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Tipsy

18+ minors dni

college Bucky x college reader (Steve’s sister)

A/N: Untouched AU; A tiny bit of alcohol and a whole lot of Bucky Barnes, your brothers best friend can’t keep his hands off you. Time to sneak away from the party! Please leave all the comments, reblog and like! <3

Warnings: SMUT, drinking, swearing, FLUFFFF

Word count: 3.9k

Also from this au: Tongue Twister, Date Night 

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Hi, Hello and Welcome To Today’s Gym Thought..

Featuring Mob!Bucky

 

He has you against a wall in the darkest corner of his club, your leg hiked high around his waist, the slit of your dress allowing him easy access to your smooth skin.  

“This mouth of yours almost cost us our shipment, doesn’t know when to quit,” he growls lips slotting over yours in a bruising kiss, you return his fervor arms curling around his shoulders, fingers finding their way into his hair. 

The laugh he draws from you is airy, “you were letting them walk over you, if I hadn’t stepped in we would have lost them for sure,” you breathe into his lips. “The only good thing that comes out of your mouth is when it’s buried between my thighs.” 

He presses you harder into the wall, hand finding your neck, he wants to break you. “I’m your dad’s business partner sweetheart, not yours.” 

You reciprocate, tugging his hair at the same time you push your hips into his, a delicious groan bubbling from the man's chest, he tightens his hold around your throat, “and yet daddy didn’t trust you enough to come meet them alone, sent me right along to make sure you didn’t fail.” 

“Shut the fuck up,” he growls his body pressing into yours. 

The hands that were curled in his hair find their way to the fronts of his slacks, the air is electric around the two of you as you pop the button, fingers pulling down the zipper achingly slow. 

 “Make me.”  

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May I please request Bucky Barnes x female reader and her saying it's to big 

Fuck yes, activating my size kink I see.

Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, praise, size kink, mating press, clit stimulation, slight self-doubt from Reader, gentle!Bucky

Word count: 0.8k

Ao3

A/N: I'm a little bit behind on the MCU but I'll catch up before The Marvels for sure.

When Bucky told you he was big you did believe him but at the same time how big could he really be right? Big enough to need to make you come with his fingers first and even then he hesitated. You did too, when you saw how long and thick he was. "I get why you wanted to use all that lube."

Bucky laughed to himself as he pulled his fingers away from your folds, "Is it warm? My fingers would be a little cold otherwise. Also, I wanted to get the flavored one so you could do this." He pushed his two fingers into your mouth, tasting so sweet that you could have made yourself come again just from sucking his fingers off. "I'm gonna put it in now okay? If it's too much tell me and I can back off."

With a wet pop you released his fingers but not his arm, instead pushing it to your boob, feeling the cold metal of his palm against your stiff nipple. It was always odd to you, how despite it not being that cold most of the time there was a noticeable temperature difference between his left and right hands. His cock was always warm for you though.

Your hips jumped when the broad tip pushed past your entrance, his cock barely sinking in before your body was screaming that it was too much for you despite the careful prep and how wet you were. "You're too big, feels like... if you push it in I... I'm sorry but..." Bucky's hands cupped your cheeks, slowly moving them up and down, his cock very still.

"It's okay. We said we'd go slow remember? You've done amazing for me so far. I can feel your pussy tightening up, sucking me in, wanting my cock. I know you can take me, I'll help you. Trust me?" His big eyes were so full of love, and tiny bit of worry, but he was touching you so slowly, almost making you forget about the uncomfortable pressure between your thighs.

"I trust you with my life Bucky. I do. But I... what if I can't take you? I don't want you to be disappointed and-" His finger pressed against your lips, shushing your self-doubts. He smiled, his cock sinking in a bit more. This time you bit his finger, not too hard cause you didn't want to break your teeth. "Bucky."

When you stopped whimpering he moved his hands to your hips instead, "Gonna lift you up a little, might make it easier for you to take me from a different angle."

That angle turned out to be your legs over his shoulders, him almost squatting and your hands clenching desperately into the sheets as his cock dove in deeper. He was about half way when he stopped to breathe.

"Look at it baby, look at where you're taking me, look at how your cunt spreads open for my cock. This is yours now okay? You can ride it any time you want. Once you get used to my size, I just know you'll be unable to get enough. It's the perfect size for me to sink my cock into when I come home don't you think? Aren't you perfect for me?" He waited, warm lips pressed against your ankle, your ass resting against his muscular thighs, his warm fingers still on your clit. He was like a dream come true.

"Yeah. Perfect. You're perfect. We are perfect. A perfect fit, your big cock in me." There was just a bit his length left. It began to hurt, so much, which was apparent in your whimpers. You couldn't take the rest of him like this so you reached down and started rubbing your clit, feeling spikes of pleasure as your pussy tightened around Bucky's dick. "I need to come."

Bucky seemed hypnotized by your fingers moving between your legs, he moved his away so he could have the perfect view of what you were doing. "That's beautiful, yeah keep going, come all over my dick." His voice was so breathy, like he couldn't believe you were doing this in front of him with this much confidence. "So good, I'll make your pussy feel even better."

He started moving slowly, pulling out to the tip and then back in, each time past the previous point. You didn't know if you should look at his cock, your hand, or Bucky's eyes. Oh. His eyes were fluttering. He was close too. Well that gave you even more of a reason to take all of him, to come.

"So deep." You gasped, our fingers rolling over your clit in quick circles right before your vision went white and you felt it, Bucky's big cock, buried inside you to the balls.

"You did it baby, you took all of me, that's my good girl, my perfect girl. I knew you could, you look so sexy right now." He could only thrust in a few times, full, deep, complete thrusts and then you were truly filled up. A wave of warm, thick, gooey cum splashing your insides, flowing into your womb, dripping from your abused pussy while Bucky seemed determined to fuck it back in, to not let a drop go to waste.

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simon who’s slightly vocal… but not in the way you may think 😊

his fingers bend, the rough pads pressing against the back of your head in a sweet cradle. his head rolls back, jaw dropping till all 28 of his pearly teeth are on display.

your tongue glides down the back of his cock n you take him further n further till your lips are hugging around the base of his length. simon can’t nearly keep up, throat closing in on itself till he’s coughing up a variety of desperate, whiney moans.

“f-fuckkk,” he murmurs, tone raising till it rings out in a whimper, teeth sucking in his bottom lip in an attempt to silence himself. “feels so good, baby. so fuckin’ good.”

n the thin lines of his lips can’t stop their blabbering, mind shrinking into a blank nothingness, only thing consisting within the walls of white is you.

your tongue flicks n swirls till he’s kicking his legs out n his soft touch round your head tightens, fisting up your locks almost angrily. your nails drag down his thighs, shoulders rising as you splutter round him, choking on the way he fills your mouth, your throat.

“got the prettiest eyes,” he huffs, staring down at you in awe, pupils blown in a battling mess of love n lust. that catches your attention, eyes flicking up to meet his. “just look so-so damn pretty.”

simon lets his gaze roll down your face, before its landing upon yours once again. his throat fills with vile, not that kind though, just the kind that sends him crying like a bitch in heat.

“d-don’t stop, please, please,” he gasps, an unexpected raise of his hips has your teeth every so slightly piercing against the sensitive muscle that forces itself down your throat.

yet, his crying out is cut short with a final, guttural moan that draws itself out long n conclusive. n you watch as his body locks up against the couch, muscles as tense as rock.

his eyes fill blank, before they’re rolling back, lashes fluttering against the plush of his cheeks. you hollow your cheeks quickly, bobbing your head slowly letting him free fall through waves of euphoria n milking him dry of absolutely everything he has to give.

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Bucky vs Bucky

Imagine time travel going wrong again and instead of 1 Bucky you have 2; one from the present and also one from the 40′s standing on the platform with him. 

At first, Bucky doesn’t really mind, curious to watch himself interact with others, giving him a glimpse of how he would have been had he not gone through years of torture from Hydra.  Everyone loved to see the happy, boyish soldier laughing and charming his way out of anything, giving Tony a run for his money when it came to making ladies swoon.

Bucky doesn’t mind until his finds himself flirting with you the most. 

Clearly any version of him is obsessed with you. 

At first, its amusing.

But its not anymore. 

“He’s a punk” Bucky huffed, narrowing his eyes at the way you giggled, biting you lip shyly when 40′s Bucky throws you a wink, the both of you mingling around the kitchen while everyone had gathered together for a movie night. 

“He’s you” Steve snorted, shaking his head at the way Bucky glared watching his past self pull all his signature moves, all working like a charm to make you warm and fuzzy. 

“Well she doesn’t have to like it” He pouted while you giggled again, playfully swatting his arm when he whispered something in your ear. 

Bucky nearly goes bonkers when he hears that punk call you doll and sugar, those sweet pet names he had reserved for you. 

“Hey sugar”

“She’s my sugar”

“Hey doll” 

“Only I can call her that”

“Wanna dance, pretty lady?”

“I’ll cut the other arm off, don’t touch her” 

Bucky rubbed his temples, almost hating himself for being such a ladies man, as you talked his ear off that night over how charming and handsome the soldier way. 

“I’m him, you know that doll” Bucky cocked an eyebrow while you kissed his grumpy face, loving how jealous he got over himself. Bucky never interfered in what happened in Tony’s lab but he started to visit regularly to check on the progress of the time machine, ready to send his ass back without a second thought. 

Sam had a field day, loving the sight of Bucky getting a taste of his own medicine of what it felt like when someone got all the pretty girls to themselves.

“Who is terminator mad at?”

“Himself”

“Who you so pissed at, tin man?”

“Me” 

With Bucky’s gentle threats, the time machine was fixed in no time, the bright eyed, cheeky soldier standing on the platform once again. 

“I’ll miss him” You pouted, giving a smile to Bucky from the 40′s as he blew you a kiss before a white light flashed, sending him back to the tight timeline. 

“Him? Really?” Bucky rolled his eyes while you grinned, throwing your arms around your boyfriends shoulders, playfully nipping at his bottom lip jutting out. 

“Yeah, him, you jealous baby?” You teased, yelping when he tossed you over his shoulder, giving you ass a swat. He took you straight to your shared bedroom, dropping you onto the mattress with a cocky smirk on his face, slowly crawling on top of you. As much as you loved the sweet innocent Bucky you had fun with for a few days, this Bucky made your mouth stop working and your heart beat faster, a dangerous little menace. 

“Let me remind you who you really belong to sweets” 

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bucky + “cut it out” - “what do you mean? i’m not doing anything”

getting what you want on a rainy spring afternoon

pairing: best friend!bucky barnes x female reader

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, dry humping/dry sex, fingering (f receiving), consent issues (but not really? idk), dirty talk, light degradation, kissing, teasing, banter, friends to lovers

word count: 2,500ish

a/n: thank you so much for sending in this prompt!! i had far too much fun writing these two, which is why it ended up being so long 😅 (compared to my other springtime fun ficlets anyway)!! hope y'all enjoy!! ♡♡

“Stop it.” The words were barely discernible with the way they were growled, the annoyed rumbling coming from your best friend, Bucky Barnes. Your best friend who had come over on that rainy spring afternoon to hang out and had promptly fallen asleep instead.

Though you would’ve expected yourself to be a little sleepy, given the long week you’d had, you found yourself feeling more restless than anything else. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t seem to settle down and cuddle up against Bucky’s arm like you’d done so many times before. 

So you were left to your own devices with your best friend, who’d fallen asleep sitting up, his arms crossed over his chest and his head tilted back against your couch. He looked completely at ease on your couch while you were bored. You wanted Bucky’s attention and, for some reason you couldn’t fathom, you’d decided the best way to get it was to annoy him until he woke up. 

You’d been trailing your fingers over his bare arms and face, tickling him until his expression twisted and he grumbled in his sleep. It was immature, but you were having too much fun to stop, suppressing your giggles every time he made an unhappy sound.

Finally, you got some actual words out of him and you had to cover your mouth to stifle your laughter. Bucky sounded so cute when he was tired and grumpy. Maybe it should’ve made you stop, but instead you waited for him to fall back asleep, his soft snores joining the gentle rhythm of the rain and the hum of the movie still playing on your TV. 

Reaching up, you trailed your fingertips ever so lightly down the bridge of Bucky’s nose, skipping them off the edge before they fell to his mouth. You were surprised by how soft Bucky’s lips felt beneath your fingers, so different to the scruffy roughness of his cheeks and jaw, which seemed to be permanently covered in stubble.

Bucky’s lips parted as you were tracing them, and you yanked your hand away, turning to face the TV so you could pretend you’d only been watching the movie if he woke up. But you watched Bucky out of the corner of your eye, and he seemed to be sleeping still. Then his tongue darted out to wet his lips and your face heated inexplicably. 

Suddenly, your thoughts were filled with ideas about what it would feel like to have Bucky’s mouth pressed to yours, his stubble dragging against your skin. You couldn’t stop yourself from picturing your best friend kissing along your jaw and down your neck—his lips exploring even more intimate parts of your body…

Squirming in your seat and trying to ignore the heat curling through your belly, you turned fully to Bucky, watching him closely to make sure he was asleep. When you were certain hew as, you reached out, tracing his lips again with your fingertips, feeling their softness and the dampness left behind by his tongue. 

Your body warmed, and you pressed your thighs together against a pulsing ache building in your core. You didn’t want to think about your body’s reaction to touching your best friend, but you also didn’t want to stop or pull your hand away. You wanted to stay in the moment as long as possible.

So enraptured by the sight of Bucky’s mouth, you didn’t notice when his lips parted further, his raspy grumble surprising you so much you had to bite back a gasp.

“Cut it out.”

“What do you mean? I’m not doing anything.” Your reply was quick, as you pulled your hand away and leaned against his side like you were simply cuddling into him. It was normal for you to cuddle with your best friend, though you weren’t normally thinking about kissing him, or about doing other things with him, when you did.  

Unfortunately—or fortunately—your new position of leaning against his arm put your face close to Bucky’s. His mouth was right there, looking oh so enticing, and an impulsive thought popped into your mind. What if you just…brushed your lips against his? Not even fully against his mouth, just the edge of it. Could it really count as a kiss if you just brushed your lips to the corner of his mouth? 

You decided it didn’t. 

Leaning forward, your eyes fluttered closed as your lips ghosted over the stubble next to Bucky’s mouth, then connected with the softness of his lips. Your breath caught in your throat. It felt so good—his warm breath caressing your cheek and his velvety lips against the edge of yours. You could even taste the coffee he had that morning, the flavor rich and mixing with something that was entirely Bucky.

It occurred to you far too late that you were dangerously close to kissing your best friend, and you shouldn’t be doing anything of the sort—especially while he was sleeping on your couch. You knew you should pull away and go back to watching the movie, pretend nothing ever happened. But what you really wanted was to press closer, to sink into Bucky’s chest and slip your tongue past his lips. 

Instead, you just hung suspended in the moment, too wrapped up in your thoughts about kissing your best friend to notice the way his breathing shifted, his body tensing like a predator’s would right before it pounced. 

Then, all at once, Bucky moved, flipping you down onto your back on the soft couch cushions and covered your body with his own, his narrow waist fitting perfectly between your thighs. His hard bulge pressed to your core, making you gasp as pleasure surged through your body, your legs wrapping around him instinctively to keep him close.

“Not doing anything, huh, doll?” Bucky rasped in a teasing voice, a wide grin on his face. “Certainly not kissing your best friend while he’s asleep, right?” Bucky’s blue eyes sparkled in the dim daylight of your living room. You squirmed guiltily beneath him, but that only succeeded in grinding your heated core against his dick, making it twitch in his sweatpants.

“Bucky,” you whined, gripping his t-shirt in your fists and shaking them, neither pushing him away nor pulling him closer. Now that he was awake, you were painfully aware that your friendship was hanging by a precarious thread, but the heat flooding your body urged you to throw all caution to the wind. Still, you knew you needed to apologize for what you’d done, and you whispered, “I’m sorry,” in a small, pitiful voice.

But Bucky only grinned, ducking down and pressing a smacking kiss to your cheek. “Don’t apologize, doll,” he said in a warm, happy tone. “I’ve been awake since you started touching my face,” he pressed a kiss to your other cheek, trailing his lips down and blowing a raspberry against your jaw, which made you shriek with laughter. 

You tried to squirm away from his teasing mouth, but Bucky grabbed your hands, pulling them from his shirt and pinning them above your head. His face hovered above yours, his eyes taking you in like he was seeing you for the first time.

“I was wondering how far you’d go,” he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. Then, a sly smirk curved his lips and his eyes darkened, your body lighting up at the expression. “Didn’t think you’d kiss me though.” His eyes dropped to your mouth and his voice went a little distant as he murmured, “Didn’t think our first kiss would be when you thought I was asleep.”

Your lips parted and it was on the tip of your tongue to apologize when his words sank in. Had Bucky just implied that he’d thought your first kiss together was inevitable? And did his words mean he’d thought about kissing you before? How long had he been thinking about kissing you?

You didn’t have time to fully form a question in response to Bucky’s words because your best friend slanted his lips to yours, capturing them in a kiss. Immediately, the entire world fell away and your mind went blissfully blank—your guilt and trepidation melting into simple pleasure as you reveled in your first proper kiss with Bucky. 

Kissing your best friend felt like coming home and sinking into the safety and comfort and bliss of knowing where you belonged. The way your lips slid against Bucky’s, you knew you belonged with him—in his arms—always. It was overwhelming and delicious at the same time, and you never wanted to stop.  

“Taste so good, doll,” he rumbled, pulling away for only a second before he was diving back into your mouth, his tongue slipping between your lips and twining with yours. 

You moaned into him, your hips working against the bulge in his sweatpants as you writhed beneath him. Bucky groaned, trailing his hands down your arms to your sides, freeing your hands to dive into his soft brown hair. You yanked on it lightly while his hands groped your breasts in your shirt, then smoothed down your waist to grip your hips and grind himself into you.

“Bucky!” you cried, wrenching your lips from his as you clung to your best friend and writhed with him. You could feel his hard cock perfectly through the soft cotton of his sweatpants and the thin fabric of your lounge shorts. He was grinding against your clit, his lips kissing and sucking on your neck and all you felt was bliss. “Don’t stop, Bucky, please don’t stop,” you begged in a breathy voice. 

Bucky chuckled into the crook of your neck, suckling on your pulse point and groaning when you humped harder against him. “As if I could ever deprive you, doll,” he murmured, his voice warm and sweet and filling your mind with all the dirty things you could beg Bucky to do to you.

Dragging his face back to yours, you made out with Bucky, your kisses turning messy as you both got closer to the edge of your releases. Your bodies writhed together on your couch, your legs hitching around the backs of Bucky’s thighs to keep your clothed core grinding against his thick bulge. 

“Oh god, Bucky, I’m gonna—” Your words cut off on a sharp cry as Bucky rolled his hips, fucking you into couch like he was pounding into your cunt. The friction against your needy clit was perfect, and you felt the pleasure in your body surge, coiling tighter and tighter. 

“Come on, doll,” Bucky growled, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip. “Come all over your best friend’s bulge like the needy little thing you are.” He rocked his hips into yours, grinding his cock against your clit through your clothes, hitting the aching nub in just the way you needed.

The pleasure in your core snapped suddenly, and you let out a shrill cry as you came, your body going tight and taut as you clung to your best friend. Your legs held him close, your hands fisted in his hair while you moaned in his ear, your body shuddering beneath his bigger form while you rode out your release by grinding languorously against his bulge.

Then you heard Bucky groan into your neck, his hips stuttering in their rhythm as he kept humping against you. You felt a warmth between your thighs and shivered, knowing what it was and it only turning you on more that you’d made Bucky come without either of you taking off your clothes. 

A smile curled your mouth as you humped against your best friend’s twitching cock while as he came in his pants. He was groaning into your neck and you were clinging to him, feeling every trembling shudder that wracked his broad body.

“Fuck, fuck,” he muttered, riding out his pleasure by rubbing against your soaked core and milking every drop of come from his cock. “Fuck,” he groaned, drawing out the word and finally settling to lay on top of you as he collapsed. You lay entwined together for a long moment, simply enjoying each other. 

Then, Bucky pushed up on his hands and glanced down your bodies, where he’d made a mess of both his sweatpants and your shorts.

You couldn’t help but giggle, only laughing harder when Bucky shot you an accusatory look. “This is entirely your fault, y’know?” he grumbled, beginning to move off you carefully so he didn’t make an even bigger mess. “If you hadn’t felt so good coming under me…” 

You’d been about to make some flippant comment about how it’d feel much better if was inside you, but then Bucky shoved his sweatpants down and stepped out of them, walking bare-assed over to the laundry in the hallway. He turned to you expectantly, but your eyes were too busy taking in the sight of your best friend’s cock, still half-hard and swinging between his thick thighs. 

“Are you going to help me clean up, or are you gonna make me strip you out of those filthy clothes?” Bucky asked gruffly, playfulness in his tone. 

That snapped you out of your thoughts and you pushed yourself up off the couch, sauntering over to Bucky, enjoying the way his eyes drifted down to watch the sway of your hips. Once you were standing right in front of him, you tugged your shirt off over your head and pulled your shorts off, leaving you naked in front of your best friend.

Bucky’s jaw went slack, his eyes darkening as they took you in. “Christ, doll,” he muttered distractedly, his gaze taking in every inch of your bare skin with a greedy glint in his eyes. “You’re constantly surprising me.” 

“Well someone’s gotta keep you on your toes,” you teased, pushing up onto your tiptoes and pressing a kiss to Bucky’s lips before you darted around him and ran into the bathroom. You shut the door behind you and turned on the hot water, intent on taking a shower to clean up.

Before you could step beneath the warming spray, Bucky’s arms wrapped around your waist and he hauled you against his body. His thickening cock wedged between your ass cheeks and his breath ghosting over your cheek as he murmured into your ear.

“You’re gonna pay for that,” Bucky rumbled, his hand slipping between your thighs, two fingers dipping into your soaking wet slit. “You’re mine now—and I’m going to have so much fun making my girlfriend come all over my cock.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, thrusting his fingers into your needy cunt, making your knees shake as you struggled to stay upright. 

All you could do was whimper and moan, clinging to Bucky’s arms and melting back against his chest. A smile played on your lips, though, as you realized you’d gotten exactly what you wanted—your best friend’s attention. And you knew you were going to enjoy every minute of that rainy spring afternoon with your boyfriend because Bucky, and his attention, was finally all yours.

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craving drunk simon. like at the bar with the rest of the team an hes glued to readers hip, showering her in compliments. all lovey n shit idk maybe im jus crazy💗

oh the concept of it really bringing older bf!simon out of his shell- too lush to even THINK about.

he’s perched on a stool and you’re stood between his legs, arms wrapped around you and his face buried in your neck. undoubtedly he’s whispering the craziest stuff.

“mmm, can’t wait t’get y’home”

“maybe y’can just rub on it a little? nobody’s watching”

except everybody is watching, johnny’s hazy eyes are watching you both from across the table and you’re not sure who’s more hot and bothered- him or simon.

or if you’re at the pool table and price is trying to teach you how to play but every time you bend over to shoot, you’ve got gaz practically barking.

and that’s not even to mention the fact simon presses into you from behind as you try to line up.

it’s all silly and heated and you don’t mind a minute of it (so what if attention feels nice?) because it means simon is unequivocally himself.

he’s got his hands all over you, pulling you into his chest, and running off at the mouth.

“y’so fuckin’ beautiful, make me the luckiest man alive”

“all these gits wanna’ take y’home? but it’s this stupid git that’s doin’ it”

when you get him out in the night air to begin the trek home, you know it’s the drink talking but you KNOW it’s actually him talking.

“might fuck around n’marry you, yeah?”

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not to be nasty in your askbox but speaking of fever, some people (including myself🤭) have higher sex drive while sick/feverish and orgasms supposedly help the immune system

thinking thots of simon fucking you in bed while you’re all hot and sweaty and your head is cloudy from the fever, body basically a ragdoll for him to fuck as he pleases

*GUNSHOTS*

anyway, i hope you feel better soon luv 🤍

I have the horrific urge to overshare rn so let me get started before I loose the battle

and thank you!!

Simon would absolutely love that shit. mind you he won't make advances on you while you're sick but if you ask him to? he's a lil hesitantly st first but you tell him it's okay, you want it - you need it. he gently handles you at first, placing kisses all over your hot skin, mumbling something about you needing to rest while teasing your hole with his fat tip before slowly pushing in.

he immediately grunts, you're much hotter than usual, it's an incredible feeling. he can't help himself, fucking into you while all you do is moan and whimper, sweat running down your forehead as you mewl in pleasure:(( he rips orgasm after orgasm from your poor little body and all you can do is take it, unable to do anything as he takes what he wants:(( (not that you want to anyway)

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just a little biting, a little torture between friends

pairing: best friend!bucky barnes x female reader

summary: your annual halloween movie marathon with your best friend bucky barnes takes a turn when you decide to play a trick on him by wearing a skimpy little outfit to see what he'll do—and he decides to torment you for torturing him.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, biting/marking kink, orgasm delay/denial/control, dirty talk, praise kink, light degradation, fingering (f receiving), cockwarming, choking, pet names (sugar), aftercare

word count: 11.2k

a/n: ok here's another of my 2022 halloween fics!! the author's note i wrote on ao3 said something about how i hadn't written the friends to lovers trope for bucky yet so i wanted to try and i just have to laugh because that's definitely one of my favorite tropes and i now associate it more with bucky than steve. so anyway! enjoy some smutty friends to lovers!

halloween fics masterlist

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Looking at yourself in the mirror, you felt a little bit evil—and you couldn’t stop the wicked grin from spreading across your face at the thought. It was the night of your annual Halloween horror movie night with your best friend Bucky Barnes and you decided, to get into the theme of the holiday, you’d play a little trick on your oldest friend. You’d had a crush on Bucky for so long and you just wanted to see what he’d do if you provoked him a little.

Checking yourself out one last time, pushing up your tits in your shirt and twisting to get a look at your ass, you gave a satisfied nod and practically skipped into the living room. “Ta-da!” you singsonged, stopping just inside the doorway and making sure your best friend’s eyes were on you before you did a little twirl, giggling at the headrush. “I wanted to dress for the occasion—do you like it, Buck?” you asked, gesturing at your outfit.

You wore what could have been considered a cute and comfy pajama set, but the fact that you’d deliberately ordered it a few sizes too small and wore neither a bra nor panties underneath made the outfit practically indecent. The set consisted of satiny black shorts dotted in ruby red lips with white vampire fangs and a matching black cropped tank top with the same design in the center. Since the clothes were too small, your tits pushed against the top, nipples peaked and obvious in the cool air of Bucky’s apartment, while the shorts completely failed to cover your ass, so the bottom curves hung out the bottom.

With the way the clothes clung to your body, it was easily the most revealing outfit you’d ever worn around your best friend, even more than your bikinis since it left nothing to the imagination. You were hoping to inspire some kind of reaction—and you weren’t disappointed.

For a long moment, Bucky was too stunned to speak, making your smile brighten. Your best friend sat on the couch, lounging in some soft gray sweatpants and a worn white t-shirt—which, if you were being honest with yourself, was just as deliciously tempting as your little getup. His stubble-covered jaw hung slack and his blue eyes turned molten as you watched him devour every inch of your exposed skin with his gaze.

Finally, Bucky seemed to snap himself out of his speechless stupor. He sat up and wolf-whistled as he dragged his gaze back up your body, making goosebumps break out all over your skin. “Sugar, sugar, sugar,” he said, shaking his head as he gave you another onceover, drawing it out to make it obvious he wanted you to know he was looking. “You’re looking so damn bitable in that outfit.”

Giggling, you skipped closer to the couch. “I’m taking that as a compliment,” you told him, with your chin held high, proud of yourself for getting a reaction out of your best friend.

When you were within reach, Bucky suddenly bent forward and snatched you around the waist, dragging you to stand between his knees while he sat on the edge of the couch. You let out a breathless giggle, loving the way his hands felt on your body, their heat seeping through the thin fabric of your pajama set while he manhandled you. Feeling your best friend touch you wasn’t anything new—Bucky liked having you within arm’s reach of him so he could always have his hands on you or arms around you. But when he hauled you around, it always sent a thrill to your core. All you could think about was him using his strength against you and how hot it would be.

Shaking off your less-than-innocent thoughts, your hands settled on Bucky’s broad shoulders, the cotton of his shirt soft under your fingers, and the heat of his skin just beneath enticing you a little too much. You smiled easily down at your best friend, your heart beating faster in your chest just from being so close to him.

“Of course it’s a compliment,” he quipped, a lopsided grin on his handsome face. But the longer you stared down at him and he looked up at you, his ice blue eyes slowly heating and going molten again, a new kind of tension hummed to life between you and your best friend. It felt like a tether, tugging you closer and you felt yourself swaying into Bucky’s chest. When he finally spoke, it was in a lower, more serious voice. “Did you buy this just for me, sugar?”

Unable to trust your tongue, you nodded. For a moment, you wondered if you should go back into his room and change into something else. You’d successfully provoked him, you’d gotten your reaction. But the longer Bucky stared at you with those big blue eyes, his jaw ticking with a tension you’d never seen in your best friend before, the more you wanted to keep your outfit on and see just how far you could push him. Between your thoughts and the way he looked at you, a simmering heat settled in your core and you felt yourself growing damp.

Finally, the thrumming tension between you and Bucky snapped as he sat back and cleared his throat. He straightened and the expression on his face morphed back into one of charming friendliness. “Gimme another twirl, sugar, I wanna see it again,” he urged, his voice somewhere between gruff and his normal tone.

Though you would have preferred to press your legs together against the ache building between your thighs, you twirled in place for your best friend, spinning once and giggling as you got a little dizzy. Before you could settle back on your feet in front of Bucky, his big hands were on your hips, turning you until you faced away from him. His palms settled on your hips, feeling like they could scorch your skin through your clothes.

As you wondered why he was holding you so firmly, his fingers digging into your soft curves, you felt something solid and sharp dig into your butt cheek, not enough to break the skin but hard enough to hurt. You squealed and jumped, jerking against Bucky’s hold but he held you so tightly you didn’t go anywhere. Twisting your torso around, you found your best friend with his teeth sunk into your flesh through your shorts, eyes closed like he was savoring the feel of you. When Bucky’s hot breath exhaled against your satin-covered ass, you shivered in his hands. Feeling the sting of his bite and the warmth of his breath sent electric thrills pulsing directly to your clit.

It took you a moment to remember you shouldn’t be getting off on your best friend biting your ass and you shook your head to clear it of all the filthy thoughts that were starting to take up too much space in your mind. “Did you just bite me!?” you asked in an affronted tone, though you could hear a breathless catch in your voice and hoped Bucky was too preoccupied to notice.

He pulled back, leaving your skin feeling tender and hot and you had to lock your knees so you didn’t squirm. A shameless grin spread across Bucky’s face as he looked up at you with slightly hazy eyes. “Sure did, sugar,” he rumbled in a deep voice.

“Bucky,” you whined on an exhale, trying to break free from his grip, but your best friend wrapped his arms around your body, easily holding you in place. His strength sent a thrill through you, and you could feel your wetness starting to leak into your shorts even as you squirmed.

Bucky pulled you tight against him, his face pressing into your lower back. The feel of his hot breath on your skin only served to make you squirmier and you used your attempts to break free to squeeze your thighs together against the ache in your core. The fact that he was so much stronger than you and still so careful not to hurt you, it was only making you wetter. For the first time since getting dressed, you realized it may have been a bad idea to forgo panties—you could feel the thin satin growing wet where it was pulled tight against your slit.

“You just look so damn bitable, sugar,” Bucky said gruffly, his voice partially muffled from his face pressing into your body. He crushed you tighter to him with his arms, his biceps bulging against the sleeves of his t-shirt. “How could I control myself?”

“Bucky,” you said, your voice a breathless whisper that held more whine than protest. It was a needy sound, the way you said your best friend’s name, and if you weren’t so focused on escaping from his hold before he discovered how wet you were getting in his arms, you would’ve been embarrassed by the obvious desire in your voice. When Bucky chuckled against you, the vibrations of his laugh reverberating through your body and his breath ghosting over the skin of your lower back, it was all you could do to bite back a desperate whimper.

“Just one more,” Bucky mumbled a moment before you felt his teeth dig into your other butt cheek. Even though he’d warned you, the sharp sting of his bite made your hips jerk forward reflexively, the seam of your shorts wedging between your lower lips and pulling against your clit. You had to bite your lip hard to stop yourself from moaning, and even then, it was a near thing. The pain and pleasure of Bucky’s teeth on you, even through the thin fabric, and the teasing pull of your shorts had your head lolling back as you sank into the feeling.

For a long moment, Bucky held himself against your ass, his mouth open and latched onto your ass, his breaths hot and damp as they ghosted over your barely covered skin. He was biting hard enough that you wondered if he’d leave a mark, not just the indents of his teeth in your skin, but a bruise that would take days to heal. The thought had heat flashing through your body, settling heavily in your core.

Slowly, the ache of Bucky’s bite lessened the longer he stayed with his teeth on you and you were able to gather your thoughts enough to remember you should probably protest his treatment of your body. “Best friends don’t bite best friends!” you chided, saying the first thing that came to mind, more than a little relieved when your voice was stronger than you’d expected.

Bucky chuckled against your ass, the sounds vibrating through your skin and sending a pulse of pleasure directly to your core, making your pussy throb with need. Flustered and achy between your thighs, you tried to squirm out of your best friend’s hold. Finally, he let you go and you whirled around to face him, giving him your best pout.

There wasn’t a trace of remorse in Bucky’s big grin or his icy gaze as he stared up at you. Instead, he looked you dead in the eye like he wanted to make sure you heard him loud and clear when he spoke. “You’re my best friend, you’re mine—that makes you mine to bite,” he said, his voice deep and rumbly in a way that did things to your throbbing core.

The way he looked at you, so intense it took your breath away, made you wonder if you’d gotten yourself in over your head with your little trick on Bucky. In an attempt to get things back to normal, you pushed aside the thought of how much you wanted him to be serious and rolled your eyes at his ridiculous statement. Bucky liked to act possessive, but he’d never taken things further than occasionally groping your ass when he hugged you, so you knew his words were just talk. And maybe, deep in your mind, you were still trying to provoke him into finally—finally—doing something more than a little groping. So you scoffed as you turned away from him, calling over your shoulder, “I’m not yours, Buck.”

You padded over to the kitchen, making sure your ass swung back and forth as you walked, and grabbed the bowl of assorted candy Bucky had gotten for the spooky movie night. When you turned around, your heart thumped at the way your best friend was looking at you. His blue eyes were narrowed slightly, but alight with mischief, a smirk curling the corners of his mouth. You’d known your best friend long enough to know that was his scheming face, and your pace slowed as you returned to the couch, wary of what exactly Bucky could be planning for you.

As you got closer, prepared to flop down next to your best friend like you normally did when you watched movies at his house, Bucky reclined back into the couch and patted his thigh with one hand. “C’mon sugar, your seat’s right here,” he rumbled in a low, alluring tone.

Your eyes were drawn to Bucky’s hand. The way it looked against his strong thigh and the invitation inherent in the gesture were giving you too many ideas—like what your best friend’s thigh would feel like pressed between your legs while he groped your ass and kissed you breathless. You and your best friend had never kissed, but you’d spent so much time wondering what his lips would feel like on yours, the craving was familiar.

Your needy thoughts were almost enough to distract you from the outline of Bucky’s cock in his gray sweatpants, and you had to wrench your gaze away from it before you got any more ideas that would leave you soaking through your shorts. You’d looked long enough to notice he was long and thick, and, if you weren’t mistaken, starting to get hard. When you looked up into his face, Bucky wore a smug smile. Even as your cheeks heated at being caught looking at your best friend’s dick, you rolled your eyes at him to try to show you were unaffected by the sight of him in his sweatpants—even though your slit was definitely wetter.

As you neared the couch, you were planning to ignore your best friend’s invitation to sit on his lap, stopping next to his outstretched knee and spinning to plop down next to him. But as you went to sit down, Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist and hauled you into his lap anyway. A startled shriek left your lips as he pulled you down onto his thighs and you were barely able to stop yourself from upending the bowl of candy. As soon as you got your balance, you twisted in Bucky’s arms and glared up at your best friend.

“What if I didn’t want to sit in your lap?” you asked in a bratty tone, unable to stop yourself from protesting, even as you secretly reveled in the way he manhandled you. He shifted you until your ass was on one of his thighs and you were seated sideways across his lap. He grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and threw it over both your legs.

Bucky took so long to answer your question, you thought he wasn’t going to, but as he tucked you in against his chest and grabbed the TV remote to turn it on, he murmured in your ear, “Hush, sugar, we both know my lap is exactly where you want to be.”

A shiver skated down your spine and you were barely able to hold yourself still so Bucky wouldn’t feel the way he affected you. Instead, you focused on relaxing and settling into Bucky’s arms. It was cozy and your best friend smelled good—like laundry detergent and something earthy like oak. He had one arm circled behind your back, the other settled over your thighs beneath the blanket, his skin warm against yours. You set the bowl of candy on the couch next to Bucky and glanced up to see what movie he’d picked to start off the marathon.

“Oh no, Buck,” you half-heartedly protested. “I heard this one’s really scary.” Horror movies weren’t your favorite, but Bucky loved them, so you indulged your best friend once a year around Halloween for a spooky move marathon where he got to pick everything you watched. Normally, you watched without protest, but all the reviews you’d seen of the one he’d chosen said it was the scariest thing they’d ever seen and you weren’t sure if you could do it. You pushed off his chest until you could look up into his face, giving him your best pleading look.

Bucky looked down at you fondly, his hand on your thigh stroking your skin comfortingly, though it had a naughtier effect on you and forced you to hold back another shiver. “Don’t worry, sugar, I’ll protect you.”

You gave him a skeptical look. “How are you going to protect me from getting scared?”

Bucky’s face morphed into a mischievous smirk. “If you watch it with me, you’ll enjoy it—I promise,” he said, his expression earnest even as his blue eyes glittered with excitement. Whether he was simply excited to watch the movie or to watch you be scared by the movie, you weren’t sure.

You were a little doubtful, but Bucky was your best friend and he knew you just as well as you knew him, so you trusted him. If he said you’d enjoy the movie, he was probably right. With a small, murmured, “OK,” you settled back against Bucky’s chest, plucking some candy from the bowl as he started the movie.

For a little while, you and your best friend watched the movie. You were working your way through all the red and pink Starburst candies while he idly ate some Skittles as the movie introduced the characters and the premise of the story on Bucky’s massive TV screen. You were enjoying yourself—until the first jump scare of the film, when you let out a little shriek and turned to bury your face in your best friend’s chest.

Bucky jumped too, his arm around your back squeezing you tighter, reminding you that you were safe and secure in his lap. Your best friend glanced down at you with a reassuring smile, and his eyes seemed to catch on your lips, which were swollen and reddened from eating the Starbursts. As you watched, Bucky’s ice blue eyes darkened. He pulled his other hand out from under the blanket, cupping your chin and swiping his thumb along your lower lip.

Something about the way Bucky held you had you melting further into his grip, completely forgetting the movie that had scared you in the first place. His eyes traced the curve of your lip as his thumb stroked over it again. His gaze darted up to meet your eyes for a moment and he must’ve seen in your gaze how much you wanted him to keep going because he returned to staring at your lips, then lowered his head closer to yours. “So damn bitable,” he murmured as if to himself.

A breath caught in your throat as you realized what he was doing a second before his teeth caught your lower lip, giving it a teasing bite before retreating. Again, Bucky looked into your eyes and you let him see your gaze go hazy with your need for him. You best friend’s eyes widened slightly and then he was groaning, his lips slanting against yours in a kiss.

Everything you’d imagined about kissing Bucky paled in comparison to the reality of actually having his mouth on yours. His lips were soft as he applied the perfect amount of pressure, contrasting against the stubble that rasped over your skin. Your hands gripped either side of Bucky’s face, clinging to him out of fear that he would pull away too soon. Instead, his tongue licked into your mouth and you could taste the Skittles he’d been eating, the fruity flavor bursting in your mouth as he explored. You couldn’t hold back a moan as your best friend devoured your mouth like he couldn’t get enough of you, your fingers digging into his soft brown hair.

When Bucky finally pulled away, your chest heaved, lungs pulling in much-needed oxygen. He breathed harshly too, his mouth not retreating too far so you could feel him breathing against your lips. Bucky nibbled on your lower lip, the feel of his teeth sinking into your swollen flesh making you moan softly.

“Such pretty sounds, sugar,” Bucky murmured in between teasing bites. “All for me.”

Your mind was too fuzzy and lust-drunk to think too hard, but the knowledge that your best friend had finally kissed you still managed to permeate. The happiness of that awareness was only marred by the confusion you felt. “Wha-what’re you doing, Buck?” you asked in a breathless voice, opening your eyes to look up into your best friend’s face.

His expression was soft and affectionate and just a little bit mischievous as he smiled down at you. “Shh,” he soothed, pressing a peck to your lips before using his hold on your chin to turn your face back to the TV and settle you against his chest. “Just watch the movie.”

You tried to do as your best friend said, eyes staring at the screen, but your body was buzzing too much from Bucky’s kiss to settle down fully. It didn’t help that you couldn’t stop wondering what it meant. You’d wanted Bucky to kiss you for so long, but why now? You tried to puzzle out your best friend’s motivations as you stared unseeingly at the movie on the screen.

The feeling of Bucky’s hand on your thigh, his palm hot on your skin, dragged you out of your thoughts. You squirmed in his lap, hands fisting in his soft cotton shirt over his broad chest. As you wiggled, your ass grazed Bucky’s cock in his sweatpants, his half-hard length hot underneath you.

“So restless tonight,” he murmured in your ear, as if he wasn’t the whole reason you couldn’t sit still. His hand skated further up your thigh until his fingers dug into your soft flesh less than an inch from your heated core. “Tell me something, sugar, are you wearing panties under these little shorts?”

Shaking your head slightly, your answer was barely loud enough to be heard over the movie when you said, “No.” You felt so naughty admitting that to your best friend, your arousal growing slicker between your lower lips. His fingers were so close, just a little further and he’d be able to feel exactly how wet you were from the way you soaked your shorts.

Bucky let out a harsh exhale and his fingers flexed, digging deeper into your soft thigh. “You’re gonna be the death of me, sugar,” he groaned, his voice low and intoxicating. “How’m I supposed to just sit here and watch horror movies when my pretty little best friend is squirming in my lap—and she’s not wearing any panties?”

Before you could gather your thoughts enough to answer, Bucky’s fingers closed the distance between him and your mound, rubbing your slit over your shorts. You could tell by the way he sucked in a sharp breath that he could feel exactly how much you’d soaked through the fabric. Burying your face in Bucky’s neck, his stubble rasping over your temple, your bit down on your lip to hold back a moan at the feel of him finally touching you.

“So wet, sugar,” Bucky mocked with a sweet lilt in his voice like his lips were curled into a smile. He stroked his finger up and down the seam of your pajama shorts, pushing between your folds until you could feel him teasing your entrance through the thin satiny fabric. “Is this all for me—all for your best friend?”

A hiccuping gasp fell from your lips when you stopped biting the bottom one to answer and you gripped his shirt tighter as your hips writhed against Bucky’s finger. “Y-yes,” you admitted, trembling in his lap. Without thinking, since you were too consumed by Bucky to think much anymore, you spread your legs for him, giving his hand more room.

Bucky took advantage of the move, cupping your mound in his big hand, his finger pressing against your pussy through your shorts, teasing you with the thought of filling you up. “Good girl,” he praised in a gravelly voice, rewarding your honesty by grinding the heel of his palm against your clit. You cried out, face pressed into his neck, hips grinding against his hand. “That’s it, sugar,” he encouraged, holding his hand still while you rocked against it, letting out little whimpers. “Get yourself nice and fucking drenched for me.”

Before you could come just from grinding on your best friend’s hand, Bucky pulled away and you arched your back, your hips seeking the friction he was all of a sudden denying you, letting out a desperate little whining sound when you couldn’t grind on anything. Your clit buzzed and your pussy pulsed with need. When you cracked your eyes open and tilted your head back, you found Bucky staring down at you, eyes sparkling with deviousness because he knew what he’d done to you. He brushed his fingers down the side of your face and ducked down for a too-short kiss that left you whimpering and chasing his lips.

“Are you feeling needy, sugar?” Bucky asked in that same sweetly mocking tone, a smug smirk pulling up the corners of his mouth. “Are you feeling desperate to come all over you best friend’s hand like a needy little slut?”

“Bucky, please!” you begged, reaching for his hand, which was resting innocently on your knee, wrapping your fingers around his wrist and tugging. He didn’t move an inch. “If you don’t touch me, I’m gonna die!” You knew you were being overdramatic but you didn’t care. He’d left you hanging on the edge and you were even more desperate than he accused you of being. You tugged harder on his hand, but he still didn’t budge, your strength nothing compared to his.

“Maybe you should’ve thought of that before you came out here looking like such a fucking cocktease,” he said, fake pity in his voice.

Suddenly, you realized Bucky had been planning to get you riled up and leave you hanging since you’d claimed you weren’t his. This is what his scheming face had been about. Call it best friend sixth sense, but you knew how his brain worked and you knew that when Bucky took revenge, he could sometimes go a little overboard. And you’d gone and provoked him, so now you were left with the consequences.

Before you could respond, his hand moved from your knee and your hips wriggled eagerly, still riding the edge of your release, but he bypassed your slit entirely and instead hooked a finger in the neckline of your crop top. He tugged it down harshly until your tits bounced free, wrenching a gasp from your lips as your nipples were exposed to the cool air.

“Bucky,” you whined in half-hearted protest, though you made no move to cover yourself from your best friend’s eager blue eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, trying to play coy, but the breathlessness of your voice as Bucky groped your soft tits drained all the innocence from your statement.

Bucky laughed harshly as he played with your tits, pinching your nipples and rolling the sensitive buds between his fingers. “You knew exactly what you were doing, sugar,” he accused in a growly tone, the underlying current of his own arousal taking all the heat of anger out of it. “You were trying to torture me by strutting around in your little matching PJs showing off these perfect tits and your bitable ass,” he continued, his other hand digging underneath you until he was gripping your ass. His big hand spanned your whole butt cheek, fingers digging in and making you squirm in his hold.

Bucky’s blue eyes blazed with hunger and need as he watched you react to the way he played with your body. “Did you want to see how far you could push me before I went out of my mind and fucked you?” he demanded in the same harsh tone, but he didn’t wait for an answer—not that you could give him one with how consumed you were by the way he touched you. “Well congratulations, sugar, you did it,” he said, his hand trailing down from your peaked nipples to the hem of your shorts, teasing along the hem. “And now you’re gonna have to endure while I torture you a little bit before I give you exactly what you need.” His eyes flicked back to yours, hooded with need. “D’you think you can handle that, sugar?”

Before he’d even finished asking the question, you were nodding. “Yes, Bucky, please,” you begged, wrapping your fingers around his wrist and trying to push his hand into your shorts. He only moved of his own volition, slipping his hand under the hem, his rough fingertips stroking the soft skin just above your mound. “I’ll do anything, just touch me—please!”

A devious chuckle ghosted out of Bucky’s mouth, ruffling your hair. “Y’know for someone who claims they aren’t mine, you sure seem desperate for me to treat you like you’re mine, sugar,” he teased in a sweetly mocking tone that had you squirming in his lap.

Not knowing what to say to that since you wanted to be his, you’d just never known how to tell him without risking your friendship, you whined and yanked on his wrist trying to move him closer to your wet core. Again, he only moved when he wanted to move, sliding his hand against your skin until the tip of his middle finger grazed the top of your slit. Just that little touch was enough to drag a wanton moan out of you, your head falling back even though he’d barely touched you.

Bucky laughed again, the sound low and sinful. “So fucking desperate, sugar,” he said, his words a reprimand but his tone filled with heat. He rubbed your clit once, making you buck into his hand, before sliding his finger lower and circling your hole. “So fucking wet,” he growled before plunging his finger into your grasping channel, your inner walls clutching at him.

Your spine arched and you would’ve fallen off Bucky’s lap if not for his arm bracing against your back, his other hand holding the back of your neck. It was just one finger but it felt so, so good to have him finally inside you. When he didn’t move, you cracked your eyes open and stared up at Bucky, who wore a greedy expression on his face.

“Is this what you needed, sugar?” he asked, starting to pump his finger in and out of you slowly. “You dressed like a slutty little cocktease so your best friend would finger your needy pussy?”

You squirmed in his lap and felt your ass brush against Bucky’s hot, hard length in his sweatpants. Instinctually, you pressed closer, wiggling against your best friend’s cock while he fingered your pussy, moaning when you felt him twitch through his pants. Your core pulsed with need, and grew wetter as you suddenly craved the feeling of being stretched out by Bucky’s dick.

Yanking his finger out of your pussy and his hand out of your shorts, Bucky let out a harsh exhale. “Fuck, sugar,” he grunted, grabbing one of your hands where they were fisted in his shirt and pulling it down until it rested over his hard length through his sweatpants. “Feel what you fucking do to me?”

“Bucky,” you whined, his name a plea from your lips. Your fingers wrapped around the bulge in his pants, gripping his cock and stroking him as well as you could through the fabric.

Groaning as his head fell back against the couch, Bucky’s hips rose up slightly, bucking into your hand while you groped him. He dragged his head back up and stared down at you, tilting your chin up so he could look into your eyes. “Does my best friend want my cock?” he asked, his voice rough and raspy even as his eyes sparkled with ravenous desire. “Is she too needy to be satisfied by my fingers?” A hint of mocking colored his tone, but it only served to make you needier.

“Yes, yes, please, Bucky,” you begged, stroking him harder and faster, not thinking about what you were saying, just voicing your horny thoughts as they came to you. “Need your cock, need to feel my pussy stretch around you while you fill me up to the brim—need you so fucking bad, Bucky, please, please, please.” As you spoke, you tried to pull your best friend’s pants down but he caught your wrists, staying your hands. When you looked up into his face, Bucky’s expression was tense with barely leashed need.

“Fine,” Bucky bit out through clenched teeth, his jaw gritted so hard you were a little worried he’d crack a tooth. “But I’m not done torturing you yet.” Bucky moved the bowl of candy to the coffee table. Then he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you securely as he shifted on the couch until he was propped up against the arm, reclining back against some Halloween-themed throw pillows you’d bought for his place.

The sight of them distracted you for a second and made you smile thinking about the way he’d indulged your love of Halloween decorations while you picked them out at the store. He’d had his hands on you the entire time you were in the store, either holding your hand while he pushed the cart or keeping an arm slung around your shoulders as you stood in line. But you never would’ve thought you’d end up in his lap, about to take his cock, while he laid against them. It was a surreal moment and you felt yourself spiraling a little into your thoughts, wondering what he was doing and what you were doing going along with it. But then Bucky pulled your focus back to him.

Using his strength, he manhandled your body until you were straddling his lap, your soft core pressing on his hard length through both your clothes. You groaned at the feeling and he grunted, his hips thrusting up instinctively. Bucky’s hands settled on your waist and he held you pressed down on his cock, not even letting your ass squirm in his hold.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, sugar,” Bucky started, his voice strained, almost like he was in pain. “I’m going to give you my cock and you’re going to settle down and watch the movie,” he said. The authority ringing in his tone had you leaking through your shorts, almost certainly leaving a wet spot on his light gray sweatpants, but unable to care as your best friend’s blue eyes held you captive with his penetrating gaze. “And don’t you dare fucking come before I give you permission, you got it?”

You sucked in a sharp breath at the command, head swimming, nodding before you’d even realized you were doing it. “Yes,” you agreed on a gasp once you remembered how talking worked. “I got it.”

“Good girl,” Bucky practically purred and you glowed at the praise even as more heat shot straight to your pussy at the sound of his rumbling voice. He reached down and pushed his sweatpants down his hips, lifting both himself and you to slide them down far enough to free his cock.

Your best friend’s cock bounced free of his pants and your hands immediately went to the hard length, fingers circling his girth. Bucky was so thick your fingers couldn’t meet even when you squeezed him slightly. You gave your best friend a slow stroke, reveling in the feel of the veins along the shaft bumping against your palm, following the slight curve of him up to his wide tip. You marveled at your best friend’s cock, distracted by the sudden urge to take him in your mouth.

Before you could follow through on that thought, though, Bucky gently pried your fingers from his dick and fisted the base. His big hand gripping your ass pulled you up onto your knees until you were hovering above his cockhead. But when you pulled your shorts to the side, Bucky stopped you from sinking down on his length.

“Condoms are in the coffee table drawer,” he said, chest puffing up with heavy breaths. His blue eyes were dark and wide as he stared up at you, almost like he was begging you to be quick about it. Your best friend was just as eager to fill you up as you were to be filled by him and that realization sparked another. You didn’t want your first time with Bucky to be with anything separating you two.

You glanced at the coffee table, but turned back to Bucky, shaking your head. “I’m good with no condom if you are,” you said, trying and failing to keep the eagerness out of your voice. You reached down, wrapping your fingers around Bucky’s hand still gripping his cock, lining the tip up with your entrance.

“Fuck yes—you sure, sugar?” Bucky gritted out and your heart thumped in your chest as you were reminded for the hundredth time why you’d had a crush on your best friend for so long. He was holding himself back and checking in with you, prioritizing your comfort over his own. It only made you want him more.

“Yeah, Bucky,” you leaned forward, lips grazing his stubbled cheek until your mouth was right next to his ear. “You’re my best friend, I trust you—and I want you bare inside me.”

“Fuck,” Bucky cursed. His hand shifted from your ass to your hip as he guided you to sink down on his cock. When the wide tip of his cock was enveloped in your tight heat, he groaned loudly, cursing again, “Fuck.”

You braced your hands on his chest for balance, fingers curling into his hard pecs and relishing the feel of him hot and hard under you as you slowly sank down on his dick. Inch by inch, you pressed down until your ass hit your best friend’s thighs and it was perfect. Your spine arched and you tossed your head back, letting a moan slip past your lips as you basked in the delicious feeling of your best friend’s cock stretching and filling up your tight hole. The curve of his dick had the tip of him hitting a spot deep inside you that drove you wild and you started grinding down on him.

Bucky wrapped his arm around your back, pulling you against his chest and thrusting up into you, dragging ragged moans from both of you, before settling you down on his cock. “You feel so good, sugar,” he grunted, his lips finding yours and giving you a slow, drugging kiss. You could still taste Skittles on his tongue and you groaned into his mouth, trying to kiss him more fiercely. But Bucky pulled back, an arrogant smirk on his lips. “Nuh uh, it’s my turn to torture you, remember?”

Reluctantly, you nodded, but you couldn’t help yourself from pulling the corners of your mouth down in an exaggerated frown. Bucky smiled and cupped your face in his big hands.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, pressing a short and sweet kiss to your lips. When he pulled away, he didn’t go far, pressing his forehead to yours and letting his lips ghost against your mouth as he spoke. “Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock, sugar, I just wanna sit here and feel you dripping all the way down to my balls while we watch a horror movie, alright?”

He asked you so nicely, you couldn’t help but give in to his request. “OK,” you answered in a whisper when all you wanted to do was whine and roll your hips on his cock. You managed to stop yourself from being bad, but only barely.

A grin spread across Bucky’s face and he leaned in, biting your bottom lip, the sharp sting of his teeth making your pussy clamp down on his cock reflexively. Your moans tripped over each other, your breaths tangling in the tiny space between your lips. Bucky’s teeth clicked against each other as he gritted his jaw to hold himself back while you watched him wrestle to control his desire.

You couldn’t help yourself, you squeezed him again with your inner walls—this time on purpose. It seemed you couldn’t resist the urge to get a reaction out of your best friend, even when his cock was buried deep in your pussy.

Bucky’s blue eyes widened as he grunted in pleasure, but they quickly narrowed into slits. His hand swatted your ass, giving you a sharp smack, making you yelp and jerk against him, but he held you down with his other palm on your lower back. “Be good,” he warned. “Stay still and keep my cock nice and warm while we watch the movie.”

After you nodded to show you understood, Bucky grabbed the remote from underneath his legs and hit the rewind button. While he searched for the spot in the movie where you both stopped watching, you settled into his lap, tucking your head under his chin and getting as comfortable as you could while sitting on your best friend’s cock. You focused on his scent—so fresh and familiar—and the steady sound of his heart beating in his chest. By the time Bucky hit play, you’d stopped squirming and were mostly successful in ignoring the feel of your pussy throbbing while his cock was stuffed deep inside you, stretching you out.

Bucky kissed your temple and smoothed his hands over your back, fingers tracing idly up and down your spine. “Good girl,” he murmured. The praise was enough reward for the moment and you settled down even more, trying to get back into the movie.

In just a few short minutes, your best friend was seemingly engrossed in the horror movie again, while you were struggling to stay still and quiet. Part of you wanted to try to provoke him, and see what he’d do if you weren’t good like he’d told you to be, but another, more significant part wanted to follow his orders. Still, you were finding it difficult to pay attention to the movie when your best friend’s cock was filling your pussy. You could feel your heartbeat in your clit, drumming a constant rhythm of need and if you concentrated, you could’ve sworn you could feel the veins on Bucky’s dick pulse inside you. And you were so wet, your pussy dripping down to the base of his cock. You couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about how easy it would be to slide up and down, get the friction your pussy was begging for.

A loud bang! sounded from the TV as something evil lunged out of the shadows on screen and you jumped in fright, your entire body clenching in response—including your pussy. You clamped down hard on Bucky’s cock, pulling a loud grunt from your best friend as his hips pushed up reflexively against your soft pussy. The scared little scream you’d let out at the jump scare devolved into a debauched moan. You melted against Bucky’s chest, going boneless from just that one thrust.

“Fuck, sugar,” Bucky groaned, his fingers digging into your waist, hard enough you distantly wondered if he’d leave bruises. The thought of him marking you made you burn hotter, your arousal dripping down your best friend’s cock. “Your cunt feels so fucking good, so warm and soft,” he murmured in a tortured voice.

When you lifted your head to look up at your best friend, you found his thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut. Reaching up, you raked your nails through the stubble decorating Bucky’s sharp jaw and he dragged his head up to look at you. Your need was building inside you and before you could control yourself, you leaned up and sucked Bucky’s lower lip into your mouth, teeth digging into his flesh and biting down on your best friend.

Groaning loudly against your mouth, Bucky’s hips jerked under you and he shoved his cock so deep inside your pussy, you pulled away with a sharp gasp. When you opened your eyes, Bucky was glowering at you, but the way his blue eyes were darkened with desire took all the heat out of the expression.

“You were being so good for me, sugar,” he started, pulling you up his chest until his mouth found your neck, kissing and licking just beneath your ear. Your nipples, still exposed by your pulled down top, dragged over the soft cotton of Bucky’s shirt, teasing them and sending sparks down to your pussy. “But my slutty little cocktease of a best friend just couldn’t keep it up, could you?” Bucky bit the sensitive skin of your neck, sucking until he was sure to leave a mark, while all you could do was moan and squirm, his arms holding you pinned against his chest.

“Bucky, please,” you cried out softly, fingers digging into his soft brown hair and clinging to him as he trailed his lips down your neck, nipping and licking at your skin to soothe his little bites. “I need more, I need you to fuck me, please,” you begged, your voice breathless with desperation.

Too distracted by your neediness, you didn’t notice one of Bucky’s hands reaching between your bodies until it wrapped around the front of your throat. With a firm, but not too tight grip, he pushed you back so he could look at you properly. Your best friend’s ice blue eyes raked over your face, lingering on every trace of desire and pleading in your expression.

“Did you finally learn how to use your words to ask for what you want, sugar?” he asked, his tone sweetly mocking even as his blue eyes stared so deeply into your own it felt like he could see right through you and straight to your heart, your soul. “Are you finally sorry for acting like a fucking cocktease and parading around my apartment in your skimpy little outfit instead of using your words to beg me to fuck you like the slut we both know you are?”

A warmth filled your cheeks, and you felt properly chastened by your best friend’s words, ducking your head and tearing your gaze away from Bucky’s long enough to gather your thoughts. You realized you were even more turned on by the way he talked to you, loving the feeling of being called out for how you’d treated him. You liked that Bucky put you in your place. Before you could stop it, the apology tumbled past your lips. “I’m sorry, Bucky,” you whispered while in the background the horror movie played on the TV.

Bucky���s hand still circled your throat like a necklace and he used it to tilt your chin up until he could meet your eyes. Concern swirled in the depths of his blue gaze, but when you smiled and blinked slowly up at him, he relaxed back into the pillows on the couch. Your best friend’s mouth curled up into a smirk like he knew he was right about something. “Are you ready to admit you’re mine, sugar?” he asked, his voice warm and sweet like honey.

Panic swelled in your chest, and you wondered if Bucky could feel the way fear fluttered in your veins beneath his fingers on neck. Wetting your lip, you tried to think about how to answer your best friend’s question without giving away how much you really, truly wanted to be his. You and Bucky had wandered well past the line separating you from just best friends to something more, but you didn’t know how much he meant what he was saying. Did he really want you to be his or would he go back to being your handsy-but-nothing-more best friend after this? Would he act like it had been nothing, just a little biting, a little torture between friends?

You took too long to answer your best friend’s question and his fingers dug gently into the sides of your throat, dragging you out of your panicked, spiraling thoughts. Bucky’s brows were furrowed with concern again and you couldn’t stand the sight so you dropped your gaze to his mouth. Your best friend had such a nice mouth. You loved the way the corners curled up like he had a permanent smirk on his face.

That mouth pressed into a line for a moment before Bucky’s lips parted and he spoke. “Do you not want to be mine, sugar, or do you need me to torture it out of you?” When your eyes darted up to look into his ice blue gaze at the second option, he made a rumbling sound in his chest that sounded like he was coming to a decision. “Torture it is,” he grumbled.

The horror movie he’d picked out played on the TV completely forgotten as Bucky grabbed you around your waist and picked you up, flipping you down onto your back, his hips settling into the cradle of your thighs. You both groaned at the feel of him sinking even deeper into your pussy, his thick cock still stretching you out around him. Before you could wrap your legs around Bucky’s waist, though, he pulled out, sitting back on his heels so he could bring your legs together. He tugged your pajama shorts down over your ass and off your legs so fast it was like they’d offended him. He did the same with your top, yanking it over your head and tossing it to join your shorts on the floor.

Bucky stopped for a moment, going still as he stared down at you naked and bare beneath him on the couch. When your hands fluttered over your stomach, anxiously trying to cover yourself, he batted them away. “No, sugar,” he said in a stern voice that had you quickly obeying. “I want to see just how pretty my best friend is.” His blue eyes darkened as he traced every inch of your bare skin and soft curves. “So fucking pretty,” he murmured almost to himself.

When he’d seemingly looked his fill, Bucky stood quickly, pulling his shirt over his head and shucking his pants off as quickly as possible before he kneeled back between your spread thighs. With one hand, Bucky fisted his cock while the other traced up your chest, plucking at both of your nipples before circling your throat and pinning you to the couch. His blue gaze held you just as captive as he stared you right in the eye while he fed his dick into your pussy, tormenting you with how slowly he moved.

“You want it hard and fast, sugar?” he asked in a gravelly voice, pulling his cock out of your warm, wet channel until only the tip remained.

“Yes, yes, Bucky, yes, please,” you begged, staring past his hand down your body to see his length glistening and drenched with your desire. Your hips bucked up in a wordless plea for him to bury himself inside you, but Bucky held you down with his hand not wrapped around your throat.

Instead, Bucky pushed in slow, slow, slow, making you feel every single inch of his thick cock. You felt every bump of his veins and the press of his curved dick, unable to move to take him faster with him holding you pinned to the couch. A tortured whine sounded deep in your throat, the pathetic sound bouncing off the walls of Bucky’s apartment.

“Bucky, please, please, please,” you chanted, eyes opened wide and staring up at your best friend. “Please, I need you to fuck me!”

Above you, Bucky chuckled, even as his brow started to bead with sweat from holding himself back. Despite your pleas, he pulled out and pushed in as slowly as he could manage, refusing to pick up speed even a little. “What’re you talking about, sugar, I am fucking you,” he teased, his mouth curled up in a ruthless grin. He was glorious and infuriating and you fucking loved him.

The sudden awareness of your feelings was like a livewire in your body, sending your entire being into chaos. Your heart pounded in your chest and your pussy throbbed for more even as panic tried to seize your limbs. It was all too much, and you couldn’t school your features; you didn’t know how much Bucky could see on your face so you screwed your eyes shut so at least it didn’t feel like he was coaxing your soul out to bond with his. But you couldn’t escape your best friend when you were pinned beneath him by his hands and his cock. He knew he finally had you.

“Tell me you’re mine,” Bucky ordered, pressing his thumb and middle finger into the sides of your throat until your eyes popped back open. You found your best friend looking just as wild as you felt, emotions churning in his darkened blue eyes, desperation warring with hunger and need and something else you couldn’t name but you felt your heart lurch in response to it.

A choked sob burst out of your mouth and Bucky’s grip relented only for the words to finally win the fight and escape. “I’m yours, Bucky,” you cried out, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. “I’ve always been yours, I’m always, always, always gonna be yours.”

Bucky fell on top of you, his lips finding yours in a bruising, ferocious kiss. His tongue swept into your mouth, taking possession and tasting every inch of you, overwhelming and consuming you. Your best friend kissed you like he never wanted his lips to part from yours, his hands gripped you like he never wanted to let you go, and his cock slid inside your pussy like he never wanted to leave you empty. When he shoved his dick roughly into your hole, you wrenched your mouths apart so you could moan against each other’s lips.

Pressing his forehead against yours, Bucky stared at you with hooded eyes. “That’s my girl, that’s my good fucking girl,” he praised, fucking you hard and fast just like you needed. His cock pummeled your pussy so hard it nearly hurt, but it was a delicious kind of pain, one you didn’t think you’d ever get sick of. “My girl, mine,” he babbled, pressing kisses to your lips, then your cheeks between each word until he was speaking into your skin. “You’re the love of my fucking life and now that you’re mine, I’m never letting you go, sugar, never,” he promised, his words sinking through you until they were buried deep in your heart and soul.

Hearing your best friend reveal the depth of how he felt about you, and the fact that it matched exactly how you felt about him, drove you wild and loosened your tongue. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” you chanted, your hands clutching at Bucky’s body like you couldn’t get him close enough. Your knees climbed up either side of Bucky’s waist until you were folded in half beneath him, his cock buried as deep as possible and it still didn’t feel like enough.

Thankfully, your best friend seemed to know exactly what you needed and he pounded harder and faster into you, moving with you in a rhythm you easily matched until your bodies were working perfectly in sync. Both of you chased your pleasure, murmuring and moaning your love into each other’s skin.

“Fuck,” Bucky groaned, his lips trailing down to your tits, sucking and biting on your skin, leaving little teeth marks and bruises behind. “Your pussy feels so fucking good, sugar, like you were made to take my cock,” he murmured around your nipple, laving the tight bud with his tongue before looking up at you from under thick, dark lashes. Your hands raked through his short brown hair, nails scraping against his scalp and delighting in the way his eyes fluttered at the feel. When his blue gaze opened again, it was molten hot with desire and determination. “I’m gonna make you come all over my cock until you’re shaking and begging me to stop,” Bucky warned.

You realized you may have provoked your best friend a little too much, but instead of backing down, you smirked at him. “Make me,” you challenged, certain that the hunger you saw in Bucky’s eyes was reflected in your own.

The simple phrase had the desired effect. Bucky pushed your thighs wide and up until you were spread and helpless beneath him, giving him total access to pound into your pussy until the slap of his thighs against yours and his balls hitting your ass were louder than the horror movie on the TV. “You wanna be a bratty little slut, I’ll fuck you like a bratty little slut, sugar,” Bucky ground out through gritted teeth, his hand finding your neck again and squeezing until you struggled to pull in a full breath.

All you could do was lay there and take it and oh god did you enjoy taking it. You basked in the feel of your best friend’s heavy weight fucking you into the couch. You felt your eyes going unfocused as your whole body was consumed by the pleasure Bucky was giving you. Your mouth hung open as you panted for the meager little breaths he allowed, tongue stuck out over your bottom lip.

“Fuck, you’re going so fucking dumb on my cock, aren’t you, sugar?” Bucky teased in that mocking tone you loved so much as he stared down into your lust-drunk face. All you could feel and see and hear was Bucky. “So fucked out, eyes hazy and tongue out—fuck.”

You could feel yourself getting close, your inner walls clasping at Bucky’s thick cock as he buried himself inside you over and over again. Your best friend’s pounding cock and filthy words were pushing you closer and closer to the edge. It was all too much and too good and you didn’t know how much longer you could hold on.

“Fuck, fuck, come for me, sugar,” Bucky huffed, his hips thrusting faster and harder as he rutted into you. He choked you a little harder, holding your throat tight for a long moment and cutting off your air entirely. “Come for me,” he growled out the order, his face feral and beautiful as he hovered over you. “Come all over my cock while I drain my balls deep in your pretty little cunt.”

When he reached down and rubbed your clit viciously, he shoved you over the edge of the precipice you’d been hanging on. Bucky let go of your throat and you drew in a deep breath, letting it out in a scream as you came hard on his cock. Your pussy clenched down on Bucky’s thick length as he pounded into you furiously.

“Good girl, good girl, that’s my girl,” Bucky mumbled, his arms digging under your back so his hands could hook over your shoulders. He used his grip to fuck you harder and faster. He never stopped, never relented even a little, his pace brutal and unyielding through your orgasm.

As wave after wave of pleasure continued to crash over you, you realized he was driving you toward another release. You’d lost control of your limbs, your body writhing uncontrollably beneath your best friend as he pounded into you like he was determined to literally fuck you dumb. Your legs trembled on either side of his waist and you gasped for air, still dizzy and not yet recovered from his hand around your throat or your first orgasm. “I can’t,” you choked out on a gasp. “Bucky, I can’t—not again.”

“You can, sugar,” Bucky argued, his tone sweet but merciless as he kept up his relentless thrusting. “I promised to fuck you until you’re begging me to stop and I don’t hear you saying ‘stop.’”

Bucky’s cock plunged so deep and hard, he hit a spot that stole the breath from your lungs. Even though you didn’t think it was possible, you came again, the orgasm sweeping through you and leaving you shaking and trembling as you screamed, “Stop!”

With a loud groan, Bucky stopped, his cock stuffed deep inside you as he gave in to his own pleasure. Bucky’s teeth sank into the base of your neck, where your throat met your shoulder, hard enough to make you scream again. Your fingers twisted in his hair and held him against you as you rode out your second orgasm, feeling Bucky’s cock throb and twitch inside you as he emptied himself in your pussy. You felt his warm release coat your insides, leaking out and down your ass.

Finally, Bucky collapsed on top of you, his arms wrapping around your waist between you and the couch, while your arms circled his shoulders. After a moment of being pressed into the soft cushions by your best friend’s body weight, he rolled you onto your sides, his softening cock slipping free from your dripping pussy and making you groan softly.

You were both still catching your breath, but Bucky reached around and picked up the blanket from the floor, pulling it over your rapidly cooling bodies to ward off the chill of his apartment. You snuggled into your best friend’s chest, humming happily as you recovered from what was easily the best sex of your life. Thinking back on everything that’d just happened, it reminded you of what Bucky had said while he’d been buried balls-deep in your cunt and you stiffened.

“You better not be having regrets, sugar,” Bucky warned in a deep voice, satisfaction soaking his tone. His heavy breaths started to even out and his voice turned determined. “If you need me to recap where we stand, I will: You’re mine, I’m yours, you’re my girlfriend and my best friend and I’m your boyfriend and your best friend.” He dragged his eyes open and pinned you with his icy stare. “Does that cover everything?”

“Yep,” you squeaked, cheeks heating at how thoroughly he’d read your panic. But then his words fully permeated your mind and your face settled into a smile as happiness unfurled throughout your body. You felt yourself melting into Bucky.

“Good,” he grumbled, rolling onto his back and tucking you into his side between his body and the back of the couch. He retrieved the remote from the floor, accidentally picking up your shorts in the process. They landed on his lap. He held the small garment up between pinched fingers. It was obvious to your eyes that they were far too small for your body and you had a feeling Bucky could tell as well. “Were you trying to torture me with this?” he asked, giving you a look out of the corner of his eyes.

“No, I just…” you trailed off trying to think of a way to put your evil little plan into words that didn’t make you sound too childish. “It was a trick? Like trick or treat?” you tried, but Bucky’s unamused expression told you that you’d have to try again. With a sigh, you finally admitted the truth. “I just wanted to see what you’d do, if you’d react at all.”

“Sugar, sugar, sugar,” Bucky groaned, tossing the shorts back on the floor and the remote on the coffee table. The movie on the TV had long since finished, the picture having gone back to its info screen. “I never had a hope of keeping my hands off you in that getup.” He buried his face in your neck, licking the bite mark he’d left and soothing the ache away with every stroke of his tongue. His voice was slightly muffled against your skin as he went on, saying, “How could I not react to my gorgeous best friend flashing her tits and ass in the tiniest PJs I’ve ever seen?”

You giggled in his arms, squirming to get closer to him, throwing a leg over his thigh. “Well, when you put it that way, it sounds kind of silly.”

Bucky pulled back, tilting your chin up so you looked into his face. “No, I’m glad you did it,” he said, his tone serious. “I’ve wanted to tell you for ages how I felt, but it wasn’t until you pushed me that I finally got out of my head and did something about it.” He ducked down and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. “I love you, sugar.”

“Love you too, Bucky,” you murmured, pulling him in for a longer, sweeter kiss. “Hmm,” you hummed as you pulled away. “I think I’d better keep those pajamas, though, even if they are a little small.” You gave him a devilish grin.

Bucky groaned good-naturedly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Only if you want me to bite and torture every inch of you, sugar,” he warned, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement at the idea.

You shrugged as nonchalantly as you could even as you buzzed with anticipation, shooting him a wicked smirk as you quipped, “What’s a little biting, a little torture between best friends?”

With a short laugh, Bucky leaned in and nipped at your bottom lip, soothing the bite with his tongue before slipping inside your mouth. He rolled you onto your back and took his time worshiping your body, leaving a trail of kisses and bites down your neck to your chest, then even lower. Bucky sucked a hickey into your thigh before giving the same torturous attention to your pussy until you were dripping and begging for his cock.

That night, you and Bucky never managed to finish the horror movie he’d originally put on, or watch any others your best friend had picked out for your Halloween horror movie night. But you did wake up the next morning snuggled up in the arms of your best friend and boyfriend. Marks from his teeth and fingers dotted your skin and you both loved the sight so much, he promised never to leave your skin unmarked.

Throughout the following days and months and years, Bucky kept his promise to you. He’d leave hickeys or bruises on your skin, in places where they’d be hidden by your clothes—on your chest and your thighs—but you’d always be able to feel them. You’d return the favor, sucking hickeys into the skin over his collarbone or his shoulder, relishing the sight of your mark on him. They were a secret between you and Bucky, a language meant only for the two of you, your love imprinted into each other’s skin. The marks ensured you’d always know that Bucky Barnes, your best friend and the love of your life, was yours just as much as you were his.

[mrs-marc-spector]

Let Me Be of Service

Pairing: Husband!Bucky x Pregnant!Wife!reader

Summary: With your growing belly, it gets a lot harder to take care of yourself. Luckily, your husband is always willing to lend a helping hand

Warnings: Fluff, a little smut, reader is heavily preggo, established relationship, Bucky is down bad, Bucky shaves his girl’s cooch and boot, crack fic, embarrassing stories about each other, implied smut at the end, banter, Bucky calls reader Petal and she calls him Duckie

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: A little something something to hold you guys over while I’m working on part 2 of Change My Ways For You. Thank you to @buckys-wintersoldier for beta reading; however, any and all mistakes are mine and mine alone.

You hear the clashing of pans in the kitchen followed by your husband’s curse. It brings a smile to your lips, knowing that he is trying to make you breakfast in bed, even though he is probably the worst cook you have ever met. When you first started dating, he made the joke that he was the only person that could start a fire with water. 

You didn’t believe him until he actually did start a fire while boiling water at his first and only attempt to make pasta for the two of you to eat. You still have no idea how he managed to do that, but ever since then it’s either you cook, he ‘helps’ you in the kitchen, which is you giving him the easiest thing to do and hope that he doesn’t blow you up, or you order out.

But ever since you got pregnant, doing everyday tasks has gotten harder. You get out of breath from just standing up. Don’t even start with trying to pick something up off the floor. If it hits the ground, it’s going to stay there until Bucky picks it up if you can’t grip it with your toes. Cooking has become a near impossible task for you. Who knew that carrying a super soldier baby would be so hard? 

Your belly was larger than the average woman’s stomach for how far along you are. It wasn’t just that your belly was big though. It caused so much back pain that it was easier to just lay on your side all day, and your feet ached and pulsed from the shortest walk. 

You felt like a bad wife, not able to help take care of the house, or yourself for that matter. But Bucky was a saint, he doted on you every second of the day. He took his leave of absence as soon as you started grunting while moving around. Bucky loved every minute of it though, albeit he hated seeing you in pain, but every change to your body was incredible to him. He was obsessed with how round you were, how full your breasts are, and the cute little pout that is always on your lips.

So you appreciated Bucky for trying to make you something to eat; although you knew it was going to be disgusting, possibly inedible, you would take it with a smile on your face because he tried and that was something you were grateful for.

You decided to get out of bed, not to take over making breakfast in the fear of burning down your house, of course not, but to watch your man in action. When you shifted, however, it became painfully obvious that you were overdue for a shave. The prickly hairs on your pussy were uncomfortable, making putting your legs together almost painful.

You have no idea when the last time you shaved was. All you knew was that it was when you could still see your feet, and that was a loooonnng time ago. Bucky didn’t seem to mind your body hair. He would still eat you out until you had to roll over from the weight of your belly making it hard to breathe. He never once complained about your public hair and you honestly forgot that you hadn’t shaved in so long, until this moment.

Throwing on Bucky’s henley, grateful that he was so fucking beefy so you could still fit into his shirt, although tight around the belly, and wobbled out to the kitchen. Bucky heard you, your feet heavy on the wood floors. “Petal, you’re going to love this! I made you grilled cheese and guess what?” He spins around, bright smile on his face, a grilled cheese plated in his hands. 

“I have officially made something edible without us having to evacuate the house, AND it’s only slightly burnt.” The early morning sun casts a soft glow on his naked chest. He looked like a Greek god, corded muscles topped with a bit of softness, the result of your cooking and less time with the Avengers. 

“Good job, Duckie. Good thing too because I’m starving. Bug isn’t going to stop kicking my bladder until she gets something to eat.” Crow’s feet bloom around Bucky’s eyes. He falls in love with you harder every day, seeing you carry his baby into the world, keeping her safe in your belly.

Bucky sets the singular grilled cheese at your spot on the table, pulling out the chair for you to sit, strong hands grabbing your waist, making sure you don’t strain yourself too hard. He spins around and gets you a cup of your favorite morning drink and places it in front of you, quickly sitting down opposite you, eagerly waiting for you to take a bite.

“Duckie, aren’t you going to have one, too?” His sweet Petal was too good to him.

“Well, Petal, only one turned out.” He gives you a sheepish smile and you can only giggle at him.

“Do you want half of mine then? I don’t mind sharing.” You were starving your ass off, but you wanted to reward Bucky with something for being so good to you.

He vehemently shakes his head. “Uh, uh, Petal, you and Bug need to eat. I can find something else. Now hurry up and tell me if I meet up to your standards.”

Before you take a bite you reach over the table to grab his right hand, running your fingers over the wedding band there. He couldn’t wear it on his left hand, but you wanted everyone to know that he was yours. “You always exceed my standards, Duck.”

Bucky blushes and gestures for you to have a taste. Your eyes widen as the cheesy snack hits your tongue. “Oh my god, this is actually good!” Bucky leans back in his chair and does a small victory dance, proud of himself for feeding his wife.

His celebration is cut short when he sees you shift in your seat, clearly uncomfortable. “Petal, what’s wrong? Is Bug kicking?” Bucky is by your side in seconds cupping your belly, only to find that Bug isn’t causing a raucous.

“It’s kind of embarrassing.” You look down, away from his prying eyes.

“We have been together for 8 years, Petal. I stood watch while you took a shit on the side of the highway, it can’t be that bad.”

You whip your head around. “Duckie! We don’t talk about that. I told you not to bring that up again. It was one time!” Bucky only laughs and turns his head away.

“Petal, we both know that it was twice and we had to stop by Mcdonalds so you could wash yourself after you wiped with poison ivy.” Bucky was barely containing his laughter, while you were dying of embarrassment. “You know, that was the moment I knew I was going to marry you?”

You scoffed. “When we were stuck on the highway while I popped a squat? That cannot be when you knew you were going to marry me. That is not what you said at the wedding.” 

“Didn’t think that you would appreciate that story being told to all of our friends and family. But your secret is safe with me.”

“Since we are bringing up the past, remember the time you were training with Sam and he hit you in the balls and you pissed yourself. You called me to bring you a new pair of underwear and I made sure no one knew.” You turned your chin up.

“C’mon, Petal, it wasn’t even that much. It was just a dot. And it wasn’t my fault I had a full bladder. Don’t make me bring what happened last week when you-”

You slapped your hand over his mouth, grabbing him by the back of his head and pulling him close to you. “Don’t. You. Dare. We never mention that again, we forget it ever happened, yeah?”

Bucky moans at your dominance, it never failed to get his cock hard. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop, but you have to tell me what’s got you wobbling in your seat. And I know it’s not because my cooking turned you on.”

You took a deep breath before looking into his eyes. “Promise you won’t laugh?” 

“I can’t promise that, Petal, but I won’t judge you.” Of course, Bucky and you always laughed at each other. Never when it was something serious. But you were able to joke around when the other did something embarrassing, but he would never joke about it if you were uncomfortable.

“My pussy hurts.” You squint your eyes, the grumpiest look on your face, and cross your arms.

“Petal, that’s all you had to say. I’m an expert on taking care of my sweet girl. If I lick her bud would that make it better?” You feel your cunt pulse at his words, but the scratching is too annoying to let you get turned on.

“No, Duckie! I mean my fucking hair is too long and it’s poking me and it fucking hurts and I can’t reach to shave because of this huge belly, and it makes me feel like a sasquatch and I just want to feel pretty.” You almost burst into tears, not knowing that you had so many emotions bubbling under the surface, but then again you were pregnant and couldn’t control them.

“Oh, Petal, you are the most gorgeous woman on this planet, shaven or not. And you don’t need to worry about doing anything for yourself, you hear me? If you wanted me to, I would wipe your ass for you.” You sucked your teeth and slapped his chest.

“I’m being serious!”

“And so am I.” 

Without another word, Bucky picks you up like you weigh nothing and heads to your bedroom and sets you down on the soft covers. “Duckie, what are you doing?” He still doesn’t say anything as he walks into the bathroom to get a towel and your conditioner and sets them on the bed. He leaves the room only to come back a minute later with a bowl of water and his razor. “You cannot be serious right now.”

“Oh, Petal, deathly.” He flicks the towel out and lays it on the edge of the bed and sets you there, your feet planted on either side of you and you’re forced to lay back with your belly.

You don’t see what he is up to, but you feel his hot breath fan across your folds and he groans. “Petal, is this making you wet? Your husband between your legs about to service you?” He chuckles as the twitch of your clit. “Fuck, prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Makes my cock so fucking hard, could cum in my pants just from eating her.”

“Duckie, don’t lie. I know it doesn’t look pretty. Probably could fucking braid it.” You fight the urge to close your legs. You haven’t had sex in almost three weeks, mainly because your body is so exhausted all the time and you know you wouldn’t be able to enjoy it.

“Petal, when have I ever lied to you? You think I would lie straight to my pretty girl’s face? How could I lie right in front of Heaven?” He leans in closer and you hear the deep inhale he takes. “And about that braid comment, I learned how to braid hair in Wakanda so that isn’t a problem for me.”

He gets a giggle out of you. “I can’t fucking believe you. You’re such a dork.” Rather than hear his chuckle, you feel it, his mouth pressed against your cunt, lapping your juices. “Fuck, oh shit, don’t stop.”

“Mmh, so fucking good. Don’t even need to eat breakfast when I have this meal on a fucking platter.” He dives back in, arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping you in place. With his hands occupied with your thighs, you were able to grind against his mouth, urging him to focus on your clit. Bucky was in his own world, the hairs pressing against his face not deterring him in the slightest.

His groan is deep and sends shockwaves up your spine, unable to stop the jerk of your hips. All at once, Bucky lets go of your thighs and turns away to sneeze. With great difficulty, you sit up and stare at him, perplexed. “Duckie, you better not fucking tell me that my pubes make you sneeze or so help me.”

Bucky falls onto his back, clutching his stomach as his laughter rings out in the room. The obvious tent is his pants still there. “I’m sorry, Petal, just tickled my nose is all.” His entire face is red, each word coming out in a wheeze. 

“Duckie, it’s not funny.” Even at your protests, you feel yourself unable to control your laughter. 

“If it’s not funny, then why are you laughing, Petal?” Bucky is finally able to control himself enough to sit up and rest his head on your thigh.

“Because you were laughing. Don’t you dare try and eat me out right now.” You push his forehead away, much to his dismay. “Are you going to shave me or not?” Your pout has him pressing his lips together to stop the giggle from leaving his lips.

“Of course, my hedge.”

“DUCKIE!”

“I’m only joking.” 

You lay back and prop your feet up again, jolting slightly as Bucky runs his hands, dipped in water, over your folds and mound. While slightly more prepared for the conditioner, it still feels foreign to have his hands touching you like this.

“Fuck, Petal, just one more taste.”

“Duckie.”

“Fine.”

He starts with your lips, using one hand to hold them tight, taking extra care not to knick your sensitive skin. “Hey, Duckie?” The only view you have is of the ceiling so you don’t see the absolute concentration on Bucky’s face, tongue poking out, and eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah, Petal?”

“Do you think it’s normal that I’m getting turned on by this?” Bucky loved that you were comfortable enough in your relationship to casually talk about random things, knowing that he wouldn’t judge you for them, most of the time he was on the same page as you anyway.

“Probably not, but if it makes you feel any better, I’m solid as a rock right now.” You giggle at his casual tone, almost as if he was asking you how your day was. “Don’t move, I’m performing a delicate operation here.” It only makes you giggle more and Bucky has to pull away, leaning over to the side so you could see his face.

“Okay, I guess I’ll just lay here then.” It was Bucky’s turn to suck his teeth in but doesn’t say anything else.

“Hey, Duckie?” Bucky sighs and begrudgingly answers. “Is that my slick running down my ass or water? I need to know how embarrassed I should be.”

“I could give it a taste and answer you.”

“Ew, no. I probably have little bits of hair everywhere.”

With each stroke of the razor you feel yourself relax more and more. The constant presence of his hands soothing you. Bucky taps your leg to signal that you’re done and picks you up, bending you over the bed. “Duckie, we are not having sex right now.”

“Petal, you know that I am very thorough in everything that I do, and I still have your perfect ass to shave” You groan and bury your face into the covers.

“C’mon, Duck, this is worse than before. I feel so exposed.” Bucky rubs his hand down your spine, his other hand reaching under you to support your belly.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before, and I’m going to make my girl feel pretty.” He lands a light slap to your right asscheek and grinds his hips against your cunt once before pulling away.

He works just the same, using one hand to spread you open while carefully removing all your hair. When he’s done he pulls back, one hand cupping each cheek. You huff when he jiggles your ass to his heart’s content, letting him have his reward for taking care of you.

“Duckie! Did you just bite my fucking ass?” 

“Couldn’t help it, Petal, so fucking sexy.” 

You contemplate if you should kick him or kiss him. Your decision is cut short when he rolls you over again, now looking at your face. “Petal, we still have two legs to do and they both lead to my favorite petals.”

Fuck, you were in for it.

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Sleep Deprived

A/N: still alive!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1005

Warnings: Unedited, Toot-Rotting fluff :)

Summary: You are far too nice and cannot seem to say no when the team keeps asking you for favors. Now you're ridiculously sleep-deprived and Bucky is determined for you to finally get some rest. (Grumpy Bucky X Sunshine Reader)

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Kindness had always been something you prided yourself on; your willingness to help and be patient with others had almost always done you well, but sometimes you were just too nice

First, it was helping Nat go through her old paperwork late one night; she had been in an absolute rush trying to find this old file before the deadline and you didn’t even think of refusing. Then it was Tony, who all but forced you to fill in for one of his lab techs in an overnight experiment. Then Steve wanted help with some confounded modern technology that Sam swore he didn’t have the time to teach him. 

On top of it all you had hardly been sleeping the last few nights anyway.

Where you once felt vibrant and bright was now filled with far-distant gazes and tired smiles. Not that you really noticed, right now you were only focused on opening your eyes again after each agonizingly heavy blink. 

“Y/N are you sure you want to come?” Steve asked, “You look like you could use a 90-year sleep…” he commented with a quiet huff of laughter. 

You barely even registered the joke, instead just smiling sleepy on instinct to his small laugh, “I’m sure, I really do want to go. I promise I’ll be okay once we get going” you assured. The team had been planning this outing for weeks now and you swore you wouldn’t miss it. Not only that but you really didn’t want to miss out on a chance to spend a little more time with Bucky outside of work. 

He had snared you at the very first moment and he didn’t even know it. His bright blue eyes had turned away from their conversation, a small frown on his lips from whatever had just been said, and turned to you instead- jolting you with a force you couldn’t have foreseen. Ever since then your heart had been hooked, its strings unwillingly tangled by the smallest interactions.

Not you’d ever admit that to anybody.

“Doll, I really think you should consider staying home and getting some rest…” your heart thrummed as Bucky spoke, his arms crossed over his chest as he gave you a look. 

But you only held up your hands, smiling your assurances as you spoke, “I can last a few more hours..! I’ll take a nap as soon as we get back, but I’m sure I’ll last.” 

The other members of the team only looked at each other, sharing doubtful glances but nodding nonetheless- if you really wanted to go they weren’t going to try and stop you. 

“Alright then,” Nat said with a shrug and stood up, “let’s all head out then.”

Everyone stood up at once and you followed suit, your vision swimming as you stood up far too fast. “Whoa.. um, I mean… Whoo! Yeah, let’s do this…!” You took a staggering step forward. You refused to look like you couldn’t keep up and so you pushed through, giving yourself no time for recovery. 

Thankfully there was still one person watching you. Bucky stood up to follow, lingering by your side as the others moved on ahead. He’d tell himself it was purely to watch over you, but he couldn’t deny the lingering urge to be near you. Ever since your first day at the tower when you flashed your annoyingly bright smile at him… he knew he’d never be able to think of anything else. 

You stumbled but quickly caught yourself, your breathing ragged and worn as your body begged for rest. “Doll, please-“ but he didn’t have a chance to finish as you stumbled towards the ground yet again. 

Strong hands shot out to catch you, your body almost completely limp in his firm grasp. “Oh I…” you started, struggling to keep your consciousness and your breath, “Sorry… I’m okay….”

But Bucky only frowned and shook his head,  his hands scooping you up bridal style and he turned to the rest of the team who had stopped to turn back, “You guys go ahead. We’re gonna stay here and get some rest.” He said as he walked back toward the couch, acting as if holding you against his chest was the most natural thing in the world. 

“You don’t have to do that, Bucky…” you mumbled against his chest, your body more than happy to sink into him. 

“Shh, yes I do…” he spoke quietly, the whole room settling into a calm quiet as the rest of the team headed out the door, “You can’t keep doing this to yourself, Doll… I know you want to be nice, but you’re only gonna wind up hurt.” He chided as he took a seat on the couch and laid back against the armrest. 

Thanks to your lack of sleep you had no shame in rolling on top of him, your cheek squishing against his chest as you let out a tired huff. “I’m not.. good at saying no…” you murmured with eyes closed, sleep coming on fast in your comfortable state. 

The grumpy ex-soldier grinned despite himself, your sweet smooshed face stirring something in his old heart. He pulled a blanket off the top of the couch, draping it over the two of you as you seemed to be in the last thralls of consciousness.

“Bucky…?”

“Yes, Doll?”

“Will you be here when I wake up…? Please..?” Your soft voice asked, your fingers curling around his shirt in an effort to make him stay- but he didn’t need any swaying. 

A grin, as bright as your own, broke through his expression, and he nodded quietly, “I’ll be right here, Doll. I promise you….”

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And he kept his promise. 

Hours later the rest of the team had finally returned, initially boisterous and full of laughter, they were quickly quieted down by the sight before them. 

There on the couch you and Bucky continued to lay, his strong arms wrapped firmly around your frame with his sleeping face tucked into the top of your head. 

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Number... 127

Bucky Barnes

I almost said 17, but I trust your playlist enough to know that no matter what, the music is going to be good <3

first time in a while I've written angst, first time I think I've ever posted it hehe. enjoy.

shame on me - catch your breath

this was it.

four years. four years of memories, four years of laughs and smiles, four years of love down the drain.

"you can't just leave," you breathed out, teeth gritted, not sure if you were more angry or heartbroken at the situation you were in. "you can't just fucking leave at the slightest inconvenience!"

"when are you going to understand, it's not the slightest inconvenience? it's the same thing over and over again - it's like you don't want to be loved."

a single tear dropped, rolling down your cheek as your face grew hotter. "me? I don't want to be loved? I've done everything for you, I've put my life on the line for you countless times and-"

"I never asked you to!" it was silent. bucky was seething in front of you, a stare-down happening between the two of you. "I never asked you to do all of those things!"

"you didn't have to, that's what people in relationships do! they fucking compromise!"

this had been the biggest blow-up yet from the two of you. you almost felt bad for your neighbors, probably waking them up with your screams in the middle of the night. you had both just come back from a mission, and it was silent the entire flight back. it was silent in the tower after the debrief. it was silent on the ride back. the silence broke as soon as he slammed the door shut to your shared apartment.

the mission had gone fine - if you could say risking your life for your fiancé on the field was fine. if you could say him coddling you was fine. you were never someone who needed to be coddled, always the independent one who could stand on their own two feet just fine. you failed to see though, that you didn't have to anymore. you failed to see how your self-destructive ways were killing him slowly.

"I've- I've never fucking met someone who wasn't grateful for someone saving their life, I mean that's just ridiculous!" you ran your hand through your hair, laughing at the incredulous nature of what he was mad over.

"you know, it's fucking hard being with you. it's always been fucking hard to be with you."

at that, your heart shattered. the wind was knocked out of you. how long had he resented you and never brought it up? how long had he wanted to leave, and this was just the perfect moment? you closed your eyes. you could see the home he had built inside your mind, and let it come to life through all the flashbacks. the dates, the kisses, the teamwork. the day he proposed to you. your eyes opened at the sound of metal hitting the desk next to the door.

"I'll have the rest of my things out by tomorrow. we're done."

the door shut and all you were left with was an empty apartment and his ring on the table.

part 2

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Caught in the act

bucky barnes x reader

smut, very little fluff

bucky likes to think that he is a very attentive boyfriend. he pays attention to his girls wants and needs year round. he takes pride in the fact that he knows her cycle. it helps him understand her moods throughout the month as her body goes through its cycle. he does this for her benefit, so he can be ready to do nice things for her on her period. however, he also does it so he can be prepared when she is ovulating.

bucky wakes up in the morning with a beaming smile. he knows that his girlfriend is ovulating today, and he is prepared to fulfill all of y/n’s needs. he takes a shower, gets ready, and gets in the car to drive to y/n’s apartment. he runs up the stairs of your apartment, eager to see his lovely girlfriend. he uses the spare key that she gave him, and he opens the front door to rush to the bedroom. he is stunned by the sight that he sees when he bursts through the door. his girl is laying in her bed, making lewd noises while she is fingering herself. bucky softly smiles and decides to slam the door shut. y/n is immediately startled, and pulls the covers over her body quickly. “oh.. uh! buck, i thought you were coming over later, why are you here??” y/n asks quietly while blushing profusely. “now, doll, don’t turn this around and make it seem like it’s my fault, you know the rules. no touching yourself unless i give permission.” bucky snarls. “i’m so sorry bucky i won’t do it again i promise!” y/n whimpers. bucky slowly approaches the bed, and tucks a strand of y/n’s hair behind her ear. “oh sweetheart, you will be sorry by the time i’m done with you”. y/n shivers in excitement as bucky pulls the covers off of y/n’s body and begins to softly finger her clit. y/n moans “oh baby please… give me more”. bucky grabs y/n’s jaw harshly and forces her to look him in the eyes. “you will take whatever i will give you, you needy slut”. bucky then slaps y/n’s face and she whimpers as she feels herself getting wetter. bucky moves down to finally taste his girl, and he begins to eat her like a man starved. he inserts two fingers and roughly fingers her as he spells his name with his tongue on her clit. y/n is immediately a moaning mess, because bucky knows exactly how to get y/n to finish. y/n comes with a scream, but bucky does not stop there. bucky pulls 3 more orgasms from y/n with just his hands and mouth, until she is a shaking, blabbering mess. “please buck, n-no more! i won’t do it again, daddy i promise!” y/n cries. bucky smiles, knowing that y/n is slowly slipping into subspace due to overstimulation. bucky whispers “you were so needy earlier doll, you are lucky i’m giving you anything right now” into y/n’s ear. bucky undoes his belt and swiftly pulls off his pants and boxers. he walks around to the side of the bed while stroking his long cock. “open up” he tells y/n, with lust in his eyes. he slaps his pink tip onto y/n’s pretty tongue a few times before he shoves his entire length down her throat. y/n sighs as she enjoys the taste of her daddy’s huge dick in her mouth, and she whines when he abruptly pulls it out of her mouth. “spread your legs for me, sweet girl” bucky growls. y/n complies and bucky teases y/n’s entrance with the head of his cock until he is satisfied and roughly pushes all the way in. the two moan loudly at the feeling of his big pink cock inside of her tight, wet little pussy. “fuck baby you- you’re so fucking tight you’re squeezing the shit out of me” bucky moans. he begins pounding into her at an inhuman pace. the two are moaning loudly and making out very roughly and messily. y/n feels a different feeling in her stomach than usual, and she screams as she feels a new feeling snapping through her body. y/n squirts everywhere as her body thrashes and bucky is in awe of his gorgeous girlfriend squirting all over the sheets and his body. y/n’s pussy is convulsing around buckys cock as she comes, and bucky immediately follows her orgasm with a loud moan as he bottoms out in her and empties his huge load with a loud groan. y/n and bucky are panting and sweaty. “i love you, doll” bucky whispers as he presses a kiss onto y/n’s forehead. “i love you too, bucky baby.” y/n whispers back with a smile on her face. the two let themselves drift off to sleep and they enjoy a nap together, covered in their own juices, but they are just happy to be together.

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husband!simon who refuses to bring his wedding ring on missions, fearing that it will put you in danger if he’s captured. he wears it around base on a chain around his neck, only putting in back on when he’s sure it won’t get dirty. he’s got a dirty job, after all.

refers to you as ‘the missus’ to his team

always checking in to tell you if his plans change or he’s going to be late coming home. johnny teases about him being whipped but secretly enjoys seeing his friend so dedicated

fidgets with his ring during briefings. spins it back and forth on his finger as he listens to price and laswell discussing intel

makes a wood burned plaque that says ‘the rileys’ and hangs it on your porch. sometimes you catch him staring at it, a faraway look in his eyes

always grins when you introduce him as ‘my husband, simon’. rubs his hand up and down your back after you say it as if to say that’s right, love.

got very drunk with johnny and kyle one night while you were away. you received a video of simon slumped on the couch, mumbling nonsense before you could decipher “fuckin’ miss my wife” over the snickering of johnny behind the phone

gets a tattoo of your lipstick mark somewhere on him (be creative here. i dare you)

holds your hips whenever you're speaking to someone he doesn’t know. presses a kiss to the top of your head while he stares at them for good measure

has a photo of the two of you on his desk, one from a 141 gathering that you’d attended at the bar. he stood behind you, his arm slung over your chest in a show of possession. he keeps a much more candid photo of you on him

gets hit on by some of the new recruits (understandably) that don’t know he’s taken yet and just stares at them. if they persist, he hits them with a “not sure you’d like to meet mrs. ghost.”

appreciates when you make him dinner, but really loves when he has the time to make you a nice dinner. likes grilling a lot, but likes having you sit outside and watch him even more

forever entranced by the sight of his ring on your finger. you’ll be talking away to him when he grabs your hand and lifts it to his mouth, pressing a light kiss above where the ring sits before looking back up at you. “continue your story, lovie.”

lets you stitch his balaclava up if the threads come loose. you sneak in a little heart with some red string that sits under the skull, hidden from view. only he feels it sitting on his cheek in place of a kiss

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Thinking about the cutest little beefy babie Bucky who just needs cuddles and kisses and to feel small. He’s spent so much of his life forced into the complete opposite, the large killing machine who was hosed down with ice cold water, fed through tubes, his mind wiped a thousand times over. He knows he wants to be babied but he has no idea how to put it into words and he’s too embarrassed to ever bring it up. That's all he wants. A safe space all just for him.

The mission takes forever, mental and physical exhausting competing against each other to wear the soldier down. He sits at the able after mustering a quick shower; your heart hurts seeing him look so defeated, not touching his food, too tried to even lift the spoon.

“Here, let me feed you” you smiled, taking his plate from him and feeding him little bites of pasta. You notice the way his eyes light up, sitting up a little straighter for you while you carefully make sure not to spill anything. Your thumb wipes away a tiny smidge of sauce from the corner of his mouth and Bucky feels warm and fuzzy on the inside.

“Thank you” he whispered, cheeks tinted pink

“What else do you need, Bub?” You caress his scruffy cheek and you swear you hear him whimper. He's in a headspace he can't quite place his finger on, desperately craving more of your affection. He contemplates keeping his mouth shut and just going to his room, not wanting to push his luck but you touch him so softly and he needs it so badly.

“Cuddles please?” He manages, immediately nuzzling into your side.

"Of course" You take his hand and lead him to your room, leaving the lamp on so Bucky isn't plunged into total darkness. He shuffles at the edge of your bed while you pull back the sheets, tugging him to lay on top of you. He’s physically much larger than you but on the inside he’s so little. He curls him self up into a ball, loving the way you wrap him up, holding him close to your body. His head rests against your chest and for the first time ever, he falls asleep to the sound of your heartbeat without a single nightmare plaguing him.

Bucky managed to keep it between to two of you, those puppy eyes always a sign that he needed his safe space. Around others he'd hold himself together, going through the motions and as soon as he sees you, he simply melts. He only lets his inhibitions' down when there is no on else around.

There are some days where he's so lost in himself, so tired, so drained, he struggles with the most basic tasks. Tears well in his eyes, his head hurting as he tries to comb through his hair, some how making it worse. You hear a sniffle as you pass by his room, gently knocking before entering and seeing his fallen face.

“Mama?” He doesn't always realize when he calls you that but he can't help it. You're the safest person on the planet for him, so soft and pretty and oh so loving.

“What it is, bear” you coo, taking his hand away from tugging with the brush, seeing his frustrations grow. He whimpered at the knot in his hair that hurts to detangle, looking at you with glassy eyes. You lead him to sit down at the edge of his bed while you work through his chestnut lock. He lets out a content sigh when he feels your gentle nimble fingers work through his hair without hurting him. You graze and massage his scalp as you detangle and your small ministrations make it hard for him to keep his eyes open.

“Sleepy” he mumbled, pushing his face into your tummy and hugging you close like his favorite stuffy. He lets out a precious yawn and pulls you to bed to cuddle.

“Go to sleep, bear" You whisper, kissing his forehead, rubbing his back in soothing circles. He nods against your skin before descending into soft snores.

Such a cute beefy baby.

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Request 👉🏼👈🏼 ? Black widow!reader and winter soldier!Bucky! He was her teacher in the red room, where they eventually fell in love and started a secret relationship, until Hydra and Dreykov found out and separated them. Fast forward several years, Bucky’s out of recovery, reunited with Steve, and living a better life when Tony brings in a new team member. And everyone’s excited but Bucky’s on edge and kinda wary until he learns who it is.

It’s his lil widow, the love of his life, his soulmate. the one Hydra and the red room stole from him, the girl he kept dreaming about no matter how many times his handlers tried to wipe his memories. Just complete fluffy, smutty, love sick shit with him being a massive simp for his deadly girl. maybe building a family, getting married, drabbles of him drooling over her skills or her in the widow suit, like oh yea, I taught her that. I can imagine him being so overly protective, constantly holding her close to his chest because she was stolen away from him once, he won’t survive if that happens again.

YESSSSS God this is so cute and smutty and angsty and FLUFFY it makes my chest itch in the best way. Pls ignore what google translate may have botched. Bucky is the cutest, horny, most deadly simp here, so proud of his girl, absolutely yes.

"ne proyavlyay miloserdiya, soldat" [Show no mercy, soldier], Dreykov hissed, letting the soldier enter the red room with a single widow standing before him, not an ounce of fear in her eyes. The soldier grunted, hitting the button that locked the door that kept her from escaping before lunging forward, testing her agility after personally training her himself.

She leapt over him with ease, bracing her hands on his wide shoulders and landing swiftly behind him and swiping her leg under him to knock him to the floor, straddling him immediately after. He grasped her hands in his, rolling over till she was pinned under his large mass with her wrists held together above her head in his metal hand.

"You've learned well kotenok" His voice was husky behind the mask, blue eyes sparkling while she huffed, rolling her eyes.

"Nespravedlivo, kogda ty takoy bol'shoy, soldat" [Not fair when you're so large, soldier]. She gasped feeling him harden on top of her, his rough uniform doing nothing to hide what he was feeling for her, slotted between her thighs.

"Nespravedlivo, kogda ty takoy krasivyy, kotonok" [Not fair when you're so pretty, kitten]. He climbed off her, allowing her to get into position before attacking again, relentlessly throwing punches and blocking them till she nearly collapsed. They retreated to stand at attention at the sound of the doors hissing open, indicating training was over. The soldier grunted a nod as Dreykov walked in, assessing the widow, a sinister smile plastered on his face seeing both of his assets worn but still at their strongest.

He sent them off to their cells, confident that the fear he'd instilled in his captives would be enough to ensure they stayed in line, not realizing his punishments would only go so far.

It wasn't enough to stop the charming young man from Brooklyn who still lived in his most feared asset.

"Did I hurt you baby" The soldier whispered, kissing her bruised knuckles softly after sneaking into her cell, pulling her into his arms.

"You could never" She smiled, melting into his embrace. She never intended on falling in love with the soldier but here she was, feeling his gentle hands wander, leaning up to kiss his soft, pink lips. They were playing a dangerous game but it was to stop now.

He loved her.

She loved him.

-

"Wipe him" The hydra agent ordered while the soldier gripped onto the chair, gritting his teeth while sharp burning spread through his body, frying his brain. The widow dug her nails into her palms, resolve slowly crumbling seeing the love of her life tortured, unable to hold back anymore.

"Stop!" She finally broke, unable to watch any longer, gasping at the sinister smile Dreykov gave her, ordering his men to grab her before increasing the voltage.

"My, my, does it hurt you when we hurt him" Dreykov sneered, turning up the dial, Bucky's screams tearing her apart on the inside.

"Don't-AH-JAMES" A hydra soldier gripped her hair, yanking her back before she could go to him, shackles binding her hands together, dragging her away.

"kotenok" [kitten] The soldier sadly whispered, unheard by her, her kicking and screaming form blurry from his unshed tears. He screamed in pain as another shock ripped through his veins before the world went black.

He never saw her again.

-

Bucky gasped, sucking in a deep breath of air, his chest heaving from the dream he'd just had, sweat covering his chest, dripping from his forehead.

It was the same thing almost every night.

His mind replaying the same thing over and over again; training with her in the red room, the way she felt under him, the way he'd cuddle and make love to her afterwards without a soul knowing. He didn't plan on falling for the woman he had to train to be a killer but he didn't stand a chance the day she'd knocked him down with a knife pressed to his neck seconds later. He could have married her then and there.

He slumped back against his pillow, running a hand over his face, groaning in frustration.

In the several years, he'd slowly managed to get his life back together. He was apart of the team and living at the compound with Steve and the others. He was no longer controlled by trigger words, he had been forgiven by the government, he was starting to recover from all the trauma he'd endured. His nightmares were less frequent, slowly learning to forgive himself for the things he'd been forced to do under Hydras control.

The only thing he never got over was her.

She still lived in his dreams. Still owned his heart. That was his girl and she was torn away by the very people that had taken everything else from him too. No amount of wiping or torture took her away. His handler tried his hardest, shocking him till his nose bled and his veins nearly burnt to bits but her name would fall from his lips as he lay nearly unconscious.

His sweet widow.

Bucky glanced at the faint light starting to stream through the curtains, swinging his legs over the edge of his bed to get up instead of attempting to sleep for 5 more minutes. He threw on a hoodie and some joggers, making his way to the gym to punch his feelings away as usual. He didn't stop till his knuckles split, ignoring the sting, instead thinking about how he'd kiss her soft hands after he'd train her, bandaging them up when no one was looking.

The hot water from the shower did little to ease the tension in his muscles as he made his way to the kitchen next, plopping onto a stool with a cup of coffee. He was just about to try and relax with his coffee until Steve popped his head in with a grin.

"There you are! Tony was looking for you, we're all heading up now!" Bucky frowned in confusion while Steve grabbed his own mug, filling his cup.

"Why are we having a meeting" Bucky questioned, not willing to get up from his seat, his mind still preoccupied.

"He told you he scouted someone to join the team"

"I remember Tony going on about some new member" Bucky mumbled, not in the mood to meet new people, his anxiety only growing further. "That's today?"

Steve nodded, finishing up the last of his coffee while the brunette stayed glued to the stool.

"Buck, you coming?" Steve turned back to see a frowning Bucky, reluctantly trudging behind the captain while the others excitedly also made their way upstairs to the conference area.

"I heard Tony saying the new agent is scary as shit. Apparently he got his ass handed to him when he tried to test her and he was wearing his suit" Sam snorted while Nat smiled with excitement.

"Finally someone worth sparring with" The redhead nudged him while he shook his head.

"I'm serious! She's deadly deadly. I looked over her file, she's killed more people than you and Clint combined and half of those were hand to hand combat"

"What was the other half"

"Sniper. Like Barnes" Sam nodded to Bucky who was still disconnected from the others, his knee bouncing impatiently.

"We're lucky she's on our side" Steve mused, taking a glance of the file that sat on the table. There was no name or picture to go with it but it had a skillset record nearly put his to shame. "Jesus"

"You good?" Sam whispered to Bucky, noticing he was more closed off than usual, getting a tightlipped grimace like smile in return. Steve sat near the front, straightening himself up while the rest quietened down, hearing the sound of Tony speaking to someone as they approached the room. The billionaire opened the door, letting in the new team member first before entering himself with a large smile on his face.

"Everyone, this is-

"Y/n?" Bucky gasped, shoot up from his seat before Tony could finish, the other sharing confused glances between each other, watching the new team member and Bucky freeze.

"Wait, Barnes, you know-

"Malyshka, eto pravda ty?" [Babygirl, is it really you?] Bucky gasped, his heart hammering against his chest, tears already threatening to spill out. "kotenok, skazhi mne, pozhaluysta, chto eto ty" [kitten, please tell me its you]

"Hold up, he can still speak Russian?" Sam hissed to Steve who hadn't moved, mouth gaping, eyes wide.

"James!" You darted across the room to meet Bucky half way, his strong arms catching and lifting you up with ease as your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. "moy soldat. YA zdes', moy malysh" [my soldier. I'm here my babyboy]

"It's really you" He whispered against your hair, breathing in your soft scent, eyes squeezed shut with tears streaming down his face, "My baby" He cradled you tightly, refusing to set you down while you buried your face into the crook of his neck, drowning out the rest of the world. After you were torn apart from him, you had been locked up in an isolated cell, only let out for select missions Dreykov send you on. You wanted to find your soldier, your James, but you never did with Hydra keeping him under their control.

Now you finally had him again.

"Ahem, as I was saying- This is y/n" Tony addressed the rest of the team, just as surprised as the rest of them with all eyes on Bucky especially. "She'll be joining us once Barnes puts her down"

"Never" Bucky finally pulled away, still holding onto you, his nose nudging against yours, "M'never putting her down, never, you hear me babygirl?" He pressed his lips onto yours, shamelessly kissing you hard, ignoring the whistles that filled the room, only pulling away for air. You let out a shy giggle as he set you back on your feet, his hand wrapped around your waist.

"I'd continue to introduce her but I think tinman knows her better" Tony snorted, throwing his hands up before taking a seat, all eyes now watching two of you while Bucky blushed, unable to wipe the smile of his face, cupping your face to press another kiss to your lips.

"This is y/n" Bucky finally let you go, taking you to the front of the conference room, now proudly showing you off to the other, "She was a widow with Hyrda, handpicked by Dreykov" Bucky sucked in a breath before continuing, giving your hand a squeeze "I trained her in the red room myself when I was still the winter soldier. That's when I fell in love with her" The last part was a whisper, not missed by the team with how lovesick Bucky looked.

"I'm sorry, you trained her? Jesus, no wonder she's deadly" Sam shook his head, now understanding why your file was so impressive. You were already gifted when you were picked, coupled with the fact that you were trained and conditioned by the soldier himself.

"She's fuckin' deadly, alright" Bucky's voice was nearly breathless, his baby blues intently gazing into your eyes. "You should see her with a knife"

That's when I fell in love with you.

"So what happened with you two" Nat prodded, looking at you two with heart eyes which was a rare sight but her heart melted at how soft Bucky was, struggling to keep his hands to himself. He constantly nuzzled into your neck, his large form practically swallowing you whole as he clung onto you like a child.

"They found out we were together so they took me from him" You gave her a sad smile, feeling Bucky hug you tighter; you could have sworn you heard him whimper. "I tried to find him for years but I couldn't"

"Hydra tried to wipe my memories but it never worked. Couldn't forget her" Bucky kissed the top of your head, not realizing his bestfriend was trying to subtly wipe his eyes.

"I was going to have everyone introduce themselves but I think these two have some catching up to do so let's move this meeting over" Tony clapped his hands while everyone else nodded in agreement, leaving you and Bucky alone for some privacy.

"I missed you so much, you have no idea, I-I tried to find you but I just- I could barely function, I'm sorry doll-" Your lips cut off Bucky's rambling, cupping his scruffy face firmly in your hands.

"You have nothing to be sorry about baby, it's not your fault"

"I-I know you just got here and-sweets I don't want to rush anything but-" Bucky's hand gripped your waist while he tried to compose himself, he didn't want to pressure you into anything. "I need you closer baby"

"Take me, soldat" You whispered, not giving him any room to second guess as he hauled you up in his arms, taking you straight to his room. Clothes were off in an instant between frantic and desperate kisses. Bucky didn't rush a thing as soon as he had you naked in his bed, pulling the sheets over you both, rolling over to cuddle instead.

"This is all I wanted" He whispered against your shoulder, kissing your skin, "To have my girl with me again"

"I love you Jamie" You kissed his bare chest, hitching your leg over his waist, his hard length pressing against your soaked cunt. He could feel his tip weeping feeling your soft body pressed against his, still looking just as beautiful, if not more now, from when he'd first met you.

"Prettiest widow" He growled, his wandering hands becoming less wholesome as they moved to your hips, pulling you to press against his erection harder. You moaned feeling him starting to hump your pussy while innocently kisses down your neck, smirking at how he was both sweet and sinful at the same time, just as before. "kotenok, ty mne nuzhen" [Kitten, I need you]

You remembered all the times he'd snuck into your cell for a few cuddles, which always ended up with his hand slammed over your mouth while he railed you with his cock.

"You feel how hard I am for you baby? Mmph, this is all for you, doll" He bit his lip, eyes locked with yours, rolling on top of you, slotting his wide body between your legs, still rutting his hips. "Can I make love to you baby, please" He sounded desperate, dropping his forehead to press against yours, hands coming to pin you against the bed.

"M'yours Jamie" You nodded, spreading your legs wider, not bothering with having prep you, needing him inside you more than anything else. You gasped feeling his thick cockhead rub through your folds before he breeched your hole, stretching you.

"Soldat!" You moaned, your back arching off the bed, the name rolling of your tongue as it had so many times before, your nails digging into his shoulders as he buried himself to the hilt.

"Take your soldat's cock, kotenok" Bucky growled, only giving you a second to adjust before he started to move with slow, deep strokes. "Lemme make love to my babygirl, ya tak sil'no tebya lyublyu" [I love you so much]

After Bucky had been rescued, he had no reason to speak Russian, letting the others think it'd been wiped away just like the words that controlled him. Around you, it rolled off his tongue with ease, your pussy dripping each time he whispered in your ear. Your eyes rolled back feeling him hit that spongy spot deep in your pussy, crying out with the powerful, deliberate snaps of his hips.

"M'I making you feel good baby?" He asked, kissing you sweetly, alternating between the sweetheart and heartbreaker he was, looking at you with soft puppy eyes while his cock grew harder watching your face twist with pleasure. His jaw was slack, thrusting with purpose, moving his hips to roll and let you feel every inch of him filling you up, "You look gorgeous with my cock in you angel, wish you could see how pretty you are, so beautiful like this"

"Oh god James! P-please-m'so close-dont-don-t stop" Your moans grew more salacious, unable to say much else, eyes shutting out of pleasure feeling his hand coming down to rub your swollen clit.

"I know baby, I know, you need me to rub this pretty button, Remember the first time I touched you there pretty girl? How badly you wanted to scream, how much you squirted all over me? Remember when we first made love? First time I tasted you? Remember how shy you were when I spread your legs open and nursed off that little button. How you turned into a slutty kitten, riding and humping my face after? Know your needy little clit loves it, m'gonna rub you till you're screaming"

"Buckyyy" You whined, your face feeling hot at the memory, remembering his growls from under you, turning around to find him jerking his cock faster while he licked and sucked your pussy, cum already painting his abs from cumming once, working to a second orgasm. He'd sealed his lips around your clit, stuffing his mask in your mouth to keep you from alerting the guards.

"Baby, c'mon open your eyes, look at me" Bucky nipped your jaw, his cold hand coming to grasp your cheeks, blue eyes staring into your soul as you opened your eyes, "Don't you dare close them baby, keep em' open when I'm fuckin' you, shit, m'gonna cum for you doll"

"B-Bucky!" You cried, struggling to hold off any longer, your juices soaked him as you started to clench and squeeze his cock, tears nearly streaming down your face.

"Scream all you want baby, don't have to hide those pretty moans ever again" He fucked you through your orgasm, his own balls getting tighter with each thrust, precum mixing with your arousal, dripping onto the sheets, "Thats-that-s it baby, m'gonna cum so hard for you, fill you up, you're mine doll, you're fuckin' MINE"

Bucky's hand flew to the headboard, pounding you into the mattress, moaning loudly, letting the wood splinter under his grip as he came, pumping you full of his seed.

"FUCK y/n" He gasped, collapsing on you, panting, burying his face into your breasts as he always did, turning into a needy baby as if he didn't rail your soul. You giggled, tracing your hand down his spine making his shiver, whining when you clenched around his sensitive, soft cock.

"My soldat" You whispered, carding your fingers through his hair, letting him latch onto your nipple, needily sucking for comfort. No matter how big, bad and scary he was, he always melted into a puddle for you, closing his eyes at the feeling of your sweet peaked nipple against his tongue.

"Never letting you go again" He whispered before falling asleep on your chest, arms wrapped tightly around you. "ty moya rodstvennaya dusha, malyshka" [you're my soul mate, babygirl]

"YA by proshel cherez vse eto snova tol'ko radi tebya, malysh" [I'd go through it all again just for you baby boy] you whispered, closing your eyes in the safety of his hold, meaning each of your words. You'd go through everything a thousand times over if it meant you'd have your Bucky back in your arms. Bucky sniffled, curling up with you, spending the rest of the day alternating between speaking sweet words and making you moan and cry over his cock until you couldn't move any longer. For the first time, he slept peacefully, not stirring once.

-

Ever since you'd come back, Bucky had turned into the biggest simp, alternating between acting like a menace and a complete lovesick puppy with no in between. It was worse when you were on the field, almost leading to Tony refusing to let you both go on missions at the same time.

"Oh god" Bucky groaned, seeing you step out in your sleek suit, the dark material clinging to your body, weapons strapped along your hips. You threw him a wink before running off to kick ass, his focus solely on you.

"Jesus Christ" He nearly moaned seeing you land a kick to an attacker before throwing you knife across the room, the blade landing perfectly between your targets eyebrows. "Baby, you're sexy"

"For fucks Sake Barnes, did you forget we can all hear you" Tony's exasperated voice crackled through, this not being the first time the soldier was distracted watching you fight. Sam and Steve snickered through the coms while Bucky shameless shrugged, still biting his lip, watching you move with ease.

"Have you seen my girl, Stark" Bucky sassed back, walking over bodies to grab you by your ass, squeezing it and smashing his lips against yours.

"Are you two fucking kissing?!" Tony sighed, hearing the sound of soft moans and smacking, "I'm putting you on a fucking leash, I'm getting you fixed Barnes"

"My naughty soldat" You giggled, pulling away, nipping your boyfriends pouty lip while he shook his head.

"Gonna be the death of me, pretty girl"

"You're both gonna be the death of all of us" Tony deadpanned, unable to understand how there was a man out there that was more horny and flirty than him. "I'm having Barnes neutered, for fucks sake I can see you drooling from over here"

-

Bucky was even worse watching you display your skills, his workout long forgotten while you sparred with Steve.

"Where the fuck did you learn that" Steve groaned while you giggled, holding your hand out to help him up while Bucky watched from the side with a cocky smirk.

"I taught her that" He threw you a wink, not so subtly adjusting his sweats.

"Of course you did" Steve huffed, surprised to find bruises on his body from where you'd hit him. "Jesus punk" He blushed heavily seeing his bestfriends raging hard on, scrambling away from the gym, knowing exactly what would come next.

The loud moans he heard moments later made him shake his head, happy he got out of there unlike the last time he saw the warning signs of a feral Bucky.

Aside from being more in love with you than ever, Bucky was also equally protective over you. He'd hug you with such care, always holding your head to his chest, his large arms covering you from the rest of the world, constantly fearing that even if he had you now, someone would come and take you away.

When he finally asked you to marry him, he paused several times, blinking through tears while down on one knee, your hand wiping his cheek, saying yes before he could even finish. The compound was transformed with flowers, candles with a small intimate wedding in the garden.

Steve and Sam stood by Bucky's side while Nat walked with you, your sweet soon to be husband biting back tears seeing his dream girl in her dress, the life he'd always imagine finally becoming a reality. When Tony pronounced you husband and wife, Bucky didn't stop kissing you till he nearly passed out, not a single dry eye surrounding you as he whisked you up in his arms.

-

Bucky felt a strong wave of emotion watching you flit around the kitchen, making his way over and wrapping his arms from behind, tucking his face into your neck. You blinked, feeling tears wet your skin, pulling away to find your husband sniffling.

"Baby, what's gotten into you" You cooed with concern, wiping away the tears that collected along his lashes, kissing his reddened nose. "Is everything okay?"

"Just-m'scared to lose you again" Bucky whispered, his hand coming to protectively wrap around your growing belly; you weren't showing much yet but he could still feel the little baby bump. "I can't loose you again angel, I can't go through that again"

"It won't happen Jamie" You wrapped your arms around his shoulders while he picked you up, setting you onto the counter before hiding against your neck again, hugging you tightly. "What's wrong baby, what's gotten you so scared"

"Can't believe I got you back. I got to marry my dream girl. We're starting a family, you're giving me a baby, I-it feels unreal. M'scared I'm gonna wake up and you'll-" He bit his lip, shuddering at the very thought, "You'll be gone"

"Baby boy look at me" You held his face again, making him look at you, "Would you ever let anyone take me from you again?"

Bucky looked horrifying, francially shaking his head, he'd burn the world to ashes before he let that happen.

"Never. Never angel, no one is taking you or our baby from me" He stated firmly while you hummed.

"See? I'll be just fine. I have my soldat" You whispered, melting against his chest. "No one can hurt me when I have my soldat"

Bucky finally relaxed, carrying you off to bed, his metal arm protecting your belly as he pulled the covers over you both. No one would ever take his little widow away again.

[mrs-marc-spector]

Touchy

Bucky Barnes drabble (Fluff)

Word Count: 571

When Bucky is in a relationship, he’s so incredibly touchy. He can’t keep his hands off of you. Your head is laying on his chest? He’s threading his fingers through your hair, lingering at the base of your neck because he knows it makes you shiver. Stood in close proximity to him? He’s curling an arm around your waist to pull you closer, pressing you so tight against his chest that you can nearly feel his heart and how it only beats for you.

Sometimes he wakes in the middle of the night and his thoughts immediately go to you. His sleepy voice mumbles your name as he reaches for you. But he doesn’t have to search very far. Your curled up right beside him, as close as you can possibly be. He can’t see you well, but he doesn’t need to. He knows every inch of your body like second nature. You’re resting on your side, soft breaths falling from your lips as you sleep unaware of he nightmare that woke him. Gently, he’ll roll over and spoon your sleeping frame, burying his face in the warmth of your hair. It tickles his face, but he doesn’t care. Because that’s all it takes to calm the fears of his past that might still haunt him. Watching your shoulders rise and fall in the dim light, you don’t even need to stir to bring him peace.

And It didn’t matter if you were alone or not. When it comes to you, there’s no limit to the amount of affection he is willing to display. If you are all relaxing in the lounge, you could bet that he’ll be draped around your shoulders. His open arms welcome you in to nuzzle at the crook of his neck when you think no one is looking. Bucky didn’t care about the teasing that it earned you, just as long as he got to hold you.

He even takes small risks in meetings, where the two of you have promised to keep your personal and work lives separate. Under the table, his thighs spread wider until he can nudge it against yours. Keeping it there, he doesn’t even need to spare you a glance – even if he really wanted to. He can feel you there sat beside him, and that’s all he needs. Truth be told, it was the only way he could keep his focus on the conversation at hand.

And if you spend any time apart, he grows impatient with need. The longer he goes, the more his heart races in his chest. Foot tapping incessantly, he counts down the minutes until he will see you again. Any room he walks into, you’re the first thing that Bucky searches for. Relief floods his mind when he finally sets eyes on you, even if you haven’t noticed his presence yet. He sneaks up behind you and presses soft kisses to your jaw as he wraps himself around you. Bucky’s large frame cradles yours and all feels right again. A small smile tugs on his lips at the sound of your surprised squeals as you realise what’s going on. When he can’t wait any longer, his hands spin you around so he can see your beautiful face before immediately going back to rest on your waist. Thumb rubbing small circles, it was like a reminder that you were real. You were there. You were his.