#Imagine Bucky Barnes

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Imagine Bucky getting jealous on a mission…

“They know what they’re doing, Buck.” Sam reminded with a small shoulder pat. The Falcon began to scope around for the cleanest escape route to avoid the guards.

Bucky, however, looked over his shoulder. His jaw clenching when he saw you across the bar messily making out with the suspect. He saw you slip your hand into the suspects jacket for a keycard.

It was the mission objective. It should have been enough to sate the envious beast. But it wasn’t.

The sight of your mouth on another’s proved to be too much and the Winter Soldier flinched away. His stomach began to churn as his mind began to overanalyse the interaction.

Sam had turned to tell his partner about a possible strategy but the words were discarded when he recognised the taut shoulders. Sam’s eyes flit over to you where he saw the course of action you took for the case.

“Man, this has to stop.” Sam sighed, taking up his drink from the counter. “If you love them this much - you need to say something.”

Bucky frowned, staring at his untouched drink. “I never said I...”

“You didn’t have to.” Sam’s brow was quirked knowingly before he turned back around to the scene. “We’ve got an exit plan. When we’re back on the plane, you’ve got a few hours to clear the air otherwise you’ll be more green than the Hulk.”

~ More imagines here ~

[theartofimagining13]

Imagine:

Bucky being one of the most dangerous hitmen out there and going face to face with John Wick while you’re involved in a love triangle with both men.

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

The Key to Your Heart (Part 09 of 18)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader | The Winter Soldier X Reader

Chapter word count: 2.2 K

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Summary: Joining the Avengers wasn't on your plans. Not until Steve asked you to help his best friend. Bucky was Bucky, but the Winter Soldier still came from time ti time, bringing with him chaos and destruction. And you was supposed to keep that side of him away... But what happens when both Bucky and the Winter Soldier start to enjoy your company more than anyone else? Should you turn your back on the Soldier, ignore his own fears and traumas? That's exactly what everyone wants. But you were never known for following orders...

A/N: Special thanks to my wonderful friend @multific for all her help through this story. I love you, girl!!

Dance With Me

With your heart beating fast, you move, running to stand between both men. Steve is ready to fight, and so is Bucky. Well, the Soldier. But when you turn to face him, he stops. “Hey!” You exclaim, both hands on his chest. “Hi, there, Soldier.” With a nervous smile, you give Steve a glance, your eyes telling him to stay away, ignoring when his eyes tell you the same. When you turn your attention back to the Soldier, you touch his cheek. “Do you remember me?”

His stare, the same as Bucky's, but yet distinct enough that you can tell the difference, find your eyes. He takes a deep breath, and you feel it when he relaxes, the tension on his muscles dissipating. “I do.” He simply says, the metal arm taking your hand. Your eyes follow the movement, and for a second you wonder if he'll hurt you. But he doesn't. The Soldier simply lays his hand on top of yours, the one you have on his jaw.

That makes you smile, genuinely this time, a soft gasp leaving your lips. “I've been waiting for you.”

“Were you?”

“Mhmm.” Nodding you take his metal hand, pulling him back to the hall. “Why don't you wait in my room? I'll get us breakfast and we can watch something.” When you reach your bedroom, you open the door, gesturing inside. “Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back.”

He stares at you for a while before going inside. Taking a deep breath, you pull the door close and start to make the way back to the stairs. Steve is right where you left him, hands on his hips, looking worried.

“I thought we did it. I thought he was gone.”

“But he's not.” You say, jumping through the steps and making your way to the kitchen, being closely followed by your brother.

“What are you going to do?”

“Make him breakfast.”

“What?”

“Yeah.” Moving through the kitchen, you start doing your stuff, choosing something fast but delicious. Steve stands there, and you can feel his stare on your back. “Spill it, Stevie. I can hear the gears moving.”

“What do you even want me to say? The Winter Soldier is in your bedroom and you're fine with it. Making him food as if he's not a murderer.” He comes to stand next to you, giving a step back when you stretch out your arm to get a bowl from the cabinet.

“Don't make me repeat everything I said last time, Steve.” Sighing, you set everything on a trail, picking it up and looking at your brother. “I helped, didn't I? He's not attacking people or running away. And Bucky feels calmer, more... At peace.”

Steve sighs, nodding slightly. “Just... Anything happens, you call me. I'll be in my room so I'll if anything happens, I'll hear it.”

“Alright.” Tiptoeing, you put the trail to the side to place a kiss on his cheek before moving back to the bedroom.

On your way there, you start feeling nervous. But not because the Winter Soldier is waiting, but for a different reason... Some part of you missed him. And you don't know how that's even possible. Bucky was here all this time, closer and closer to you every day, but there's this other side of him, that you haven't seen ever since he found you in your apartment and stayed a couple of days. And you're happy that he came back and even happier that he remembers you. That he's not hurting anyone.

When you get to your room, you lightly kick the door. “Hey, Soldier. Can you open up for me?” You ask since both your hands are busy with the trail. It doesn't take much until the door is pulled open, and you can't help but smile to see the man. “I brought us scrambled eggs with bacon and spinach, fruits salad, and orange juice and I made myself lemongrass tea. There was only one left but we can share.” Going to the bed, you set the trail on it, glad you made the bed before going out.

When you sit down, bending one leg under yourself and resting your back against the pillows, you look at him. He's still standing by the door, which he already closed. With another smile, you don't say anything, you just stand back up, walk over him, and take his hand. “C'mon. Let's eat.” Pulling him to the bed, you only settle down again when he does, passing him the plate with the scrambled eggs. You eat some before taking your phone and looking for something to put on.

“You were stunning yesterday.” The Soldier says, and you look up from your phone, staring into his eyes, already set on you.

“Yesterday?”

“Yes. You went out with him, didn't you?”

Blushing, you nod, focusing on the phone again. “Yeah. Bucky and I went to a restaurant. It had a 40s night.” Looking through the movies, you search for something... Harmless? With no violence or anything that might make him feel uncomfortable. So you decide on a Disney movie and start casting Beauty and the Beast on the TV. “We had a nice time. When... When did you come?”

“I was on the way to the room. Looked back and saw you on that red dress.” His eyes linger on yours, and the scrambled eggs are forgotten.

“...Why didn't you tell me?” The Soldier puts the plate on the nightstand, and you do the same on the one on your side of the bed.

“You looked tired so I decided to let you rest.” He gets more comfortable, sinking more into the many pillows you have against the bed rest. “You said you'd be waiting for me. So I waited for you.”

His words make you sigh, blush, and feel your skin tingling and burning. Biting your lip, you glance at the TV. “Thank you, Soldier.” Smiling you lay the train on the nightstand as well, giving him the small bowl and taking yours... And you move closer to him, your arm touching his.

“What is that?”

“Huh?” You mutter, looking at him as he jerks his chin towards the TV. “It's a Disney classic. But you'll have to watch it, I won't give any spoilers.” Chuckling at his scoff, you focus on your salad. “It's my favorite Disney princess.”

“Let's watch it then.”

The Soldier seems rather interested in the movie. He makes some questions, but other than that, he's paying attention. It feels weird to think that everyone out there is probably on high alert to anything happening in this room. Steve is scared half to death about you being in here all alone with the Winter Soldier. But you feel comfortable, just as you feel around Bucky.

Then, your favorite song starts playing as the couple on screen start dancing. And you can't help yourself, you start singing. “Tale as old as time... True as it can be. Barely even friends, then somebody bends, unexpectedly.” Low at first, until you get more confident. And when Soldier gives you a look, you decide to make a little show, just to try and make him smile. Raising your voice, you stand on your knees, turning your body towards him. “Ever just the same. Ever a surprise. Ever as before, ever just as sure as the sun will rise.” You can't help but giggle at his confused expression, dropping to sit down on your legs again. “What?”

“You know every song.”

“That I do.” Smiling, you move to your previous place, but a little closer to him this time. “This movie is amazing. Everyone thinks the Beast is a monster, heartless, soulless... But the truth is that he was scared. And with love, he changed. So he wasn't the Beast he became and not the jerk he was before the curse.” When the song ends, you find yourself laying your head on his shoulder. “This movie taught me people can change. With help, and the right person... And with love, most of all. Love is powerful, Soldier. More powerful than all the superheroes inside this building. More powerful than anything.”

“Do you really believe it?”

“With all my heart.” You mutter, because you do. Everything came out suddenly, out of control. The words were alive, they just flew out of your mouth.

When the movie ends, you quickly put another one. Cinderella this time and the same happens. The first song starts and there you go.

“A dream is a wish your heart makes when you're fast asleep. In dreams, you will lose your heartaches... Whatever you wish for, you keep.” This time, you sing with a bright smile on, looking at the Soldier, whose eyes were already set on you. “What now?”

“I like when you sing.” He simply says, as if it didn't make you hear start beating like it's trying to jump off your chest.

“Thanks.” You mutter in a low voice, blushing cheeks and an idea popping in your head. “You know what?” Quickly, you rewind the movie before pushing the Soldier off the bed.

“Something wrong?”

“No.” When the music starts again, you're standing face to face. “Bucky and I danced yesterday. So I think we should dance as well.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah.” You take his hands and place them on your hips. “Do you know how to dance, Soldier?” Smiling and wrapping your arms around his neck, you get your answer when he starts moving, from side to side. “Oh, you do.”

Without saying anything, both his hands move to your back, pulling you close, making you collapse against his chest. Blushing, you touch his cheek, fingers caressing his jawline, his beard tickling your fingertips. “Why aren't you scared of me like everyone else? Since the first time I saw you, in the kitchen... You should've run. Or fight back. Why would you let me kill you?”

“Because I knew you wouldn't.”

“How?”

“I just did.” Taking a deep breath, you tiptoe, arms around his neck once more to allow you to move closer until your foreheads are touching. It feels natural, as it did yesterday. And despite the now-familiar butterflies giving you a hard time, you stay there, way too close to the man everyone here is scared to death of. “And here we are now. Dancing to... Well, we were dancing to a Cinderella song. Now we're dancing to our own, particular song.”

“Don't leave me, (Y/N).” He whispers, and it makes you furrow your eyebrows. But you don't ask, you want to hear whatever he wants to say to you. “Every time I'm awake it's a constant nightmare. Hell. Agony... You're the only light I see. If you're gone, I'll go back to that place and I–”

“I won't. I'm here to stay, and I told you the first day, I'll always be here. And if I'm not, just call me. Tell anyone you want me and they'll let me know and I'll come, I promise, Soldier.” Cupping his face with both hands, you smile to feel his grip on you, firm, strong, but not enough to hurt you. Just enough to hold you, as if you're the only thing keeping him sane. “I'm here for you and Bucky. For both of you, always.”

Then, he hugs you. You were pretty close already, but it feels different. The way Soldier holds you against him, both arms around you, and it's the most secure place you could ever be. This is how the Winter Soldier makes you feel: completely, utterly safe.

You're about to say something when a low beep takes your attention. You don't pull away, not until his grip gets a little loose, letting you step back. That's when you look around for the source, and you find the small rectangle next to your door shining with F.R.I.D.A.Y's usual dark red circle. He wasn't here before, since he leaves you alone unless you need something. So that's how you know someone sent him to spy on you. Probably Steve.

“Wanna break something for me?” You ask the Soldier with an eyebrow raised, chuckling at his confused expression. Taking his hand, you pull him to F.R.I.D.A.Y's screen. “My dearest A.I., tell Stevie I'm completely well, will you?”

“Right away, Miss (Y/N).” It immediately answers.

“Now, Soldier. Break it.” Shrugging your shoulders, you step back in a rush of adrenaline when he craves his metal hand into the screen and the wall, clenching his fist and completely destroying the screen. And the wall. All that without looking away from you. And you can't help but smile. “Thank you.”

“Anything you ask, angel.”

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[lettalady]

Word prompt: birthday

oooh another for the Word Prompt Challenge! [ Send me a word (or phrase) and I'll write a story ]

Let's see what stirs. We've seen an Unsettled birthday, as well as something from the world of bodyguard!Tom. Hmm what other birthdays have we seen? Oh yes, we got to see our girl's birthday in YOJA (C37/38). There's not one but two very eventful birthdays that happen in Kept but I've not yet started posting that story from the Art of Villainy world so...

Why did LJH just kick me in the shins?

You round the countertop to see if changing the angle of approach will make any bit of difference. It doesn’t. Frustration fires out of you as you route back to the original starting point and carry on trying to light the many many many candles you’ve stuck into the top of the cake. 

“Ow. Ow. Oh!” You curse as the heat from some of the ones you’re having to reach over kisses the underside of your forearm. Adjusting your reach only helps so much. You’re on a time constraint – some of Heida’s relatives have relayed the alert that they’ve seen Bucky on the approach. 

Nobody to blame here but yourself, admittedly, in choosing individual candles rather than simply picking out the three otherwise needed to indicate age. One – hundred – and – eight. 

Perhaps you should have practiced this rushed moment. You didn’t anticipate how long it would take to light them all. 

Only two thirds of the way through, Bucky’s key turns the door’s lock. 

Caught. “Um… Happy birthday?!” Red handed with a match burning quickly towards your fingertips, you pause to watch his reaction to finding a cake with candles partially aflame. 

Bucky’s initial wide-eyed surprise bleeds into amusement, that bright smile that melts you every time it lands surfacing as he laughs, “You trying to set the building on fire? Guess I got home just in time.” 

The first of the candles you’d lit are burning all too quickly for you to get the whole cake alight on your own. Even as he moves further into the apartment, heading towards your position in the kitchen, you drop the depleted match and pick up another to light off one of the burning candles, “Hang on, hang on. Wait wait. Let me light them before you make a wish.” 

“Yes ma’am.” His laughter is infectious – and he doesn’t stand around waiting. He plucks one of the unlit candles from the top of the cake and starts helping with the process. 

As soon as the cake is fully alight, the first of the candles nearly drips of wax, he leans to blow and extinguish the lot. No songs for Bucky, then. Or perhaps he’s heard too many renditions today to care for another. 

He also doesn’t seem intent on cutting and trying any of the cake. “Now that the fire’s out….” 

He muffles any response you might have to his teasing by scooping you to him to receive a proper welcome home. Yes. Very good thing that the candles are no longer burning rapidly towards the icing atop the cake. You don’t want cake either after he’s through kissing you. 

“Gift time.” 

Your brain is buzzing, whole body alight with desires that have little to do with watching him unwrap anything and everything to do with climbing him and seeing where he’ll land the pair of you. But he’s walking over to the sofa and pushing it forward, reaching behind it to hand you a box. “Wh– Bucky. You do remember that it’s your birthday.” 

Those blue eyes burn bright as he hands over the small package, “I know it. Open the box.” 

A peek under the lid illuminates his intentions. He’s got one present he means to unwrap on his birthday: you, wrapped in red lingerie. The silk ribbon tied into a bow across the chest. Crotchless panties. Ah. A gift for you that is actually a gift for him. “Mm. To try on now? Forget the cake?” 

“Yup. Forget the cake. Till later. Might want to lick icing from my girl at some point tonight, too.”

[themadhalewrites]

Speed Date

Fandom: Marvel

Characters: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers

Word Count: 359

It all started when Bucky had accidentally walked into a gay speed dating event. He was meant to be meeting up with the Avengers crew at what he thought was this establishment. As he went to check his phone for any messages that Steve may have sent him, a host came over to him.

“Oh you're right on time,” the nicely dressed male came over to him, handing him a number, “If you could please go sit at table 9 for the first of the speed dates.”

Bucky had been too confused to argue and went to sit at the table that the host had asked him to sit at. As Bucky began to look around, the first of his ‘dates’ sat down. 

Date after date he had seemed rather boring and in his head he was keeping count, 4 lawyers and a very odd acting librarian.

Next guy that came over seemed to be easy on the eyes but when he opened his mouth and began talking Bucky was just horrified at what was coming out, this guy had no respect for anyone but himself and had views that rival those of HYDRA back in the day. 

The next one was really sweet and shy to the point that Bucky was straining to hear the guy speak but they hit it off talking about everything they had in common. They spent most of the time talking about heroes and if they could have any of the Avengers who would it be. 

Bucky’s last date was the one that made him realise it was a set up, Steve himself sat down in front of Bucky smiling.

“Couldn’t have just asked me out could you?” Bucky let out.

“Where would the fun in that be? Plus I got to hear all about how great I am from your mouth to the last guy you had.” Steve said laughing slightly. 

“The last guy wanted to end up in bed with Tony.” Bucky shook his head, “I still cant get over the fact you tricked me into coming to this event when you know perfectly well what is at home.”

“Yeah, Alpine”

[one-shot-plus-size]

Dispersion - One shot series inspired by gifs

Imagine : Olivia provides entertainment for her fiancé Sebastian before the interview.

Paring: Sebastian Stan and Olivia Mazru

Word : 855

One shot

Olivia sat on the couch in Sebastian's dressing room and watched as he put on his suit. She smiled to herself when he once again cursed under his breath while trying to tie his tie, he had always been hopeless at it. Liv put her foot down and waited for her fiancé to give up and turn to her for help, which was to happen in the near future. Sebastian stared at his reflection in the mirror and muttered discontentedly to the delight of his fiancée. He raised his head and looked at her in the mirror, snorted at her wide smile. Liv reached out to him and moved her fingers invitingly. Sebastian turned away defeated by his usual tie and approached her. He fell between her knees, Liv took in his beautifully styled hair and kissed him gently on the forehead.

- The tie defeated you darling ? - she smiled stroking his cheek. 

- I hate them - he muttered under his breath - will you tie it for me ?

Sebastian sent her the most puppy dog eyes he could do. 

- You don't have to ask honey - she grabbed his tie between her fingers and tied it just below his neck. 

She tightened the knot under his neck, adjusted his shirt and pulled him close by the material. Sebastian rose slightly and hovered over her, resting his hands on the back of the couch. 

- What would my kitty want ? - he purred right next to her lips. 

- Maybe some kind of thanks for his help ? - she raised her eyebrows.

The man smiled gently and kissed his fiancée as a thank you for his help with the tie. Liv moved her hand from his tie, to the nape of his neck pulling him tighter to her. Her hand slid into his perfectly coiffed hair, Sebastian groaned when she pulled at it. He pulled away from her lips and kissed his nose. 

- You ruined my perfect hairstyle,- he smiled at her. 

- And I'm not at all sorry about that," Liv smiled broadly. 

She moved her hands to his vest and undid a few buttons all the while smiling innocently. The man lowered his head and watched her hands shaking his head with disapproval. 

- I have a show coming up in a little while,- he muttered.

- You still have twenty minutes to start,-  Liv moved her lips to his neck and then his ear, - I'll help you relax.

  Sebastian glanced at his watch, smiled gently and kissed his fiancée. He could use a break from the interview and a moment to relax, his hands slipped under the woman's shirt and rested on her breasts. Their size suited his hand perfectly, fitting perfectly in his palm. Just as he was about to slide her blouse off her body a furious knocking sounded at his door. 

- Fuck, I forgot,- Sebastian growled and pulled away from his fiancée and walked to the door.

He swung it open and peeked through it then turned his head to Liv who was giggling while sitting on the couch. 

- Stop,- he shouted to her and walked out the door, closing it behind him. 

Olivia sat on the couch and stared at the door laughing all the while under her breath, imagining how awkward Sebastian must look now trying to keep calm and not show that he was excited. Liv knew very well that Sebastian would take revenge on her for this but she was ready for it. Sebastian returned to the room after a few minutes and immediately threw himself at his woman. Olivia laughed out loud at her man's efforts, he wanted to get into her body as soon as possible. 

- Are you that desperate ? - she moaned when he pulled down her panties.

- No. - he growled, - I had to explain through you why I look like this. 

He unzipped his pants, pulled out his penis and slid into her pussy. He immediately imposed a brutal bluntness, Liv knew he wasn't doing it out of anger or disappointment, she drove her nails into his back and moaned. The man leaned into her and kissed her passionately, all the while bumping his hips against her.

- No matter how many times I'm in that pussy she always squeezes me so fucking well - he sucked the skin on her neck - it always fits me so well.

Liv momentarily lost her clear train of thought as Sebastian pounded into her like this. He had a mission and Liv knew it, she lifted his hand that was squeezing her waist and slipped his fingers into her mouth. She knew what he liked and how he reacted to it all. 

- Such a good girl for me, always so good,- he growled. 

He could feel the orgasm building up in his woman because she was squeezing him impossibly hard, and he was already on the edge. He pounded into her all the way and came with a moan hiding his face in her neck, Liv followed right behind him squeezing him tightly. Sebastian took a moment to recover, kissed Liv and smiled softly. 

- We will repeat this at home.

[once-upon-a-fanfic]

What if...

Starting in October, Bucky insisted on classic monster movie marathons?

[rissararity]

Okay this but it's Steve/Bucky catching your beloved dog who never liked any of the men you dated until him.

[thatboisus]

me logging onto tumblr after consuming a new piece of media

[buckyalpine]

40s Sergeant Barnes with a nurse and a Sergeant kink (and breeding and house wife kink, virginity loss). This was supposed to be a pure smutty drabble but then I got in my feelings and added some fluff and angst but I promise Bucky is still a dirty, nasty little fuck in this. Just with a sweeter ending. The one he deserves.

Listen just imagine what a cute, sexy menace Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes would be just waking up from an injury when his eyes flutter open to the pretty nurse he’s been eyeing from the day he started. You’re not a shy, dainty little thing, nope. Not at all.

You bark out orders like a drill Sergeant and one glare from you is all it takes to get everyone in line and on task without a second thought. Even his superiors are scared of you, biting their tongue when you stitch them up and send them on their way before running off to your next patient.

Bucky was in love.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes” he rasps, throwing you a charming smirk while you roll your eyes in response, shaking your head. "How'd I get so lucky, got a my little angel tendin' to me"

“I see your injury hasn’t stopped hurt that mouth of yours Sergeant" You quirk an eyebrow while he playfully huffs as you change the dressing covering a gash on his abdomen. You swab the area clean and he doesn't flinch even though you know it must burn like hell, his muscles tensed while he continues to watch you with heart eyes. "Now you know I'm not your little angel, I got 20 other men to fix up, you better be out of this bed as soon as you're all healed up"

“C’mon sugar, you're breakin' my heart" Bucky gives you a little pout with those perfect lips and you catch the twinkle in his eye as he looks over your form with complete admiration. He loved your sassy, take no shit attitude and it's taking everything in him to calm himself down so he doesn't get a hard on right there in front of you.

"You'd tell that to a cat with three legs if it was in a nurses outfit" You try your best to not give into his flirty comments and puppy eyes, knowing damn well he's a heart breaker but he makes it so difficult when he continues to woo you with his boyish charm.

He can't help but chase after you; catching the way your eyes always dart around with anxiety when his group returns from an operation, relief flooding them when you finally spot him. He loves your indifferent attitude, patting him down to make sure he's uninjured but your furrowed brows and the tiny pout on your lips give away that you're worried.

How can he just let you go. Every time you check over him, he needs you closer.

So much closer.

-

"Ms. y/l/n, Sergeant Barnes is requesting you in his tent, he says it's urgent"

You shake your head looking over at the time, quietly making your way over to the tent he's stationed at, thankful that a number of troops were sleeping so you wouldn't be seen as you quickly slip inside.

“And what hurts now” you sass with your hands on your hips seeing the soldier in perfect health, doing your best to assess him without letting him know.

"Always checkin' over me" Bucky chuckles, seeing what you're doing; his words making your cheeks heat up, "Knew you cared about me sugar"

"Well what am I doin' here" You give him an unconvincing huff, struggling to keep your voice steady, refusing to meet his eyes, keeping your gaze on his silver dog tags instead. It doesn't help that he's handsome as hell with a light dusting of scruff covering his cheeks. Bucky's never seen you flustered before and it evokes something in him, all the blood in his body rushing south seeing your fingers twitch.

All he wanted to do was kiss you but now-

“Help your Sergeant out doll” He whispers, taking another step forward till his chest brushes against yours, his hand coming to tilt your chin up, "Will you?"

You gasp feeling his hardness press against your thigh, your heart fluttering wildly as his thumb traces your lips, any semblance of control you had slipping away feeling the warmth of his skin.

“Y-yes Sergeant Barnes”

His lips press against yours, soft and sweet, a stark contrast to the way his body was screaming for him to pick you up and toss you onto his cot.

"Sweet like sugar" He lets his hands fall to your waist, pulling you flush against his body while your arms drape on top of his shoulders. You stand on your toes chasing more of his lips and he chuckles at the needy whine you let out when he pulls away for air.

Now let's say your first night together was actually quite tame. He kisses you again and you swoon when he repeatedly checks in with you before going any further. His hand slips under your skirt, letting his fingers toy with places no on else has touched. With each night, he needs you more and more until he can't hold off any longer and neither can you.

-

You sneak into his tent and this time he doesn't hesitate to undress you completely, not when he needs you bare with nothing separating you both. You feel your heart race as he lies on top of you, draping a thin sheet over himself when you shiver at the chill night air. You feel his body heat instantly warm you up, his heavy cock resting between your soaked folds.

"Are you sure, sugar?" He asks, his hand cupping your cheek and stroking your skin.

"Please Sergeant" You whisper and the way you say his title makes his cock twitch. There's something so different about you when you're in his bed, a sweet little bunny giving herself to him completely. It drives him feral with a need to make you feel good, make you cry for his cock and his cock only, to keep you nice and full of him.

You don't look twice at anyone else and here you are completely naked in his tent with your tight little virgin cunt, your legs spread open so he can put his dick in you; there was no way he was ever going to let you go.

"You tell me if it's too much, alright?" His lips tickle your neck as kisses your skin while rubbing his heavy cock through your folds, coating it in your slick, "Breathe for me"

He slips his tags into your mouth as he starts to press in, the initial sting making you bite down hard onto the metal feeling a mix of pleasure and pain. You whine at the way he stretches you open, your thighs squeezing around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders.

"Shhh, that's it love, doin' so good for me so good for your Sergeant, look how you're takin' all of me baby" He looks down to where you're both connected as he continues to slowly push himself in till hes fully sheathed inside you. He gives you time to adjust, slipping his tags out of your lips and letting his tongue lace with yours instead, his balls already throbbing with how tightly you were squeezing his cock.

"Please-Sergeant" your heels press into his ass desperate for him to move, gasping when he starts to slowly roll his hips, barely pulling out.

"I got you love-don't worry" Bucky moves as slowly as he could not wanting to hurt you, taking just as much care of you as you had with him countless of times.

But he can only keep up at that pace for so long. Your muffled whines and moans don't help the way his mind is already spiraling. His pretty little nurse all spread out just for him, taking his raw, bare cock in her soaking pussy, squeezing him so tight, he was only a few strokes from cumming.

If it were up to him he would've proposed on the spot, thinking about making love to you on your wedding night, seeing you all shy and sweet wrapped up in soft white lace. If you were his wife, he'd take you apart every which way, not giving a fuck about traditions, taking you right on the dining room table.

You'd be the prettiest little thing for him to come home to, such a good wife all dirty just for her husband. Only he'd know the way your mouth would slobber all over his cock like your life depended on it. The way you'd moan at the taste of his cum. Bucky's eyes rolled back at the thought of you with nothing but some heels and a string of pearls he'd put around your neck while he stuffed you with cum and emptied his balls in you.

"S-Sergeant-I-oh god" You whimpered feeling his cock grow harder, your pussy pulling him right back in, feeling the coil low in your belly pull tighter and tighter as he hit that spot.

Meanwhile Bucky's jaw clenched as he felt his balls pull tight to his body, the tip leaking steadily in your pussy. His mind spiraled into places he didn't think would exist before he met you, rogue thoughts he only entertained when he had his dick in his hand. The harder he fucked you the more he thought about how gorgeous you'd look with a swollen belly.

Fuck, imagine if he got you pregnant right then and there. That nurses uniform would no longer fit you. Everyone would know he knocked you up, your perfectly round tummy carrying Sergeant James Barnes' baby, breasts heavy with milk, God, he wasn't going to last-

“Gonna let your Sergeant pump you full of cum?” He pants, letting his hands grip onto your hips like his life depends on it, the wiry hair at the base of his cock rubbing against your clit.

“Yes!!” You sob, biting down onto his shoulder to keep your cries down while he continues to fuck you into oblivion. You don't understand how such filth can spew from that pink, pouty little mouth of his. "Please-please-need-youI-I'm gonna-"

"M'yours sweet girl, m'all yours, go on, cum for me love, cum on my cock, it's all yours" He gazed into your eyes, cooing at your parted lips and sweat slicked skin. It didn't take long for you to shatter around him his lips smashing against yours to swallow your moans.

"Want your cum Sergeant" You beg , desperate to have him claim you from the inside.

"Oh fuck baby, y-you can't say that, m-gonna, oh fuckkk" Your words throw Bucky right off the edge as he lets out a deep groan stilling his hips and shooting endless ropes of his spend into you. You both lay in comfortable silence, your fingers playing with his hair; his usual kempt brown locks now disheveled .

“Y’know m’gonna marry you” his scruffy cheek nuzzles into your neck as he continues to stay deep inside you as his cock softens, “after all this is over. Gonna put a ring on that finger”

His words send a different wave of emotions over you, feeling more safe than ever, clinging onto him as tightly as possible. You let a whimper slip out and he pulls away from your neck with an expression of concern.

“What is it love” Bucky coos, wiping away the tears that slip you, stroking your cheek while you bite back a sniffle.

“Do you mean it? After this is all over?” You weren't sure what Bucky would want-there was still a war going on. Anything could happen. Perhaps this was just to keep his bed warm. Something to keep him calm, you were just someone to-

"Of course sugar" Bucky presses a firm kiss to your forehead, silencing the thoughts that tried to run wild. "You're mine"

-

And of course he gets his happy ending. Because when it's all over, he gets the ring for the girl he loves. He's on one knee, proposing to you with the sweetest words. He treats you like a princess on your wedding night, making love all night long until the sun is up.

There isn't a surface in the house he's left untouched. Nothing makes him more feral than moaning for his pretty wife, constantly taking her hand and wrapping it around his cock, watching that diamond glint with each stroke.

It doesn't take long for you to feel a little squeamish, knowing all the tell tale signs.

The day you tell him he's going to be a dad is one of the happiest days of his life. There isn't a single night that goes by where he isn't nuzzling his face into your tummy, talking to your little one.

Everything was perfecttt.

[natti-ice]

being completely obsessed with him stretching you out

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he’s always been very well endowed, when you first started hooking up you realized he’s much bigger than anyone you’ve ever been with before- at first it was intimidating, until you found out how much you love being filled up by him. He gently runs his tip up and down your slit, making you whimper as it gently grazes your clit, he lets out a pleased hum as he watches your reaction. “Easy baby, I’ll be gentle I promise- stay still for me” you try so hard to ground yourself, gripping onto the bed sheets as you anticipate his entry, you could feel your arousal dripping down to your ass. He lines himself up with your entrance and slowly slips the tip in, immediately his girth starts to stretch you, you always gasp softly no matter how many times you’ve done this it still feels like the first.

A deep groan rumbles through his chest “shit, you’re so fucking wet for me sweetheart.” your eyes shut as the pleasure washes over you, he slowly pumps into you adding a little bit more of his length with each stroke until he’s all the way in. You can feel every detail of his cock against your walls, you’ve never known such bliss before- you didn’t even want to cum, you wanted to stay in this moment forever.

[theartofimagining13]

Imagine:

Wanda’s always been overprotective when it comes to you, so she always insists on being paired up with you during missions. The one time you go alone with Bucky, you end up severely injured and Wanda loses it. She doesn’t even try talking to Bucky and simply attacks him on sight. Bucky feeling guilty and being more than a gentleman, lets Wanda take it out on him. When she asks him why he won’t fight back, Bucky just makes a face and Wanda realizes that he’s in love with you.

[lettalady]

What if Bucky took Dove out drinking?

Send me a Weekend What If

This is a fun What If: LJH Edition. Ha! It makes me think about that video from a few years ago with the guy ranting about numbers and counting in different languages. Not really sure if what I've come up with is considered a What If for the story proper, or just a fun imagine this scenario type moment... You decide!

T TW: alcohol

Sam occupies the far stool, nursing his pint and giving the guy behind the counter shit over something. Friend of a friend of -- they're playing Sam's version of Six Degrees from Sam Wilson. Of. That's the phrase.

Bucky draws another long swallow from his bottleneck, not that he can get drunk or even buzzing off anything that's placed before him. Steve told him about some Asgardian stuff that Thor'd brought along for a party that packed a wallop.

Really he's just drinking to have something to do with his hands, and mouth, so he doesn't say something dumb like "Wanna go on a date?" to the young Sokovian helmed in between him and Sam.

[ find the story on AO3 ]

[jiarkives]

can you watch my boyfriend for me?

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ summary — you do the trend where you ask your followers to watch your boyfriend.

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ character — bucky barnes (marvel)

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ content — fluff

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ notes — pretend they’re still in the tower,,, no endgame au; they’re all happy and alive 🤭 this piece is shorter i just wanted to write

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Whenever you scroll on TikTok, you would come across videos where the user would ask their followers and viewers to watch their boyfriend for them. You find every video adorable and wholesome, so you decided to try it on your 107-year-old boyfriend, who is currently eating his breakfast alone. Perfect.

You approach your unsuspecting boyfriend with the video already rolling, then you place the phone in front of him. “Can you watch my boyfriend for me while I do my business? Thanks, you guys.” Then you’re gone before he could even get a word in.

He looks back to where you walked off before sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose as he looks over to the camera with his awkward but lovable smile.

“Guess you’re all stuck with me... whoever you are.” His brows then furrow. “Wait, are you even there? I don’t know. I’ve been getting the hang of these newer technology, but... they’re tricky, you know?”

He shrugs, eating a spoonful of cereal, his eyes lighting up slightly as he turns his bowl towards the camera. “Oreos as cereals.” He snorts.

“I wonder what’s taking her so long,” he mumbles with a worried frown. “What if it’s the time of her month? She’ll tell me, right?”

But you don’t come and somewhere during the video, Steve appears with Sam as they come back from their run. The video becomes more chaotic and noisier with Steve and Sam, but they quickly leave after a few minutes and he’s alone again. And you still hasn’t come back.

As the video hit its ten minute mark, you come back with a grin, taking your phone and speaking, “Thanks, guys!”

Once the video is turned off, Bucky turns to you with his brows drawn together in concern. “Is it your time of the month?”

Bonus — comments:

User 1: he was nice didn’t try to bite 10/10 i will watch again

User 2: he brought friends over when you left is that okay???

User 3: dude!!! i babysat the avengers!!! wait til my friends hear about this

[one-shot-plus-size]

Car Crash

Imagine : James Barnes is a paramedic who must save the love of his life before he actually had her. 

Paring: James „Bucky” Barnes and Olivia Mazru

Word : 1980

One shot

Bucky sat at a table in the firehouse where he had worked for the past five years. He became a paramedic right out of school and has loved what he's been doing ever since. James stared at his book, when there was nothing else to do he delved into the book that was currently occupying his thoughts. His partner Natasha plopped down in the armchair next to him and stretched, her head dropping onto the coffee table with a clatter.

- Another interesting night with Steve? - Bucky smiled slightly under his breath. 

- You have no idea,- Natasha groaned raising her head- for once I would really like to sleep and not absorb liters of coffee. 

Bucky snorted under his breath shaking his head, slid the bookmark to the page he was on and closed the book. 

- You're a wimp for him,- he laughed, settling back in his chair. 

- Maybe I am - Natasha shrugged her shoulders - and how about you and Liv ?

- We were on another date yesterday - Bucky felt his cheeks warming up - I think it's going well.

- Well, there you go - Natasha raised her eyebrows high - our eternal single has a partner. 

- Partner is a lot of words but I think maybe something will come of it. I think this is the first time I really care about someone,- the man smiled affectionately, thinking back to yesterday's date. 

- You're blushing - Natasha smiled broadly.

- Shut up - Bucky rose.

Just as he was about to enter the building and grab something to eat another alarm sounded, he started running back to the garage. He jumped behind the wheel and immediately after he was joined by Natasha they headed for the accident scene. They were immediately followed by two fire trucks, both looking quite relaxed. They had both been in the profession for more than a decade and the nervousness of the first action was long gone. Now, while on the road, they both mentally prepared themselves by seemingly remaining totally calm. Bucky glanced at his phone and breathed a disgruntled breath. 

- What is it? - Natasha looked at him. 

- I haven't heard from Liv since this morning,- he muttered under his breath - maybe our date wasn't as good as I thought. 

- You don't know that,- Natasha breathed - maybe she's busy at work, maybe she's at home and having an afternoon nap. So many reasons could be why she hasn't written to you. I think Olivia is the kind of person that would tell you if she didn't like your date. Do you want to know my opinion ?

- If I must,- he muttered under his breath. 

- Liv is in love with you - Natasha smiled affectionately - for some time now. Bucky glanced at his friend trying to judge her face for lying, but all he saw in her eyes was sincerity and concern. 

- Perhaps I have also been in love with her for some time - James breathed. 

- I knew it - Natasha threw her hands up in the air. 

James rushed through the streets of New York to get to the accident as quickly as possible, but in the back of his mind he had what Natasha had said. If she was telling the truth and he hoped she was, he wanted to form a relationship with Liv. He dreamed of having someone waiting for him at home when he returned after a hard shift at the firehouse. Someone he could just cuddle up with and with whom he could wake up in bed in the morning. He was already 32 years old and longed to settle down and Liv was the perfect candidate, maybe he could see his future with her. He smiled slightly under his breath, they had been on a few dates together and it really promised to be good. However, today's silence on her part brought him down a bit. He parked the ambulance near the scene itself, jumped out of the vehicle, grabbed a medical bag and headed toward the accident. He stopped at the nearest firefighter and looked at him.

- What do we have ? - he breathed.

- The truck skidded and flipped on its side - the firefighter corrected the helmet on his head. 

- Something happened to him ? - Bucky furrowed his eyebrows. 

- No - the firefighter shook his head - he is sitting there on the railing, the problem is that when he fell over on his side it crushed the passenger car. James furrowed his eyebrows, moved towards the truck and only after coming closer did he see the crushed passenger car. 

- Natasha - Bucky shouted to her and moved towards the passenger car. 

Only when he got close enough did he recognize the car, his heart stopped when he recognized the car. He threw his gear on the ground and ran up to the car from the passenger side. Made easier by the fact that the window was broken, he groaned loudly when he saw Liv sitting in the driver's seat. He reached out his hand to her and slid slightly into the car to touch her cheek. He shuddered when he heard a quiet moan. 

- Shh, baby,- he murmured - I'm here. 

- Bucky? - Liv turned her head slightly. 

- Please don't move - he stroked her cheek with his thumb - are you in pain ?

- Everything - she furrowed her eyebrows - what happened ?

- You had an accident but I'm here now. I'll help you, just don't move ok ? 

Liv nodded slightly and leaned her head against the headrest. She felt pain radiating from every part of her body. She turned her head towards the passenger side where she had just seen James. She watched him having a lively discussion with Natasha and the fireman standing next to them, the redhead was annoyed. She tugged on James' sleeve and pulled him close. 

- You're not going in there,- Natasha growled at him.

- I will go in there and save her - Bucky growled.

- This is dangerous - the woman glared at her friend. 

- I don't give a shit, the love of my life is trapped in the car and is in danger. I won't leave her there alone, she won't die on my watch. 

- My boys are already preparing the pillows, give me five more minutes. Then we'll cut the door for you to have better access to her. 

Bucky bit his lower lip and turned toward the car. He saw Liv facing her and groaned at the expression of pain on her face. 

- She's in pain,- he looked at his friend- I'll at least give her morphine, anything to help her get through this. 

- If you give her morphine she may not wake up again. You don't know what her injuries are, you don't know what's happening to her now. She needs to stay conscious as long as possible. 

- So I'm going in and don't want to hear the discussion,- he winked at Natasha and walked with a quick step to the car. 

Bucky slid into the car through the window, he had to bend down hard to fit inside.

- Hey, I'm back,- he smiled slightly - you need to stay with me as long as possible. 

- Mhm - she nodded slightly. 

James grabbed her hand and put his fingers on her pulse, he had to be sure it was continuous and stable. 

- I was going to you with lunch - she turned her head and looked at him smiling gently. 

- Really ? - he whispered staring at her. 

- Yes - she nodded slightly - I also had cupcakes packed, I wanted to make your day more pleasant. 

Bucky tightened his hand on her palm, tried to hold back the tears that appeared in his eyes. Liv felt increasingly tired, she leaned her head against the headrest and closed her eyes. 

- Hey baby - he touched her cheek - you can't fall asleep, stay with me.

- I'm tired - she turned her head slightly. 

- Stay with me for a while longer - he stroked her cheek - for a while longer, I can't lose you before I really had you. Don't leave me love. 

- I'll just rest a while - she smiled sleepily....

Bucky stared at her face and saw her face go blank, he felt tears running down his cheeks.

5 weeks later.

Bucky sat at a table in the firehouse and stared at the cover of a book. The same one he got from Liv for his birthday. He moved his thumb over the title and smiled sadly, he really missed her. 

- Hey - Natasha whispered sitting down next to him. 

- Hey - he glanced at her. 

- Any news ? - the redhead stared at her hands. 

- He's still sleeping - Bucky put the book down. 

- I'm sorry.

- Not your fault - James shook his head - I just wish she would wake up already you know. So that I could see those pretty eyes and smile of hers, I just miss her like hell. 

- And what if she doesn't wake up anymore ? - Natasha glanced at her friend. 

- I don't allow such a thought to enter my mind, she has to come back. 

When Natasha was already opening her mouth to say something from the building with a quick step ran out of the building his supervisor. 

- James you need to go urgently to the hospital, something has happened - he glared at him. 

Bucky sprang from his chair and ran to his car, he was not interested in anything that was going on around him. He had to get to the hospital, to her, as quickly as possible. Upon reaching the hospital, he ran quickly into the hospital and went straight to her room, his heart pounding in his chest.

Liv stared at the ceiling, her body dulled. She looked away from the ceiling when out of the corner of her eye she noticed movement in the doorway. She smiled softly at the sight she found there. Barely fitting in the doorway stood Bucky, his hair tied in a messy bun at the back of his head. She extended her hand to him, smiling all the while, he came up to her quickly and grabbed her hand. 

- Hey - he whispered quietly dropping to his knees. 

- Hey - she smiled again. 

- How do you feel ? - He smiled through his tears. 

- Stunned - she breathed improving on the bed - how long have I been away ?

- 5 weeks - he rested his forehead against her hand. 

- Jesus - she clenched her eyes and then looked at him.

She felt tears on her hand, gently grabbed James' cheek and lifted his head. Only now she noticed the sadness in his eyes, she wiped away his tears with her thumb and smiled softly. 

- I was so worried that you wouldn't wake up again, I was so scared,- he whispered. 

- But I'm here and it's thanks to you. You saved me Bucky, you gave me the strength to come back - she stroked his cheek all the time. 

- I was afraid that I had lost you before I really had you - he stared into her eyes. 

- You've had me since our first date and that's not going to change anytime soon. 

- I will have you if you will have me,- he kissed her hand. 

- Always Bucky. 

James rose to his feet and leaned toward her. He put his hand on her cheek and stared at her. 

- Can I kiss my girlfriend ? - he smiled slightly. 

- How could I refuse to kiss my man,- she smiled broadly. 

- I like how it sounds.

Bucky leaned closer to her and joined their lips in a gentle kiss. He had been dreaming about this for so long, fantasizing about them kissing for the first time but his fantasy wasn't even close to what he was feeling at the moment. And from now on he had it exclusive.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

just for tonight

a/n: sure, I was vigilantly working on a different wip (a very long one that needed a lot of strength to get through) but then this whole fantasy came to me and i just couldn't stop myself... at least i downgraded the idea from a full-fledged series (which i sadly very much do not have the time for) to just a slutty little one shot in an au that i can always pop back into whenever the itch pops up (or when anyone has a slutty request for it hehe).

summary: before you could even consider the possible consequences, a desperate request then fell from your lips, “well, what if I’m not asking you to be with me? What if it’s just for tonight? What if I’m only asking you to be with me for one night? Would you give me that?” you blinked up at him, scarcely breathing at all, “would you be mine just till the sun comes up?” 

warnings: bodyguard!bucky barnes x reader, smut, reader's mom is the british ambassador to france, age gap (10-15 years), tattooed!bucky (both a metal arm and tattoos as picked in a poll by you), beefy!bucky, forbidden romance, posh political party, alcohol consumption, wet dream, lingerie, stockings, one night stand (except we already know those fools can't keep it to just one night), kissing, dirty talk, manhandling, size kink, oral, fingering, impact play, squirting, gaping, belly bulge, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie

word count: 4907

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“You sure, you don’t want some?” you squinted over at your bodyguard as you lowered the champagne flute from your lips, “this shit costs more than my dress, which is really saying something,” you pointed to the red silk gown that hung from your frame, “this is Dior.”

“I’m good, miss,” Bucky uttered, tight-lipped as always. 

“Right, sorry,” you sat the glass down at the tall table you stood beside, “can’t drink while on duty.”

Posh parties such as the one tonight were always a bit of a drag to get through. Even though you’d been hauled along for most of your life, they’d never gotten any more amusing. 

But when your mother hired Barnes to be your personal bodyguard a few months back, the thought of getting dolled up just to have a bunch of provoking politicians talk your ear off about ideas you’d never in a million years support, somehow didn’t seem as bad as it used to now that he was constantly at your side. 

It had been a little incident involving your phone getting hacked, an explicit video nearly getting leaked, one that had been made for an ex who lived in another country to make the distance more barrable, and a few threatening messages from the perpetrator that had been the reason for your new shadow. 

Though you’d been resistant at first, storming into your mother’s office to state that you were a grown woman and didn’t need a babysitter just because someone tried to exploit an old sex tape that in your opinion wasn’t even that big of a deal, swiftly got squashed when a then stranger cleared his throat behind you and shared the more gruelling threats that had been made alongside the hacking. 

You’d hoped and prayed that he’d turn out to be a pain, that his personality could squash the feelings that fluttered inside of you whenever you looked at him, but unfortunately, he wasn’t an asshole. He was quiet, professional to a fault, but he wasn’t a dick. If anything, all of the silence and all of the glances to always keep track of you made the crush worse. It made you feel as if you were in a Jane Austen novel, reading between the lines of subtext your unreliable brain came up with.

“You tired?” he asked as a yawn rolled out of you. 

“Mhm,” you hummed behind the palm you had brought up to your lips. 

“The car’s ready to take you back to the embassy whenever you are.” 

A grateful smile twitched at your lip as you offered him a small nod of confirmation, “I’ll just go tell my mom.”

The ambassador, your mother, had her back turned to you as she talked business with a small group of people even though the hour had grown late. 

You waited for a sliver of a break before you tapped her on the shoulder and whispered in her ear.

“Hey, mom?” her palm found yours as she turned to look at you, “I’m gonna head home.”

“Oh, alright,” she leaned in and pressed a small peck to your cheek, “see you tomorrow, love.”

“Bye,” you gave her hand one last squeeze before heading out of the elegant venue, your guard still only a few paces behind you. 

A dusty drizzle met your skin as you exited onto the midnight streets of Paris. The sensation made you want to walk home, though you still followed Bucky to the black car already waiting and slipped in when he opened the back door for you. 

The light from the city reflected on the back of his metal hand as it gripped the steering wheel. You could faintly spot the prominent veins on the other one dance beneath the inked skin as it did the same, tattoos you still ached to discover just how far they stretched beneath his dark suit. 

Though soon your gaze flickered away from his silhouette as he drove, and fluttered out to the glittering cityscape rolling by, the vision of which swiftly lulled you to sleep. 

When you arrived home, Bucky’s steely eyes found your slumbering form in the rear-view mirror. You didn’t rouse when he opened your door and carefully picked you up into his arms. You didn’t wake either as he carried you inside, all the way up to your bedroom, and layed you down on your bed. 

Gently, he removed your heels and quietly placed them down on the hardwood floor before he grabbed your duvet and tugged it over your form. 

But just as he moved to leave your side, half asleep you caught his hand.

“Don’t go…” you murmured hazily, eyes still shut. 

And so, he didn’t.

Bucky simply reached for the tufted chair nearby and, as silently as he could, scooted it closer to the bed. 

Barely an hour passed before you woke. 

Before you even blinked open your eyes, your fingers began to slide down your body as the sinful dream you’d been blessed with still lingered in your foggy brain. 

Though when your eyes did flutter open and discovered the star of the dream sitting in a chair right next to you, your hand halted its voyage, and you sucked in a startled breath. 

“You okay?” he asked softly as you blinked a few times. 

“Uh,” the throbbing that still lingered from the dream probably wasn’t going to fade any faster with him sitting there with his unwavering stare, “yeah, I’m–, uhm…” you propped yourself up on your elbow before sitting up more, “I’m fine.” 

“Did you have a nightmare?”

“No, it wasn’t a–…” your sentence then crumbled as you sucked in a breath, “what are you doing watching me sleep?”

As you met his gaze, he then uttered, “you asked me to stay.”

Your eyes then widened, “I did?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh…” though you couldn’t recall, heat still began to bloom on your cheeks, “I’m sorry, I didn’t–”

“It's alright,” his shoulders offered a faint shrug. 

Averting your gaze, you noticed that you were still in your dress. You weren’t quite sure if it pleased you or not that Bucky didn’t try to strip it off you, though it was probably less the moral intentions and more the fantasy of him peeling it off of you that swayed you. 

“Were you just planning on sleeping in that chair all night?” you asked. 

“No,” he shook his head, “I wasn’t planning on sleeping at all.” 

A tinge of guilt stung in your chest, “I’m really sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking, I must have been asleep or something…” you then swung your legs over the side of the bed and got up. As your fingers raised up to pluck off your sparkling earrings, your feet began to carry you in the direction of your wardrobe. Dropping the jewellery off in a small porcelain bowl on the opposite bedside table, you then glanced back at your bodyguard and said, “you don’t have to stay any longer, you can go back to your room and get some sleep.” 

Offering you a nod, he then began to walk towards the door. 

Though, as you reached back to undo your dress, you abruptly uttered, “wait,” and he stopped before his steely fingers could enclose around the door handle. Turning to glance back at you, a bold request then hesitantly fell from your lips, “could you maybe help unzip me?”

He barely made a noise, simply hummed quietly in response before his slow stride carried him towards your frame as it twisted for your back to be turned to him.

When you felt his touch on the zipper, tugging it down ever so slowly, your breath came in ragged, and your eyes fluttered shut. You swore you felt his radiating heat seep into you as he exposed more of your goosebump-ridden spine. 

As the straps tumbled over your shoulders, your hands came up to your chest to hold it up even though you wished for nothing more than to let it drop before him.

And when the zipper finally reached its end, he lingered right behind you just long enough for you to catch the tether of it. Slowly, as if you were dealing with a skittish bird, you rotated around. You didn’t dare to look him in the eyes as you let yourself follow that magnetic pull you’d been trying to keep at bay. Your gaze flickered up to his lips as heated puffs of air seeped from your lungs and you slowly, hypnotically, inched closer. 

But then Bucky opened his mouth and said in a soft and quiet tone, “what are you doing?” making you halt, though not pull back. 

“Please don’t act like you don’t already know… I know you do…”

“You can’t,” he uttered, though didn’t move to walk away either as he captured your gaze, “we can’t, alright?”

“Why not?” you breathed, your eyes returning to his lips, “is it really that important for you to stay professional over everything else? Or is it that I’m just a job to you?” your heart felt as if it was gonna beat straight out of your chest, “you know I like you, I know you do. You notice everything, so of course you know. Am I right?”

A long exhale then flowed from his lungs before the faintest of nods tilted his head, “…yeah.”

“And I have eyes too, I’ve seen the way you look at me,” a shiver trickled down your spine, “so, are you really gonna just stand there and pretend you don’t feel something too? Just go back to your own room and continue to protect me like nothing’s going on?”

“Y/n, I can’t be with you,” he shook his head heavily, “you know I can’t.” 

Can’t or won’t?

Before you could even consider the possible consequences, a desperate request then fell from your lips, “well, what if I’m not asking you to be with me? What if it’s just for tonight? What if I’m only asking you to be with me for one night? Would you give me that?” you blinked up at him, scarcely breathing at all, “would you be mine just till the sun comes up?” 

As if your quiet whispers melted him completely, your bodyguard breathed, “…fuck…” and the next thing you knew, he’d grabbed your face and seized your lips. 

It was like something inside of him had snapped, something you had shattered, with the way that he kissed you as if he’d been drowning and your lips were oxygen. 

As you lost yourself in the sensation of his tongue dancing across your own, you let the red dress drop down your body, passed the sheer stockings that clung around your thighs, to the floor. Like fire, one of his hands disappeared from your cheek and ran down your frame, grazing over the black lingerie that was now exposed.  

Though heated and hungry at first, the kiss soon softened into lighter pecks. 

With his metal hand, he held your face close to his as he withdrew from the kiss, an action you weren’t quite ready for as you dreamily trailed after him a bit, longing for his lips. 

“Are you sure this is what you want?” his hot breath fanned across your features. 

“Yes,” you whispered swiftly. 

But as you dizzily blinked up at him, he simply hummed for you to elaborate, “hm?”

“Yes, I want you,” goosebumps tingled across your skin. 

“You want me to what?” his thumb swiped over your cheekbone. 

“I want you to–, to–…” you fumbled as you felt your desire drip and soak your panties, making them cling to your aching core. 

“To what, huh?” 

“To–… fuck me,” the embarrassingly desperate words tumbled out your mouth. 

“You want me to fuck you?” his unwavering stare briefly dropped to your parted lips.

“Yes,” the syllable rushed out of you. 

“Say it again,” he tilted his chin. 

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Louder,” his feet began to shift, causing yours to shuffle back as well. 

“I want you to fuck me.”

“One more time,” his hand had dropped down to your jaw and his fingers curled slightly to dent your soft cheeks. 

“I want you to fuck me, please!” 

With the hold he had on you, he swiftly dipped down and pressed his lips to yours once more. The world then fell out from under you as his grasp scooped down your frame and plucked you up.

Your arms tangled around his neck right before your back collided with the closet door and your lips tilted away from his as a short squeak slipped out. The distance however lent Bucky to let his kisses dance down the length of your neck and across your cleavage, so perfectly framed by the sheer fabric of your bra. 

Though the hickeys he began to plant across your skin made your eyes roll in your skull, your fingers still captured his tie and tugged him back up for your lips to crash against his. As you moved to push his blazer off, his sturdy grip on you shifted though still held you close as the jacket fell from his burly frame and your palms swiftly scooped over his broad shoulders and down his chest, now one layer closer to letting you actually get to feel the furnace roiling beneath.

Cupping his face close, whimpers seeped out of you and vibrated against his lips as his fingers dug into your ass and rubbed your barely covered cunt over the palpable tent in his pants, your want surely drenching through your thin underwear and marking him as well. 

You almost didn’t realise that Bucky had moved till he dropped you down on the bed. Taking a step back, his tongue briefly flicked across his breathless lips as his fingers lifted to tug his tie off. 

Staring directly into your soul, he uttered, “take your bra off,” as he tossed the tie to the floor and your fingers scrambled to fulfil his request. When you flung the lingerie to the ground, right next to his crumbled tie, the cool night air kissed your pebbly nipples and Bucky let out a murmured curse right before bending down to press his lips to yours. 

Balanced on your elbows, you parted your lips and let his tongue sweep across your own. His touch coasted down your frame, barely granting your tits any attention before his grasp hooked around your thighs and yanked you closer to the edge of the mattress. A surprised yelp escaped you at first at the sudden shift, but as the sting of saliva, that had lingered and connected you from your sloppy kiss, snapped back against your skin, the short cry morphed into a fizzy giggle. 

The light laugh however faded away when you watched him sink to his knees at the foot of the bed. Your legs curled up even further on either side of you, though you weren’t quite sure if that was you or him pushing them up and cracking you open that much more. You could feel his breath hit your pantie-clad core as his gaze fixated on the soaked spot right over your puff. 

When his palm slid up your inner thigh, he only had to reach out his thumb for the broad pad to ghost over your covered slit. His eyes swiftly flickered up to capture yours, checking your reaction as you began to squirm from his feathery light touch. 

Hooking his finger in the gusset, he pulled it to the side and a glossy string stretched out and clung to the fabric as he revealed your glistening pussy. 

A breathy moan billowed out of you as he began to touch you, rolling your little pearl beneath his touch. Finding your eyes once more, he held your gaze as he then leaned down to press a gentle kiss over your clit. 

“This okay?” his voice vibrated against your bundle of nerves, making you twitch. 

“Mhm,” you nodded foggily, “you can do anything you want.”

“Anything?” his lips twitched into a smirk as his fingers stretched from where they were clutching your panties to brush over your button.

“Yeah,” you breathed, “fucking anything.” 

Your mouth then hung agape at the sight of him dipping down to ruthlessly taste your desire. It didn’t take long before he lost himself in you so fiercely that he momentarily leaned back only to rip your underwear off. Both of his hands curved around your bottom, raking across your skin as he drew you even closer to his tongue and dragged it through your wet folds.

Bumping his nose against your clit, he let himself make out with your cunt a moment longer before planting a farewell peck over your pearl and pulling back. A dollop of spit dropped from his lips down onto your pussy. Catching the drop with his fingers before it slid away, he rubbed it into your own juices and made you that much more of a mess. 

“O-oh,” you moaned as he slowly slid a long finger into you after teasing your weepy entrance enough to make you shiver. 

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned at the soppy sounds his efforts conjured.

Craning down to kiss your clit sloppily, Bucky then slid his ring finger in beside the other, curving them gently as he reached even deeper. 

When he momentarily retracted his digits to land a small tap over your puffy petals, the smile that bloomed on your face only egged him on further. Plugging you back up, he then retracted and repeated the slap though with more ferocity. 

Your head began to lull a bit as he brought his vibranium digits down to roll your clit and his fingers began to fuck you harder, not faster, but with an intent that made your pussy sing for him. 

With your thighs trembling, they nearly slammed shut as you felt the end near, but your bodyguard only slid his strong metal forearm over your legs, hooking it right under both of your bent knees, to keep you spread nice and open for him. 

The veins on the back of his inked hand popped from how fiercely his fingers rocked within you. 

Stretching his thumb up to strum your clit, he tried to sneak a third finger inside of you as he felt your walls begin to flutter around him. 

“That’s it, I’ve got you,” as he always did in every manner, evidently. A smile curved at his lips as your eyes fluttered closed and a symphony of moans flowed out of you with every last tender stroke he offered you to carry you over the edge, “atta girl.”

Melted against the sheets, you caught your breath as he planted one last peck on your inner thigh before standing back up. 

Slowly, with his gaze ever glued on you, he unbuttoned his shirt, gradually revealing the silver shine of the dog tags that hung from his neck and the tattoos that sprawled across his skin. Going all the way up from the hand still shiny with your essence, the ink swirled up his right arm, across his pecs, down his back and even curved over to his left shoulder and intentionally tangled into the gnarly scares sprouting from the border of his prosthetic. 

When the button-up hit the floor, his fingers drifted down to unhurriedly remove his belt, pulling it out of the loops, he let it join the shirt before he undid his pants and let his cock spring free. 

“Jesus christ…” your jaw couldn’t help but drop to the floor as your eyes fluttered at the intimidating reveal. 

Noticing the anxiety that peeked through your lust-ridden expression, his low voice found your ears, “what? Did you change your mind?” 

“No, I just–…” you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his fat cock as it throbbed before you, “I got a bit nervous all of a sudden.” 

“No reason to be nervous, baby,” he breathed out a smile as his fist curled around his girth.  

“Oh really?” you nearly began to laugh. 

“You’ll be fine,” drool threatened to escape the corner of your lips as he slowly began to stroke himself, “trust me.” 

“Really? Because I’m not so sure I’ll be able to take that…” 

“You will,” he uttered calmly as he dipped down to give you a kiss, “don’t worry,” a hand slid into your hair as he cradled your face and ushered your gaze to find his, “you know I’d never hurt you, right?”

“Yeah.”

“So, you’ll be fine,” his thumb curved to sweep over your cheek a few times. 

“Yeah,” you gently nodded and repeated after him, “I’ll be fine.”

“That’s my girl,” he smiled. Kissing you once more, he then pressed a peck to your forehead before his grasp found your hips and he suddenly flipped you around, onto your stomach. 

Helping you up onto your hands and knees, a hazy smile stretched across your features as he bent down over you and pressed kisses all along your spine. Dragging his bulbous tip through your sopping folds, he then teased you for so long, never granting you any more than a dizzying nudge, that whines began to escape from you.

“P-please,” you heard yourself beg as your fingers bunched up the sheets. 

“What?” he continued to flick and tap your swollen clit with the head of his heavy cock.

“I–I want it–, plea–, please fuck me,” you blubbered desperately. 

“Oh, now you want it, huh?” you could hear the smirk that dominated his face, “suddenly not so nervous anymore about me stretching you out, are you?”

“Bucky, plea–, o-oh–,” you felt your limbs tremble beneath you as he slipped the very tip inside. 

His efforts were so slow at first, gradually giving you more of his length and just shallowly fucking you till you blossomed and opened up for him. 

Gradually, his thrusts began to ease from a mind-numbingly slow pace to something that truly scrambled your brain. You soon lost yourself completely to the molten sensation of his fat girth steadily splitting you open. 

Though when he finally bottomed out within you, a shrill gasp slipped out passed your lips and your frame shuttered beneath him. 

Drawing his hips back just enough for you to regain the ability to fill your lungs with oxygen once more, you heard him murmur in your ear, “what, is it too much dick for you?” retraining his thrusts slightly, he kept his tip from kissing your cervix, “that better or is it still too deep for you?” his hands dented your hips.

“N-no, no, it feels so good, it’s just–,” a whimper slipped out of you and broke up your slurring, “you’re so fucking big, I’ve never–,” you felt like you could feel him all the way up in your throat, “no one’s ever been that fucking deep before.”

One of his hands curved down to your clit at the exact same time as your own did. As they met, he let your own fingers swirl over your puffy pearl as his simply lingered, till he suddenly grasped your wrist and gently led it away from your pussy, further up to your lower stomach. 

“That deep?” he pressed down on your palm and let you discover the dull bulge that formed in your belly at every one of his dizzying thrusts, “has no one ever stuffed you that full before? Not even one of your pretty toys you play with so often?”

“Nuh-uh,” you panted as his warm contact dissipated from your spine and he straightened back up. 

A gravelly moan slipped out past Bucky’s lips as he glanced down to see how tightly your creamy pussy was gripping onto his cock. Your fingers returned to the sheets as his wide palm came down to slap your ass, your back arching at the impact and consequently angling his efforts so that the details of his dick brushed against your g-spot in the most heavenly way imaginable. 

He only buried himself inside of you a few more times, his heavy sack tapping against your buzzing clit at every electric buck, till your pussy gushed around his fat girth. 

“There you go,” he pulled out only to insistently flick your puffy pearl with his tip, “fucking hell,” he then plunged his cock all the way back in before dragging it back out, “keep going,” ushering more squirt to drizzle out. He kept up the overwhelming pattern till your pussy stopped gushing for him, till he’d pushed you through the overstimulation and your cunt slowly began to relax again for him. Eventually, when he steadily withdrew from you, he craned his neck to relish in the way your little hole had stretched out and accommodated so well for him, it even winking sinfully at him every time he pulled out, “good fucking girl,” he growled at the sight, “told you so, you’d do just fine,” your shaky frame jolted as he slapped your ass again, “look at you now fucking gaping for me, christ…”

With a ring of your cream staining the base of his cock, he let himself return to your warmth for longer than just a few seconds, fucking you with such ferocity that your pliant form, still molten and unsteady from your second orgasm, collapsed onto the mattress below. 

Though he successfully caught you before you could slip off his cock entirely, he still let you drop down on the bed, though softened the fall for you, before he followed suit. 

The weight of him on top of you felt so comforting and soothed on your tingly skin.

“You okay?” he kissed your cheek before spreading your stocking-clad legs with his own. 

“Hm,” you nodded foggily and felt yourself drool onto the sheets as he squished you further into the mattress.

Your shaky moans filled the bedroom as he slid back inside, “fuck, you feel so good…” sloppily nipping just below your ear before he picked up his pace. 

The chain that dangled from his neck felt cool on your skin and acted as a stark contrast to how hot his body felt pressed against your back. 

“You think you can be a good girl and cum for me again?” he groaned into your ear as his efforts echoed sloppily, “let me feel that pretty pussy squeeze around me one last time?”

“I-I don’t know,” you trembled beneath him, every one of his deep thrusts making you jolt and gasp for air as he was practically splitting you in half. 

“You don’t know?” he sweetly whispered in your ear as he curled his arms under you. One hand slid under your tit and caught your pebbly nipple in a rude pinch while the other soared down to your sore and swollen clit, “can you try for me? Try and cum again,” your eyes had fallen completely shut, so your whole reality had just become Bucky’s reassuring weight, his tantalising efforts, and his sinful whispers that seeped directly into your soul, “try and squirt for me one last time, sweetheart.” 

And so, you did. It didn’t even take that long before you tumbled over one last time and your pussy creamed for him, drenching the already damp sheets beneath you, as he swiftly came as well, throbbing deep within your clenching cunt and filling your little hole up to the brim till it tried to leak and escape around his girth.

His heavy pants faded from your ear as he slowly crawled off of you, cascading a tender trail of kisses all the way down your body till he gently retraced his track of pecks and settled down next to you. Fluttering your eyes open as his palm slid up to your heated cheek, he gazed into your hazy eyes for a moment before leaning in to softly press his lips to your own. 

You wanted to curl in closer to his frame, but your body was so exhausted that you could barely raise your pinkie finger. Fortunately though, as you layed there in wordless wonder, Bucky’s arms draped around you as he scooted in close, hugging you to him and gently caressing your skin as you continued to blink back into his ocean eyes, not uttering a word out of fear that you’d ruin the blissful moment.

After perhaps a small eternity had passed, he briefly raised his head up slightly to catch sight of the small clock on your bedside table. 

“There’s still a few more hours left before the sunrise…” he settled back down beside you.

“Oh, yeah?” a soft smile tilted up your lips as his touch began to travel south. 

“Yeah,” his lips gently parted in a silent moan as his fingers slid through your sore folds. His stare was transfixed on how your brows knitted together and a quiet hiss slipped out of you as he swirled over your sensitivity, playing with the hot load he’d pumped into you as it slowly leaked out, one of his digits too brash not to try and stuff it back inside, “what do you think?” sharing your breath, he inched in and let his nose nuzzle against your own, “do you want me to be yours just a little bit longer or would you rather I’d return to my own bed?” 

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