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yes. bucky is a soft lover. one of the most gentle people you’ve been with. but he’d be lying if he said he isn’t that messy, rough shit.

bucky could definitely be a pussy slapper. he’d like to see you jump away and squirm under him. cause of course he’s sat between your thighs and holding you in place by a hand on your thigh or hip. and he likes you soaked so he can make a mess. bucky’s messy in bed. he likes to make you fall apart and if that means your cunt is practically drooling onto the sheets below, then so be it.

bucky would just be circling and rubbing your clit but if he doesn’t want you to cum yet then he’s pulling his fingers away and slapping your cunt and telling you “not yet.” “just a little longer.” and he’ll be ignoring your pleas and cries to cum cause he just wants to play with you. and who are you to deny bucky his indulgences? even if the cost of them is your suffering?

and when bucky does finally let you cum, he’s rubbing your clit until overstimulation sets in. then he pulls away and you think for a split second of relief that he’s finally done playing with you. but no. bucky’s bringing his hand back down on you to give your clit little, quick slaps that send your body into overdrive and light every nerve you have on fire. and of course, he’s ignoring your crying and pleading cause “you’re okay. you’re okay.” “you like this. I know you like this.”

if bucky makes you squirt cause his cock keeps rubbing against and bullying that special spot inside you, he’s all “there you go!” “make a mess of me.” “make a mess of my cock, baby!” all the while rubbing and slapping at your clit and soaked cunt in a hurried way so you both make a bigger mess that originally intended.

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My baby boy, My husband, My boyfriend, Love of my life

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Locket

Before the war, Bucky's girl gives him a locket, a reminder of why he should come home. But he never makes it home

Warnings: reader dies

Only little Steve Rogers knew about the locket hidden beneath Bucky Barnes shirt through the war. The oval shaped locket with the floral patterns decorating thr metal.

It wasn't his locket, but the locket she had placed around his neck the second she knew he had enlisted. The locket he had bought for her after asking her to be his girl. She placed the metal oval against his chest and pulled it apart, showing the two pictures inside.

"To remind you why you gotta come home," she whispered and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. Bucky didn't need reminding, but he was going to carry the locket with him everywhere.

Two pictures. One taken with her brother's fancy new camera, of her standing with Bucky. His arms were around her, holding her against him. Even in a black and white photograph, her smile could light up a room. Her legs were crossed at the ankles, one hand on Bucky's arm and the other reaching up to caress his face.

The other was a picture of her, one she stole from her mother. She cut it out of the portrait on her mother's desk as soon as she got an inkling that Bucky was enlisting (he'd been talking about it a lot since the war started; her begging was futile).

"I love you," Bucky whispered, holding both of her hands in his.

"Come back to me, Barnes," she whispered and kissed him again.

Bucky wore the locket beneath his uniform all through the war. Before Steve rescued him and the rest of the Howling Commandos, he was wearing it.

They must have been sick of the way he opened the locket late at night. All he talked about was his girl, the way he was gonna put a ring on her finger the second he got home. He'd sweep her off of her feet and carry her to the bed they would share once they moved in together.

Bucky wasn't wearing it the day fell from the train. He gave it to Steve, for luck, to protect it. Maybe if it had been around his neck, he would have come home from that mission.

If he'd been wearing it, the locket would have fallen into the hands of H.Y.D.R.A. He never would have seen her face again.

***

Bucky never came home. Her heart broke in two, but she never gave up hope. She would see her Bucky again.

Moving on without him was... hard. If it wasn't for the war, they would have been married. A little house somewhere, just the two of them. Well, the two of them and a dog. Until the baby came along.

But now she would never have that.

Her friends' boyfriends all came back from the war, all became their husbands. In no time at all, they were pregnant and so damn happy.

And she was alone.

Many men tried to woo her. They asked her on dates, bought her flowers, but she turned them all down.

They weren't her Bucky, the man keeping her locket safe until he returned.

But Bucky didn't have her locket.

Steve didn't open it before he went into the ice. He was just keeping it safe until he could return it to her.

But Steve never got the chance to return it to her. Just like Bucky, he didn’t return from the war. Not in her lifetime.

Eventually, she did get married. This man wasn’t the love of her life, but she did find herself loving him. He wasn’t her Bucky, but it wasn’t impossible to love him. He was a kind man, a good man. The man she started a family with, the man she grew old with.

She passed, married to him, buried beside him, but she never stopped thinking about her Bucky.

When Steve came out of the ice, he still had the locket on him. He could still make out the people in the pictures, his best friend and his best friend's girl.

Bucky. Not Sergeant Barnes. It was the only picture he had of his friend, not the soldier. It would have been so easy to find pictures of Sergeant James Barnes in modern times, but not Bucky. It was the one thing he had of his.

So, Steve kept it safe. Just like the rest of the world, he believed Bucky Barnes to be dead.

The Winter Soldier wasn’t Bucky Barnes. The Winter Soldier was a killing machine. Bucky was in there, and Steve was going to be the one to bring him back.

The locket was heavy in Steve's pocket while the psychiatrist spoke to Bucky. He was going to give it back, as soon as Bucky was back. The winter soldier would destroy the locket, crush it between his metal fingers, but Bucky would treasure it.

But then, everything went to shit. The psychiatrist wasn’t a psychiatrist and The Winter Soldier was back. He attacked everybody in his path. Earth's mightiest heroes (well, most of earth's mightiest heroes) beaten by just one man.

But Steve knew Bucky was still in there. He dragged him out of the water, hiding him with the help of Sam.

It was hard to tell at first, whether Bucky was back or if it was a winter soldier mind game. But the things he said, the personal information he knew, it wasn’t something he could read in the Smithsonean. It was Bucky, his old friend, his best friend.

Metal arm still trapped, Bucky watched as Steve pulled the locket from his pocket. His breath caught in his throat when he saw it, sitting in Steve's palm.

He whispered her name, damn near choking up. Bucky reached out and took the locket from Steve. He moved his thumb over the metal felt the engraved flowers. She’d eyed the locket in a shop window while Bucky walked her home. He’d gone back in to buy it the second he’d left her at her front door.

It had brought him luck all through the war, luck he hadn’t known since. She was in there, immortalised how Bucky knew her.

“She lived a long life, Buck,” Steve said as Bucky opened the locket.

Her pretty face, her pretty smile, her pretty eyes staring back at him. Bucky sucked in a breath as he moved his thumb over the picture, as if his touch would translate to her. As if she would feel him trying to reach out to her again.

“I visited her before she died,” Steve continued and Bucky snapped his eyes up to him. It wasn’t a surprise that she had passed on, but it still hurt to hear. “She spoke about you, Buck. I don’t think she ever stopped thinking about you.”

Bucky looked at the picture of the both of them. He still remembered how it felt to hold her, how it felt to have her pressed against him. Any opportunity, they were pressed together. While her mother was at her friend houses, playing bridge with her friends, she was on his lap, kissing his skin. Leaving marks where they could be hidden. Any time they found themselves alone, whether pressed against the side of a building or a tree, Bucky caged her in and kissed her.

And now, he’d never feel her touch again.

The locket closed and he slipped it into his pocket. When this shit was over, he was going to visit her grave. When this shit was over, he was going to see her again.