#bucky x Black!Reader

[ramp-it-up]

Sugar, Cubed II:

Simple Sugar

Summary: I revisited Sugar and the boys from the Sugar is Sweet séries, and let me tell you. Bucky and Steve sure have grown up from their college days. They are no longer playing around. And they are coming for you. You're forced to be roommates with Steve again. But you can establish boundaries. It'll be simple, right?

Word Count: 3K

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader; mention of Bucky Barnes x Reader; boss Tony Stark x reader

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Not Beta’d. SMUT. Read at your own risk. Roommate/Co-worker au, S MUT! Angst, Tony is a shit boss, massive debt. forced proximity. Tattoo talk, Steve apologizes, accidental, then purposeful voyeurism, reference to porn and sex toys, masturbation, talk of impotence, raw p in v, rough sex, dirty talk, lots of cum, eventual polyandry. Basically, you are doomed. Porn with plot.

A/N: This is related to the Sugar is Sweet au, but can be read alone. This is part two to Sugar, Cubed. The next part is soon come! I hope you like it. This is part of Falloween 2024.

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After three days of calling in sick, you were summoned for a sit down with Mr. Stark. 

This was not a, ”have a drink while Black Sabbath plays and you admire Tony’s t-shirt as he rambles” type of chat. This was, a “let’s review the terms of your contract in the boardroom with suits” type of meeting.

Tony’s eyes admired you in your silk blouse and pencil skirt as you arrived, then watched you pointedly at you as you reviewed the numbers on the page.

Half a million for your bachelor’s and masters degree at NYU. Almost as much for housing. Not to mention the penalty for breaking your contract early. Even if you were paid a pretty penny and you had a ton of savings, you’d still be digging yourself out of a hole for the rest of your life if you quit.

Tony Stark owned your ass.

But you were on the verge of not caring.

“I know, you are over your current working situation, Sugar. But I still believe in you. I believe in the team of BuckySugarSteve.”

You gave him a confused look.

“Still trying to find a hashtag, look that doesn’t matter. It’s come to my attention that a certain plucky Bucky took things a little too far the other night. I’m sorry you had to deal with that on my watch.”

Tony looked sincere. But you eyed him warily.

“Thinking back on what you said last week, I now agree that you need a break. So I’m sending you to the Tokyo lab. But only for a limited time.”

“How long?”

Tony stood and turned his back on you, looking out over the Hudson.

“Depends on the progress made on the project there.” 

You stared at his back and his jet black hair and chewed your lip. You wanted out from the tension between the three of you. But there had to be a catch.

“What does the work entail?”

Tony turned back around with a smirk and explained the research and answered a few more questions from you. It seemed right in your skill set. Tony sat back down and crossed his ankle over his leg while he templed his fingers. He stared at you over the conference table.

“So what do you say Sugar?”

“I’m in.”

—--

You should have asked more questions.

Rage boiled inside you as you put up the partition on your business class seat and you typed away angrily on your phone. You shouldn’t have been surprised that your seatmate was Steve Rogers, but you were.

You just cursed as he greeted you and pulled out your phone as the flight attendant gave you the stink eye. Steve arrived just at the doors were closing. And there was no escape.

You wanted to throw your phone after you saw Tony’s response.

“I said you needed a break from Barnes, not Rogers. Suck it up and enjoy your time in Japan. Check out the expense account and your digs in Asakusa. You have to share, because space is at a premium in Tokyo, but you’ll survive.”

You didn’t bother to click the links that Tony sent. The living arrangements were sure to be top notch and the money was probably going to be great, but living with and working next to Steve was not what you were looking forward to. 

You popped a sleeping pill and tried to sleep most of the 14 hour flight. After managing to get some rest, you were not as rude to Steve when you had to put down your partition. Luckily, he didn’t try to speak to you and you deboarded the plane and got your luggage and to your driver without incident.

When you got to your place, you were impressed, but anxious. 

The place was modern and well placed within walking distance of the trains, but Tony was right. Your apartment in New York was twice the size of this place, and it was only you. 

You went to investigate the sleeping situation. There were two small bedrooms and they were right next to each other. Only one had an en-suite.

You were chewing your lip, deep in thought when Steve interrupted reverie. His voice was hoarse from half a day of not being used.

“It’s close quarters, but I will make it so you don’t even know I’m here.”

You turned around to see Steve standing in the doorway of the room you’d silently called dibs on.

He looked like a kid, in his rumpled t-shirt and hands deep in the pockets of his jeans. You almost felt something.

But not quite.

“Look, Sugar. I’m sorry. I really am. What happened in the elevator was… Bucky’s got a lot going on–”

He stopped once he noticed that you had stiffened up at Bucky’s name.

“Don’t make excuses for him. If you want to apologize, take responsibility for what you’ve done. Or not done. On. Your. Own.”

You sat on the ground and opened up your suitcase. Steve watched you as you started to unpack, thoughtful.

“You’re right. I’m sorry I didn’t punch him in the mouth to shut the jerk up.”

You just shook your head, refusing to smile, even though you thought about it.

“And I am so very sorry for lying to you. No matter what the reason. I should not have done that.”

You looked up at him and you could see Steve’s adam’s apple bob in his throat multiple times. His nervous tell. But you continued to look him in the eye.

“You were right to react the way you did. And you’re right to want to be as far away from u- me as you want to be. I’ve lost the best thing that ever happened to me and it was entirely my fault.”

You had to break eye contact then. You didn’t want to cave. You turned the sweater you were folding over and over in your hands. You could hear Steve take a deep breath.

“I just want–”

He cleared his throat again.

“Shit, I want a lot of things, Sugar, but I hope we can be cordial, friends even? We used to be friends. We're in a new city, a new country, a new continent. We can have a lot of fun together.”

You looked back up at him.

“Like we used to?”

“A lot has happened since ‘we used to,’ Steven.”

His shoulders slumped.

“Well, I will stay out of your way.”

He turned around to get out of your space and you felt a pang of some kind of emotion that you did not want to name.

“Hey.”

Steve stopped and turned around, his face guarded.

“I’ve been on a plane for an entire day, and I just want breakfast even though it’s 4pm here. I think I’m hangry. Let me think about it.” That smile. Oh, if you still had a heart, he might do something to it.

“I think I saw some eggs and American breakfast fixins in the fridge. I’ll make you an omelet.”

Steve knew you were a slut for breakfast. Among other things.

—--

After eating and chatting, you conceded that you did want a shopping partner; you planned to hit up all the thrift stores and you wanted someone to take day trips with on the weekend. You decided on a truce. It may have been food induced, but you thought that you could set good boundaries with Steve, so you lay down some ground rules.

Steve agreed to everything you said.

After trying to stay up as long as you could, you were ready to turn in for the night. You had a couple of days before you needed to report to the lab, so you and Steve decided to explore your neighborhood and maybe do some touristy things, since Tokyo Tower and the Asahi brewery were right outside your window.

And then it happened. 

You were minding your own business after your shower, in your thin cotton tank and sleep shorts, going to the kitchen to fill your water bottle. Suddenly, the hallway door opened and you ran into Steve coming out of the bathroom, naked except for a towel slung low on his waist and beads of water running down the planes of his extremely well made torso.

He almost ran into you.

“Oh, shit Sugar, I’m sorry….”

You’d stopped short and were staring at his left pectoral. There was new ink on the golden boy’s body. 

And you couldn’t believe it.

Among the beads of water diving down his body to disappear under the towel, because why wouldn’t they, there was a chemical formula. And you couldn’t believe which one it was.

“How long have you had that?”

You were staring, and your hand reached out to touch it, but you pulled back before you made contact. You looked up into his eyes and then back down at the tattoo because you didn’t want to drown in his eyes like you used to. 

But it seemed kind of inevitable now.

Sometime in the six months that you’d been broken up, Steve had gotten the compound for simple sugar tattooed on his body, (CH2O)x

“Sugar–”

“How long?”

You whispered it. And then dove into the blue depths of his eyes again.

“Two weeks after we broke up.”

His voice was impossibly deep, and threatened to reach places that you wanted to be unreachable. But you didn’t ask why.

“What was the thought process behind that decision, Steve?”

You didn’t ask why. But you needed to know the reason.

“Because it’s pretty simple, Sugar. You just wanted honesty. And if I had been honest, maybe we’d still be together. So I got this tattoo to remind myself that this is all I have left of the girl I loved the most. So maybe when I fall in love again, I won’t be such an idiot.”

“Wow.”

You reached out again and touched the tattoo. It had been right over his heart, without you knowing, for the better part of half a year.

Steve’s eyes stuttered closed and he drew in a sharp breath when you touched him.

“Sugar. You gotta know how…

You shook your head, blown away and rocked by what he said. Mostly the “when I fall in love again” part. You don’t know why that phrase echoed around your head.

“I’ve got to tell it all. Sugar, I thought in the back of my head that if you knew Bucky was hurt, that you’d go back to him.”

You closed your eyes, not wanting to sympathize with this grown ass man who lied to you so hard about someone you both loved, but you understood.

“So I lied, partly because he asked me to. But mostly because I was trying to keep you to myself.”

You sagged against the wall, still touching him, fingers grazing the mark that he’d made on his body for you. Steve followed you, not wanting the contact to end, and stood before you in the narrow hallway, naked except for a towel. He was closer than you’d allowed him to be in a while.

Finally, you looked up at him.

“You’re right, It is simple. I just wanted honesty. I wouldn’t have abandoned you for Bucky, Steve.”

Steve moved impossibly closer as his eyes flicked down your body. You remembered he had it memorized. Your chemistry was amazing. Not just the formula tattooed on his skin, but the draw of you to him, and him to you. You weren’t over that.

But you wanted to be.

One of Steve’s hands was on his towel, and the other was above your head. You were looking up at him and he down at you, and it was the perfect moment to kiss. But he didn’t make another move. You looked down and noticed that his towel had changed shape.

“Sugar…”

You looked him in the eyes again. It was all up to you.Your breathing was erratic and your panties were damp. Reaching up, you put your hands up on his pecs again. 

This time to push him back. 

“I think we need some rest.”

Steve backed up, toward his bedroom.

“Right. We need…”

Your need was mighty. But you weren’t giving in. You took a deep breath.

“Goodnight, Steve.”

“Night, Sugar.”

—-

You breathed a sigh of relief at your narrow escape and went in the kitchen to drink water and cool down. You mindlessly scrolled your phone for a few minutes and decided that you were calm enough to go to sleep. You glanced at Steve’s door as you opened yours, and you just had to stop.

His door was cracked just enough so you could see Steve sprawled on his bed, towel still on, still tented, and he was scrolling on his phone. He looked delicious, from the tattoo on his pec to his tiny tan nipples to his amazing abs and the trail of hair pointing to the large cock that you had memorized, and which was standing at attention under his towel. 

He looked good enough to eat. And you had plenty of times. But those days were over.

You bit your lip as he rubbed his erection over the towel, and moved closer as he groaned a little bit.

Was he looking at porn?

You totally understood his frustration after what happened, and he was in the privacy of his own room, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. You felt guilty but you continued to watch him touch himself. 

And as you wanted to touch yourself.

You stared at his open door as suddenly, the towel came off, and he was naked, and stunningly aroused, his face pure lust.

Steve Roger’s cock was gorgeous. 

Your memories were nothing like the reality of him, thick and curved against his abs. He gripped the shaft, stroking it. Your hands found one of your nipples in the now-dark hallway, imagining kneeling for him.

You dreamed of his cock in your mouth and could practically feel yourself swirling tongue over his head and worshiping him as he told you what to do. The sensation him deep in your throat and letting him use it took over you.

You pinched your nipple tighter as he casually jerked himself off. You felt dirty, thinking how he’d feel knowing that you were watching him like this. 

Would he be mad?

Or…

Stifling a whimper, you slid a hand into your shorts, smearing your wetness over your clit to trace fast, tight circles there. You hadn’t had anyone but electronic lovers and plastic since you broke up with Steve. And here he was, giving you a show. 

You needed to see it. You wanted to see Steve cum, erupt, spill over his large, veiny hand, cream all over those abs. You moaned slightly as you imagined sucking it off those places.

His hand blurred on his shaft. Your clit hardened as you remembered his thick dick penetrating you, him fucking you well, calling you beautiful…

“Christ, Sugar, make me so hard. Take me so well. Cum with me Sweetheart…”

You were almost there and suddenly, Steve stopped. He got up, let go of his dick, walked to the light switch, give yon a look, and then plunged the room into darkness. 

Then he closed the door.

You practically jumped into your room, pacing, shocked and excited, thoughts in a jumble.

Your phone buzzed in the pocket of your shorts.

It was a text from Steve.

“If you want more, just open my door. It’s unlocked. You can have anything you want. I want you. What do you want, Sugar?”

You are propelled into the hallway, to his door, hesitating only a moment. You’re just going to talk to him. Apologize. Tell him you would never do it again. 

You were in his room now and the Tokyo moon cast shadows over his sleek torso. He was covered by the comforter, but you knew he was still hard.

“I always loved you in just tank tops. Those nipples are just begging to be sucked.” 

His deep baritone made you launch yourself toward him. Steve caught you in his arms, both of you bouncing on the bed from the impact.

“What it’s gonna be, Sugar? What do you want?”

You are taking his hands and molding them to your breasts, throwing the covers off and straddling his thighs. You pulled your shorts and panties to the side so you could feel the slide and ridge of his cock catch on your clit as you slipped over him.

It felt electric.

“I want you Steve. Fuck it all. I want you.”

You’ve lost your mind. You’re creaming on his dick as his big, strong arms held you steady and you humped him like a mad woman. 

“Fuck, it’s been so fucking difficult being hard as a rock all day working next to you in the lab, you ignoring me, and then not being able to get it up for anyone else…”

You were irrationally angry.

“Mine.”

You grabbed Steve’s cock and moved your thighs, lifting up and pushing his fat head into your cunt. You glared at him as you slowly sunk down on him, his thick shaft slowly opening you up.

It hurt so good. 

Your head lolled back on your neck as Steve pulled your tank top down and started brutally sucking your nipples. 

“Fuck yeah, it’s yours. Fit me like a fucking glove.”

Steve held you down for a few seconds as he pushed up into you as if he was going to lock on on his cock, then he lifted you up by your waist and started pounding you from beneath.

He stared up at you in the moonlight and you could feel his cock jump inside you.

“Didn’t matter what I did, who it was. Couldn’t fuck anyone else. Had to come home and pull up pictures of you.”

Steve was moving you now, just like a fleshlight, thumb at your clit.

“I’m about to fucking bust, and you better fucking cum around my cock before I do. Been too godamn long, Sugar.”

You moaned erotically at the thought of Steve impotent with everyone else but you.

He groaned in response and squeezed your nipple brutally. You quaked with your orgasm and Steve erupted mid pump, his spend spurting out as he moved in and out of you. 

“Fuuuuu-uuuck!” 

You collapsed backward on the bed as Steve continued to pump, impossibly still hard even after he came. You reached down into the copious wetness and circled your clit, wanting to prolong the sensation, and Steve groaned/laughed as you convulsed around him again.

You were a tangle of limbs, fluid, sweat and wet cloth as you came down.

Steve pulled you up, you got out of his bed and walked back to your bedroom, turning on the shower.

As you climbed into your bed, Steve was already there, re-showered himself. You fell asleep in Asakusa, Tokyo, Japan, tracing his tattoo, and wondering if it really was that  simple, Sugar.

——

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bucky. b

fluff

bucky barnes arrived in wakanda under the cover of night, his mind a chaotic mess of memories and triggers implanted by hydra. the wakandan air felt fresh, a stark contrast to the dark and cold places he had been before. he was here to be freed, to finally break the chains that had bound his mind for so long

bucky was escorted to the research facility where shuri awaited, accompanied by a team of scientists. among them was you, a dedicated scientist specializing in neurological rehabilitation. you had been working with shuri on various advanced technologies, and your expertise was crucial for bucky’s recovery

“welcome, sergeant barnes” you said with a warm smile, trying to put him at ease. “we’re here to help you”

bucky looked at you with wary eyes but nodded, trusting that wakanda, a place of unmatched technological marvel, might finally bring him peace

the first few weeks were intense. shuri led the efforts, using a combination of technology and traditional wakandan methods to deprogram bucky’s mind. you were responsible for the one-on-one sessions, a crucial part of his mental recovery. these sessions involved talking through his past, helping him distinguish his true memories from the ones hydra had implanted

at first, bucky was resistant. his trust in people had been shattered long ago. but your patience and kindness slowly broke down his walls. you listened without judgment, providing a safe space for him to express his fears and frustration

furing one session, bucky looked at you with a mixture of gratitude and sadness. “why are you doing this for me?” he asked

you smiled softly. “everyone deserves a chance to be free, bucky. and I believe you have the strength to overcome this”

as the weeks passed, the bond between you and bucky grew stronger. you found solace in each other's company, your shared moments becoming the highlight of your days

you discovered that beneath his hardened exterior, bucky was kind, thoughtful, and fiercely protective of those he cared about. he, in turn, admired your intelligence, compassion, and unwavering determination to help him heal

one evening, after a particularly grueling session, you found yourselves sitting under the stars, the serene wakandan night sky providing a moment of respite

"thank you" bucky said softly, breaking the comfortable silence. "for everything. i don't think i could have made it this far without you”

you smiled, your heart swelling with warmth. "you're stronger than you give yourself credit for, bucky. and i'm honored to be a part of your journey”

the day finally came when the results of your and shuri's efforts bore fruit. the final sequence of codes that held hydra's control over bucky's mind was neutralized, freeing him at last

as the realization dawned on him, bucky turned to you, his eyes filled with a mix of disbelief and gratitude. "i'm free" he whispered, as if afraid to believe it

you nodded, tears of joy glistening in your eyes. "yes, you are"

without thinking, bucky closed the distance between you, pulling you into a tight embrace. the world seemed to fade away as you held each other, the connection that had been growing between you culminating in this perfect moment

as you pulled back slightly, bucky looked into your eyes, his gaze intense yet tender. "i couldn't have done this without you” he said, his voice filled with emotion. "you mean more to me than you'll ever know”

you smiled, your heart full. "and you mean the world to me, bucky”

with that, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a gentle, heartfelt kiss. it was a promise of new beginnings, a testament to the love that had blossomed between you during his journey to freedom

in wakanda, under the watchful eyes of the stars, you and bucky found not just healing, but a future filled with hope, love, and endless possibilities

months after bucky’s recovery, you and bucky were living peacefully in wakanda. the serene environment allowed your relationship to flourish, and soon, you discovered you were expecting a child. overjoyed, you planned to share the news with bucky after his mission to help captain america

but then, everything changed. thanos arrived. his forces overwhelmed the avengers, and the snap wiped out half the universe. bucky was gone, disintegrated into nothing right before your eyes. you were left alone, heartbroken, and pregnant

determined to bring bucky back and ensure a future for your unborn child, you joined the Avengers in their fight against thanos. with a fierce resolve, you used your scientific knowledge and wakandan technology to support the team. every battle, every challenge, you faced with the hope that one day, you would see bucky again

years passed and your son james was born. he grew up in a world without his father, but you told him stories of bucky, of his bravery and kindness. the fight to reverse the snap continued, and with each passing day, your determination grew stronger

the day of the final battle arrived. the avengers assembled, ready to face thanos and his army once and for all. the fight was brutal, but you fought with a ferocity fueled by love and the promise of reuniting with bucky. when the moment came, and iron man made the ultimate sacrifice, the snap was undone

and then, there he was. bucky emerged from the chaos, alive and whole. tears streamed down your face as you ran to him, your heart bursting with joy. he saw you, and a smile spread across his face as he opened his arms, pulling you into a tight embrace

“i thought i’d lost you” he whispered, his voice choked with emotion

“i’m here,” you replied, holding him tightly. “and there’s someone else you need to meet”

after a few days with repairing all the damages made by thanos and tony stark’s funeral, you brought bucky back to your home

bucky nervously entered the home and was instantly met with a little boy

“bucky, this is james” you said, your voice trembling with happiness. “our son”

bucky’s eyes filled with tears as he knelt down to embrace the boy. “james” he said softly, his voice breaking. “i’m so sorry I wasn’t there”

james hugged him tightly. “it’s okay, daddy, mommy told me all about you”

as you watched bucky and james together, your heart swelled with love and relief. the battle was over, and your family was finally reunited

the future was uncertain, but with bucky and james by your side, you knew you could face anything

[yn-honeybun]

Bucky Barnes + Writing prompt (Part 1/3)

You guys had just came back a mission and both of you guys had your fair share of bruises. Although Bucky got more bruises than you since he went in first. Now that y’all were back at home, you were going to nurse the wounds back to health. And yet even after going through an intense battle, Bucky was still being Mr. Tough guy.

“Does it hurt?”

“I’ll survive”

“That’s not what I asked” you sighed at the long haired one robot arm man. All you wanted to do was to clean and bandage his wounds from the mission. You would have done this earlier, but both of you were too exhausted to worry about that before you got to your shared apartment.

“Come on Bucky, let me help you out”, you said walking to the bathroom where the medkit was.

“I said I’m good doll” he grunted

“Bucky, get off your ass and get in this bathroom. Right now”

He pouted for a couple of seconds and stayed right on the couch

“Fine suit yourself, but just know you’re sleeping on the couch tonight”

“I prefer the couch”

“Alone” you stated coldly, closing the door to the bedroom.

I don’t know what else to put here maybe I’ll do a part 2?

[megamindsecretlair]

It's a Little Cold

Pairing: Bucky x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Cursing. Sad Bucky. Fluff. Smut. Mild age gap. Reader is late 20s and Bucky is mid 30s. Dirty talk, PIV, and unprotected sex. Oral (fem receiving) Sentences are intentional AAVE.

Summary: You and Bucky had been dating for a few months now and were lucky to spend your first Christmas together exchanging presents.

Word Count: 3,432k

A/N: I had been thinking about these two for some time, so naturally we needed a little follow up. Merry Christmas to those who celebrate and a Happy Monday to those who don't. If you need a little break from festivities, here ya go! Likes are always awesome, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! I block ageless blogs.

This is a follow up to It's a Little Warm. If you want to see how these crazy kids got together, start here! Read Part 1

Tagging the folks who liked the previous series: @softimgyu @blackreaderatrisk @braverthanthenewworld @multiversefanfics @monaeesstuff @blackpinup22 @chaos-4baby @sevikasblackgf @namsey1987 @browngirldominion

Fuck, you were frightfully cold. The downside to having low iron was that you were always fucking cold. You pulled the blanket over yourself and snuggled down into the bed but it was no use. You flipped over, your hand searching for your space heater, but the bed was empty. You popped your head up and looked at the empty spot.

“Bucky?” You called out. 

There was no reply. You kicked the covers off of yourself and got out of bed. You wiped sleep from your eyes as you walked towards the living room. The space was still dark, the open windows letting the morning light filter in. 

You were about to grab your phone and call Bucky, but a sigh caught your attention. At the window, Bucky stood leaning against the windowsill. You stopped and watched him. He looked melancholy as he stared out of the window. 

The pale morning light slanted over his exposed skin. He only wore black sweatpants. His dog tags hung from his neck. His metal arm was off for once. The scars around his arm always made you so fucking angry, you could resurrect the scientists who experimented on him and kill them all over again.

“Bucky?” You called out and approached him. You didn’t want to spook the poor man. 

Bucky turned towards you and gave you a small smile. “Mornin’, doll,” he said. You smiled back and snuggled into his side, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

“Mornin’ handsome. What ya doing up so early?” You asked. 

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen snow on Christmas.” 

You looked out of the window with him. You had been dating for a few months now and there were times when Bucky seemed to shut down and shut you out. You tried not to take it personally. There were so many things that he had been through, so many things that he’d seen, you weren’t sure you could begin to understand. You weren’t entitled to his every deepest thought. But you wish you knew how to help him. 

“I’m glad I get to be here when you do,” you said and nudged his shoulder. He smiled at you and kissed your temple. 

“Since we’re up...presents?” You asked excitedly. You waggled your eyebrows and Bucky laughed.

“Can’t help yourself, can you?” He asked. 

“Hell no! Are you kidding?” You slapped his rock hard stomach and crossed the room to the tiny Christmas tree on an end table by the other window. You knelt down and grabbed his presents. There was no way you were going to allow Bucky to drag a real Christmas tree into your place. You had an adorable argument about it.

You ended up winning by pointing out that the bad guys didn’t take breaks for the holidays. You hadn’t been sure that you would get to spend Christmas with Bucky. You agreed on a smaller, artificial tree this year. It was green, small and so cute. You two had sipped on drinks while you decorated. It took no more than an hour, mostly because you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other.

You held out the presents to him. Bucky grabbed his metal arm from the top of the couch and attached it. It never ceased to amaze you when he did that. You wanted to visit Wakanda so badly, it physically hurt. He flexed his fingers with a small grimace and then joined you in front of the table.

“Why don’t you open yours first?” He asked.

“No way! I want to see your face. If you hate it, I kept the receipts and we can return it for something else.” Nerves bubbled in your gut. You had wracked your brain for the past few months trying to think of what to get the man. 

He had precious little in his apartment. He was always on the go somewhere, ready to leave at the drop of a hat. From day to day, he didn’t know where he would be. You thought it would wreck you that he wasn’t here every day. You missed him like crazy when he wasn’t around, but when he came back, it was simply magical. 

“I’ll love it,” he said.

“You don’t even know what it is yet,” you said. 

Bucky smiled. “I will love anything you get me. I thought we agreed on one present?” 

He shook his box but what you got him wouldn’t rattle. He grinned and then nodded to two more presents under the small tree. “So we’re both full of shit?” 

You chuckled as you grabbed your presents from him. The wrapping paper was silver with tiny penguins on them. The penguins had scarves on and you giggled about how cute they looked. 

“Same time?” You asked. Maybe it would be better that you didn’t see his face when he opened his presents. You were suddenly nervous about what you got him. It was likely stupid and he wouldn’t use it. 

He nodded. You both tore into your presents, wrapping paper flying all over the place. There was a green gift box underneath so you opened it. Inside, there was a giant, plush blanket hoodie in your favorite color. 

“Bucky!” You squealed.

“Your anemic ass is always cold and I’m not always here to warm you up,” Bucky explained. 

“I love it!” You hugged him, wrapping your hands around his neck and squeezing him tight. He chuckled at your enthusiasm and kissed your cheek.

“Merry Christmas, doll,” he said. “There’s more.”

Underneath the blanket hoodie, there were matching socks and a huge black shirt. You lifted it and a waft of Bucky’s scent washed over you. “Your shirt?” You asked.

“You like stealing them all the time. Figured it was time to relinquish one willingly.” He said. 

“You know me so well already,” you grinned and leaned up to press your lips against his. His stubble tickled your jaw as you kept going, loving his lips on yours. He groaned low in his throat and began to kiss along your jaw. 

You were starting to warm up as you flushed with need. You would never get sick of him. Of his hands on you. “Open the rest of your presents,” Bucky said and kissed your cheek.

“You’re no fun.” You playfully pouted as you unwrapped your other present. Inside, there was a vanilla bean candle, bath soap, and lotion. You looked at him and Bucky had his lips pressed together in a thin line.

“I know you like to pamper yourself. So…” He was nervous. 

“Aww,” you cooed. You dropped your head to his shoulder. He was so damn sweet sometimes. He paid special attention to things you told him in passing. He knew your favorite coffee order and your favorite foods by now. He remembered so much with ease, it made you sick. 

“This is the best Christmas ever,” you said. 

Bucky grinned. “Even with a dinosaur like me?” He asked.

“Especially with a dinosaur like you. Older is sexy now,” you said.

He mockingly groaned and pushed you off of him. You pushed him back with a giggle. “Wait till you get some gray in your beard. You won’t be able to get rid of me then,” you dropped your voice. 

“Oh really? Some gray in my beard? That’s all it takes?” He asked, matching your low tone. His eyes lowered to your lips and you licked them slowly on purpose. 

“You’re killing me here,” he said.

You laughed and nodded towards his presents. Time to rip the bandaid off. Bucky continued to unwrap his presents, having stopped to watch your reaction to his presents. He opened the small one first, removing a leather and pen set.

“You-you didn’t have to do this,” he said. 

“You go off to these amazing places and I know you can’t exactly stop and smell the roses. But I thought maybe you’d like to write them down sometime. You’ve been through so much, sometimes writing it out helps. You said once that you couldn’t always trust what’s in your head. You can trust your words though,” you said.

Bucky stared at the journal for a long time and you wondered if you said something wrong. Or if he heard you at all. 

“This…this is really sweet,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. You slipped your hand in his and he squeezed it gently. 

Bucky cleared his throat and moved on to his other present. This one was in a gift bag so he took out the tissue paper and revealed a brand new duffle bag.

“I know it’s not really all that Christmassy and you already have one. But this one is made to be a lot sturdier. And there’s more pockets!” 

Bucky stopped you with a kiss. “I love it,” he whispered against your lips. 

“You’re not just saying that?” 

“This means more to me than you’ll ever know. I wish I had the words,” he said. 

He kissed you again, robbing you of all breath and reason. You sighed as he kissed you, his expert tongue swooping in to tangle with yours. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders pulling him in closer. 

His hands drifted down your sides, grabbing your ass and squeezing it tightly. You moaned as his fingers dug into sensitive spots under your ass. Spots you didn’t even know were sore. 

Bucky lifted you from the ground effortlessly and placed you on the couch. He continued to kiss you and explore your body with his hands. Forget being cold, you were on fire now. Bucky kissed his way down your body, lifting your tank top to kiss your tummy. 

His teeth teased your overly sensitive flesh before grabbing hold of your shorts and peeling them off of you. His hands followed after to remove your panties. You lifted off of the couch to help slip them off your ass. 

Bucky then lifted your shirt off, revealing your breasts. He moaned as he gripped them, running his thumbs over your nipples. You moaned at the coldness of his metal arm. It wasn’t enough to dampen the heat coming off of him in waves, warming you up from the inside out. 

“I may not have the words, but I can show my appreciation in other ways,” Bucky said. He kissed your thighs. 

“You always show your appreciation in the best of ways,” you said. Your voice was breathy, needy. 

Bucky chuckled as he began to pluck on your nipples while nudging your legs apart. You draped your legs over his shoulders and he wasted no time suckling on your clit. “Ooof,” you moaned. Your thighs tightened around his head and your hands sunk into his short hair. He was starting to grow it out a bit more but you could still dig your fingers into his soft brown hair. 

Your pussy throbbed with every pass and swipe of his tongue. His fingers continued to deftly tug on your nipples, ensuring increased pleasure. Bucky’s messy eating turned you on even more, to the point that you were cumming in no time. 

“Bucky,” you moaned his name as you came. Your body was wracked with delicious shivers and contortions, your back bowing off of the couch. 

“Music to my ears,” Bucky said against your clit. You moaned, too sensitive now. Bucky bit your thigh, leaving a wet spot right there. He stood up and dropped his sweatpants, revealing that beautiful dick of his. 

He kneeled onto the couch, pulling you by your legs until you were positioned where he wanted you. Your ass hung off of the couch, onto his thighs. He licked his lips, licked your essence from his lips, as he rubbed his dick in between your soaked folds. 

You bit your lip as you watched the devilish smirk on his face. He teased your entrance with his dick, causing you to moan and shiver violently. “Please, please, please,” you begged. Your skin felt electric, poised on the precipice of what you know would feel so good. 

“Please what, doll? Use your words,” Bucky said.

“Dammit Bucky,” you whined. You needed relief. You needed that sweet fuckin’ relief that only he could provide. You twisted and writhed beneath him but he only continued to tease you mercilessly. 

“I’m waiting,” he said. 

“Please! I need you,” you moaned.

“Need me to do what?” He asked. He swirled the tip of his dick at your entrance. He slapped your clit a few times with his dick. The wet slaps were loud in the quiet room. It was filthy and lewd and you whined some more. 

“I need your dick inside me!” 

Bucky cooed. “Aw, was that so hard?” He asked.

“I’m gonna smack you when we're done,” you said.

“Oh? Maybe I should get up then,” he said.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare!” You chuckled but you were too wound tight. Your chuckles came out as little huffs, too out of breath to truly laugh. 

Bucky slapped your clit again and you ached. You felt so empty that you turned pleading, puppy dog eyes towards him. “Please, Bucky,” you begged, your bottom lip quivering.

Bucky grinned and tilted his head as he finally slid inside of you. You mutually groaned, the sound echoing each other. You let out a deep sigh as he finally slid further in with ease. 

“Never get over this,” Bucky said. 

“Never,” you agreed.

Bucky took hold of your fleshy thighs and began to snap his hips with a brutal, near punishing pace. He stretched you out marvelously, feeling every last inch of him. You felt full in the best way as if he were stroking straight into the deepest part of you.

He pushed your thighs apart a bit more and sank in deeper, finding your G-spot. “Oue, oue! Don’t stop! Right there!” 

“Right there?”

“Right there! Right there!” You gripped onto his forearms and held on as he kept that same spot, thrusting into you exactly how you liked. You watched his face. Watched how he seemed to lose himself inside of you.

You liked this view most of all. Not only that you two were joined and meshed together so perfectly. You liked how unrestrained he looked. How his jaw was slack, eyes nearly closed, and that tongue of his poking out the corner of his mouth. 

He took your breath away when he was focused on your pleasure like this. When he seemed to chase some unnameable ghost in his eyes. 

“Fuck, doll, you feel so good,” he moaned.

You matched his strokes, bouncing on his dick with him and he groaned even more. His eyes looked further down and you wondered if he was looking at your bouncing breasts or the way he disappeared inside of you. 

His strokes caused a delicious pressure to build low in your belly. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you moaned.

“Come on, doll. Let it go for me, baby,” he cooed. 

You finally tensed up and dug your nails into his skin as you came, flooding his dick with your arousal. He groaned and snapped his hips a final time before unloading inside of you. “Fuuuuck me,” he moaned. 

Bucky continued to pound into you, thrust into you. “Fuck, I love you,” you moaned. 

Bucky stilled and you closed your eyes. Fuck. You hadn’t meant to say that. “Look at me,” Bucky commanded.

You shook your head. Your pussy clenched around his dick, fresh with slick from the both of you. Shit. You groaned and dug the heels of your hands into your eyes.

“Look at me, doll,” Bucky said.

You shook your head again. “Being stubborn doesn’t work on me.” 

You groaned. You could not face him. You were mortified. It had only been a few months since you started dating. It was entirely too soon to confess love, right? 

How could you not love him? He was sweet to the point of giving you a toothache. He was considerate and old-fashioned in a lot of ways that you strangely craved. He opened doors for you, pulled out your chair for you. If you sneezed, he would take off his jacket and hand it over with a second thought. 

His cooking needed work, but he was right there in the kitchen helping you. You thought it would suck having someone in your space all the time. You very much enjoyed your independence. You knew that if you did have someone in your space, every little thing would annoy you.

If they left the toilet seat up, it was time for them to go. If they had the audacity to change your channel, you were kicking them out without a second glance. Being around Bucky, however, you just wanted more of him. Beyond the sex, you wanted him. 

You liked snuggling up with him. You liked staying up way past your bedtime talking and laughing with him. You liked hearing about the books he’s read and some of the sillier missions he’d been on. Things that didn’t involve killing and maiming and being a general menace to society. He told you stories about Wakanda and you loved the way his soft voice told you stories.

He was your personal melatonin. You fell asleep often listening to the cadence and rhythm of his voice. You were in it deep. Impossibly deep. Deeper than his dick still buried inside of you. 

Bucky pulled your hands away from your face. “Come on, open those pretty eyes for me,” he said. 

You were not that brave. You wanted to crawl into a hole and never leave. You opened your eyes anyway, prepared to see Bucky look at you like you were crazy. A few months of dating and you were talking about love? 

Blehh. It was a wonder he wasn’t getting dressed and getting the hell out of dodge. Bucky smiled and leaned forward until you were pressed chest to chest. His nose nuzzled yours.

“What did you say? Say it again,” he said. 

“I can’t,” you said. 

“Why not?” 

“It’s embarrassing,” you said and gave him a lopsided grin. Bucky kissed the tip of your nose.

“I’d like to hear it again,” he said.

“Are you sure? I can totally take it back,” you said.

Bucky shook his head and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “Say it again,” he whispered.

“I love you,” you said.

His dick twitched inside of you and you whimpered. How was it that he was still hard? 

“I love you, too,” he said.

“You know you don’t have to say it just because–” He sealed off your protests with a kiss. A gentle, deep, wet kiss that left you curling your toes and butterflies flapping like crazy in your stomach. 

“I love you. I have loved you for a long while now. Probably from the first moment I met you,” he said.

You wanted to tell him that he was full of shit. But Bucky never said anything he didn’t mean. A by-product from the time he was born. He was raised to be fair, honest, and kind. You thanked your lucky stars that your paths crossed. You hated that his life was taken away from him but you loved that it put him in your life. 

“Dammit, Bucky, I love you,” you said.

Bucky smiled against your lips and began to move. “Ouue,” you moaned as he began to glide and slide within you. Bucky kissed you as he did so, pouring all of his emotions into the movement of his body against yours. 

You made love now. Slow and gentle. His thrusts were a magic all its own, making you feel even closer to him than what you were. You stared into each other’s eyes as he pulled sweet moans from your lips. He kissed down every whine and whimper you uttered. 

Tears sprang to your eyes as your orgasm neared. “Bucky,” you sighed as it washed over you. Pleasure dripped down your spine, slow as molasses and just as sweet. 

Bucky called your name softly as he released his own slow climax, spilling inside of you and marking you in such a primal, base way. 

“I love you so much,” Bucky said. He kissed you again. 

“I love you,” you told him. 

“Come on. Think it’s time we try out your present,” he said. He slipped out of you with a groan. He helped you stand. He grabbed your candle, soap, and lotion and chased you into the bathroom where you continued to spend a very lazy, very naughty Christmas.

This is a follow up to It's a Little Warm. If you want to know how these two got together, start here! Read Part 1

There's also more Bucky to love! The Secret Bucky Files

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BROKEN SILVER LININGS: Chapter One

Chapter Summary: You’ll never forget the look on Steve’s face when he saw Peggy at the SHIELD base back in 1960s. A part of his heart still beats for her so when Steve goes to return the infinity stones to their time line, you push for him to go to her. Even if that means it’s the last time you see him.

Themes: dark themes (character mourning, dissociation, dehydration, starvation), angst

**

“I think you should go to her,” you finally tell Steve as he stares at you from the driver side of the car.

He’s been asking you what was wrong since you got into the car with him. It was time for him to return all of the stones back to their rightful place.

And there was a thought stuck rattling in your head since you woke up this morning. You woke up earlier than Steve did, which was absolutely unheard of.

You were surprised you were awake so early. You and the team had fought Thanos’ army yesterday so you should have been exhausted. But something kept you from sleeping.

You turned around in Steve’s arms, sighing when you press your hands onto his bare chest. Your eyes drift down to his bruised ribs back up to his relaxed face as he slept.

Even when he was sleeping, his features were strong. The sight made you remember the look on his face when he saw Peggy in the lab next to her office.

That was the first time he saw Peggy in decades. The two of you stayed there to avoid being caught by authorities when Steve noticed his picture on a desk.

And by complete coincidence, you chose to hide in Peggy’s office. The love of his life.

You knew how much he loved Peggy. But he had to come to terms with the fact that he missed his window.

So he stopped talking about her but he still kept a picture of Peggy in his wallet. Right next to yours.

Now he had a chance to be with her. And you knew he would come back to you despite that chance because he loves you and he’s a loyal man.

Deep down, the two of you knew he wasn’t in love with you because he was still in love with Peggy.

So it needed to be you to push him to do what he couldn’t before. Choose himself.

“Go to who, baby?” He asks, his face pressed to concerned frown. “To Peggy,” you said softly. “Doll,” he starts but you interrupt him.

“I love you, Steve. And I know you. I know that you don’t talk about her anymore because you thought that seeing her again was impossible. But look around us, Steve. We did the impossible. You have a second chance and I want you to take it.” You explained, holding his gaze.

His face fell at your words and you reached over to turn the car off, taking the keys.

“I don’t understand.. How long have you had this in your head? That I would leave you for someone who’s in my past?”

“A past that you’re going to visit in an hour.” You correct. “How long?” He repeats, readjusting in his seat.

“Since Tony’s funeral,” “My God, Y/N.” He rubs a hand over his face.

“She’s the love of your life, Steve. Are you really going to pass up that kind of opportunity? You only find that kind of love once. And I’m.. really grateful that I had the chance to be loved by you.” He takes in your words a moment and shook his head.

Taking your hand into his, he pulled you closer to the middle console.

“Stop talking like I’m already gone. You are the love of my life,” “You don’t have to lie to me to protect my feelings, Steve.”

Tears brimmed in your eyes at the word gone.

“It’s going to hurt but it’s for the best,” you sniffled, moving your hand away from him but he tightened his grip.

“You still keep her picture in your wallet. I know that when we were in her office and you saw her, that your heart skipped a beat.. you’ve never looked at me like that.” You reasoned, wiping a tear trailing down your cheek.

“Baby, please don’t do this.”

“If I don’t push you, you won’t choose yourself. You deserve to be selfish. You deserve the life that Tony was telling you about, Steven.”

You pulled away from him, you opened the car door taking a deep breath of the crisp, fall air.

Your tears were free falling, trailing down your neck ultimately staining your shirt.

He climbed out of the car and desperately trailed after you.

“I’ll drive the car back to the apartment. I’ll take care of everything on this end-“

“Stop,” he closes the distance between you and you took a few steps away from him.

You tried to speak again but he tells you to stop. He waits until you ceased your backpedaling to fully embrace you.

“Just stop, doll. Please don’t break my heart like this.” He says softly, holding your face in his hands.

“I don’t have a choice. You won’t do it for yourself.” “You’re right. I won’t do it,”

“Go to her. Please, for me, Stevie.” you croaked, falling into his chest as soft sobs bubbled in your throat.

You mumbled a please and he blinks away a few tears, trying to remain level headed.

“I’ll call Banner and tell him Scott needs to return the stones.” He says.

“No. No, you’re going to return the stones.” You pulled away from his chest to look up at him.

“I can’t leave you like this,”

“Swear to me.. on your mother’s grave, Steve.” you said flatly, stepping out of his embrace. You felt sick to your stomach but most of all, you felt tired.

“Okay,” he whispers while a few tears fell down his cheeks. Your sleepless eyes met his and you gave him a nod.

He forced himself to stay in place while he watched you walk back to the car but called your name when your hand touched the handle.

You stopped in your tracks and he came over to you, holding your face in his hands once again and kissed you warmly.

His thumb caressed the apple of your cheek and your body relaxed against his as he pressed your back flushed against the car.

Each time you tried to pull away, he followed your lips. He told himself that if he didn’t let you pull away that you won’t leave.

By the time he stopped kissing you, your lips were sensitive to the touch.

Your chest heaved with deep breaths, gripping his Henley for dear life as you stared up at him.

Your heart beats moved in synchrony the longer you held his gaze. Neither of you said anything.

Truth be told, you said everything you needed to say.

Steve wanted to stay because he loves you. You wanted him to leave because you love him.

And there was nothing either of you could say to each other change that.

**

Curled up in Steve’s side of the bed, softly inhale his woodsy, pine body wash from the sheets.

Each time you slowly blink, a stream of tears left your eyes.

You could hear your phone vibrating from where you had left it on the kitchen counter.

You had to silence your phone altogether because Steve kept calling you every two minutes once you left the compound in his car.

You knew he wanted you to say you were sorry and to take back everything you said about finding the life Tony told him about.

What he hadn’t told you was that Tony mentioned you when he said that.

He said that the love you and Steve had was just like the love him and Pepper had. Truth was, Steve had been wanting to ask you about kids for a while.

But he didn’t want to pressure you into it because you were still young.

To Steve, you still had your life ahead of you. You were 27.

Sure women were having kids younger than that in his time but times have changed.

Everything has changed. So of course a part of him wanted to go back to his time because it was familiar. But his time didn’t have you.

You had been in and out of sleep for most of the day. When you slept, you dreamt of Steve. And when you were awake, you thought of Steve.

Your eyes became dry as your mind separated itself from your body, disassociating to a place where you were the love of Steve’s life.

Bringing his hoodie up to your nose, more tears pricked your eyes.

You were worried that you would run out of tears before you had a chance to truly mourn him.

You didn’t think it was possible for you to love someone so much.

“What do you think, Buck?” Steve asks, watching his best friend blow out a long exhale.

“I think it takes a special kind of woman to let go of someone they love so they can be happy.” Bucky explains.

“She seemed.. serious. She hasn’t been answering my calls. I don’t know. It’s like..”

“A part of you is waiting for her to call you back,” Bucky finishes.

“Yeah,” “Listen, man. I’m sure Scott won’t mind if you called him up,” he explains. “She made me swear to on my mom’s grave, man.”

“I can only imagine how tough a choice this is. But whatever you decide, I’ll take care of her.” Bucky consoles and Steve relaxed a bit.

For as long as Steve could remember, he processed things in black and white. But for the first time in his life, he was living in the gray.

**

Your eyes grew strained the longer they fixated on a dot on the ceiling. Your eyes fluttered closed when the pressure behind them became unbearable.

Little did you know that Bucky had been by your apartment door trying to talk to you.

When he was met by silence, he chose to respect your space. He came back every day at 12:00 o’clock sharp.

By day two, he was getting concerned because there was no sign of life in the apartment. But he was give you some grace because you were mourning.

However he told himself that by the end of week, if nothing changed he would break the door down.

Today was the seventh day.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Bucky asks through the door. His voice became white noise like everything else.

He waits a few seconds before kicking the door down.

“Y/N?” He calls, his voice echoing throughout your apartment. His heart sank when he didn’t hear a heartbeat.

Rushing into the bedroom, his eyes widened as they fell to your unconscious body.

He brought a finger under your nose to check if you were breathing and the longer he stood next to you is when he heard your faint heartbeat.

Panic rose in his chest when he tried to lift your head up and your neck fell limp in his hands.

“Oh my God,” he ran into the bathroom and turned on the shower in cold water. Taking your body into his arms with one hand under your arms and one arm under your legs, he walks you into the bathroom.

He steps into the shower and sets you in between his legs, laying you underneath the frigid water careful to push your hair out of the way.

“Come on, Y/N.” He pleads, watching your face attentively but there was no expression.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t come in here sooner, doll. Please wake up.” He adds, rubbing the sides of your arms.

A sigh of relief left his lips when you started to stir against his chest.

“Oh thank God,” he breathes. “Hm? What’s.. what’s going on?” Your mouth felt dry as you tried to speak.

“‘S cold, James.” You curled into chest as he continued to rub your arms.

“I-I’m sorry.” He pulls away from you and turned off the shower.

You called him James out of respect because you noticed only people close to him called him Bucky. You haven’t seen him unless there was a huge fight that needed everyone’s help.

So you figured you had to earn the right to call him that.

He left the bathroom and came back with fleece blanket. He murmured for you lean forward so he could wrap the blanket around you.

He didn’t bother asking if you could stand, he took you into his arms again and walked you out of the door, kicking it closed with his foot.

In that moment you noticed the wooden door frame splintering around the inner edges.

A piece of wood was just barely hanging on by a shred, moving from the air of Bucky walking past it.

As much as you wanted to ask what happened to the door, you barely had enough energy to keep your eyes open- let alone talk.

“Steve,” you murmur, groaning when the throbbing behind your eyes started once again.

“Don’t worry about that right now. I’m taking you the hospital,” he answered but you couldn’t help but notice some of your neighbors staring at you with wide eyes and others with their phones brought up to their ears.

Others were recording Bucky carrying you down their hallway.

What the hell happened?

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A random au where bucky is a car mechanic who is fixing his single sexy next neighbor, reader's car. She was wearing slightly revealing clothes to want to get banged by bucky. Luckily it work!!!

The Piper: paid

A/N: Soooooooo fucking sorry about the time in between my last post my wonderful people. Doing my absolute best to make lemonade outta the lemons life keeps whippin at the back of my damn head. Anyway, next story will also be a request as I have so many to get done. Probs won't be doing any thing else till I get those done. Anyway.. On to the fic! Enjoy!

"Dammit!"

Bucky's frustrated outburst, along with something metal clattering against his garage floor is audible as I walk up his long, wide, driveway. Listening to him grumble aggressively about "a piece of shit black lil mercedes" makes me chuckle heartily to my self. Expletives about the damage I staged seems to be most common, along with a couple grunts from an unknown task clearly exerting his strength.

The way his breath puffs out entices the introverted slut in me to visualize him underneath me in immense bliss while I ride his dick to my satisfaction, those heavy huffing pants spilling from his lips. Hopefully today's the day I make my dreams come true.

Looking left to right, I notice there's not a soul outside at the moment. That just means step one of my plan is already in action. The dainty diamond rolex on my wrist confirms it's 5pm. Right on time to get fucked and filled with Bucky's nut till it leaks in my panties. Mmmm... Can't wait to rub em all over my pussy later; his milky cream acting as lube while I make myself cum so fuckin hard. I'm lickin my full heart shaped lips in anticipation while plottin on this poor unsuspectin man.

Passing by his new deep blue jaguar, I run a finger along its pristine paint job as I spot Bucky on a creeper underneath my Mercedes. He takes that moment to run a hand through his fresh cut dark locks while wishing it absolute death. It's impossible not to feel a smidge of guilt at the purposeful trouble Bucky's going through at the moment but if everything goes my way, I fully intend to make it up to him by the end of the evening. Shit, hopefully multiple times this evening. It's outta my power not to smile wide at the way my soakin wet pussy flutters at the thought.

Leaning against his ride with palms flat on the hood, I eye fuck my prize thoroughly. Daddy looks so fucking good in his fitted navy blue tee and snug black jeans on his back, his muscled thighs spread wide. The bottom of his shirt lifts a bit to reveal a peek of his firm, incredibly toned tummy as his hips jut upwards. Dark brown boots spread apart wide when he repositions himself, and the fat ass bulge in between his legs grabs my attention real quick.

I'm so fuckin horny just from starin at Bucky, that I gotta squeeze my thighs together for just even a hint of pressure on my pulsating center. My shorts are past drenched where they rest sticky against me. The arousal drippin out plasters my brown thick thighs as my needy little cunt clenches rapidly around nothing. My nipples are so fuckin hard from lightly rubbing against the extremely transparent fit I chose just for him.

"Hey Buck, whats the progress on my baby?" I finally grab his attention as I drum my glossy short jet black nails on the hood of his car.

The wheels on the creeper squeak as he rolls from underneath the source of his current troubles and stands. His eyes focus on the black grime on his hands and he heads to the small sink in the corner of his garage as he responds.

"Woman, I don't know how you manage to damage something on this vehicle every week but it's gotta stop. I'm startin think you just like to come see me."

"Well why not? You're a sight for sore eyes, good lookin."

He dries his hands while laughing at my brazeness and, as always, not taking my corny flirtation serious.

"Boy, you laughin like I won't fuck the daylights outta you right fuckin now."

That flippant response however has him spinnin on his heels to face me. Bucky's vibrant blue eyes grow to orbs and he's rendered speechless as he thoroughly takes in my damn near non existent ensemble. This man is staring at the swell of my perky titties so intently that I know step 2 of my plan is gonna be a piece of cake and I really hope its not my imagination when noticing a twitch from the protrusion in his black jeans.

Dropping the cloth in his hands to the garage floor, he takes long strides till he's standing outside in front of me. His pretty pink lips part and close multiple times as he struggles to speak as he gazes at my nipple covers. Wonder what Daddy's next moves gonna be..

Bucky doesn't say anything at first; but the way he lustfully takes me in gives me goose bumps. His big hands reach around me to grip under my ass and hoist me up against his body. I don't hesitate to wrap my arms and legs around him as he walks us to his parked car, layin me across the warm hood.

"Damn sweetheart, where you plan on goin lookin like this?" Bucky asks, eyes still darting around my body as he presses his clothed hard dick between my legs. The pressure of him against my pussy feels heavy, has my clit thumpin wildly and I'm grindin back without a thought.

"I have a date tonight." I respond breathlessly and that makes his light crystal cerulean eyes snap to mine.

"That right? What're you doin underneath me then, woman? Huh? A little pregame?" He teases, leaning in so close that our lips almost touch.

I shake my head at his questioning as my cheeks heat up from his words. Still, its difficult to feel true embarrasment as his hands glide slowly over my frame, leaving a trail of warmth that makes me press into his palms. Bucky's touch and proximity stuns me a bit, makes my brain fuzzy and pussy clench for him ferally. The small sexy smirk playin at the corner of his lips turns me on just as much as him dry humping me in broad daylight ontop his brand new ride.

"Huh y/n? Is that it? Did you come to me first cause you wanna cum for me first?" He chuckles at me.

Leaning down, his soft lips pecks light kisses from the cheek to my ear. His fingertips skim under my tight bottoms, so dangerously close to my clit as he nips and sucks at my skin. I'm moaning and nodding my assent as I tug him to press against me firmly by the loops of his jeans.

"Fuuuuck.. Lemme feel you then pretty girl."

Bucky's fingers finally dragging across my throbbing button lightly, makin me damn near seize underneath him. I do nothing to mask the loud gasp of his name as the pleasure from just one swipe has me squeezin my eyes shut and grabbin at the top of his jeans in a death grip.

"Damn, my girl is soooo sensitive."

His low groan at my ear makes my soaked pussy flutter quicker and I can feel myself becoming desperate from his teasing touches. The sensation of one hands roaming up my body to gently squeeze over my left tit as the other sweeps across my pussy has me choking on my breaths with a heaving chest. Bucky lifts his head to watch me as he slowly traces circles around my clit, never fully pressing down on it the way I crave.

"Pleeease Buck, pleeeeease." I beg for him to give me more as my incessant yanking on his bottoms pops open the silver button and zipper.

A surprising thanks to the foregoing of underwear is definitely due because I'm then gifted with fattest dick I've ever seen. He's so. Fucking. Perfect. Almost pretty if it werent how girthy his shaft is, the angry flushed head of his dick drooling an abundant stream of precum. I easily notice the weight of him prevents it from slapping upwards; the thick tip of his cock points at my slippery slit. I don't stop pulling at him, humping the tip of his dick while I continue to plead for him to give me what I want most.

"Okay, honey, okay. I'll give you what you want. But lemme take you inside- haaaah, ooooh fuuuuck.."

Our moans mingle togther as one of my harsh tugs forces a few inches of his dick inside my awaiting core. Bucky eyes are wide as saucers as he stares where we connect with an open mouth. His breathing is harsh and loud; strong chest rising and falling rapidly as he quickly grabs my hands from his jeans. I immediately grieve as his touch leaves my tit and clit but my pussy involuntarily clutches at the head of his dick as he pins my wrist to the hood of his car.

"Jesus, woman. Mmmm.. Dammit, aaaaahhh fu- you couldn't wait till I got you inside?"

"Noooo, James. Want you, NEED you noooow. Please Jaaames, pleeease!" I don't notice the volume of my voice rising as I start to lose my fuckin mind.

Bucky's gaze is piercing but frantic, darting from the small puddle forming underneath me on the hood of his car to the way I'm hangin off the end of his dick. But I think it's the way I whine his first name that breaks his resolve. He briefly halts pinnin me down to put my legs over his shoulders. He's then scooping my wrists together in one hand and covering my mouth with the other.

"Fine, pretty girl, don't say I didn't warn your bad ass. Tried to give us some privacy. Now you gonna take this dick no matter what."

The first pump of his cock has him slidin in halfway, the river spilling from me aiding his stroke in. Still, his fat ass shaft splits my delicate walls apart swiftly, the intense pressure has my glossy y/e/c eyes and lined lips opening wide. I squeal loudly gainst his palm, not expecting Bucky to already be sitting in my guts even though he wasn't all the way in yet. WTF..

"Fuuck, sobigBuck, you're HUGE." I whimper, peering up at him with vacant eyes. He leers down at me with a knowing smile.

"Yeah, but my girls gonna have to get used to it huh?" He asks, starting fuck up into my gushy slit.

I don't mean to yank at his hold on my wrists but his next 2 thrust are so fuckin deep. My resistance doesn't free me, though it pulls him off balance and he slides in to the hilt. The tension in my tummy deepens as I feel his cock diggin into my pussy in places no man's ever reached. If it weren't for the hand cupping my mouth, I'm sure the scream I let out would be deafening. Bucky moans out praises as I squeeze my eyes shut tight and try my best to breathe through my nose.

"You're doing so damn-ohshit- weeeeell honey, takin me sooooo good. Mmmmmm.. Chokin the fuckin life out my dick y/n. Not s-sure how long I can last in this hot, tight ass, little pussy, sweetheart. Fuuuuuuck.. Keep being a good girl for me, try to keep quiet okay?"

I can feel Bucky's stare on me even through my close lids, so I nod my compliance. In reality, I pray to god that i dont scream out 'Daddy' for the whole neighborhood to hear while he's dickin me down.

He takes his hands from my wrists and mouth, sliding them down for a quick grab of my plump brown breasts, then to grip at my waist. The pull of his dick slowly slidin out then swiftly plunging back inside has me panting loudly with furrowed brows. I have to cover my own mouth this time, both hands pressed against my lips as he repeats the motion of his hips over and over until he's fucking me in a unhurried but deeply precise rhythm.

"Ohmygod James! Sogood-you'resogood! Don't stop, pleeeease d-don'tstop!" My muffled cries are crazed as he finally stuffs me with dick.

"I won't, honey, won't stop till you cream all over me. Wouldn't dreeeeam of it, baby. Can't stop till you cum on my cock. Fuuuuuck you feel like heaven baby, pussy got me ready to nut an we jus started. Haaah oooh God, sooo good, need you to cum first, y/n."

I'm already covered in perspiration as the breeze races across my nut brown skin and cools me down. Its about the only thing I notice, sounds of the passing cars and chirping birds drowned out by the loud rushing in my ears as Bucky thoroughly fucks the shit outta me. The pleasure swirling in my tummy is so fucking taut, and I know when I cum it's gonna be fucking spectacular.

His unrushed pace begins to speed up, the impact of him pumpin into me rocks his car back and forth as his grunts become more frequent. My knees tremble near his ears from the onslaught, from hearing how good Daddy feels because of me.

He looks just as delicious as he sounds, his body so fuckin tense as I witness how he loses himself in my pussy. Normally his light blue eyes are what stun me, but the dark pupils so damn dilated captivate me into a trance. I stare back helplessly as he gives me the best dick I ever had.

The hands holding my waist clutch snugly, usin his leverage to help fuck me a bit faster. His dick twitches against my walls heavily as Bucky groans out his pleasure, grunts out how he can't take the creamy ring getting thicker around the base of his dick.

"Can I-mmmmohfuckohfuckhoney-can I kiss you sweetheart?"

The sugary sweet question is sudden and takes me aback, is almost funny considering how severely deep he's seated inside of me. I might've even laughed if I wasn't keening from the amazing dick I was currently receiving. Too overwhelmed to answer, I release my mouth and clasp my fingers behind his neck, pulling his face to mine.

Bucky presses a quick kiss to my mouth with soft pink lips. Then another. And one more, the third one deepening with passion. It doesnt matter that he slows the pace of his hips to a crawl again; he continues to grind and dig so deep that his cock curves and hits a firm but gummy spot inside my cunt. It's too damn difficult after that to keep in sync of his lips as he drags his spasming dick across my g spot with too much fuckin accuracy. My sobs against his mouth doesn't stop Bucky's assault on my body. I know what time it is when his hand leaves my waist to press a firm quick circle directly on my clit.

"Mmmmm, pussy f-feels too fuckin 'mazin y/n, sooooclosebaby. I'm gonna buss babygirl, gonna fill that pretty lil kitty to the brim. Need you to cum too, honey. Pleeease." Bucky pleas with me in between messy damp kisses.

I'm way too near my end for full sentences, but from the way I mewl 'James' repeatedly, he seems to get the point. His grinding comes to an abrupt halt before he pulls his dick all the way out and vigorously stabs back in over and over, smashing my g spot and flicking my clit ferociously.

"Bu- haaaah! Aaaahh fuuuu- James! Ohgo- mmmm.. Uhn, uhn, uhn, JAMES!"

My orgasm is almost incomprehensible at first, the pressure in my gut exploding, spiraling outta control and I squirt fiercely against his torso. Warm lips engulf my mouth, sucking and nipping, probably to hush the animalistic noises coming from me as I quiver and shake underneathe him. Its like an avalanche of sensation, so intense I have to grip and claw at his shoulders to ground myself.

"Ahhhh, fuck y/n! Can't take feelin you gush my dick like this. Gonna give this pussy just what she needs honey, fucking cummin sweetheart! Ahhhh shiiiit! Sogood, sogood! Fuuuuuck!" Bucky huffs and puffs his pleasure against my swollen lips.

His fist slams down against his hood, ceasing his rubbing on my pulsating clit as he spurts deep inside my trembling cunt. I can't help but to soak in his grunts of love and praises to me.

Baring his weight on me to keep me in place, he splashes another lava hot jet of cum against the walls of my pussy and it feels too fucking good to feel James Buchanan Barnes fill me up with savagely massive load of cum. I watch him quake as he erupts 2 more explosive sprays inside before pulling out, shooting the last of his cum on my cocoa brown slit.

"You planned this.." Bucky accuses, not wasting any time to catche his breath. His eyes planted where he smears his thick cream allover my pussy as he waits patiently for my response. Daddy doesn't stop till my pussy's covered in his cum. Only then does slip my legs from his shoulders, my snug bottoms back in place and his still very hard dick back into his jeans.

Tired eyes meet my heavy-lidded gaze but I take a few deep breaths to steady myself before I answer. My pussy is already sore but fluttering for more as I bask underneath Bucky's muscular frame.

"I did. Came up with a mastermind plan." I say proudly, my own smirk comin out to tease him.

"Oh really? And how many steps did this 'mastermind plan' have?" He asks with a raised brow, as he zips and buttons his pants

"Just 4." I answer shortly, knees comin up to squeeze at his hips and rub my hands down his abs to the loops of his jeans.

"Which were?"

"Well step 1, purposefully fuck up my car so-"

Bucky cuts me off mid sentence, leaning down so the tip of his nose almost touches mine. His hands grip each of my thighs firmly as quickly yanks me flush against his body and speaks in a low growl.

"I knew it woman! I've been wasting my fuckin time workin on your goddamn car for weeks and- You know what? Talk is cheap; time to pay the piper, honey."

[lovelywritinglady]

Can you do a part 2 of forgiveness??

Forgiveness pt.2

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Part two of "Forgiveness." You have forgiven Bucky and the two of you have become friends...or have you...

Angst, Bucky and reader are on better terms, fluff, slight sexual themes. Reader comforts Bucky.

It was bitterly cold as you strolled through downtown New York. You had bundled yourself up in preparation for your outing. However, despite the endless layers, the chill still nipped at your body. You were on your way to a bar that you and Bucky would meet at occasionally. It had been nearly two years since he had knocked on your old apartment door. He had made quite the effort over the last two years to make up for what he did to you. Despite you already giving him your forgiveness a few times. Bucky would go above and beyond making up for it by giving you flowers twice a week, taking you to dinner, lots hangouts, and he even bought you a nice penthouse with the money that he got from being an avenger. You could say that you had developed a little crush on him, but was way too nervous to ever tell him. Your past with him was mended, but you still had fear of the future, even though the two of you are now close friends.

As you arrived at the door you were met with beautiful blue eyes and a million dollar smile. Bucky's face lit up when he saw you as he opened the door so that you could enter the warm bar.

"Hey there Y/N." Bucky welcomed you.

"Hey Bucky, how are you doing?" You asked walking through the door making your way to the bar.

"I'm all good, how about you Darling?" He asked as you both took your seats.

"Same here, just cold." You told him as you rubbed your hands together gathering the warmth from the bar.

"Yeah, cold doesn't bother me much now with super soldier serum." He spoke casually as though that was the most normal thing in the world.

"Yeah, lucky you." you laughed grabbing the menu.

"Yeah I guess." He laughed coping you. "Watcha thinking of getting?" He asked looking your way.

"Not sure, not really feeling alcohol but food sounds nice." You mumbled. "What about you? Same old same old?" You asked Bucky giving him a cute smile.

"Yeah you know me." Bucky chuckled

The bartender then came up to the two of you, asking for your orders. You ordered F/F and F/D. Bucky ordered the same thing he always does: beer and pie. After the two of you chatted for awhile, your food came out piping hot. You both thanked the bartender and ate your food. It was warm and delicious and it's not surprise that this is the place you and Bucky like to go to for food or drinks.

"So when is your next mission? You asked as you took a bite of your food.

"Actually I'm taking a little break from the Avengers for a while." He said with sadness lacing his tone.

"Why is that?" You asked putting your hand on his shoulder giving him a conforting squeeze.

"I just need a break honestly, the last mission we went on really fucked with me and I lost focus. I realized that I've been distracting myself from the things that really matter." Bucky told looking in your eyes as he did so.

"That's understandable, Bucky. Even Avengers need breaks sometimes." You reassured him as you put your head on his shoulder giving him an awkward but loving hug.

"Yeah, I agree." Bucky responded wrapping his arm around you as the two of you settled into a comfortable hug. You then broke the hug as you paid attention to the meals in front of you with furious blushed on both of your faces.

Bucky paid insisting that since he was the one who asked you out that he should pay. You've learned to just roll with that as there is no way you can convince him that you can pay. You left the tip which made Bucky whine a bit, but he let you knowing that's what would make you happy. On your way out of the bar, Bucky once again opened the door for you. To which you gave him a gracious smile and thanked him for the meal and the time you had with him.

"Hey, you wanna hang out at my place?" You asked him feeling jittery from excitement and nerves.

"Sure thing darling, I've got time." He told you grabbing your hand. He then leaned down to whisper something in your ear. "May I hold your hand y/n?" he asked standing back up. You then leaned up to his ear and whispered too.

"Only if I can hold yours, darlin." You teased grabbing his gloved metal hand in yours as you began making your way to the penthouse pulling Bucky behind you.

After about a twenty minute walk through the shivering cold, you and Bucky had arrived at your penthouse. You reached your gloved hand into your left pocket grabbing your keys and unlocking the door. Both you and Bucky walked in and both made an audible sigh to the warmth of your home.

"Make yourself at home. There's booze in the firdge and snacks if you're still hungry." You told Bucky as you began stripping the warm layers off your body leaving you in your t-shirt and pants. Bucky copied you leaving him in a long sleeve shirt and a pair of navy blue jeans.

Bucky made his way to the couch making himself comfortable by spreading out his arms and legs. You followed him sitting next to him in a similar manner taking in the comfort of your couch that Bucky also happened to pay for. You remember at the time refusing all of the expensive things he wanted to get you as you could afford it yourself. However, he kept insisting and told you that he had nothing else to spend his money on and that you were more than deserving of nice things. You chuckled at that memory which caused Bucky to raise his eyebrow at you.

"Whatcha laughing at?" He questioned turning his body to face you more.

"Nothin." You teased coping his movements

"Been a while since I've been here. It looks nice I can tell you've put a lot of love into it. How's treating you?" He complimented

"God this place is nice Bucky" you sighed "Thanks again for getting this place for me." You told him putting your hand on his.

"Anytime doll, you know every time we see each other you thank me for this place." He teased moving so that his hand was on yours.

"And you always apologize every time we see each other." You teased back not realizing that you accidentially made Bucky feel bad.

"Yeah, well I've got a lot to be sorry for y/n. And I've got a lot to make up for." He spoke and you could tell he was about to cry.

"You aren't that guy anymore and I'm confident you never will be." You told him squeezing his hand sofly.

"I'm not so sure Y/n..." He whispered as a tear left his right eye.

"What do you mean?" You questioned

"I messed up real bad on the mission and went too far." He told you looking anywhere but your face.

"What do you mean, if you're not okay telling me than please don't." You told him trying your best to not make him uncomfortable.

"No, its okay i trust you." Bucky spoke sincerely. He paused for a minute, turning his head away from you. Bucky then sighed deeply rubbing his eyes before turning back to you. It was clear he was nervous and based on the past you both had together, he was scared that he would make you not want to be around him. He thought that maybe if he was honest you would turn away in disgust and be frightened again. However, he also thought that maybe you'd understand that the past was truly mended as you told him. Sighing once more he jumped the gun and told you. "The mission was a success and we saved everyone. We took out the bad guy," He breathed sharply rubbing his palms nervously. "The person we were after had the ability to mind control people. He decided to use his powers on me." Bucky pause once more examining your eyes but was met with kindness which gave him the confidence to proceed. "I attacked Sam and hurt him pretty bad. Somehow he managed to knock me out after a while and redwing shot him with a tranquilizer dart. But I kept going, I couldn't stop. I felt like how I did back then only this time I was aware of who I was and I had no control over my own movements. God I thought I was gonna kill him." Bucky told you looking the wall in front of him as tears fell down his cheeks. After a moment he looked at you. Just as he did you wrapped your arms around him, locking him in a tight hug.

"Bucky none of that was your fault. Like you said it was the work of the guy with those weird powers. You are not at fault." You expressed to him scratching the back of his head softly. You weren't scared of him and you haven't been in a long time. You knew that he was a good guy and you could feel your anger bubbling out because of what that guy did to Bucky. You kept your cool knowing that it wasn't what he needed right now. Your heart ached for him and all you wanted was for him to be safe and happy.

"But I hurt Sam I hurt him so had. He said that he wasn't mad but he hasn't really talked to me. Y/n I'm so scared-" Bucky rambled but was stopped when you suddenly kissed him. To say he was stunned was an understatement. He then grabbed your face recriprocating the kiss, leaning forward to capture your lips better. It was a sweet and gentle kiss. When the two of you broke the kiss, you stared at each other not knowing what to say in that moment.

Bucky knew he liked you but was too afraid to let you know, his feelings out of fear you would reject him. However, to him it felt like his whole body was erupting in fireworks. He decided to kiss you again only this time with more passion, making sure that he didn't go too far. You moaned into the kiss, feeling the passion on your lips from his. You pulled him closer making both of you backwards as you laid on your back. You then grabbed the hair on the back of his neck making him grunt as he pulled on your waist so that your chest was pressed against his. Bucky pulled away with a huge giddy smile on your face, panting as he did.

"I'm guessing you like me back?" He joked kissing you sweetly on the forhead.

"How could I not?" You told him sincerely caressing his cheek softly.

"Y/n, why do you?" Bucky asked sitting up looking at you as you followed his movements.

"Simple, you're a good person that has put in a lot of work in getting better. You have taken care of me and have been my dear friend for two years now. You handsome, charming, and kind. Bucky I really like you and I've liked you for a long time now and I have forgiven you for the man that you use to be. Because that man was not who you really are." You spoke honestly grabbing his hands in yours.

"God I love you." He whispered before realizing what he said. You made a shocked face but then smiled and kissed him multiple times on his soft lips.

"Well good thing I love you too Bucky Barnes." You spoke in between kisses.

You both ended up cuddling on your couch talking more about your lives and the fact that the two of you were now dating officially. You talked for hours but the just seemed to pass by like minutes. The night ended with the two of you fast asleep happy with the current state of your relationship.

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Reader: Bucky, may I please have a hug? I'm cold.

Bucky: Not right now, doll.

Reader: Please, Bucky!

Bucky: Doll. I have to finish this before Steve-

Reader: Fine!

Bucky: You wouldn't dare! Give me back my laptop!

Reader: Not until you give me a- What's with that smirk?!

Bucky: You want a hug? I'll give you a damn hug!

Reader: Wait! Put me down right now!

Bucky: You take my laptop, I'll take your afternoon.

[annekelovesreading]

[ofc-vi-writes-too]

More Bucky Headcanons just because ✨✨

some are +18 so if that makes u uncomfy or u are -18 please scroll!! It is clearly labelled where they start, so if u only want one or the other the division is there!!

this got kinda long lol sorry

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PG 13 SECTION:

• He has a lot of old fashioned/outdated beliefs so sometimes he’ll say something and you just have to look at him and go 😀😄😀 “no.” and then have a conversation with him about why what he just said is objectively morally corrupt. He’s very open to it and it doesn’t happen a lot but when it does he’s willing to understand and he asks questions about whatever messed up thing he said. He’s very progressive for a man who was in his early 20’s in 1945.

• he has a lot of old fashioned/outdated beliefs so ur dates are literally superior and your instagram is filled with people commenting things like “if you look closely you can see me swinging in the background” or “hey god its me again” and you cant forget the classic “when will it be my turn.” He brings you flowers at least once a week, and chocolates are a MUST for him, and as soon as he found out about edible arrangements there is one on your desk at work at least once a month. you tell him your gonna get fat from all the sweets he brings you and he says “good” and thats the end of that convo.

• on the note of food, he’s a fantastic cook. Most of the time. He has tried on multiple occasions to feed you depression era foods (balogna caserole, jello molds, pea pasta, etc) one time he made you a jello mold with olives and tuna in it and you got physically sick (it was the first time he saw you throw up so he kinda just stood there like 😬 and patted your back like “there there, my bad ill never give you tuna+jello in the same dish again” which he STILL makes for himself) so he decided to stick with more modern recipes for actual meals (which are always delicious). But he swears on his life that dessert recipes were better when he was a kid, and he always bakes you the sweets his mom made when he was little such as, apple pie, wacky cake, water pie, prune pudding, frozen fruit salad.

• he really likes crispy cookies so he’ll take urs out when theyre cooked the regular amount, and he leaves his in the oven for like another 10 minutes at minimum. He likes it best when the edges of the cookies are literally burnt and when the chocolate even gets crispy. He dips em in milk though which i guess is slightly redeeming? But the crunch on his cookies should be punishable by law. It counds like crisps when he chews.

• Texts like:

Bucky ❤️❤️

Hey…

hey?? u good?

Yes. I just wanted to say

I love you…

ilyt.. y r u being

so ominous?

I am not…

I just wanted to send you

this big long paragraph chunk

about how much I love you. It

has to be grammatically correct

because I’m old and it will take

me 15 minutes at minimum to

finish typing this text because

I am typing with one hand, and

I have big thumbs. Thank god

for voice memos. Also what

does OMG mean?

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it drives you insane but he physically cannot comprehend any other way to text. He also had a flip phone until you forced him to get a new one. When he gets it he doesn’t send you texts anymore, and instead only sends voice memos (its so much faster)

• loves a sweet treat but is terribly embarrassed about it. Literally the trope where the big scary guy orders a black coffee “for himself” and his cute girly gf gets like a sugar unicorn rainbow suprise, and after they get their drinks they switch. He makes you order it with extra whipped cream and sprinkles. If you like sweet drinks too, he will still order the black coffee and not drink it. He will consistently order 3 drinks despite there only being 2 of you. Sometimes he drops it off w Steve because he knows he likes black coffee and he hates waste, but he is still too embarrassed to just order his drink.

• cried watching Up, Toy Story 2, The Princess and the Frog, Moana, The beauty and the beast (which was ur halloween costume the year he first watched it. His choice.) and Cars (you still don’t know why he cried about cars to this day and it has been YEARS.)

• despite being an ex assassin, when he’s not in fight or flight mode he’s terribly unathletic. He talks big game before a bowling date and he literally bowls a 45. You didn’t know anyone over the age of 8 could score that low in a game where you simply roll a ball. You also took him to In Shape to play tennis and he hit a car with the ball.

• his body physically cannot handle energy drinks. as much sugar as he consumes, energy drinks make him jittery and paranoid for some reason, and despite being a relatively quiet man, he doesn’t shut up when there’s a red bull in his system

• pro legalizing weed in all states. Tried an edible one time before bed because he overheard someone say it or read somewhere that it can help with sleep, and he swears he had never slept that good in over 100 years of being alive. Even pre super soldier serum.

• He’s a man of few words so in the beginning of u 2 going out there would be long periods of awkward silence. He took you on a lot of movie dates so he could avoid this problem as much as possible.

•Def doesn’t wear his arm to bed so you guys have an easier time spooning. You don’t have to deal with the problem that a lot of couples have where you wanna cuddle but his arm falls asleep cs ur laying on it. but for him theres no arm to lay on!!!! yippeee!!! Cuddling in bed typically looks like him being the big spoon with his right arm around your waist. His left shoulder is in whatever position his decides is comfortable that night. He also has a habit of not sleeping with his head on the pillow so you typically feel his nose/breathe against the small of your back. He often kisses you there while rubbing your side to put you to sleep

• cuddling is a little different when he has a bad nightmare tho. Sometimes he doesn’t want to cuddle so he’ll lay on the floor on your side of the bed and go back to sleep there, or at least try to. Thats usually what happens if you don’t wake up. If you do, you go and get him a glass of water, and a cold rag to wipe is sweat off. You give him a minute until he’s ready to lay back down. He lays on his back, and you suction yourself to his side. One leg over his and your arm on his chest, rubbing soothing patterns to try and slow his hammering heart. You kiss where you can reach, but he’s huge, so its usually just his shoulder and chest, and you tell him all your favorite things about him, and how much you love him, and how safe he is here in your arms. It works 95% of the time.

RATED R SECTION:

• its ur lucky day if ur a pillow princess! he likes being able to physically take care of his partner without them having to do any work. He feels like it’s his way of saying thank you for staying with him thru all his trauma and whatnot

• if his s/o is plus sized he will make the effort to be able to lift 2 times their weight bare minimum (which doesn’t take that much effort on his part), and he gets a little smug when he lifts his partner up against the wall the first time and they’re a little shocked because hey no one has ever been able to do that before what is happening oh noooo BOOM you’re in love

• usually not the one to initiate anything. He feels like he’s pressuring you when he does, but you can always tell when he’s in the mood because he gets clingy and cannot look you in the eye.

• in the same vein, he doesn’t really get horny that often but when he does… whew chile GOOD LUCK. Super human stamina is a gift and a curse with him!!

• he doesn’t like to mark you up, but he loves it when you do. He likes getting done and seeing the scratches on his back in the mirror, or having to cover up hickeys with turtlenecks. His favorite is when he makes you help him cover the harder to hide ones to his with makeup. (he bought the right color for himself but didn’t know how to use it). LOVE LOVE LOVES when you bite him.

• Again, he’s typically a man of few words but he will mumble random things “to himself” but loud enough for you to barely hear it too. a lot of “so fucking good,” “pretty girl” “all mine” “all yours” “tell me I’m yours” “say your mine” and other things of that nature

• I think I said this in the last one but I’m a firm believer that he wouldn’t wear his arm unless he had to/felt unsafe. and I would argue that he feels pretty safe if yall are doing the shaboingboing. SO holding you is a little difficult for your amputee bf. Getting into a good and comfortable position for both of you tends to bring a lot of laughs.

•He likes to touch you a lot while y’all are getting down and dirty. It helps ground him in a way. He struggles a little bit with dissociation, even when getting intimate so being able to feel your skin under his palms helps keep him on Earth and focused on getting his s/o off.

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A/N: thank you if you resd this far. dont be shy and leave a note behind! i have more chapters of friends dont on the way i swear. Im genuinelu just slow IM SORRY AHH

anyways good night cuties 🌙💫⭐️✨

[ramp-it-up]

(Not Stucky)

Living together in NYC as recipients of the prestigious Stark Fellowship was fun times for you and Bucky (football quarterback), and Steve (captain of the lacrosse team). Work and play was a fever dream for your beautiful and talented group. When the harmless flirting between you and your besties goes further, you find that you have feelings for one, maybe both of your roommates.

What’s a girl to do?

Sugar

Steve and Bucky. You’re caught in the middle but these two friends don’t share, they compete. Who will win? And will it be you?

A game of Truth or Dare is the tipping point.

Sugar, Sugar

You made your choice. But now he’s going 5000 miles away. And you were not consulted. Your other roomie is right there and it’s his birthday.

[maiyasuniverse]

Kitty Kat

Bucky x Fem!Plus Size! Reader

Warnings: Abusive Ex, Light Language

A blast from your past comes back.

You pulled the blanket closer to your body missing Bucky's warmth, the smell of his cologne was embedded in your small apartment. You smiled at the realization that you have been having someone who truly cared for you around. You could hear him humming the lyrics to Beyonces Kitty Kat, he had been enamored by the song since he heard you sing it in the car.

A firm knock on the door pulled you out of the trance of his terrible vocals. It also piqued his interest because just like the music was gone, the apartment was dead silent.

"Was that the door Doll?" His head peaked through the bathroom door, eyebrow quirked but his face was soft.

"I'm sure it's just the neighbor, I got it. Go back to your shower and Beyonce." You sent him a grin and got up to open the door. The bathroom door never snapped back closed and the music didn't start back but sure enough, he hopped back into the shower.

Looking through the peephole you let out a sigh and cracked the door, it was your ex.

"Please leave Alex, I told you we were done and we are. This." you motioned between the two of you. "Is done." Your tone was hushed not whispering but you surely didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of Buck like this.

"Y/N it was a mistake you know you want to be back you always take me back, your my favorite girl and I'm your only guy remember." You shook your head and pointed your gaze to the man you thought you loved.

"You cheated on me with my friend, you broke me, and not only did you damage the little bit of self-esteem I had, but you also broke the only friendship I had. You left me with nothing and now you come back expecting me to invite you in? Don't come back here. Ever."

You went to slam the door in his face, but he wedged his foot in just in time. There you were hyperventilating after you just put the show of a lifetime on, all for it to fail. You tried to be brave, you tried to be bucky.

"Woah now, what happened to my sweet girl? She would never try to shut me out. I like the brat, it kind of suits you, but brats always need to be put in their place." Your hand was still pushing on the door and you didn't realize that until he was pushing the door open further and the wetness of Bucky's chest was against you.

He pulled the door open fully, clad in a towel hanging dangerously low on his hips.

"Is there a problem?" You were standing between the two of them and you could feel your heart fall into your ass. You never talked to Buck about your previous relationships, in any aspect, you managed to master ignoring your trama.

"Yes, you're in my home with my fiance naked, I would say we have a fucking issue." He stepped toward the door and Bucky gave him a silent nod.

"Well, her telling you to leave killed any chance of this becoming a conversation, try to open this door and I promise to not be so pleasant."

Bucky slammed the door with his vibranium arm with so much force the wall shook.

"Buck, will you let me explain myself, please. I promise it's not what you think." He didn't look mad or upset or even phased.

"I don't think anything, Doll. There are certain situations we haven't told each other about yet, I don't blame you as I'm sure you wouldn't blame me. I just want you to know that when you're ready I'm here. Come Here." Bucky wrapped his arms around your soft body and his warmth ate away your anxiety.

"I am really sorry Bucky, I feel naked here. I've been wanting to tell you, all those times, I've clammed up on you not only in just little cute moments but at the wrong time. Sex. Conversations. You're so great you just let it go. I've never had that. There's a lot I've never experienced until I met you." You could feel the tears burning, and your chest tightening.

"If you're not ready you don't have to talk about it now Doll."

"No, I want you to know if you're going to even consider being with me. You have to know me right. I met Alex before w.e even graduated high school, I know you're probably expecting me to say he was sweet and nice from the beginning but he wasn't. I was the chubby, black girl in our class, and at some point, I feined for attention and he was more than willing to give it to me. He didn't give me the attention of a girlfriend until I turned 20." You sat on the couch and continued to tell him the story of your sad, sad love life.

"He had this pathetic saying 'You're my favorite girl, and I'm your only guy' I was so desperate for anyone to love me, even my parents stopped talking to me. He fucked every friend I thought I had, and I accepted it. He beat me and I thought I deserved it because I am weak."

"Don't talk down on yourself, you deserved love. You looked for it, and you fell for what you thought you deserved. You are not weak, you were never weak, you are resilient. You stood up for yourself you're wonderful. No man should ever be able to bring you that much fear. Not ever. You deserve the universe and I'll serve it to you on a platter if you let me.

Part Two coming soon!

[yn-honeybun]

Let me back it up

MDNI (18+)

Hey guys it’s been awhile since I’ve written some fanfic and I recently watched Captain America: The Winter Soldier so I’m in the mood to write some Bucky x black!reader. (Post Wakanda Bucky)

Summary: You’re at your family reunion with Bucky. And although you guys have been together for years now, this is his first time at the “cookout”. And then someone plays a certain song and now your on the dance floor throwing it back.

Headcanons/drabble

This was the first family reunion/cookout you guys had in years. Everyone was so excited to finally be all together in one place. All the grandmas, aunties, and moms cooked while the uncles and grandpas set up the outdoor activities.

You and Bucky had been together for a couple of mouths now and he's meet your immediate family, but now it was time for him to meet the whole family. So far so good

Bucky was a little nervous to meet everyone.

Especially with his metal arm. He feared that everyone would look at him as if he was a monster

You explained it to your family that he was in the military and lost his arm during a mission gone wrong.

Everyone thanked him for his service🫡

That made him feel a bit better

At first he was very stiff and mostly stayed by your side.

Well that was until one of your auntie's called you over to help her in the kitchen. You gave him a quick peck on the cheek and remind him that if he needed you just to call you on your cell.

You'd check in on him ever so frequently and he began to warm up to everyone.

Then came the rush of kids on him and he was thriving.

He was all smiles as your cousins, nieces, and nephews climbed him like the monkey bars.

You threw a thumbs up at him once he looked up at you.

Some of your cousins started to braid his hair

That's when all of a sudden the music switched up and No Hands came on IYKYK. Almost as if a flip switched inside of you, you bolted to the mock dance floor. You started tearing it up. Everyone was gassing you up

Bucky walked over to try and find you

Then he saw you

He froze

Your ass was just bouncing all over the place

He was shocked

This was the first time you twerked in front him

Now of course you twerked before, but you were a bit too nervous to twerk in front of him I'm projecting

He had to adjust his “pants” a couple times while you were doing so.

Once the song was over you walked to him to check in on him.

"You alright babe?" You said noticing his uncomfortable face

" I don't know doll, you tell me" he said smirking then looking down at his piece.

You followed his gaze and gasped, "Well I guess we better do something about that, huh"

You took his hand and lead him to the bathroom, where you fixed his problem....🤭😏

[megamindsecretlair]

It's a Little Warm, Part 4

Pairing: Bucky x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Cursing. Allusions to abusive, toxic parents. Mentions of private parts. Mild age gap. Reader is late 20s and Bucky is mid 30s. Dom Bucky. Finally, some smut! Dirty talk, PIV and unprotected sex. Fingering, fem receiving. Part 4 of 5. Some sentences are intentional AAVE.

Summary: Sam Wilson is your play uncle and has invited you and Bucky to stay at a cabin with him, Sarah, and the kids. At dinner that evening, you promised to pay Bucky back for leaving you unfulfilled. You should've known that he'd take the reins right back.

Word Count: 2,831k

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A/N: Holy wow, four parts already? I know this took a while to get out. My brain wasn't braining, okay?! And I have nothing to say for myself, except I'm feral again and Bucky can always get it. Sorry if I missed any warnings. While likes are awesome, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers!

taglist: @softimgyu @blackreaderatrisk @braverthanthenewworld @multiversefanfics @monaeesstuff

The look on Bucky’s face was well worth putting on this dress. The only ones at the table at the moment were Aunt Sarah and the boys. The boys were oblivious, into a video game they played at the table. Aunt Sarah snapped her fingers and gave you a knowing look.

But Bucky’s face…you wish you could capture that look on his face. His eyes were narrowed, his nostrils slightly flared. He had a smirk on his face like he knew something you didn’t and you hoped that meant he was imagining ripping the dress off of you. 

You sat down next to him and blinked up innocently at him. “Hey everyone,” you said.

Bucky rubbed his jaw and sighed. Aunt Sarah shook her head and said hello. “How ya feeling?” She asked you.

“I’m fine. Damn, ya’ll are dramatic,”  you said.

The kids made fun of you for cursing. “Oh, stay out of grown folk business,” you said and stuck your tongue out at them. They stuck their tongues out at you. Aunt Sarah fussed at them to put the game away.

You snaked your hand on to Bucky’s thigh. It was thick and firm and to his credit, he didn’t jump. He looked at you and smirked. “What do you think you’re doing?” He asked.

“Having a bit of fun. Don’t we have fun with each other?” You asked.

“You’re playing with fire, doll,” he grumbled, low enough for just you to hear.

“I’m counting on it.” You grinned as Uncle Sam came outside, carrying a large tray of meat. 

Steam rose up from the steaks he cooked. It simmered in light grease and the marinade he used. Your mouth watered as he settled it in the middle of the table. Also on the table were various bowls that Uncle Sam and Aunt Sarah put together after everyone had come inside. 

You inched your hand closer to Bucky’s dick and his leg finally twitched. He ran his tongue over his canine as he looked at you. His heavenly blue eyes promised holy retribution and you shivered.

Together, you said a small grace before bowls were being passed around in a circle. You took a piece of steak and put it on your plate, along with veggies and mashed potatoes. You grabbed a hard cider from the side of you, and you all dug in, trading stories.

Night was starting to wash away the rich hues of orange and pink and lingering blue. Stars peaked out overhead. The heat finally died away, casting a gentle breeze off of the lake. The sun still hung around though, as if it didn’t want the day to end either.

“Man, and then he let some little girl whup his ass!” Uncle Sam chuckled as he talked about Bucky.

“You try balancing on a moving truck against super soldiers. Not all of us have wings,” Bucky playfully grumbled. 

Bucky wiped his mouth with his napkin and then placed his hand on your thigh. As he spoke and recounted what happened with the Flag Smashers, he talked animatedly with his left hand. His right hand, however, the sneaky bastard inched it over your thigh. 

He lifted the hem of your dress and teased your pussy over your panties. You bit your lip to keep from moaning. You concentrated on keeping your face neutral. Ain’t no fucking way he was going to try and turn the tables on you now, while he was telling a story. You had shown mercy letting him eat his food in peace.

As he spoke about Uncle Sam also getting his ass kicked on said truck, you slipped your hand back on his thigh. You ran your hand along his thickening bulge that seemed to keep growing the more you played with him. And damn him, he didn’t falter in his story once. You searched further, for the tip, and ran your nails across it. 

He choked for a bit and you hid a smirk. Bucky kept choking and he took a sip of water.

“Yeah, you know that was a lie. That’s why your ass is choking,” Uncle Sam said. The table laughed. You kept running your nails across his tip before he moved his hand out from under your dress.

He drank some water and you removed your hand. There was no way he could stand up now. Not without broadcasting that he was as hard as brick.

“I’m choking trying to get it out without laughing,” Bucky said with a grin. Uncle Sam smirked and drank his beer.

“Then what happened?” AJ asked. 

“Boy, you’ve heard this a million times,” Aunt Sarah said.

“I like hearing it,” AJ said with a shrug.

Aunt Sarah looked at you and rolled her eyes. You laughed and shook your head. 

“You sure you’re okay?” Aunt Sarah asked.

While Bucky continued to entertain the kids, you leaned over a bit.

“I am fine. Can ya’ll please stop worrying about me?” You asked.

“I know what this time of the year means…”

You waved her off. “I’m better than fine. I promise. It doesn’t hurt anymore. Do you believe me?” You asked.

Aunt Sarah searched your eyes, but with the approaching darkness, you hoped it hid how wide your eyes must look or how you were blinking too much. Yeah, this time of the year fucking sucked. When you decided to cut your parents off, it wasn’t a quiet parting. Half the neighborhood heard your screaming match.

Aunt Sarah let you stay with her while you shuffled what little things you managed to keep out of your parent’s house. She helped you grieve and mope. Helped you find a gig and move out to your own place. You didn’t need them. They were nothing more than tissue donors.

Aunt Sarah gave you one last look before nodding. You breathed a sigh of relief.

You tuned back into the conversation just as Bucky started mouthing off about John Walker.

“Don’t ruin the mood with that dollar store Captain Colonizer,” Uncle Sam barked out a laugh and nearly choked on his beer.

“Please, leave the name calling to Y/N. She’s better at it,” Aunt Sarah said and laughed.

“Hey, I’m better at names than she is!” Uncle Sam said.

The table was quiet for about two seconds before everyone erupted into a fit of laughter. It instantly raised your mood and you had tears in your eyes. “All ya’ll suck,” Uncle Sam grumbled.

“Can we go look at the stars now?” AJ asked.

“Yeah, it’s dark enough!” Cass seconded.

“Barely. You’re sure?” Aunt Sarah asked.

The kids nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, let’s go!” Uncle Sam was nothing but a damn kid himself. He challenged the kids to race him to the edge of the lake. Aunt Sarah shook her head.

“They love it when he comes to visit,” she remarked before she stood up and started tidying up.

“You go on ahead. We’ll clean up. The least we can do since you cooked,” Bucky offered.

Aunt Sarah gave him a look that definitely said she wasn’t buying that lame ass excuse. Bucky chuckled and licked his lips. “I swear. I was raised to help. I feel useless just sitting here,” he said.

“It’s called a vacation,” she said.

“Never understood the term.” He turned on his charming smile, the megawatt movie star one he was fond of tossing around. It should be illegal. He definitely knew what he was up to when he sicced it on people.

Not even Aunt Sarah was immune. Her face still held a skeptical look before she looked at you and raised her eyebrow. You gave her an innocent look.

“Clean up thoroughly,” she said ominously, looking at you specifically.

“Ew!” You said and waved her off. She laughed and headed across the yard towards the docks where Uncle Sam was pointing into the sky for the kids.

Once she was a safe distance away, Bucky looked at you. “You think you’re pretty cute, don’t you?” 

“Of course I’m cute,” you said. He chuckled and stood up, his dick at full attention and straining against his dark jeans. He gathered up some of the dishes, just like he said. He carried most of it, while you grabbed the tray that held the steaks and walked into the kitchen. 

No sooner had you both put your dishes down, did Bucky pull you by the hand and crowded your space. He stepped close, too close, until your bodies were pressed together. “You’re a fucking brat that doesn’t listen.” 

You blinked innocently at him. “I do listen, I swear. I’m just not used to being denied an orgasm. I don’t like it,” you said.

“You seem to have a hard time understanding who’s in charge here,” he said. His face did an adorable scrunch and you resisted the urge to smooth the furrow in his brow.

“Not really. We both know it’s me,” you said. You trailed your hand over his stomach and down his legs until you cupped him. He grinned, slowly, and ran his tongue over his lips. 

“That right, doll?” He asked.

“Yup. I’ve got you wrapped around my cute little finger,” you said. Bucky chuckled and threw his head back. Whether he was praying for patience or praying for strength you didn’t know, you just wanted him to touch you.

Bucky looked out of the window, to check on the family. He crossed the kitchen and turned off the lights, plunging you into near blackness. The porch light from outside cast long shadows on the kitchen floor.

Bucky grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the pantry. You yelped as he was none too gentle about it. He shoved you inside and closed the door, only leaving a tiny crack.

“You are such a fucking tease. You want it then?” His voice was breathless and seemed louder in the close quarters of the pantry. It wasn’t terribly huge, just big enough for three people to step into comfortably.

You couldn’t see him. You could only feel him as he fumbled with his belt and jeans. The metal of the buckle hit one of the shelves. The slide of the zipper pulled down. Next he was grabbing you by the hips and twisting you exactly how he wanted you, your back against his chest. He used his boots to slide your legs wider.

“Hands on the shelf, doll.” 

You complied. Your harsh breaths mixed with his as anticipation steadily built inside of you. Despite the desperate need you knew you both felt, his hands on you were slow and methodical. He ran his hands along your bare arms, down your sides. He cupped your breasts and you sighed.

He brought his head down to rest against yours. His fingers bunched up your dress. “So fucking needy, aren’t you?” 

You nodded. “Words, doll,” he said.

“Yes,” you said.

He kissed your neck, licked it. His breath fanned over it, creating a heady mix of sensations you could barely keep track of. 

“See, I wanted to do this nice and slow thing like a gentleman. Stretch that pretty pussy so you’d be ready for me and you’d be comfortable. But your needy ass couldn’t wait that long, could you?” 

“No,” you whimpered. His filthy words made you ache so painfully. You needed his hands on you. Where it mattered. Then the bastard groaned in your ear. 

You brought your hand back to play with his soft hair. He grabbed it and placed it back on the shelf. He chuckled. “I’m gonna have to teach you to fuckin’ listen.”

You ground your hips into his crotch. You didn’t care how pathetic you looked. You were only glad the light were off. There was nothing but feel and the sound of his voice. 

“Nothing to say?” He finally began to slide your dress up and over your thighs, over your hips. “You were so confident a few minutes ago.” 

“Dammit, Bucky…” You didn’t have time for teasing. He had been teasing you for the past day and a half. Everything he did was a tease. If he glanced at you, he was teasing. You couldn’t take it anymore. 

The bastard chuckled. He slid his hands inside your panties, going right to the core of you. You ought to be embarrassed by how wet you were for him. “That’s my girl,” he growled in  your ear.

He played with your clit, rubbing his fingers over and over in slow circles. “More, I want more,” you moaned.

“You want more? Beg me for it. Since you have me wrapped around your little finger.” 

He would choose now to throw your words back into your face. You didn’t care. Not as long as it meant you could finally have him. 

“Please, Bucky. Please fuck me,” you begged. “Please, please…” you cried. The more he played with you, the higher up on your tiptoes you went. His fingers felt so good playing with you. The wet suction of his fingers sliding into your pussy helped to drive your desire higher and higher.

“Shh, relax. Relax,” he whispered as he slowed his pace and made you sink back to the floor. He continued to go slow as he whispered and put you at ease.

He chuckled again and bit your ear. “You beg so pretty for me. Gonna have to try and keep quiet, okay?”

He slid his metal fingers into your hair and pushed you forward so that you were bent over. He used your slickness to coat his dick. Then, he moved your panties to the side and slid home.

You both cried out in a breathless moan as he filled you up completely. He left no room whatsoever. “Shit,” you cried.

Bucky chuckled and bit your ear again, holding on to your hip with his free hand as he began to move. He moved all the way out before slamming back in. He did it a few more times as you adjusted to his size. You slid easily. You were so wet, it started to leak down the inside of your legs.

The only sounds in the tiny pantry were his grunts, the wet slap of your thighs on his, and the whines you couldn’t keep quiet, no matter how much you wanted to. He set a brutal pace, slamming into you over and over. You dropped your head to the shelf in front of you and rode him. 

“That’s right. Move that ass. Gonna make me do all the work?”

“No…” You cried. 

“This what you wanted, huh? You wanted this cock inside this pussy,” he whispered.

“Yes, yes…” His fingers dug into your hip as he went deeper, hitting a spot no other man had been able to find. 

You felt him twitch inside of you. You were too far gone to make a snarky comment about it. You just needed to reach that peak. As if you were at the top of a rollercoaster and you were about to fall over. You were nearly there. You could feel it, gathering low in your belly. 

He groaned and whimpered in your ear. Both of you were dizzy with pleasure. “Come for me, doll. Come on, I can feel it. I can feel you squeeze this cock.”

You clenched painfully on him before he thrust deeper and you exploded around him. Your orgasm shook you to your core. You unraveled and it was only by his hand in your hair and on your hip that you didn’t float away.

You bit your lip so hard you tasted blood, trying not to scream the way you really wanted to. Bucky thrust one more time before he joined you, shooting cum into you. He kept going. He kept fucking it into you as if trying to brand himself there.

When he stopped twitching, he collapsed against you, pushing you into the shelves. Your breaths mingled as you tried to find a way back to your body. His mouth was against the back of your head.

He panted and groaned. He kissed your head. He kissed your jaw and the side of your neck. “That’s my beautiful doll. You’re so gorgeous.” He continued to kiss you and rub his hands up and down your arms as he stayed lodged inside you. 

Your legs were wobbly and you shook in front of him. You huffed and panted, calming down from such a powerful rush. 

He started to slip out of you and you felt a tiny rush of his cum leak out. It was obscene and so fucking hot. You moaned at the loss of him. 

He grabbed your chin and twisted you around until he could kiss you, his lips moving sloppily over yours.

“The hell are ya’ll at?”

You gasped. You had just enough time to fix your panties before the door swung open. Bucky moved quicker, shielding you from Uncle Sam.

“The fuck is going on here?!”

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[itsthestutterforme]

SERIES ANNOUNCEMENT: Broken Silver Linings

Series Summary: You and Steve have been together since he asked you to help him take down SHEILD. You had been through a lot together and the two of were starting to build a future with each other until Scott came to the Avengers Compound. When everyone came back from the Blip, it was seen as a second chance. But you lost everything. So was it really worth it?

Themes: LOTS of angst, dark themes (dissociation, self-neglect, self blame, self hatred, hospitalization, isolation, self sabotaging tendencies), sexual themes

Pairings: Steve Rogers x black!reader (romantic), Bucky Barnes x black!reader (romantic), Sam Wilson x black!reader (platonic)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Epilogue Chapter: Morning After (Coming soon)

[megamindslair]

It's a Little Warm, Part 2

Moving my fics to @megamindsecretlair

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. There is some kissing, unresolved tension! Bucky x Blackfem!reader. Plus Size Reader. Mentions of private parts but really mild. Cursing. Mild age gap. Reader is late 20s and Bucky is mid 30s. Soft Bucky. Mild hurt/comfort. FLUFF. Part 2 of ?, I don't know how long this will take to wrap up. Slow burn to smut though. Some sentences are intentional AAVE.

Summary: Sam Wilson is your play uncle and has invited you and Bucky to stay at a cabin with him, Sarah, and the kids. You enjoy a round of three-legged racing and football, trying to beat the heat.

Word Count: 3,365k

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A/N: Ack, this was cute to write. Not beta'd or barely proof-read. Any mistakes are mine. If you enjoyed it, please let me know! While likes are awesome, please consider reblogging to support writers!

“Okay, I think we’re going to start with the three-legged race,” Uncle Sam said. He squatted with a hat on the ground that had little scraps of paper that he wrote different games on. He held two pieces in his hand and studied each one as if he were deciding the fate of the universe.

“Any day now,” Bucky said and smirked. 

Your stomach flipped. So far, you two remained cordial. No one would have suspected that you kissed him just that morning. You twisted your lips. The hell were you thinking? You knew better. He was a friggin’ Avenger. What did you think was going to happen? 

“Man, shut up,” Uncle Sam but his smirk matched Bucky’s. 

Aunt Sarah’s sons, AJ and Cass, ran around the small group chasing each other. You absently watched as they accidentally bumped into Bucky and murmured their apologies. Bucky smiled and waved them off. 

He was sinfully dressed in another pair of jeans and boots and a black T-shirt. The oppressive heat of the early day had nothing on the heat that suffused you looking at the man. His stubble was growing even more and thanks to your wandering hands, you knew exactly how prickly he was.

Bucky licked his lips as he caught you staring. You offered him a soft smile and looked away. You wouldn’t pretend he wasn’t hot. But you got his message loud and clear. Paws off. 

“Okay, three-legged race it is followed by some old-fashioned football. First to six wins so we beat some of the sun,” Uncle Sam said.

Aunt Sarah threw up her hands. “About time,” she said and shook her head. 

“And he calls me old and slow,” Bucky said. 

“Okay, enough of all that. So, to make it even, kinfolk, you’re with Bucky ‘cause you’re short as hell and it’ll put him at a disadvantage. Sarah, you take the baby, ya’ll are the same height. I’ll take Cass because he’s my roadie,” Uncle Sam said, pointing at everyone as he spoke their name.

Immediately, you and Aunt Sarah objected to his short jokes and his reasoning. “Why don’t you take the baby, Captain Birdman?” You asked, folding your arms across your chest. Perhaps your romper was the wrong choice today.

You thought you were being cute by wearing an olive green romper. You weren’t trying to rub your goodies in Bucky’s face, it was just that fucking hot. If you so happened to look irresistible, well, that was the Lord blessing you. 

But you thought about crashing and burning all over the neat grass and pinched your lips. You would either get a bad burn, or grass stains all over your outfit. 

“Because pipsqueaks gotta stick together,” Uncle Sam said and laughed at his own joke. 

“I’m not a pipsqueak!” AJ yelled and pushed Uncle Sam. Uncle Sam pretended to fall over and held up his hands as if AJ was the stronger one. “Okay, okay, mercy!” 

“Why don’t the girls stick together, you take the baby, and Bucky gets Cass?” You asked.

“Now kinfolk, I know you’re not suggesting that we play by arbitrary gender norms and stereotypes,” Uncle Sam said. 

“Oh please. What, did you look up those words today?” You asked.

“Yeah, I’ve got a word-of-the-day calendar. It’s neat,” Uncle Sam countered.

“I don’t see why I don’t get Bucky, ya’ll team together, and the boys team up together,” Aunt Sarah said with a wink in your direction. Uncle Sam missed it as he frowned. 

“Absolutely not!” He said.

Aunt Sarah smirked and crossed her arms. “It’s either me or her,” Aunt Sarah said.

“Why can’t we team with Mr. Bucky?” AJ asked.

“It’s just Bucky,” Bucky said.

Uncle Sam got on his knee to look AJ in the eyes. “The name of the game is winning at all costs. We gotta play to our strengths. Teaming with Bucky would make you uneven and he’d have to carry you, and that’s cheating. But, pairing you with your mom is perfect,” he explained.

“Do not teach him that!” Aunt Sarah said and laughed. 

“How about you team with AJ, Sarah and Cass, and me and Y/N?” Bucky offered.

Before Uncle Sam could say something, you shook your head. “I still say my configuration was better. Or Aunt Sarah’s,” you said.

Bucky frowned at you but you refused to look at him. Aunt Sarah tilted her head at you as if you were crazy. You smiled at her, pretending not to notice her expression. 

Uncle Sam laughed, ever the clueless idiot. “The sun is only getting hotter, so how about this: I’m going to write some numbers on paper and we all pick. Whoever you get is whoever you get,” he said.

“Even if I’m matched with Bucky?” Aunt Sarah asked.

Uncle Sam scowled but ultimately nodded. “You better not, is all I’m sayin’,” he mumbled. He jogged to the patio table where he plucked the journal and pen off of it. He wrote quickly and tore up the pieces. He returned and dumped the hat that had the games on it. He placed the new pieces of paper in it and mixed them up.

He motioned for everyone to pick and you prayed and prayed. Each person revealed their numbers. Aunt Sarah and Cass matched, Sam got AJ, which left you with…Bucky. You frowned as you stared at your number.

“That’s what I said!” Bucky said. Uncle Sam mumbled about a waste of time and being hot as hell as he put away the slips of paper, hat, and journal. 

Bucky bumped his shoulder against yours. “Guess you’re stuck with me,” he said.

You felt your lips move but you weren’t convinced you were smiling. Bucky frowned but you were spared from any questions as Uncle Sam came around with ribbons.

“And don’t your old ass cheat neither!” Uncle Sam said.

“Thought didn’t even cross my mind,” Bucky said innocently. He snatched the ribbon out of Uncle Sam’s hands before you could.

He knelt down and wrapped the ribbon around his leg and then around yours. He tugged a little too hard and you were forced to lean against him, using his shoulders to catch your fall. He looked up at you and your heart beat so fast, you knew he had to hear it.

His eyes were so clear and blue, it was like looking into the ocean. He smirked and as he tied the ribbon, he slowly massaged your calf. You bit your lip to keep from moaning. All he was doing was rubbing it and he already had you ready to make embarrassing noises.

He placed a kiss on your thigh, not breaking eye contact. You gasped as he slowly stood up. He was too tall, way too tall for you. For a brief moment, you panicked. What the hell kind of game was he playing? He kisses you one minute, throws you out the next, and then plays these games? 

“Put your arm around me,” he commanded softly. You already had your hand moving up to circle his waist before your mind caught up to you. You scowled at him. 

He slid his fingers across your shoulders and lightly played with your nape as Uncle Sam explained the rules. You didn’t hear a fucking word. Bucky’s fingers were like magic, easing a mild headache. 

You sighed as he worked his fingers and your mind drifted, imagining he was doing that in bed. 

You worked in perfect sync, stepping together. You giggled as you watched Aunt Sarah in the lead, ahead of Uncle Sam. You didn’t care if you won, you just wanted Captain Superman to lose. No, that’s not it. Captain Planet. You snickered as you raced to the finish line. 

“Go!” Uncle Sam called out. The three pairs took off half stumbling, half wiggling as you tried to get to the treeline. Bucky, being superhuman, did most of the work for you even with holding back. His grip was tight around you and you clung to his shirt trying to keep up.

“What’s so funny?” Bucky asked.

You shook your head as you laughed harder. You imagined Uncle Sam in blue paint, green hair, and spandex. 

Aunt Sarah got to the tree first, followed by you, and then Uncle Sam. Aunt Sarah gloated and rubbed it in Uncle Sam’s face. He took the jokes in stride, sweat gathering on his head.

“Yeah, alright. We’ll see how tough you are when we get into this game. Pipsqueak, come help me set up the goals,” he said. He untied him and AJ, the latter playfully hitting his side for calling him pipsqueak. 

“Come on, let’s get water for everyone,” Aunt Sarah said to Cass. She freed them as Bucky bent down to untie you.

“I’ll help!” You shouted. You winced at your tone. Aunt Sarah widened her eyes and nodded to Bucky. You mouthed “no”. Aunt Sarah mouthed, “why not?” 

Bucky nipped your leg under pretense of having trouble with the knot he tied. You yelped and looked down at him. The smug bastard.

“Me and Cass, got it,” Aunt Sarah announced and scurried away before you could object more.

Bucky finally stood up and pulled you by your romper until you were closer to the tree. “I’m not a child,” you said and slapped his hand away.

“You’re acting like one,” he said.

“Excuse me?” You asked.

Bucky rubbed his chin and stretched out his neck. “What’s going on with you? You barely said anything to me today. And what was that thing earlier?” 

You bit the inside of your cheek. You took a few deep breaths. “I’m just following your lead.”

Bucky scrunched up his face in the most adorable way. He tilted his head like a puppy and you fought the urge to scratch his head like one. You crossed your arms. Stupid, traitorous thoughts.

He licked his lips and looked down his nose at you. You silently sighed. You were so feral for this man, it wasn’t fair. In a minute, you’d have to go inside to change your panties. 

“What lead, Y/N?” He asked.

“You…this morning,” you waved your hands. Did you really have to spell it out? He crossed his arms and waited for an answer.

“I threw myself at you and you told me to go upstairs. I thought…I mean, we’ve only known each other a day. I get it,” you said.

“You didn’t throw yourself at me. I kissed you back, remember?” He asked.

“Then why’d you make me go upstairs?” You asked.

“Did you really want to start screaming where everyone could hear you? Had we kept going, I would’ve bent you over the table,” he said.

You stared at him, your mouth slightly agape. The image flashed through your mind. You pictured him sliding up your shirt, shoving your panties aside, whipping out his dick over the waistband of his pants before sliding into you. With his strength, he would’ve gripped your thighs with the pressure you like. As if he were holding on for dear life.

You shook your head and cleared your throat. “Don’t…” you started, but don’t what?

Say things like that? Give you hope? You had tossed and turned all night reliving the kiss, the feel of his hands on you, and his stubble against your face. You imagined that he was sleeping like a baby across the hall, not concerned that he put you in knots.

“I ran through every single excuse not to run upstairs after you,” he said.

“Okay, let’s hear them then,” you said.

Bucky smirked. “Now?” He asked.

You looked to the side to watch Uncle Sam setting up posts with AJ. He had two set up and was working on the third. Aunt Sarah was by the cooler, picking out two water bottles and making Cass drink one.

“Uncle Sam’s gonna be done any minute now,” you said.

Bucky smiled and shook his head. He stepped closer to you. “You’re Sam’s niece,” he said.

“Play-niece. We’re not blood related,” you corrected.

“He’ll kill me,” he said.

“Captain Save-a-Ho wouldn’t hurt a fly,” you said.

“You’re younger than me,” he said. He sighed and he looked so weary.

“By a couple of years, big deal. We’re adults.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“No, I’m really older than you,” he said.

You stepped closer to him. “You were frozen for some of that. And I don’t see any wrinkles or…too much gray hair,” you said. You got on your tip-toes, pretending to look for gray hairs. 

“Smart ass. I’m old fashioned,” he said.

“I’ve got an old soul,” you countered.

He shook his head and squinted at you. “You’re not making this easy,” he said.

“You’re the one who started kissing my thigh!” 

You moved to push him away but he captured your hand and held it against his chest. “I don’t like when you ignore me,” he said softly.

“I didn’t ignore you,” you said. “I gave you an out. We can just stay friends.” 

“We could. But I’m pretty sure the thoughts I have with you in that outfit are not friendly,” he said.

You blinked up at him. This was so far from what you imagined today to be like. You swore he would ignore you, treat you like glass, or worse…start treating you like Sam’s kid sister. Completely untouchable and unfuckable. Your heart raced as he stared you down. You could almost see those unholy thoughts.

He had you at a loss. Because you were mirroring those same nasty thoughts. 

“Who’s ready to get spanked at football!” Uncle Sam called.

You bit your lip as you looked at Bucky. You leaned up and kissed him before licking his nose. “Come get spanked,” you said before moving out from under the tree.

Got damn, how was it so hot this early? You fanned yourself as you crossed the backyard. “You’re the one who’s gonna get a cherry red ass if you keep playing with me,” he said. He kept walking as you stopped and gaped at him.

Your pussy throbbed imagining bending over his knee as he spanked you. The heat seemed to double as you stood there.

“Come on, kinfolk!” Uncle Sam called to you.

You joined everyone else and Aunt Sarah hip bumped you. As Uncle Sam passed out the slips of paper, Cass passed you a water bottle. You held it to your head. You snuck a glance at Bucky. He smirked as he lifted the bottle and nearly drained it in one gulp. His Adam's apple bobbed as he did so and you pictured licking his neck.

“Saw that,” Aunt Sarah sang. You cleared your throat and looked at her. “You’re not as slick as you think you are,” you said.

Aunt Sarah laughed. “I’m just helping you both out. You’re both so clueless, it’s actually painful to watch,” she said.

“Shut up,” you said and laughed, drinking your own bottle. You could do something obscene with it, but there were children present.

You picked your numbers again. You were on a team with Aunt Sarah and Cass. Uncle Sam, Bucky, and AJ were on a team. 

As the sun started to bare down, you all agreed to keep teasing to a minimum as you set up for playing. Without fail, Bucky ended up guarding you whenever you had the ball. His competitive ass wouldn’t let you get around him. 

Cass snuck up behind him and grabbed him, telling you to go. You ran and ran to the goal line and scored. Your team celebrated as Bucky pretended to fuss.

You set up against each other again. Uncle Sam hiked the ball to AJ and Bucky picked him up and ran with him to the goal post. “That’s cheating!” You and Aunt Sarah called out.

“Is it? He got the ball across, looks fair to me,” Uncle Sam shrugged.

You had the ball on the next play. You faked Bucky out, making him stumble. You ran for the goal line. You saw it in front of you and started to get giddy. You actually did it!

Until, you were plucked off the ground, spun, and then knocked gently to the ground with Bucky cushioning your fall. 

“Oh, that’s so not fair,” you laughed. 

Bucky held your hips and smiled at you. “Oh, you have no idea how unfair I can get,” he said.

You slapped his shoulder before standing up too fast. The world tilted as your eyes rolled and your head grew fuzzy.

“Y/N?” Bucky caught you in his arms. You held just enough strength to keep from slipping on your ass in front of everyone.

Soon, everyone crowded around you asking questions. “I’m fine,” you panted.

You waved them away and tried to get out of Bucky’s arms. But he tightened his hold. 

“It’s low iron. I promise, I’m fine,” you said. Bucky cupped your cheek and moved your head side to side gently. “Are you sure?” 

“This is so embarrassing. I promise I’m fine,” you said. 

“Where’s your pills? When did you last take one?” Uncle Sam demanded.

“I’m fine, Dad,” you said. You apologized to the kids for ruining their day.

“Get in the shade and cool off. You’re in the lead anyway,” he said and waved his hand.

You were about to protest when Bucky scooped you into his arms and started walking towards the house.

“Put me down!” You shrieked. You held on to his neck and he walked you into the house, without so much as a grunt. You were too far off the ground. What if you fell? What if he fell? What if he decided you were too heavy and let you fall?

Once inside, he kicked out the nearest chair with his boot and placed you on it.

“You can’t carry me like that!” You yelled.

“Where’s your pills?” He asked.

You twisted your lips. You opened it to claim that you were a big girl and therefore too heavy for him. But then remembered the serum and nearly laughed. But Bucky wasn’t in the mood for laughing.

“Stubborn doesn’t work on me, doll,” he said. 

You sighed and deflated. “On my dresser,” you relented.

Bucky disappeared upstairs and came back down in record time. He handed you your iron supplement and then a bottle of water. 

“Did you skip this today?” He asked.

You shrugged. “Might’ve been…a week?” You asked.

“A week!” Bucky yelled.

“If I eat meals with iron in it, I’m usually fine. We had so much damn red meat yesterday, I’m pretty sure I had meat sweats,” you said and shivered, attempting to lighten up the mood.

“Let me get this straight. You don’t like people doing things for you and you don’t like taking care of yourself? Pick a struggle,” he said.

You laughed. You couldn’t help it. You knew he didn’t mean it as a joke but he had been hanging around Black folk for way too long.

Bucky knelt beside you and grabbed your hands. “Hey, this is serious. Iron deficiency is serious,” he said.

You sobered up and looked at him, really looked at him. He was…scared for you? You immediately wanted to shut that thought down, but how else could you explain his behavior?

“I promise I’ll do better. Sometimes I can’t always tell when my iron is low,” you said.

Bucky nodded and blew out a breath. “I’ve got a lot of work to do,” he said.

“What does that mean?” You asked.

He smirked. “Oh, doll,” he said. He brought his hand up to stroke your cheek. You tilted your head into his hand, loving it. 

“You need to keep your strength up for things I’m going to do to you,” he said.

You made a strangled noise and Bucky laughed. He leaned up and pressed his lips against yours. He was so warm, it was a stark contrast from the ice cold water you drank. He licked the seam of your lips before slowly pushing inside.

He kissed you slowly, reverently. When he pulled back, he winked. “Come on. The fun is just getting started.”