saw right? That was real?"

"that was very real, Yelena" they both whispered from the corner, eyes peeled to bucky escorting you in while promising to 'keep you very, very safe'. At least that's how Yelena put it.

"How long has this-"

"She's done this before. Every. time. he. walks. in."

"Every time?"

"Every time Bob." She was deadpanned, and deathly serious.

And when the two of you came back out, laughing, Yelena held her chest like a heart attack would strike her next- maybe it would with the view she was witnessing in front of her.

"Oh my god" Bob mumbled, more to himself than Yelena when he caught the little whispers of conversation here and there when he focused enough.

"Yeah, can't believe a second time..."

"very clumsy, always there to help..."

"Are they flirting?" She asked, eager.

"Worse."

"Worse? What could be any worse than that!"

"They don't know that they're doing it" She dramatically sighed while rubbing her temples, debating on just going up there and really putting it into the two of you.

"And it's just simple conversation- like neither of them know they're totally down bad-"

"NO!"

"Did you hear that?" You squinted when you scanned the area, bucky still accompanying you to your bedroom.

"Hear what?"He replied, feigning innocence

"I swear I heard a scream.. kinda sounded like Yelena."

He shrugged, "the usual Yelena type of activities" He hid the corner of his lips perking up well, as he knew for a fact it was her.

Well, he knew it was her and Bob- and heard everything they had whispered. Not yet. He convinced himself, not yet.

What he didn't know, was that the moment would come sooner than he thought- very soon.

When a gala came around, and that required you proper, cleaned up, and etiquette that has people's mouths down, flabbergasted.

But that wasn't going to be simple. In fact, it was going to be near impossible while James Buchanan Barnes was strutting around in a fancy suit, slicked back hair-

You were already salivating just thinking about the sight.

You tried to be as normal as you could within the time before it was set to happen. The few hours earlier had been spent away from him, in fact, solely with Yelena and Bob chatting away in your room about nonsense.

You and Yelena had swapped makeup, both doing different styles while also multitasking each other's while Bob sat and watched curiously or scrolled on his phone.

By the time you three were finished, it had already rolled around to the evening- your room was blasting music as you finally scooped the dress that had been laying on your bed all day to put it on, Yelena whistling when you came out the bathroom.

"Yeah?" You asked with an embarrassed little tremble to your lip as you grinned at their shared reaction.

"Yes." They said in unison, Bob patting some areas down while Yelena circled for the zipper on the back to do it up all the way.

The dress you picked had not-so-coincidentally matched the blue of Bucky's deep colored eyes, leaning toward a dark powerful blue that definitely spoke out. Doing your hair the way you liked it, you picked some of Yelena's accessories to spice up the lower cut that revealed a bit of your chest, leaving most to the imagination.

Both their eyes sparkled when you twirled, finished and gleaming within the dimly lit room that held two bundles of absolute excitement and enthusiasm.

"You girls ready? Bob asked while tightening his tie in the mirror while running a hand habitually through his half-slicked locks that ran a little frayed at the front, one sliver very apparent and giving him a gentle formal look.

"Ready!" You exclaimed as Yelena fixed her strays, Bob helping her put the outer coat of her suit on in practised precision.

"Ready m'lady's" she answered following behind your trail, finally exiting the stuffy warmth, evidence of your hour long hangout to the fresh conditioned air of the tower.

You all took a deep breath, both of nerves and the newly felt breeze before going to the elevator and heading down to where Val had planned it.

The first reaction to the area dressed and decorated left you all a little stunned before stepping out, the crowd apparent, and looking very royally scary and rich.

Rich in a literal sense that was- in a way that both your friends had gotten swiped by your side in no time by investors and top payers that they had no choice but to step aside with because Val had made it very clear that if you didn't- you didn't want to know what the consequences would be.

So you were left on the floor with a bunch of middle aged heafty men, and wealthy men all alone. So what does someone do in this situation? Very obvious.

"What can I getcha?"

The bar. Luckily most seats were unoccupied, and you ordered your usual that had you sipping every so often while people watching with a bored expression. Nothing alcoholic. Just something to pass the time.

It was nice, for the most part. Squeaky tiles and overdone little details that meant Val had it down very precisely to whoever was in charge of decorating.

You observed the different groups of people, mostly white-haired and delicately sewn and tailored on the arms that read off as prestigious, almost scarily so. Until you saw him

Like you knew, brown hair slicked back dangerously, stubble not shaved but grown preciously, with an edge that made him look even hotte-

Gentlemanly. Yes. And not very, very, hard to resist pouncing on. His jaw flexed as he spoke, and you could only imagine the gruff tone mixed with the softness of his speech. His muscles fit the suit perfectly.

Like it was sin, they stretched the fabric over every delicate line and bicep and that you clenching the glass in your hand tightly. It was nicely spanning for the expanses of his chest too, built torso and all were very exposed, very obvious to anyone who looked at the way it listened to his command and made him broad and delicious.

Somehow, someway, like he could sense the catch of your breath and the spike of lust and adrenaline flowing newly through you, he met your eyes.

His gaze softened, and his lips curled in tune. A smile reserved solely for you, and you gave one back. Like everything around you had zoned out, you were only focused on the man making his way toward you.

And with that came disaster.

It followed you everywhere. Especially towards the ones that definitely shouldn't have had to go through the misery of your heart and your weary hands.

Because when you raised from your chair to meet him halfway, you were met not with the crinkle in his eyes nor the lingering of his scent.

You were met with the big chest of an investor who got in your path, and suffered consequences when your drink had split all down the freshly dry-cleaned and ironed white shirt that now was stained, colored and ruined.

Eyes widening immediately, you went into shock as he started to curse off at you, muttering countless apologies as he went on.

The anger in his eyes never dulled, instead worsened when he gripped your arm with more strength then needed, unnecessary and outright scary when he started to shake you and explain dumbly like you were a toddler in need of a lesson.

That's when Bucky stepped in. A hand firmly rested on his shoulder, making the older man stop in his tracks and turn back to be met with the darkened gaze of the winter soldier targeted towards him.

You wouldn't say it was scary, no, that's not the right word. He was heavily intimidating. One of the men that you don't want to get on his nerves because you know for a fact he's not going to let it slide no matter what.

And with that, the man let go of you and led himself off somewhere stumbling like he was the one nursing a drink.

"Sweetheart? You alright?" You watched the scene dazed, and coming back when he made it to your side.

Some people heard the commotion and stopped to stare, most resuming their talks and looking away instinctually when seeing Bucky at the scene of the crime.

It didn't make him feel ideal, but in this situation he was glad that there were no eyes on you to make it a huge deal that you'd have to poorly clean up after with sullen apologies and Val's frustrating lectures.

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak up at the moment.

"Let's go back to your room alright? Get you cleaned up some." When he said that, you finally looked down to see some residual of the liquid splattered on your hand where it once was, like evidence it all happened.

You let him blindly lead you, now listening to the hum of the elevator in comfortable silence.

"Did you.. uh-" he started, almost seeming hesitant to end.

"Wear that dress for a particular reason? Looks familiar."

You huffed a laugh, and nodded lightly.

"Yeah. I did"

"You did?" As he replied, you looked up at him, and he was of course already looking.

"I think you know."

"I-" he almost gulped. "I think I do."

The tension was palpable, but struck down when you took his collar in your fist and pulled him down.

He met your lips with no resistance, and whether it was hunger or devotion, both felt the same at the moment.

The moment you merged with his, everything about him was heavenly- your senses flooded with the way his tongue slid over your bottom lip, nipping to get it in your mouth, reining dominance as he explored you.

Your hands found his waist where they could, chest to chest now, heads slotted perfectly as the movements got sloppier. Fueled, he cradled your jaw and pulled you even closer. While his thumb absentmindedly traces you, you're fumbling with a crooked brow when he's still deepening it, slow and reverent.

His steady hands ground you to earth while he devours you, he's lightheaded when you both pull back and your breathing ragged.

A little breathy, he laughs when he presses your forehead to his, just taking in the contact and the resolved heap of unsolved feelings out in the open.

"I think you like me, Barnes."

"You sure?" He mumbles with a smirk, lost in the way you're still holding onto him like you never want to let go. Newsflash, you don't.

Still a little dazed, you have no motion to hold your words back now. "Unless it was just the dress?"

You question with a raised brow, and he chuckles loudly.

"Mm.. dunno- but it's definitely helping." His eyes scan down your figure, leaving nothing to be hidden as he takes it all in.

Whether the kiss or the view, he doesn't know, he's already half-hard.

"Did y'pick it just to tease me, sweetheart?" He asks as if he's not blown away and hiding his boner in the confines of tight dress pants

"Bucky, for the love of god, please take me to my room right now" As much as he tries to hide it, he's sinister grin throws the work away.

The request makes stutter for a second internally, mind running faster than he can process.

He takes one of your legs and lifts it up against his waist before pressing another kiss onto your lips, finding himself perfectly close to your ear to whisper,

"Jump" And so you do.

He holds your weight up effortlessly, no struggle nor tug of the arm as he leads you to your room with practised precision and with the speed of a man on a mission.

Legs curled around his beefy hips, you can pretty much feel every flaunt of his imprint against the open area of your underwear, heat infectious and utterly undoing when you accidentally grind into him chasing for the unknown friction and he grunts back with a twitch in his slacks.

When he finally makes it to your room, he's opening it hastily and plopping you softly down on the plush of your bed, taking in the image of you a little flushed, hair straying, makeup wiped off some and stained preferably to his lips.

"You're truly a vision, sweetheart." He's mumbling before reaching for you again, kissing you harder, messier, no attention to the way teeth may clatter and tongues might tangle. He's searching for that.

The ruin. The undone. And he hasn't even started.

His hands find their way down your figure, feeling every curve and inch of skin hiding underneath the masterpiece that's your outfit you picked that had his attention away from those old men and glittery women.

"Can I take this off you?" You nod, watching the fabric slip down when he reaches behind you to unzip it, raising your hips so he can fully pull it off before placing it with care on your chair.

"Fuck" he's licking his lips when you're below him, bra only and underwear soaked when he presses down right where you need him, arching into his touch.

He's kneading the padding of your breasts before kissing down your collarbone, biting and licking the skin to hopefully have purplish spots bloom later on to remind him how he tasted every inch of you.

"Bucky, need you s'bad" your reaching out to tug on his tie, and he listens.

"You gonna be a good girl for me?" The way he says it is intoxicating, gruff and dark. He knows exactly what it does to you.

"Yes, yes please-" In the midst of your pleas, he's settling down on the bed to perch himself between the plush and empty space of your thighs.

They were lonely until his breath fanned inside, teasing you devilishly with a couple kitten licks before his teeth dip in to the sensitive area, eliciting an unexpected yelp while you squirm, though it doesn't do anything except food for thought because his grip is firm-

You couldn't close your legs no matter how much you'd had liked to, when his muscles tense so nicely to keep you from hiding anything from him.

He works his way up, leaving the damp spot to grow, almost enveloping the whole piece. And when he finally, finally rubs small circles on your clit, you're immediately whining out for more.

"Bucky, god- I need more, please"

"You need s'more sweets?" Before you can respond, a finger is already tugging the underwear down your leg to find your glistening cunt in front of him, leaving nothing to the imagination now.

And suddenly, he's hungry- his fingers work as fast as his brain processes it, slipping past your entrance easily as your back lifts to chase the friction.

And when his tongue doubles down, you're almost screaming his name for the compound to hear.

"Fuck, you taste so fucking good sweatheart."

"Thank you, thank you" your babbling out when his fingers deliciously curling up like he's already memorized the spot that has you keening, lips latching onto your sensitive bud as he sucks first gently, then harshly when the force of the finger picks up to have you fleeing around.

The sight makes him delirious- his dick is fully hard, rubbing almost pathetically against the softness of your mattress and groaning into your taste mostly because eating you out his helping him get there. He could likely come undone without you even needing to lay a hand on him.

Though it helps when your hands find his hair, not caring about the style and how the gel's firmly in place. No, your latching onto what you can, clawing while holding on for dear life and bringing him closer, both riding him out and backing away.

"Soak my face, you're not getting away from me til you cum." Pussy-drunk and with no regrets, he's urging another one of his fingers into you, and two together are utterly huge. You're wondering just how much he has to stretch you open, the image of the cock hiding behind zipped up pants has you questioning how your sanity's going to be after this.

With how wet you are, it doesn't feel like a challenge to have them both moving in tandem, but the low, buildup in the pit of your stomach isn't showing any mercy when slow stripes and teasing blows of air to your clit turn into the most leg-trembling head you've ever recieved when he finds your clit and never lets it go.

He knows you're close, knuckles never letting up on his hair, and the way you're grinding yourself into him as him moaning- the vibration echoes back, making your rhythm stutter. A cry erupts from your throat, and your toes are curling almost numb.

Clit overstimulated and that spongy spot within you being targeted has the world fading, literally at his fingertips when he curls perfectly and as you soundlessly cumming to his command.

"Doing so perfect for me, sweetheart, christ." He's climbing up you, shaky but recovering when he collides with you again, tasting yourself and seeing the mess you had made when you feel it all over and integrated into his stubble like an oil he had put in.

"How the fuck are you so good at that?" Your voice is strained in a way that makes him huff out a laugh, and not to admit he's flattered that you find him so daringly good.

"Just.. passionate?" He replies while you're laughing back.

And then you feel something. Undeniably huge and aching up against you, the collar of his suit a little soaked with remnants of the night and his tie crumpled, beard glistening.

"you-"

"I think I might've came my pants already" he says it so casually, it almost sounds wrong.

"I want you, Bucky" because you can tell what's going through his head. the contemplation. The aftermath. But you want him on you.

Literally.

"r'you sure, sweetheart?" It's smitten almost, nervously so.

"Yes Buck, and if you don't unzip those pants I'm going to start humping you through them" he's making quick work now, watching him undress while you unstrap your bra as you laugh.

Except your face drops and your eyes widen when he's shirtless, and even moreso when his pants disappear.

You find yourself led downward, landing on every surface of a scar, scrape and bruise. To you, he's beautifully open to you right now and that means more than anything.

On the other hand, you're drooling because of how good he looks, all that's been hidden underneath those tight shirts and multiple layers. And you look down to be met with the most enticing sight of all.

"God Bucky, you're damn built- and holy fuck you're huge.. is that even going to fit.." you're mumbling the last part to yourself, but he grins because he hears it anyways.

"I'll go slowly, sweetheart, don't worry. You tell me if anything's wrong, alright?" Your heart thumps loudly when you realize how real it's becoming, and everything is swimming inside you with anticipation.

He pumped himself once, then twice as he was already red and aggravated- he was weirdly sensitive, too, the tip madly dripping pre-cum while his eyelids were dusted, looking back at yours to find the same lust-evident look.

Glassy and divine, he had lined up against your cunt, rubbing the tip to collect your juices and catching on your clit as you hissed.

"Please, Buck. I can take it, be your good girl." You whined, inching closer and closer desperately that was nothing short of lewd.

"Yeah? You can?" He growled, starting to push himself in.

"Mhm, yes- yeessss" the stretch was genuinely mouth-watering and almost borderline painful with his length and your pussy trying to accommodate it.

"You're doing so well, sweets- fuck you're squeezing me so tight" his breathes were deep and focused, thrusting almost to the hilt. His hands splayed themselves on your hips, almost bruising in a way that had you lightheaded with delight.

The sensation of his dick reaching every crevice and corner of you, so much so that when he laid a hand on your lower stomach, he'd pride you-

"Can feel myself all the way in, you're doing s'good, shit" the pressure was amazing, almost overbearing when he began a steady rhythm that had you doubling down on his name, a mantra that sang like music to his ears.

"s'pretty like this, below me with my cock deep in you-" when you had gotten used to the sheer size and girth the man had inside you, he bent down to take your nipple into his mouth, nursing it like he would a cup of his favorite coffee.

Nipping, your moans got louder when he bit it cheekily and thrusted upwards like he knew where to aim, hips flush against you and sweat beading down both your foreheads as sex and slaps of skin filled the room steadily.

He hasn't displayed his size properly- not yet, so when he runs his hands down the lengths of your arms to obtain your wrists with one palm while holding them together, everything kicks into overdrive.

Suddenly the way he's sucking on your breasts makes you squirm even harder. The way he holds onto your hands, firmly and you can see the outstretched outlines of his built veins that curve along his forearms.

Suddenly you're aware of his beefy girth, the one that's digging into you while he huffs affirmations in your ear. His free hand is bringing you back to him every time, you can feel his tuffs of pubs while your ass hits just right. He can't see it, but he doesn't need to. The view below him is just where he wants to be.

You can feel your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach, gasping when he decides to fully bottom out, your breath is punched out of you and your pleading while your hands reach out to anything they can, familiarly in his hair again.

"Gonna cum, gonna cum deep in this sweet pussy. That okay, sweetheart?" You don't know how he's even forming coherent sentences, but somehow, someway, you're nodding back in agreement.

You hear his groans raise in volume as he bites down on your neck to save some dignity. You can feel the twitch of him present and every vein scraping the inside of your gummy walls- carving it out for his shape to be forever stained in paradise.

"Buck- m'cumming, oh my ffffuck cumming, don't stop" the noises that feel the room are downright dirty and obscene, and his hips are jerking mindlessly into yours, flush against you with force.

"never dreamt of it"

tears are stinging the corner of your eyes when you swear he's rearranged your insides, clenching down on him tightly as you feel your impending release. When it snaps, your absolutely spent, juices coating his cock as he pressed firmly into you.

Pulsing, he didn't let up, letting your climax hit with the pressure. In fact, it spurred him on. Panting, he was close too, hitting his almost at the same time.

mushroom tip filling you to the brim with rope after rope of his cum, legs twitching erratically and pussy utterly tender, and swollen. You could feel his seed everywhere, already probably dripping down your thighs.

He grazes your nipple accidentally, sore and sensitive when the overstimulation from anything and everything hits.

"Careful Buck" you sigh out, smiling crookedly at the bliss of the aftermath.

"You okay? Was it okay?"

"mhm- s'good buck. Real good"

He chuckled dreamily and mumbled, "let me get you cleaned up," retreating to the bathroom to find a cloth hung up to wipe you down, his cum that had spilled out and ran down the inside of your thighs that had him resisting the blood flow down to his dick again.

Your eyes stayed closed before you felt the weight of the bed dip down, his presence known and back by your side where you wanted it. He pressed a peck to your check, nose and then mouth before running a hand through your hair.

"Little sweaty there"

"Mm- don't care. Gonna take care f'you anyways"

You hummed while he did so, admiring your wrecked form. Nothing short of wonders in his mind, he was content while he put a hand over your waist- almost like a claim.

Protective, and saying something words hadn't yet. He broke the silence first.

"Tomorrow- let me take you out. Real dinner. Real date and everything." His voice was a little used, but the way he rubbed soft strokes on your waist told you everything.

"Not going to let me cut myself again, Barnes? What a gentleman" he snorted at that, planting playful kisses in the corners of your neck.

"Can't let my girl get injured again. Wouldn't be proper." Your cheeks flushed at his words, and your hands stilled where they hung over his neck.

"Y-your girl?"

"I knew from the start but.. whenever I saw you get cut like that- I was worried and i- it just made me think of everything else I could've been patching you up for and not just a cut finger. How I wanted to be there if it happened again"

Leaving him with no room to ramble, "Of course, buck"

"Yeah?" He asked with a boyish smile.

"Yeah." You said, stealing a kiss from him.

You slapped his chest when he went in for another, pouting when you wouldn't let him reach you.

"That scream was Yelena, just so you know"

"I knew it! Damn you-" you faked an angry face before asking, "What was screaming about anyways?"

"I- uh... nothing important, trust me."

THE MORNING AFTER...

The two of you woke up, soaked in each other's embrace and yawning in tandem, legs tangled and pillows thrown to different edges and corners of the bed. You didn't want to leave- warmth radiated off of him, his hand spanning safely to encase you, and tightening every time you threatened to move

"Buuuck- gotta let me get up- needa pee" you rubbed your eyes, and when you opened them he was right next to you.

"mmmff- sweetheart.."

"Don't you dare say five more minutes" he sighed, rolling himself over dramatically to face the wall.

"Hey- you said ten minutes an hour ago! Don't get all fussy!"

When you wrestled yourself out of bed, the two of you eventually made it to the kitchen, unintentionally in his worn, huge t-shirt that you had stolen when you transferred to his room to access a toothbrush. He wore a hoodie and shorts combo- something you definitely wouldn't see on him unless it was a great day.

Yelena was sat on the counter and Bob doing the dishes, both chatting and laying down banter. Until you walked in.

"Did a shark get to you while sleeping?" She commented, whether amused or concerned you couldn't tell.

"What?" You said sleepily, eyes dreary and still half closed.

Bob tripped over his own feet at the sight while putting a dish away, "Jesus!"

You finally realized when you looked down and saw the sea of bite marks. Some purple, some lightly faded already and some skimming yellowish tints.

"Shit" you muttered, hearing their snickers in the back "Hey- you guys! Shut it!"

"Guess you're not pent up anymore!" Jumping off the counter, she ran with a speed never seen before as you chased her around the living room, loudly yelling her name with fire in your eyes.

Bucky was around the corner, watching the situation unfold with a tiny smirk on his face. He hoped to add more love bites to the collection soon.

thank you for reading :) requests are open! || Marvel Masterlist

[feelingdozy]

Bucky Barnes Strut Appreciation Post

[feelingdozy]

I need Bucky with the prompt "let me patch you up", the trope "friends to lovers" and please do nsfw "the basics(p in v)", "heavy makeout", "size kink", and "praise" PLEASE lowk complicated but I will love u 😛

I'm sorry this took me so long!! Through procrastinating and trying to think of a good plot, I also made this my longest fic yet😅 I really hope you enjoyed, this took way too much struggle for no reason! Thank you for the request! ~ fool for you

[feelingdozy]

FOOL FOR YOU - Bucky Barnes

Summary: Cooking dinner for the team involves you against knives- and it so happens that you end up giving yourself a cut because bucky, being the handsome man he is, walks in the kitchen as you pick one up. Hidden feelings and worried bucky don't clash very well, especially when it's a reoccurring issue.

Warnings: 18+ friends to lovers, love confessions, fluff and crack, oblivious feelings, requited crush, public events, accidents, description of blood, reader cuts her finger, medbay visits, knives/cutlery, multiple injuries, hitting her head, drink spills etc, forceful/aggresive man (not bucky), team shenanigans, porn with a good amount of plot, p in v, fingering, oral (f!rec), heavy makeout, size kink, praise kink, creampie, unprotected sex, cursing, rough-ish sex, marking, light bondage

req: I need Bucky with the prompt "let me patch you up", the trope "friends to lovers" and please do nsfw... read full

w/c: 6,2k ･ a03 ･ prompt list ･

You had been fine. Had was the keyword there. Until he walked in. Strands neatly over his face, unintentional framing that led your eyes straight to his, the rough stubble that led down his jaw and made his face even more jaw-dropping.

You were cutting vegetables. You were doing it neatly, too. The team had requested all different kinds of foods this time for lunch, so you piled them up to lead into a vote, that led into another, and another- eventually you had given up with an exhausted sigh, announcing you'd combine them all.

Yelena gave you a wide grin, Bob a shy smile. Ava's shoulders perked up, Bucky silent as ways just huffed out, and Alexei boomed with laughter.

So that had you here, cutting up a salad, preparing spaghetti with a special 'surprise' sauce as Alexei had added, along with mac and cheese as if one pasta wasn't enough to satisfy.

It wasn't annoying per-say- just frustrating, clumsily dropped the butter, spilling a drop of milk when it lingered away from the pot, dropping a batch of noodles.

Now you were here, finally on the salad. The last piece of the holy trinity of disaster foods they'd set you up to make, almost like they were plotting to find you dead by the time it was ready.

Starting with cucumbers, peeling, then cutting and adding them neatly to the big bowl with the dust of your hands and a boast at how good you did so far.

The next was some tomato's, cut them- somewhat.. nicely, juice everywhere but still got in the bowl.

Lettuce before the sauce since you had a picky group of people who hated the thought of more leaves in food than necessary.

You thought you had finally cleared it. Past the point of horrible mistakes and no returns.

But then Bucky Barnes walked it.

Graced with a compression shirt that said post-training hunger and sweatpants that gave much more imprint than you wanted to tease yourself with. You tried not to.

Not to look down. Not to look at him at all.

But your heart raced. So did the tips of your fingers, and your cheeks flushed at the sight of him so casual and laid back around you, you swore he was humming a tune-

"Shit!" You exclaimed as you looked down to find a good amount of pain from below- oh fuck, oh fuck you were ridiculous!- you cut your finger cutting lettuce thinking about your teammate and friend undressing you!

"Are you okay, y/n- oh my god-" he, too, had the same reaction looking down at the mildly nauseating pool of blood there on the cutting board, and it might've tripped your gag reflex to have you heaving dry.

"Bucky-" you attempted to get out, "I've got you, stay calm okay? 'gonna get some paper towel real quick then take you down to medbay."

He was surprisingly...calm. But you quickly realized he wasn't- he was keeping it together for you. His shoulders were tensed, and he was hastily opening and closing cabinets like he was searching for a lost key to a very important diary, or top secret files.

He was mumbling under his breath, weren't you ever the annoying one-

"Found it. Give me your finger, sweetheart" blood loss and nicknames combined almost made you faint on the spot. "Let me patch you up."

You looked away as he dealt with the overwhelming view in front of him, a silly, stupid mistake.

"How'd you do this, hm?" There was no mocking tone to his voice, only a pinch of genuine worry.

You sighed in embarrassment, "Cutting lettuce 'nd got distracted from you opening the fridge.. need to cut back on those brownies mister"

He chuckled lightly at that, one of his palms landing on the plain of your back as he led you to the elevator.

"Do you feel lightheaded?" He asked.

"A little," you admitted, "The blood- blood isn't an easy sight either. Not my best moment."

He started to rub your back soothingly, trying to distract with light conversation-

What had you done today so far?

Plans for the week?

Did Valentina give you any new missions yet or just complain and it went in one ear and came out the other?

It became easy.. until the elevator dinged an unpleasant chime at your predicament, and you found yourself treacherously on a bed getting looked at.

Now you really felt sick- the pain amplified, whimpering while they checked it out.

Then suddenly, you were being wrapped in arms. Warm arms. Big arms. His arms.

"Shh, don't look, you don't gotta look." He cooed, rubbing the back of your head gently.

Your brain was running miles per hour and it definitely wasn't from your finger. What was this? What was this man doing. Bucky Barnes?

Silent lady killer, gruffs and groans, stubble and amazing hair after sleepless nights- was cradling you in his arms? Oh my god, oh my god, oh my-

"That was quick, wasn't it?" Pulled away from his chest, you almost sobbed to see the bright lights reminiscing of a doctor's office and the smell of disinfectant flood your senses instead of his cologne that drove you crazy. Inside and out sort of crazy.

"Y-yeah, very quick" you commented with the way of your finger, now looking at the bandage securely wrapped around it better than the paper towel substitute. But.. you sort of wanted it back. Because Bucky had done it for you-

You were insane.

Over the next few days, Yelena could tell you were acting.. weird. Too clumsy, too jumpy, and constantly on edge.

"I can't tell if you're very pent up or mentally unstable" she announced when she found you crouched in the kitchen, trying to find the garbage bags someone had stuffed way too deep in there for comfort.

"Mm, maybe both" you replied back, trying to have a sense of humor, yet she wasn't wrong.

Since that incident, you had gotten either Alexei or John to stir something together, but they always came out in disastrous mixtures and disappointing flavours that never combined exactly right.

Luckily, since then there hasn't been a screw-up so damaging to your reputation.

That was until he walked in again.

Perfectly timed, handsomely dressed, and strikingly distracting for someone with their head under a cabinet.

"Whatcha looking for?" Gravelly, and definitely curious, he witnessed you bang your head in an attempt to look up at him.

"F-fuck!" You'd done it again, except more embarrassing with two people watching, and a second time with Bucky watching.

He was immediately on alert, Yelena watching in interest as his body moved almost instinctively to your lowered form that was, in her case, very funny to watch struggle out from the small space that didn't allow any good amount of room.

You rubbed the spot that ached and throbbed at the hard whack it had taken to the bottom of the sink, Bucky kneeling down to carefully execute removing you from down below.

Huffing and nodding her head in I told you so, "Jesus! How the hell did you do that-" Yelena nearly yelled, very concerned, and very scared for your well-being at this point.

"Are you okay? Is it hurting?" Bucky asked as he parted your hair for any sign of a bad bump, or bleeding- anything that said otherwise of good.

Yelena watched in silent contemplation as you and him made small talk, almost familiar in a way that set off red flags from the get-go

She started to ponder.

She remembered the story from the last time, that suddenly, when Bucky walked in you had lost your concentration and ended up slipping up on your hold.

And now- he was back, and you were losing it again.

She had her eureka moment. And she was not going to let it go.

"Here, let me help," Bucky asked while holding out his hand for you to take, with you hissing out a strained okay.

"Let me take you to the infirmary again." He left no room for argument, yet you still tried to pester.

"Bucky it's really okay-"

"Let him take you!" Yelena barged in, weirdly boisterous and cheerful.

"I mean, if you really don't want to take her, I can, but-"

"I've got her." Matter-of-factly, He was already leading you there at this point, and you were stuck in his reaffirming hold. Though suffering through the pain and kissing your teeth while holding back grunts- you still had a hard time not becoming a flustered mess with his hand safely plastered around your waist.

It was gentle, yet firm, his cologne close and airy. It was both personal- whatever soap he used and something cedar or woodsy, filling your nostrils in the best way ever. Maybe that alone would do the job of making you feel better.

"How's it going there, two-timer?"

"Hah hah. Funny" he laughed a deep chuckle at that, taking in your shrunken, injured form again.

"How d'you keep getting into this situations?" He questioned, nothing mean nor rotten. He was questioning your very valuable ability to make yourself an embarrassment in front of him.

"I- uh-" but before you could even scrape up an answer, you had showed up at the medbay.

"Guess this is our stop for a second time. C'mon, I'll come with you again"

"oh, bucky, you really don't have to-"

"I want to. Promise"

"You're joking"

"Bob. See. You saw right? That was real?"

"that was very real, Yelena" they both whispered from the corner, eyes peeled to bucky escorting you in while promising to 'keep you very, very safe'. At least that's how Yelena put it.

"How long has this-"

"She's done this before. Every. time. he. walks. in."

"Every time?"

"Every time Bob." She was deadpanned, and deathly serious.

And when the two of you came back out, laughing, Yelena held her chest like a heart attack would strike her next- maybe it would with the view she was witnessing in front of her.

"Oh my god" Bob mumbled, more to himself than Yelena when he caught the little whispers of conversation here and there when he focused enough.

"Yeah, can't believe a second time..."

"very clumsy, always there to help..."

"Are they flirting?" She asked, eager.

"Worse."

"Worse? What could be any worse than that!"

"They don't know that they're doing it" She dramatically sighed while rubbing her temples, debating on just going up there and really putting it into the two of you.

"And it's just simple conversation- like neither of them know they're totally down bad-"

"NO!"

"Did you hear that?" You squinted when you scanned the area, bucky still accompanying you to your bedroom.

"Hear what?"He replied, feigning innocence

"I swear I heard a scream.. kinda sounded like Yelena."

He shrugged, "the usual Yelena type of activities" He hid the corner of his lips perking up well, as he knew for a fact it was her.

Well, he knew it was her and Bob- and heard everything they had whispered. Not yet. He convinced himself, not yet.

What he didn't know, was that the moment would come sooner than he thought- very soon.

When a gala came around, and that required you proper, cleaned up, and etiquette that has people's mouths down, flabbergasted.

But that wasn't going to be simple. In fact, it was going to be near impossible while James Buchanan Barnes was strutting around in a fancy suit, slicked back hair-

You were already salivating just thinking about the sight.

You tried to be as normal as you could within the time before it was set to happen. The few hours earlier had been spent away from him, in fact, solely with Yelena and Bob chatting away in your room about nonsense.

You and Yelena had swapped makeup, both doing different styles while also multitasking each other's while Bob sat and watched curiously or scrolled on his phone.

By the time you three were finished, it had already rolled around to the evening- your room was blasting music as you finally scooped the dress that had been laying on your bed all day to put it on, Yelena whistling when you came out the bathroom.

"Yeah?" You asked with an embarrassed little tremble to your lip as you grinned at their shared reaction.

"Yes." They said in unison, Bob patting some areas down while Yelena circled for the zipper on the back to do it up all the way.

The dress you picked had not-so-coincidentally matched the blue of Bucky's deep colored eyes, leaning toward a dark powerful blue that definitely spoke out. Doing your hair the way you liked it, you picked some of Yelena's accessories to spice up the lower cut that revealed a bit of your chest, leaving most to the imagination.

Both their eyes sparkled when you twirled, finished and gleaming within the dimly lit room that held two bundles of absolute excitement and enthusiasm.

"You girls ready? Bob asked while tightening his tie in the mirror while running a hand habitually through his half-slicked locks that ran a little frayed at the front, one sliver very apparent and giving him a gentle formal look.

"Ready!" You exclaimed as Yelena fixed her strays, Bob helping her put the outer coat of her suit on in practised precision.

"Ready m'lady's" she answered following behind your trail, finally exiting the stuffy warmth, evidence of your hour long hangout to the fresh conditioned air of the tower.

You all took a deep breath, both of nerves and the newly felt breeze before going to the elevator and heading down to where Val had planned it.

The first reaction to the area dressed and decorated left you all a little stunned before stepping out, the crowd apparent, and looking very royally scary and rich.

Rich in a literal sense that was- in a way that both your friends had gotten swiped by your side in no time by investors and top payers that they had no choice but to step aside with because Val had made it very clear that if you didn't- you didn't want to know what the consequences would be.

So you were left on the floor with a bunch of middle aged heafty men, and wealthy men all alone. So what does someone do in this situation? Very obvious.

"What can I getcha?"

The bar. Luckily most seats were unoccupied, and you ordered your usual that had you sipping every so often while people watching with a bored expression. Nothing alcoholic. Just something to pass the time.

It was nice, for the most part. Squeaky tiles and overdone little details that meant Val had it down very precisely to whoever was in charge of decorating.

You observed the different groups of people, mostly white-haired and delicately sewn and tailored on the arms that read off as prestigious, almost scarily so. Until you saw him

Like you knew, brown hair slicked back dangerously, stubble not shaved but grown preciously, with an edge that made him look even hotte-

Gentlemanly. Yes. And not very, very, hard to resist pouncing on. His jaw flexed as he spoke, and you could only imagine the gruff tone mixed with the softness of his speech. His muscles fit the suit perfectly.

Like it was sin, they stretched the fabric over every delicate line and bicep and that you clenching the glass in your hand tightly. It was nicely spanning for the expanses of his chest too, built torso and all were very exposed, very obvious to anyone who looked at the way it listened to his command and made him broad and delicious.

Somehow, someway, like he could sense the catch of your breath and the spike of lust and adrenaline flowing newly through you, he met your eyes.

His gaze softened, and his lips curled in tune. A smile reserved solely for you, and you gave one back. Like everything around you had zoned out, you were only focused on the man making his way toward you.

And with that came disaster.

It followed you everywhere. Especially towards the ones that definitely shouldn't have had to go through the misery of your heart and your weary hands.

Because when you raised from your chair to meet him halfway, you were met not with the crinkle in his eyes nor the lingering of his scent.

You were met with the big chest of an investor who got in your path, and suffered consequences when your drink had split all down the freshly dry-cleaned and ironed white shirt that now was stained, colored and ruined.

Eyes widening immediately, you went into shock as he started to curse off at you, muttering countless apologies as he went on.

The anger in his eyes never dulled, instead worsened when he gripped your arm with more strength then needed, unnecessary and outright scary when he started to shake you and explain dumbly like you were a toddler in need of a lesson.

That's when Bucky stepped in. A hand firmly rested on his shoulder, making the older man stop in his tracks and turn back to be met with the darkened gaze of the winter soldier targeted towards him.

You wouldn't say it was scary, no, that's not the right word. He was heavily intimidating. One of the men that you don't want to get on his nerves because you know for a fact he's not going to let it slide no matter what.

And with that, the man let go of you and led himself off somewhere stumbling like he was the one nursing a drink.

"Sweetheart? You alright?" You watched the scene dazed, and coming back when he made it to your side.

Some people heard the commotion and stopped to stare, most resuming their talks and looking away instinctually when seeing Bucky at the scene of the crime.

It didn't make him feel ideal, but in this situation he was glad that there were no eyes on you to make it a huge deal that you'd have to poorly clean up after with sullen apologies and Val's frustrating lectures.

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak up at the moment.

"Let's go back to your room alright? Get you cleaned up some." When he said that, you finally looked down to see some residual of the liquid splattered on your hand where it once was, like evidence it all happened.

You let him blindly lead you, now listening to the hum of the elevator in comfortable silence.

"Did you.. uh-" he started, almost seeming hesitant to end.

"Wear that dress for a particular reason? Looks familiar."

You huffed a laugh, and nodded lightly.

"Yeah. I did"

"You did?" As he replied, you looked up at him, and he was of course already looking.

"I think you know."

"I-" he almost gulped. "I think I do."

The tension was palpable, but struck down when you took his collar in your fist and pulled him down.

He met your lips with no resistance, and whether it was hunger or devotion, both felt the same at the moment.

The moment you merged with his, everything about him was heavenly- your senses flooded with the way his tongue slid over your bottom lip, nipping to get it in your mouth, reining dominance as he explored you.

Your hands found his waist where they could, chest to chest now, heads slotted perfectly as the movements got sloppier. Fueled, he cradled your jaw and pulled you even closer. While his thumb absentmindedly traces you, you're fumbling with a crooked brow when he's still deepening it, slow and reverent.

His steady hands ground you to earth while he devours you, he's lightheaded when you both pull back and your breathing ragged.

A little breathy, he laughs when he presses your forehead to his, just taking in the contact and the resolved heap of unsolved feelings out in the open.

"I think you like me, Barnes."

"You sure?" He mumbles with a smirk, lost in the way you're still holding onto him like you never want to let go. Newsflash, you don't.

Still a little dazed, you have no motion to hold your words back now. "Unless it was just the dress?"

You question with a raised brow, and he chuckles loudly.

"Mm.. dunno- but it's definitely helping." His eyes scan down your figure, leaving nothing to be hidden as he takes it all in.

Whether the kiss or the view, he doesn't know, he's already half-hard.

"Did y'pick it just to tease me, sweetheart?" He asks as if he's not blown away and hiding his boner in the confines of tight dress pants

"Bucky, for the love of god, please take me to my room right now" As much as he tries to hide it, he's sinister grin throws the work away.

The request makes stutter for a second internally, mind running faster than he can process.

He takes one of your legs and lifts it up against his waist before pressing another kiss onto your lips, finding himself perfectly close to your ear to whisper,

"Jump" And so you do.

He holds your weight up effortlessly, no struggle nor tug of the arm as he leads you to your room with practised precision and with the speed of a man on a mission.

Legs curled around his beefy hips, you can pretty much feel every flaunt of his imprint against the open area of your underwear, heat infectious and utterly undoing when you accidentally grind into him chasing for the unknown friction and he grunts back with a twitch in his slacks.

When he finally makes it to your room, he's opening it hastily and plopping you softly down on the plush of your bed, taking in the image of you a little flushed, hair straying, makeup wiped off some and stained preferably to his lips.

"You're truly a vision, sweetheart." He's mumbling before reaching for you again, kissing you harder, messier, no attention to the way teeth may clatter and tongues might tangle. He's searching for that.

The ruin. The undone. And he hasn't even started.

His hands find their way down your figure, feeling every curve and inch of skin hiding underneath the masterpiece that's your outfit you picked that had his attention away from those old men and glittery women.

"Can I take this off you?" You nod, watching the fabric slip down when he reaches behind you to unzip it, raising your hips so he can fully pull it off before placing it with care on your chair.

"Fuck" he's licking his lips when you're below him, bra only and underwear soaked when he presses down right where you need him, arching into his touch.

He's kneading the padding of your breasts before kissing down your collarbone, biting and licking the skin to hopefully have purplish spots bloom later on to remind him how he tasted every inch of you.

"Bucky, need you s'bad" your reaching out to tug on his tie, and he listens.

"You gonna be a good girl for me?" The way he says it is intoxicating, gruff and dark. He knows exactly what it does to you.

"Yes, yes please-" In the midst of your pleas, he's settling down on the bed to perch himself between the plush and empty space of your thighs.

They were lonely until his breath fanned inside, teasing you devilishly with a couple kitten licks before his teeth dip in to the sensitive area, eliciting an unexpected yelp while you squirm, though it doesn't do anything except food for thought because his grip is firm-

You couldn't close your legs no matter how much you'd had liked to, when his muscles tense so nicely to keep you from hiding anything from him.

He works his way up, leaving the damp spot to grow, almost enveloping the whole piece. And when he finally, finally rubs small circles on your clit, you're immediately whining out for more.

"Bucky, god- I need more, please"

"You need s'more sweets?" Before you can respond, a finger is already tugging the underwear down your leg to find your glistening cunt in front of him, leaving nothing to the imagination now.

And suddenly, he's hungry- his fingers work as fast as his brain processes it, slipping past your entrance easily as your back lifts to chase the friction.

And when his tongue doubles down, you're almost screaming his name for the compound to hear.

"Fuck, you taste so fucking good sweatheart."

"Thank you, thank you" your babbling out when his fingers deliciously curling up like he's already memorized the spot that has you keening, lips latching onto your sensitive bud as he sucks first gently, then harshly when the force of the finger picks up to have you fleeing around.

The sight makes him delirious- his dick is fully hard, rubbing almost pathetically against the softness of your mattress and groaning into your taste mostly because eating you out is helping him get there. He could likely come undone without you even needing to lay a hand on him.

Though it helps when your hands find his hair, not caring about the style and how the gel's firmly in place. No, your latching onto what you can, clawing while holding on for dear life and bringing him closer, both riding him out and backing away.

"Soak my face, you're not getting away from me til you cum." Pussy-drunk and with no regrets, he's urging another one of his fingers into you, and two together are utterly huge. You're wondering just how much he has to stretch you open, the image of the cock hiding behind zipped up pants has you questioning how your sanity's going to be after this.

With how wet you are, it doesn't feel like a challenge to have them both moving in tandem, but the low, buildup in the pit of your stomach isn't showing any mercy when slow stripes and teasing blows of air to your clit turn into the most leg-trembling head you've ever recieved when he finds your clit and never lets it go.

He knows you're close, knuckles never letting up on his hair, and the way you're grinding yourself into him as him moaning- the vibration echoes back, making your rhythm stutter. A cry erupts from your throat, and your toes are curling almost numb.

Clit overstimulated and that spongy spot within you being targeted has the world fading, literally at his fingertips when he curls perfectly and as you soundlessly cumming to his command.

"Doing so perfect for me, sweetheart, christ." He's climbing up you, shaky but recovering when he collides with you again, tasting yourself and seeing the mess you had made when you feel it all over and integrated into his stubble like an oil he had put in.

"How the fuck are you so good at that?" Your voice is strained in a way that makes him huff out a laugh, and not to admit he's flattered that you find him so daringly good.

"Just.. passionate?" He replies while you're laughing back.

And then you feel something. Undeniably huge and aching up against you, the collar of his suit a little soaked with remnants of the night and his tie crumpled, beard glistening.

"you-"

"I think I might've came my pants already" he says it so casually, it almost sounds wrong.

"I want you, Bucky" because you can tell what's going through his head. the contemplation. The aftermath. But you want him on you.

Literally.

"r'you sure, sweetheart?" It's smitten almost, nervously so.

"Yes Buck, and if you don't unzip those pants I'm going to start humping you through them" he's making quick work now, watching him undress while you unstrap your bra as you laugh.

Except your face drops and your eyes widen when he's shirtless, and even moreso when his pants disappear.

You find yourself led downward, landing on every surface of a scar, scrape and bruise. To you, he's beautifully open to you right now and that means more than anything.

On the other hand, you're drooling because of how good he looks, all that's been hidden underneath those tight shirts and multiple layers. And you look down to be met with the most enticing sight of all.

"God Bucky, you're damn built- and holy fuck you're huge.. is that even going to fit.." you're mumbling the last part to yourself, but he grins because he hears it anyways.

"I'll go slowly, sweetheart, don't worry. You tell me if anything's wrong, alright?" Your heart thumps loudly when you realize how real it's becoming, and everything is swimming inside you with anticipation.

He pumped himself once, then twice as he was already red and aggravated- he was weirdly sensitive, too, the tip madly dripping pre-cum while his eyelids were dusted, looking back at yours to find the same lust-evident look.

Glassy and divine, he had lined up against your cunt, rubbing the tip to collect your juices and catching on your clit as you hissed.

"Please, Buck. I can take it, be your good girl." You whined, inching closer and closer desperately that was nothing short of lewd.

"Yeah? You can?" He growled, starting to push himself in.

"Mhm, yes- yeessss" the stretch was genuinely mouth-watering and almost borderline painful with his length and your pussy trying to accommodate it.

"You're doing so well, sweets- fuck you're squeezing me so tight" his breathes were deep and focused, thrusting almost to the hilt. His hands splayed themselves on your hips, almost bruising in a way that had you lightheaded with delight.

The sensation of his dick reaching every crevice and corner of you, so much so that when he laid a hand on your lower stomach, he'd pride you-

"Can feel myself all the way in, you're doing s'good, shit" the pressure was amazing, almost overbearing when he began a steady rhythm that had you doubling down on his name, a mantra that sang like music to his ears.

"s'pretty like this, below me with my cock deep in you-" when you had gotten used to the sheer size and girth the man had inside you, he bent down to take your nipple into his mouth, nursing it like he would a cup of his favorite coffee.

Nipping, your moans got louder when he bit it cheekily and thrusted upwards like he knew where to aim, hips flush against you and sweat beading down both your foreheads as sex and slaps of skin filled the room steadily.

He hasn't displayed his size properly- not yet, so when he runs his hands down the lengths of your arms to obtain your wrists with one palm while holding them together, everything kicks into overdrive.

Suddenly the way he's sucking on your breasts makes you squirm even harder. The way he holds onto your hands, firmly and you can see the outstretched outlines of his built veins that curve along his forearms.

Suddenly you're aware of his beefy girth, the one that's digging into you while he huffs affirmations in your ear. His free hand is bringing you back to him every time, you can feel his tuffs of pubs while your ass hits just right. He can't see it, but he doesn't need to. The view below him is just where he wants to be.

You can feel your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach, gasping when he decides to fully bottom out, your breath is punched out of you and your pleading while your hands reach out to anything they can, familiarly in his hair again.

"Gonna cum, gonna cum deep in this sweet pussy. That okay, sweetheart?" You don't know how he's even forming coherent sentences, but somehow, someway, you're nodding back in agreement.

You hear his groans raise in volume as he bites down on your neck to save some dignity. You can feel the twitch of him present and every vein scraping the inside of your gummy walls- carving it out for his shape to be forever stained in paradise.

"Buck- m'cumming, oh my ffffuck cumming, don't stop" the noises that feel the room are downright dirty and obscene, and his hips are jerking mindlessly into yours, flush against you with force.

"never dreamt of it"

tears are stinging the corner of your eyes when you swear he's rearranged your insides, clenching down on him tightly as you feel your impending release. When it snaps, your absolutely spent, juices coating his cock as he pressed firmly into you.

Pulsing, he didn't let up, letting your climax hit with the pressure. In fact, it spurred him on. Panting, he was close too, hitting his almost at the same time.

mushroom tip filling you to the brim with rope after rope of his cum, legs twitching erratically and pussy utterly tender, and swollen. You could feel his seed everywhere, already probably dripping down your thighs.

He grazes your nipple accidentally, sore and sensitive when the overstimulation from anything and everything hits.

"Careful Buck" you sigh out, smiling crookedly at the bliss of the aftermath.

"You okay? Was it okay?"

"mhm- s'good buck. Real good"

He chuckled dreamily and mumbled, "let me get you cleaned up," retreating to the bathroom to find a cloth hung up to wipe you down, his cum that had spilled out and ran down the inside of your thighs that had him resisting the blood flow down to his dick again.

Your eyes stayed closed before you felt the weight of the bed dip down, his presence known and back by your side where you wanted it. He pressed a peck to your check, nose and then mouth before running a hand through your hair.

"Little sweaty there"

"Mm- don't care. Gonna take care f'you anyways"

You hummed while he did so, admiring your wrecked form. Nothing short of wonders in his mind, he was content while he put a hand over your waist- almost like a claim.

Protective, and saying something words hadn't yet. He broke the silence first.

"Tomorrow- let me take you out. Real dinner. Real date and everything." His voice was a little used, but the way he rubbed soft strokes on your waist told you everything.

"Not going to let me cut myself again, Barnes? What a gentleman" he snorted at that, planting playful kisses in the corners of your neck.

"Can't let my girl get injured again. Wouldn't be proper." Your cheeks flushed at his words, and your hands stilled where they hung over his neck.

"Y-your girl?"

"I knew from the start but.. whenever I saw you get cut like that- I was worried and i- it just made me think of everything else I could've been patching you up for and not just a cut finger. How I wanted to be there if it happened again"

Leaving him with no room to ramble, "Of course, buck"

"Yeah?" He asked with a boyish smile.

"Yeah." You said, stealing a kiss from him.

You slapped his chest when he went in for another, pouting when you wouldn't let him reach you.

"That scream was Yelena, just so you know"

"I knew it! Damn you-" you faked an angry face before asking, "What was she screaming about anyways?"

"I- uh... nothing important, trust me."

THE MORNING AFTER...

The two of you woke up, soaked in each other's embrace and yawning in tandem, legs tangled and pillows thrown to different edges and corners of the bed. You didn't want to leave- warmth radiated off of him, his hand spanning safely to encase you, and tightening every time you threatened to move

"Buuuck- gotta let me get up- needa pee" you rubbed your eyes, and when you opened them he was right next to you.

"mmmff- sweetheart.."

"Don't you dare say five more minutes" he sighed, rolling himself over dramatically to face the wall.

"Hey- you said ten minutes an hour ago! Don't get all fussy!"

When you wrestled yourself out of bed, the two of you eventually made it to the kitchen, unintentionally in his worn, huge t-shirt that you had stolen when you transferred to his room to access a toothbrush. He wore a hoodie and shorts combo- something you definitely wouldn't see on him unless it was a great day.

Yelena was sat on the counter and Bob doing the dishes, both chatting and laying down banter. Until you walked in.

"Did a shark get to you while sleeping?" She commented, whether amused or concerned you couldn't tell.

"What?" You said sleepily, eyes dreary and still half closed.

Bob tripped over his own feet at the sight while putting a dish away, "Jesus!"

You finally realized when you looked down and saw the sea of bite marks. Some purple, some lightly faded already and some skimming yellowish tints.

"Shit" you muttered, hearing their snickers in the back "Hey- you guys! Shut it!"

"Guess you're not pent up anymore!" Jumping off the counter, she ran with a speed never seen before as you chased her around the living room, loudly yelling her name with fire in your eyes.

Bucky was around the corner, watching the situation unfold with a tiny smirk on his face. He hoped to add more love bites to the collection soon.

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