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[navybrat817]

Since we see this mentioned in Game Nights, what does it take for Bucky to stab John and how does the team react?

That is an excellent question, Cole! I'm so glad you asked.

Don't Look or Touch

Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky isn't having a good day and John suffers the consequences.

Word Count: Over 2.4k

Warnings: Stabbing (yes, Bucky stabs John), arguing, humor, kissing, implied smut, Thunderbolts spoilers, we love Bob, possessive behavior, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: We have Not Exactly a Secret, Game Nights, and now this for our Tower Shenanigans. ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @mumbles411 (and thanks for the inspo!), but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky wasn't in a good mood today.  He claimed he didn’t need as much sleep as the average person, but he still needed to get some shut eye and he hadn’t slept well the night before. Too many things were running through his head. You wished he woke you up to talk or help take his mind off things, but you knew he hadn’t wanted to disturb your rest. Had the roles been reversed he would’ve wanted you to wake him up first thing. 

“I’m your girlfriend, Bucky. If something is bothering you, it bothers me,” you reminded him. “So, please, wake me up next time, okay?”

It didn’t matter how big or small of an issue it was, you’d help him through anything and everything.

“You need more sleep than I do,” he tried to argue, a ghost of a smile on his face when you narrowed your eyes. 

“I can always catch a nap later,” you said.

“If you say so,” he said, sounding in better spirits than he had moments ago.

But that didn’t last when he started fighting with Sam via text. He didn’t like fighting with his friends and it wore on him as the day went on. You saw it in how he carried himself. If that weren’t enough, Alexei accidentally shot a paint gun in the common room and hit Bucky’s thigh. The flare in his nostrils told you he was two seconds away from losing his shit when John laughed.

You half expected Bucky to punch John, but he silently got to his feet and went to change. “So sorry!” Alexei called after him, also leaving the room.

“Did you have to laugh?” you asked John. Sure, you all gave him a hard time, but he dished it out as well and it was clear that Bucky wasn’t in the best mood.

John shrugged, not at all phased. “He’ll live.”

“You won’t if you keep pissing him off,” you teased, going to get Bucky’s jacket while you waited for him to come back. 

Bucky returned a minute later, somehow looking more pissed off. Maybe it was because John scooted closer to you once you sat back down. As much as you adored Bucky’s signature grumpy stare, this was different. That look was on his face because of his bad mood. Your heart went out to him, and what kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn’t try to cheer him up? 

“Hey,” you smiled, holding out a hand so Bucky could help you to your feet. You gave him a quick kiss once you were close enough and handed him his jacket. “Let’s go for a ride.”

“A ride?” he asked, closing his eyes when you brushed his hair back.

“Yeah, a ride,” you smiled. As much as you both loved being in the tower, he needed to get out and you were more than happy to join him. “And maybe we can stop off at that bakery you love?”

Bucky’s eyes lit up. Between a ride with you and stopping off to get a treat, he’d be in a much better mood. “Let’s go.”

“Hang tight for just a minute. Just need to grab something,” you said, sneaking in another kiss before you headed toward your room. You wondered how much Bucky would argue if you tried to pay for the treats. He was always such a gentleman when it came to-

“FUCK!”

You stopped at the sound of John’s loud and piercing scream. It wouldn’t have been the first time he yelled, but that was typically done out of anger or frustration. This scream, however, sounded like pain.

“Oh, shit,” you mumbled, rushing back to the common room.

Your eyes went right to your boyfriend since he was always at the forefront of your mind. You took a step forward when he locked eyes with you, the coldness in the blues almost making you shiver. He happened to be right beside John who was a bit more pale than usual and gripping his arm like a lifeline. Your mouth fell open when you realized the former Captain America had a knife in his hand. And he wasn’t holding it, oh, no. Bucky’s knife was through his hand. You knew it was Bucky’s knife because you bought it for him. 

What the fuck happened, and why did that excite you?

Ava phased beside you, likely drawn by John’s scream. Yelena and Bob came in seconds later though Yelena didn’t seem too concerned. “What are you…” she trailed off with a snort. “That’s not good.”

Ava sighed. “And we just got the blood out of the sofa from the last incident.”

“No fucking shit this isn’t good! And who gives a shit about the blood on the sofa!” John snapped, screaming again when Bucky yanked the knife out. 

“You’ll live,” he muttered. 

Your eyes went wide. Super soldier hearing and all, had Bucky heard John mutter his earlier comment? “What happened?” you asked. You had only been out of the room for a few seconds. What possibly happened during that time to cause this?

John scrambled to find something to wrap his hand with. “Your fucking boyfriend stabbed me!” 

“Yeah, America’s Asshole, I stabbed you.” Sitting back on the sofa, Bucky got a cloth out of his pocket to wipe his knife. He stabbed John. He really did it. But why? “And you have the serum. You’ll be fine.”

You made the mistake of looking at Ava who had a smirk on her face. It didn’t do you any good to look at Yelena either since she also looked pleased. Only Bob looked concerned. And where the hell was Alexei?

“Okay, Bucky,” you began, trying to keep the laughter out of your voice because you had to be the mature one. “I know you threatened to stab him during Uno.”

“He put down Draw Four…” He sneered at John. “FOUR times.”

“I know, I know. Dick move. And I know I threatened to stab him because he raised his voice at Bob because, well, we don't yell at Bob.” You gave Bob a smile when he dipped his head. “But-”

“He’s lucky I didn’t cut this tongue out,” your boyfriend growled.

You tried hard not to whimper, which was tough since the sound was sexy as hell. “But why-”

“You can still cut out his tongue,” Yelena encouraged, taking out one of her own knives. “Allow me.”

You put your hand out while John took a few steps back. “No, Yelena. Not today,” you said, which earned you a pout in response before you turned your attention back to Bucky. “Just tell us why you stabbed him, please.”

“He talked about putting his hands on your ass!” Bucky snapped, wincing when he realized how loudly he said it.

You could hear a pin drop from the silence that followed. Your eyes darted between Bucky and John, seeing the mixture of anger and discomfort. There was no way John was dumb enough to say something like that in front of your boyfriend. Right?

“He what?” Yelena asked for you.

“Ew,” Ava whispered. 

“But she… she’s not your girlfriend,” Bob added.

“I didn’t say I’d put my hands on your ass!” John defended himself, taking a breath when everyone stared at him. “Look, all I said was ‘I’d never leave my bed if I could get my hands on an ass like that’ and that’s it! That’s all!”

You were thankful you didn’t take a drink of something because you would’ve spit it out. As admittedly smart as John could be when it came to missions, he could also be an idiot. “Bucky, put the knife down,” you ordered when his grip tightened on the handle. You couldn’t have him stabbing him again. 

Though it was kind of hot that Bucky stabbed someone in your honor. 

“I might stab his other hand,” he said. 

“Do it,” Yelena encouraged. 

John sputtered when Ava nodded in agreement. “What the fuck?”

“Okay, one, Bucky, we both know I’d never let John touch my ass. Sorry, but. No,” you said, shrugging at the bleeding agent. Your ass was off limits to him. “Two, it doesn't sound like he said he was going to put his hands on my ass.”

“I don't care.” Bucky carefully inspected his knife. “As far as he’s concerned, you don’t have an ass.”

The girls scoffed with you and you weren't sure if you should've felt flattered or offended. “Okay, old man, so I have no ass now? Do I not have tits either?”

You held your breath when Bucky slowly got to his feet, his jaw clenched. It wasn't fair how hot and bothered that stance made you. “Did he look at your tits?” he asked in a low voice.

John quickly shook his head out of the corner of your eye. You felt for the guy, but you weren’t going to lie. “He may have glanced at them when I leaned over the other day.”

“Oh, when you were wearing that black top?” Ava asked, humming when you nodded. “Oh, yeah. He looked.”

“What the fuck, Ava?!” John shouted. “You looked, too!”

“I didn’t look,” Bob said immediately, his hands up in surrender. He was too pure for this world.

Bucky swung his head toward John. “Forget your other hand. Let’s see if that serum helps you grow your eyes back.”

Oh, shit. Maybe you shouldn't have said anything. “No! No more stabbing today!” You moved to block Bucky’s path. The mood he was in, you had no doubt he’d stab him again if he got the chance. “I appreciate you defending my honor and I always will, but we are going for a ride. Now.”

The former assassin pouting shouldn’t have been as adorable as it was. “But he-”

“You didn’t sleep well, you’re in a bad mood, and you need a breather,” you gently said, framing his face so he’d only see you. Your touch took most of the anger away. “Please, let’s go. We can go right to bed when we get back.”

Sex, cuddling, sleep, all of it, you’d give him whatever he needed later.

Bucky huffed, but put his knife away. He recognized that your tone wasn’t one to argue with. “He better not look again or try to touch you.”

“He won’t,” you said for John, looking over your shoulder to glare at him.

“Jesus, it was meant to be a compliment,” he told you, daring to glance at Bucky. “You have a good looking girlfriend, okay?!” 

“Stop talking,” you begged when Bucky tensed up. You had just calmed him down.

“If you want to compliment him or her, tell them how murderous they look,” Yelena suggested, looking to the others for support. “That’s cool, right?”

“Yeah, sure,” Ava said.

“Um, Bucky?” Bob asked. 

“Yeah?” he answered, slipping an arm around you. 

Bob swallowed a little. “If she looks nice, am I allowed to say so? Or should I just avoid looking at her?”

You giggled. Bob deserved the whole world. “You can say whatever you want,” you replied. Bucky would agree. 

“Okay,” he smiled a little. “I just. I-I don't want to get stabbed.”

“No one will stab you, Bob,” Yelena promised, ever the protector. 

John looked around the room and asked, “So, Bob can say whatever he wants, but I can’t?” 

“Yes,” everyone answered in unison. Bob wasn’t an asshole like John.

“Now apologize to each other so we can leave,” you said. The longer you stayed, the bigger the chance that Bucky would snap again.

The men stubbornly refused to look at each other, like children being scolded after a fight. John broke first when you cleared your throat. “Sorry for complimenting your girlfriend, I guess.”

“Sorry for not stabbing both of your hands,” Bucky mumbled.

“And we’re leaving now. Try to behave while we’re gone,” you announced, pulling your boyfriend away. Chances were that they’d start arguing over dinner or dish duty. “I can’t believe it.”

“What, that I stabbed him?” Bucky asked, grinding his teeth. “He gets under my skin.”

They were teammates now, but it didn’t get rid of the bad blood or the past. You sympathized with that. “I know he does, and I can’t believe that it took this long for you to stab him, but maybe try not to do that again?”

His warm laughter brought a smile to your face. “I’m surprised it took this long, too, and I’ll try not to again, but I’m not sorry that you were the tipping point.”

Your cheeks warmed. “Bucky Barnes stabbed a man because of me.” You weren’t exactly sorry that you were the tipping point either. “In his defense, my ass does look good in these pants,” you smirked.

Bucky waited a beat before he smacked your ass, making you shriek. “He still isn’t allowed to look or touch.”

Hadn’t you made it clear earlier that you’d never allow John to touch you? Even if you weren’t Bucky’s girlfriend, that would never happen. “So possessive, but I love that about you,” you teased.

His eyes softened, the look making your heart race. “I’m not too much?” 

Your gaze softened, too. “You’ll never be too much,” you assured him, almost to the elevator when Alexei waltzed by in his robe.

“What did I miss?” he asked.

“I stabbed John,” Bucky answered.

The Red Guardian looked stricken. “And I missed it?”

The last thing you heard before you and Bucky stepped into the elevator was John yelling, “What the fuck?!”

“Right to bed when we get back?” Bucky smiled, bringing your hand to his mouth to kiss it.

“Right to bed,” you smiled back.

He pulled you against him to give you a deep and thorough kiss, one that left you breathless and yearning for more. “And thank you.”

“For what?” you asked breathlessly.

“For trying to cheer me up,” he whispered, touching your cheek. “And for being mine.”

You leaned into his touch, thrilled to be his. “Thank you for being mine, too,,” you said, hoping the ride and treat would make him feel much better before you went to bed. Maybe tomorrow he could hash things out with Sam. And maybe you’d look through the footage later so you could see for yourself that Bucky stabbed John. 

And maybe, just maybe, you’d make a copy of the footage for Bucky if he ever needed a laugh after a bad day.

So, did John deserve that? What other shenanigans do we think this group gets up to? ! Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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he laid you down so gently, keeping an arm around your waist and a hand behind your head as though afraid he might break you. he held you close, your bodies pressed softly together.

he hovered above you, carefully watching your facial expressions, acting intentionally with every movement he made. he thought about every little thing: how much weight to put on you without crushing you, how tight to hold you without hurting you, and most of all, how badly he wanted to worship you like the goddess you were.

you smiled at him, a little nervous, but mostly hopeful as you brought your hands from his shoulders to the back of his head. you gently tugged at his hair, feeling how soft it was under your fingers, just like you'd always imagined it would be.

he slowly leaned in to kiss you once more, still holding a hand behind your head even while you were now laid against the pillow. perhaps it was just a protective instinct, his need to keep you within his grasp and not let you go.

you nodded, and he pressed his lips to yours once more. it was so different than anything else, the feeling of you below him, all splayed out and vulnerable for him.

he kissed you softly, slowly, the way he imagined he would once he got you into his bed. he planned to pull out all the stops, treat you with nothing but the utmost care and respect that he had for you. he wanted to take you apart one piece at a time and watch the look on your face as he did.

he took his time, sensing the tension in your body slowly ease, feeling every time you would pull him a little closer. he wanted you good and ready for him, eager for him.

you couldn't help the little noises bubbling up in your throat, letting them out with your mouths still pressed together. it made his heart beat faster, his hands hold you a little bit tighter.

he took it as a sign to keep going, moving his hand from around your back to rest at your side, slowly thumbing at the hem of your shirt.

you tensed and pulled back, avoiding eye contact, looking over to the lamp.

"can we turn that off?" you asked, indicating to the light on the nightstand.

he watched your face again, frowning at the thought of it. he was ecstatic to finally have you, have the chance to pleasure you, and he wanted to see every part of you while he did.

"why, baby?" he whispered, trying to understand.

you felt the knot in your stomach tighten. you didn't know what to say.

when you don't respond, he takes it upon himself to continue.

"can I see you? please?"

you shake your head immediately.

"you don't want to see me, Buck," you respond, chuckling anxiously, all while still avoiding eye contact.

he sees your hesitance, and his heart breaks. he opens his mouth, trying to find the words, but none come. it takes him a few beats before he continues,

"nothing will change the way I feel about you. how much I want you," he reassures, and you finally meet his eyeline once more. he looks into your eyes for a minute before requesting for the second time, "can I see you?"

you fight back your reluctance and nod your head.

if he hates what he sees, your heart will break. but at least you're prepared for it.

he takes his hand from under your head and brings it down to your side, both hands gripping the hem of your shirt. as he begins to pull it over your head, you bite your tongue and hold your breath.

but you refuse to close your eyes. you have to see his reaction, you have to be able to see the look on his face. you have to.

you take a hesitant breath once he tosses your shirt off the side of the bed, noticing the way he looks you up and down. you wait for his face to fall.

it doesn't.

"fuck," he growls, "let me touch you. please, baby, I might die if you say no," he admits, and he's never sounded so...

"please," he repeats, voice hoarse, looking up into your eyes. all you see in him is pure desperation and want.

"yes," you whisper, and his hands are on you, touching your skin, holding your waist. he brings his mouth to your chest, running his tongue over your collarbone, and he's fucking whimpering.

it's the hottest he's ever looked.

his fingers roam over the plush of your stomach, attempting to touch every part of you as his lips come to where your breasts are exposed above your bra. you gasp sharply when he nips at you, and your legs press together unconsciously.

"I didn't think I could want you any more than I already do," he tells you, barely pulling his face away from your skin. you feel his nose on your flesh, the movement of his lips against you as he continues, "you're so perfect. so perfect, doll. goddamn," he curses, and he feels his entire body jittering from his need for you.

"let me take off your bra, baby, please. I'll do anything, just let me see you," he asks, looking up at you, resting his cheek against you.

you look at his face, the puppy dog eyes he's flashing you, and you nod your head 'yes.'

he leans back to carefully draw the straps down your arms before bringing his mouth to your neck. he begins to suck a mark into your skin while his hands reach underneath you to undo the clasp.

you let out a cry when you feel his lips wrap around your nipple.

god, he feels like heaven.

he moves away to look at you, and your automatic instinct is to cross your arms over your chest.

"baby, no," he whines, putting his hands on your arms and gently moving them away so he can see you. "I think you know you're so pretty and that's why you're trying to hide from me," he teases you.

"no, Buck, I'm really not," you try, but he's not having it.

"you are the prettiest, you hear me? can't even believe you're letting me see you like this, touch you like this. it's a fucking honor," he says, bringing his mouth back to your skin, making you moan out into the quiet room.

you bite your lip and try to muffle your noises, but he goads you on. "come on, my pretty girl, you can do it. can you make those little noises for me, yeah? yeah. I know you can, cause you're such a good girl," he coos, planting his lips on you again.

his words make heat pool in your stomach, your thighs clenching tighter, punctuated by a broken whine from high in your throat.

this time, he feels the movement.

"you feeling like you need something, pretty girl?" he asks, now thumbing at the hem of your pants. "I want you to tell me. I want you to tell me what you want."

you pause. you want so badly to feel his fingers, his mouth, whatever he wants to give you. but you're still apprehensive.

"I want you to be comfortable with me. I want you to trust me," he tells you firmly, looking into your eyes. "if you don't want this, I want to know that, too."

"I do," you murmur, but the knot in your stomach hasn't gone away.

you wish it would. you wish you could be carefree, and sexy, the kind of girl he should be with. the kind of girl that's in his league.

your breathing starts to quicken as you start to get in your head again.

this is a bad idea. you need to put your clothes on and leave. this is a bad fucking idea.

"baby, what's wrong? talk to me," he encourages, bringing a hand to your cheek to direct your gaze back to him.

"Buck, I-"

"I want you more than anything. but if you don't want this, just tell me," he pleads.

"of course I want you," you tell him honestly, the knot moving to your throat, your eyes getting warmer. "but-"

"there is no ‘but’. you're what I want. what you want is what I want," he admits, "so let me give you what you want."

the knot tightens, but regardless, the words come out before you can stop them.

"I want you to think I'm pretty," you whisper.

he smiles at you and looks at you in awe. you are the most perfect, most gorgeous thing he's ever laid eyes on.

"I have never found anyone as beautiful as I find you. please, let me show you."

you see the sincerity in his eyes, hear the authenticity in his tone.

you crack a broken smile. you believe him.

"I want you so badly," you whisper.

he nods fervently and pulls you in, kissing you so softly you have no choice but to believe every word he’s saying to you.

you let him lay you back down, and this time, you don't hesitate when he moves to take off your pants.

"my girl. you gonna let me make you my girl? let me prove how badly I want you?" he asks, hands trailing up and down your thighs.

"yes, Buck," you respond, telling yourself to shake your nerves and let yourself have this with him.

"spread your legs for me," he whispers. you will your muscles to make the adjustment, and he doesn't give you the chance to get in your head about it. he moves quickly, pressing his tongue over the fabric of your underwear, already soaked through. you react loudly, your moans filling his ears, encouraging him.

he doesn't wait another second before yanking the damn things off. he wraps his hands around your thighs and closes them around his head, pressed up against his ears, and mouths at you with determination.

all your thoughts finally pause, the knot in your throat dissipating as you feel the urgency with which he nudges at your clit, dipping his tongue inside you to finally taste you.

he's imagined this moment forever. being able to put his mouth on you, to make you feel so blissful. that's all he wants to do for the rest of his life.

you feel so uninhibited when you thread your fingers in his hair and grind your hips up against him. you whine and whine because you just can't help it, and he knows he's harder than he's ever been, straining against his pants and rutting against the bed. he wants you to do as you please, to feel comfortable letting go and giving into your desires.

your whines get higher out of nowhere, and he doubles down on running his tongue over your clit, and fuck you're *so* done for.

you're coming before you can stop it, all over his face.

was that good for him? was I too fast?

when you look down at him, he doesn't look at you. his face is soaked, and he's leaning back, unwrapping your legs from around him.

he finally looks up at your face, his cheeks pinked up.

"that was..." terrible? horrible? "...absolutely amazing, I, uh..."

he leans back some more, bringing a hand to palm at himself, and you see it.

and you fucking celebrate.

he came in his pants, untouched.

"fuck, I'm sorry," he chuckles, embarrassed, crawling over you again. "you're just so goddamn sexy, you know that?"

every thought is out the window. you grab him and yank him down to kiss you, hurriedly grabbing at his clothes.

"that's so hot," you say between kisses, "take your fucking clothes off, please-"

he does as you ask pretty quickly, his clothes gone in an instant. the thought of you being so excited to see him naked gets him worked up again quickly.

"yeah? you like that?" he asks you. "you like knowing what you do to me?" he smiles.

you smile back at him. "oh yeah, I do."

"you're perfect. stunning. so good for me," he says, spreading your thighs for him once more. "already so hard for you, again."

"I'm ready, Buck, please," you tell him.

"when I take you for the first time, I want you to say my name. my real name," he says quietly.

"James," you all but purr, and his eyes roll back in his head.

"just like that, you sound so good, my girl," he murmurs. "you ready?"

you nod.

and then he's pressing inside you, and it's everything.

"you're so tight," he groans. "you feel so fucking good, baby. you're taking me so well."

his voice sounds so broken, like it's gone up an octave.

"you're my pretty girl, you know that?" he says, giving an experimental thrust, and you reach for his ass, trying to pull him in again. it makes him groan, and he does, pushing even deeper in this time.

"my good girl. you look so perfect under me. I want to be the only one who gets to see you like this."

you nod. of course he is.

"I trust you, James, fuck, I think I love you," you blurt out, shocking yourself.

he lets out a noise like no other.

"I love you, baby, fuck. I love you too," he tells you. "you're perfect, you know that? and I'm going to spend the rest of my life making sure you know how much I love every goddamn piece of you."

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Could I request a post credit Bucky x reader one shot, please? Doesn’t matter if it’s over a table, on the floor, pinned to a wall, etc. I just need him desperately.

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Warning: 18+ Minors DNI | Possible Thunderbolts* Spoilers | Smut | Detailed Open Door | Dirty Talk | Exhibitionism | Praise Kink | Light Choking | Mirror | Rough | Undertones of CNC | Swearing | Unprotected Sex | Oral

Word Count: 1702

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The watchtower was quiet. The halls were empty, and the fluorescent light felt cold. There were no meeting briefings or training sessions. The others were gone. Out on assignment. Somewhere across the Atlantic. Everyone except yourself and Bucky, that is. 

You found him in the kitchen—shirtless, tac pants slung low on his hips, black and gold vibranium flexing as he poured himself a glass of juice. His hair was messy, falling over his cheekbones, looking like he’d just gotten out of bed.

“You know,” you said, stepping closer to him. Your hand sliding down his chest, over the soft trail of hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants. “We don’t get nights like this often.”

He hooked a finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. “Quiet? Alone?” 

“Unsupervised,” you corrected with a shrug.

Bucky raised a brow. “You’re trouble.” 

You stretched your neck, brushing your lips against his jaw. “Tell me something.”

“What do you want to know?” 

“Have you ever tried fucking on a kitchen table?”

His smile faltered for a moment before his lips curled into a slow, feral smirk. Something dark flickered across his eyes. “Not yet.”

He didn’t waste time. He’d already lost enough of that.

Your back hit the table, and he pushed your legs apart. Your nightshirt bunched at your hips. He dropped to his knees. His metal hand wrapped around your thigh, thumb stroking circles along the inside as he pressed hungry, open-mouthed kisses against your skin, up to the crease.

“You’re already soaked, doll,” he muttered, his tongue dragging a long stripe through your folds. “Fuck.” he groaned at your taste.

You bucked your hips, arching into him, and tangled your fingers in his hair as he licked into you. Starting slowly, then suddenly, rough, sloppy, relentless—like he was starved. His tongue flicked against your nub, and he held you still.

“Keep ‘em open for me, doll,” he rasped. You hadn’t noticed your thighs trying to close around his head. “Let me eat.”

Before you knew it, your body shuddered and you came hard. But Bucky never stopped, you trembled against him, pleas spilling from your plumped lips in quick, breathy pants. 

When he finally stopped, he stood. Shoving his pants just low enough to free his hard, aching cock—he lined himself up. You wrapped your legs around him, tight as he pushed into you with a grunt.

“So–fuck–tight,” his metal hand pressed to your chest, thumb grazing your throat as his began thrusting his hips at a steady pace. “I should’ve done this the first day I met you.” 

Slam.

Deep and rought, he fucked into you. 

Now, hard enough to make the table creak.

“B-Bucky—”

“Ask me another.” 

Your gaze met his, daring blue eyes.

“H-have you ever t-tried… the balcony?” you stammered between moans. 

You were bare to the whole of New York City, pressed against the metal railing. Your hips lifted, and arms braced, he rubbed himself over your soaked folds again. 

“Buck–this is—” you panted. “Any-Anyone could see us—oh,” 

“No one’s here,” he whispered, scraping his teeth along the skin of your neck. “Just me, just you.” 

That thought, the thought of getting caught in such a compromised position, and with a teammate vanished as he slammed into you again. He kept one hand on your hips, the vibranium one slipping around to play with your clit. Cold metal teased you mercilessly. 

You shook, clenching around him.

“Fuck doll, you feel—” he groaned a low growl, deep from his chest. “So good. Stretched out. Taking me.” 

Another orgasm rippled through your body, your head falling back. Nothing but the night sky above you, and the sounds of New York City under. Your legs became weak, grasping onto him as he fucked you through it.

“Again,” he demanded, teeth nipping your collarbone. 

You lifted your head, half-laughing in a daze. “Have-Have you ever tried–” you caught a breath before continuing. “The El-Elevator?”

 The heel of his hand slammed the emergency stop button, and the doors enclosing behind you. He was on you before you had time to gasp for anything. Hands gripped your hips, spinning you around. He pressed your chest against the mirrored wall. You whimpered at the cold contrast hitting your hardened nipples. 

His arm curled around one of your thighs, lifting you slightly as his free hand wrapped around your throat—forcing you to make eye contact with his reflection.

“You sure?” he rasped, lips ghosting the shell of your ear. “Can you take more?” 

You swallowed hard, nodding despite the anticipation that knotted in your stomach. “Please, Bucky.” 

Inch by thick, stretching inch, Bucky sank into your again. The new position hits spots you had never felt before. His forehead pressed to your shoulder as you whimpered, fists curling around the handrail. 

“Not a single drop of serum in you, and yet you’re keeping up with me so well. Such a good girl.” 

You could barely breathe. Your back arched against him, pressing your chest further into the glass. The mirror walls reflected everything. You watched your lips part, the way his hips slammed against your ass, the raw heat between you, and then, you watched as his hand curled around your stomach. 

He pressed down, sending a new shivering sensation down to your core. “You feel that?” he whispered. “How deep I am?” He slowed his pace. Deep, deliberate strokes left you gasping. “You gonna come for me, again?” he grunted.

Your breath hitched. 

You were so close. 

Your clit throbbed, sensitive from his touch.

“Come on, doll. Give it to me.”

He shifted slightly, angling his hips just right. And you cried out. Your forehead pressed against the mirror, legs trembling, barely supporting your weight. 

“There it is,” he soothed, brushing your hair to the side and kissing your shoulder. “Has the newest Avengers got it in her for one more?” 

“H-h-have you e-ever tried it—” you nodded, giving yourself another moment to find the words. Trying not to focus on his still hard cock filling you up. “T-tried it in the t-training room?”

You watched his reaction in the reflection. He had stilled, his hot breath fanning against your neck. A hungry, dangerous glint returned full force in his eyes. As if you had just challenged him in a sparring match, one he had every intention of winning. 

A dark chuckle, low and breathless, rippled from his chest. He pulled out of you slowly, making you feel every inch of him drag against your walls. Your knees gave out. But he caught you. “Easy, doll, we’re not done yet.” He held you up, placing a soft kiss against your temple. 

A hiss of hydraulics filled your ears as the elevator jolted back to life. He turned you around once again, a hand cupping your cheek and pulling your face closer to him. He was intoxicating. The way his lips molded against yours, sucking and biting. How were you ever going to go back to normal in the morning after this? 

You made it down to the training floor. Lights dimmed, and silence filled the serialised room. The wide mat space was empty, with more mirrored walls. You could move around the room with your eyes closed by now, all muscle memory. But this was different. You weren’t in your usual state of mind. 

The second the glass door slid shut behind you, Bucky shoved you against the padded, soundproof wall. His mouth crashed against yours again. Desperately, as if he were claiming you. He didn’t need to. The way your head spun for him tonight, he already had you. His tongue reached deep, swallowing your breath, your moans. 

“This memory is going to haunt me,” he gritted through his teeth, pulling you off the wall toward the sparring mats. Your back hit the mat with a thud. “You, on your back for me. Under me. A pretty little mess.” He spread your legs as he crawled over you. 

He didn’t bother taking it slow with you this time. He plunged into you with one sharp, hard thrust.

“Buck—fuck—Bucky!” you gasped, back arched off the mat.

His vibranium hand slid under your ass, driving deeper into you as he tilted your hips. Your wrists were pinned above your head, nails digging into the palms of your hands. The sensations sent pins and needles shooting up your thighs, and your vision blurring. 

“Fuck—moaning my name,” he grunted. “You want more? Say it.” 

“More—Please, Bucky—More!” 

He thrusts harder, and you scream for him. He fucked you like you were his mission. That mission being your absolute destruction. 

Your body felt like molten, trembling beneath him. You were unsure of how you were still moving, working with him. Still breathing under him. Your mouth dropped open in a silent cry as he pushed you over the edge for the fourth time that night. 

As you came down from the high, you noticed his chest heaving above you, ragged breathing against your neck, and his rhythm faltering. “Beg.”  he groaned, his words nearly a plea themselves. “Beg for me.” 

You whimpered, nodding slightly. “Please,” you whispered. “Please, Bucky.” 

That was all he needed.

A pathetic little please.

He let your legs fall, pulling out of you slowly. Only for him to gently shift your body again, but this time with more purpose. Guiding you up onto your knees, his hand steadying you. 

You looked up at him, your heart thundering, lips parted, and your eyes glassy with need. Need for him.

His thumb stroked your cheek. “Look at you,” he smirked, moving his thumb down to your bottom lip and pulling it down. “So fucking perfect.”

You took the hint. Opening your mouth for him, like the good fucking girl he turned you into. And then, you took the blunt head of his cock into your mouth. 

He growled your name, a low and broken growl—sending a shiver down your spine. He held the back of your head, his movements reverent—blue eyes locked onto you.

And when he finally let go, he whispered your name like a curse, like you were a religion, and it was only you he’d ever believe in. 

___

[nandanandada]

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Hey, Sergeant

Summary: Bucky Barnes x fe!Reader -> Yelena offers you a job, but you want to meet your new boss before you agree.

Disclaimer: Mentions of guns, fighting, swearing. Reader is trained as a Widow, Bucky has a massive crush. Not Proof Read.

He’d had a long day. Between training, meetings, mentoring and dealing with rush-hour traffic in New York; all Bucky wanted to do was get home, cook a decent meal, watch some TV and go to bed. 

But, instead, he was forced to fight. 

He knew something was off the minute he walked inside. There was a new smell. Not the perfume Natasha wore, or even whatever sage stick Wanda was burning. Something that he didn’t recognise. 

But no one was inside. 

There was a cup in the sink, still half filled with coffee. Someone was still drinking it. Leaving his groceries on the kitchen island, he touched the mug. It was still warm. Someone was definitely inside. But they hadn’t come out yet. They were hiding. 

Bucky looked around, reaching for the weapon locked under the kitchen island. “I know you’re still here.”

Bucky listened out. A noise came from the pantry. As he moved over, he made sure he was still covered before opening it up. No one. 

Kate had just left the crackers balancing on one of the baskets, again. 

Slowly, Bucky moved around the room. Making sure to check every hiding spot, he kept his eye out in case someone snuck up on him. 

And they did. 

From round a corner, you and Bucky came face to face. Your eyes, length of your hair, shape of your lips; each part of your face imprinted itself on his mind. If you got away, he’d still remember you. 

“Who are you?”

“What is it to you?”

“You’re in my home.” Bucky told you. 

“I’m here on invite,” you told him before reaching for his gun. 

“What-” Bucky reached for yours. 

You’d both switched positions. Bucky was against the wall. You started moving backwards as he walked forward. 

“Who invited you?”

You smiled, your hand unwavering. “You seem pretty interested. Why don’t you guess?”

Bucky was stunned. Who the hell were you? 

“Guess?”

You nodded. “Isn’t there something on your schedule for today, Sergeant Barnes?”

Bucky just stared at you. “Okay. Quit messing around. Who the fuck are you and why are you in my home?”

Rather than answering, you reached for your gun again. Before you knew it, you and Bucky were against the floor. He was above you. 

He shook his head. “Not Hydra. Too eager. Hacker? Friday never signalled-”

You hit him just hard enough to roll yourself, trapping him under you. “Nice guess, but no.”

“You know, when I said you could meet him first, I didn’t mean like this.”

You both turned and looked at the door where Yelena was standing. “Are you done?”

You looked back at Bucky with a smile before standing up and getting off him, swiping your gun back as you did so. You checked the clip before making sure the safety was on and clipping it back to your side. 

“Yelena, what the hell-” 

“Before you yell, I brought her here.”

“Who is she?” Bucky asked, standing to his full height. 

“She is your new assistant.”

“Assistant?”

Bucky turned and looked at you. You stood at ease. Like everything that had just happened…didn’t. 

“I thought I told you I don’t-”

“Yes, you do. And there’s no point arguing with me, Bucky, because your scheduling is awful. You need help. And since you wouldn’t accept a Shield recruit, I brought Y/n.”

Bucky turned and looked at you. “You’re Red Room?”

You shook your head. “Red Room adjacent.”

Bucky closed his eyes for a split second and shook his head. “What the hell does that mean?”

“It means I found her and she’s your new assistant. I trust her, Bucky.”

Bucky just looked away from Yelena and back at you, needing more than just one sentence. 

“I was trained like I came from the Red Room. Secret files and footage my aunt got a hold of. Trained me up. Sent me to work. Few years later, Yelena found me thinking I was one of the brainwashed trainees.”

“And you’re, what? A secretary now?”

You chuckled and sat down. “I worked in an office through high school. It’s been a while but,” you looked around Bucky to Yelena and back to him. “It seems like I might be the only viable candidate.”

Bucky glared at Yelena, but she wasn’t accepting any excuse. 

“You need someone, Bucky. And it’s either Y/n or Hill comes down here with a Shield Rookie.”

Bucky sighed. He couldn’t take another Shield Rookie. 

“Monday.”

You smiled up at him. “Great.”

Nearly a year later, it was still the best job you’d ever taken. Well paid – Yelena made sure of that. Lots of work – Shield made sure of that, for both you and Bucky. And just…fun. 

“James Buchanan Barnes!” You stood at the top of the hallway, your arms folded. Your voice was firm but not too mad. “So help me, God, if you don’t get your arse back here I will agree to Sam’s plan to set you up on a dating app.”

You and Joaquin watched as Bucky stopped walking. Despite his back being to both of you, you saw him take a big breath. You smiled and looked at Joaquin. 

He turned around and walked back up the hallway to both of you. “Fine. I’ll do it. But I’m not gonna enjoy it.”

“That’s what you think,” you mumbled loud enough for him to hear. He shot you a glare, but you weren’t so easily withered. 

Joaquin practically bounced on his feet. “Thank you. Seriously, Bucky.”

As he ran off in the other direction, pulling his phone out to make a call, Bucky turned to you. “I hate when you use my full name.”

“But I love your full name,” you smiled. Bucky just grunted and turned down the hall. 

“Thank you,” you called after him, your voice a little softer. He just waved you a hand. 

A week later, you were with Bucky in a tailor's shop. He was, yet again, messing with his collar. 

You tapped his hand away and stood in front of him. “You need to quit it. Everything will be fine.”

“I can’t breathe in this thing.”

“Be glad you’re not in a corset.”

He just gave you a look. 

You looked under the bow tie and fiddled with the buttons until they were undone. Pulling the bow tie from his collar, you looked around and judged different ties before picking one. You helped him tie it around his neck. 

“You should come with me.”

You laughed. “Yeah, right.”

“I’m being serious. Joaquin said I should bring someone. And you’re my assistant. Technically you have to do what I say.”

You just gave a half smirk to Bucky. “What do you think the likelihood will be for me to say yes?”

He chuckled. “I know, but…please?”

You looked at him, his blue gaze locking on yours. His voice was soft. “I’m gonna need someone with me. And, as much as I appreciate people wanting to talk, I don’t think I can take an entire night of small talk. Please?”

A soft smile broke out on your face. “Okay. But only if you stop fidgeting with your collar.”

Bucky nodded. “I think I can do that.”

A week later, Bucky was watching you descend the stairs of the gala making him instantly regret his decision on asking you to be his date. 

You looked…incredible. 

To him, you outshone everyone in the room. A floor length gown that made you look like nothing less than a Greek Goddess. And that smile of yours…

He was weak at the knees. His heart was practically leaping out of his chest and his fingers itched to hold you close to him and never let you go. 

Of course he knew you were beautiful. He didn’t spend practically every day with you and not notice. But that had been in a setting where he could set aside his most inner thoughts. He was your boss, technically. And you were his assistant. And also Yelena’s friend. 

But in front of him at that moment…

His thoughts couldn’t be shut off. Everything seemed heightened. The setting, the idea that you were his date, that dress…

“You’re staring.”

Bucky broke out of his trace for a moment and smiled. “Sorry. Can’t help it. You look stunning.”

You felt your cheeks heat and you looked away from him to gather yourself together. You looked down at the dress. “Thanks.” You looked back at him. “Yelena helped me pick it out.”

Bucky nodded. “She’s got good taste.”

You smiled. “Ready for the wolves?”

He turned a little and held his arm out to you silently. “You might not have let me pick you up, but you’re gonna have to let me be a gentleman at some point.”

You let out a soft chuckle and took his arm. “Okay, Sergeant.”

The entire night was…something else. Something fun and…a memory you’d cherish forever. 

Maybe he hated the fancy galas, but there was no denying Bucky Barnes looked good in a suit and tie. There was also no denying that he was a good dancer and you trusted him entirely. He was also nothing less than a gentleman. 

You even got him to talk to a few people outside of his normal social circle. And each time you did, he just held you a little tighter, practically anchoring you to him. Not that you minded. You didn’t plan on running. 

Maybe finding him a few more people to talk to just to extend the time you spent in his arms, sure. But not running. 

By the time you got back, he dropped you back home. 

“Thank you for coming with me tonight.”

You shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. It was fun.”

Bucky shrugged himself. “You still could have ditched it before. I wouldn’t have blamed you. But I’m glad you came.”

You looked at him and smiled. “So am I.”

Bucky waited until you turned a lamp on inside your home before he got back in his car and drove away, his mind wandering back to you each time the lights turned red. 

[mochazai]

Not to be dramatic but Bucky’s new theme literally got me tearing up rn

Like he FINALLY gets to have a theme that isn’t doom and gloom, finally his theme isn’t something that ties back to his winter soldier days

ITS EPIC, ITS HEROIC

It feels like a celebration of everything he has become. Because he isn’t the winter soldier, he’s James Buchanan Barnes, overcomer of the worst this world has to offer

And i find that beautiful 🥹

[stuckyslut8]

A guiding voice.

Summary : steve guides Bucky on eating your pussy out.

Pairing : nomad husband steve x wife reader . Bucky x reader.

Warning : oral, fingering, lots of dirty talk, filthy talk. Husband steve , post civil war bucky. Sub Bucky, Dom steve . Degradation.18+ minors DNI. This is so filthy, but then I'm 100% sure this is how nomad steve will be.

Steve and you had always been givers when it came to Bucky, he deserved it after everything he'd been through and it calmed him down, having his cock sucked like a lollipop.

You and steve both loved giving him the pleasure, that's how you slowly brought him out of his shell since the accords happened. You steve and bucky , lived in a secluded cottage in Massachusetts, where it was safe and no one could find you, steve would leave for his little missions sometimes when natasha called ,other than that it was just the three of you.

You both took care of Bucky, you knew he was fragile, a little grumpy but still very fragile. Bucky was finally becoming his old charming self, he even asked you to let him eat your pussy, he was quite eager, he needed a little help of course cuz he hasn't done it in a long fucking time.

So you and steve agreed , and thats how you ended up like this, with your legs spread apart by the blonde super soldier's arms, your back against his chest, Bucky was kneeling in front of you waiting for Steve's words. "Go ahead baby boy, lick our pretty girl's pussy."

And bucky did, he was eager giving you messy licks like he would eat his ice cream, you moaned in pleasure.

"give her long licks from the bottom bucky that's what gets her going." Bucky did as steve said, licking ling stripes from your hole . He continued his actions, before steve told him to stop.

He moved you around in his arms a little , before licking pushing his two fingers in your mouth, you liked it coating it with your saliva. "Good girl" the blonde soldier praised you.

"see now is the important part buck" he pressed his fingers to your entrance, Bucky watched closely, "you gotta prep her with your fingers too" he teased your hole with his index finger, before pushing it in, making you moan in pleasure.

"spit on it puppy" steve told Bucky, Bucky looked at him hesitantly. "She likes it babyboy trust me, that pussy likes to be covered in spit, makes her even wetter" . Bucky gathered the saliva in his mouth and spit it on your pussy, steve praised him making him blush. "Good boy, now you can spit in her mouth too, but i assume you already know that , she's a dirty slut, you can use her however you want." Steve saying those things about you turned you on so much, you wanted nothing more than to ride tour husband at this moment, taking his big cock in your bare pussy, but you knew this was meant for bucky, so you remained stoic, except for the moans you left out.

"hear those sounds, you gotta follow em, it'll let you find her sweet spot, just like daddy does when he fingers that ass of yours, our girl had a sweet spot in her pussy too , you'd have stimulated it when you fucked her, but that was probably because your cock is too big for her tiny pussy, but when you eat her out it's very important to find it." Bucky nodded as if taking mental notes of the points steve said, he wanted to please you so badly, make you feel as food as steve, he'd seen steve eat you out so many times, and he wanted to try it..

Steve pulled hsu fingers out of your dripping hole with a pop.

"now put your tongue in her, swirl it around,push it in deeper" bucky put his hot tongue in your hole, doing just as steve instructed him, and og not it felt good . You couldn't control your screams.

"go as deep as you can bucky , she loves it .....see how she's wiggling in my arms. Good now fuck her with it, push your tongues in and out , like you do with your cock when you fuck her, just like that . Good puppy you're a fast learner " the praises form steve along with your noises made Bucky more eager to please you.

"hnm feels so good bucky uhh" you barely go your words out before you came all over the brunette's face.

Steve seemed disappointed, "tsk tsk, no buck that's not how you do it, you can't let her come so easily" Bucky looked at him with those puppy eyes, he knew he disappointed his captain and he was sad.

"sorry captain, can I try again, make pretty girl come right this time."

Steve couldn't say no to him of course , "it's okay baby everyone makes mistakes, this is your first time, and i know it's easy to get lost in the noises she makes, but you gotta learn to take control, make her wait for it and then give it to her, let's get again puppy, and again, and again until you get it right, you're gonna be a pro at this , I'll make you. " And oh boy you knew you were in for a long night.

[callsignmagnolia]

I will always be a fiend for these kinds of fics. They are so OG in my love of Bucky Barnes.

The Soldier and His Mission

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 1K

Summary: When a trigger sends Bucky back into the grip of the Winter Soldier, he shadows you with an unyielding protectiveness that leaves the team on edge, though he doesn't harm anyone. After days of tension and careful steps, Bucky finally breaks through the icy barrier, returning to himself in a quiet, tender moment, finding solace in your presence.

You should’ve known something was wrong the moment Bucky went still.

One second, the mission was wrapping up—just another Hydra facility wiped off the map, just another set of goons taken down. The next, something triggered him. A phrase muttered in Russian over a radio, the faintest crackle of a long-dead handler’s voice. You saw the shift in his posture before he even turned around, the telltale tightening of his jaw, the blankness overtaking those usually warm blue eyes.

Bucky Barnes was gone.

The Winter Soldier stood in his place.

And yet—he didn’t hurt you.

Not when he turned to face the team, his body language bristling with danger. Not when Steve hesitated before stepping forward, his hands raised in a placating gesture. And certainly not when you cautiously called his name, your voice softer than the others.

Instead, the Soldier moved between you and everyone else.

A shield.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Back at the Tower, you thought the episode would pass. That maybe, after a few hours, after enough familiar sights and sounds, Bucky would shake it off like he always did.

But the Soldier wasn’t leaving. And he had decided you were his mission.

Not to eliminate.

To protect.

At first, it was just hovering. You moved—he followed. You sat—he stood at your back, ever watchful. The others gave him space, exchanging worried glances when they thought you weren’t looking. Steve was tense, obviously trying to figure out how to break through, while Tony was less patient about it.

“This is a problem,” Stark declared after the first few hours, arms crossed as he leaned against the counter. “I mean, I hate to be the one to say it, but we have a fully armed, brainwashed assassin in the Tower again, and we all know how that went last time.”

“He’s not attacking anyone,” Natasha pointed out.

“Yet,” Tony shot back.

You ignored the argument as best you could, focusing instead on cooking something for Bucky—something normal, something familiar, something that might ground him. His eyes tracked you the entire time.

Then you miscalculated the heat on the stove.

The oil in the pan hissed and spat, and a second later, you hissed too as a sharp sting bloomed across your palm. You barely had time to react before there was a sudden blur of motion.

Bucky was on you instantly.

His flesh hand gripped your wrist, his metal one hovering protectively over the stove, as if it had personally attacked you. His face was unreadable, but his grip was firm, his hold gentle as he examined the burn.

“I’m okay,” you assured him, but he wasn’t listening.

Instead, he took the cold pack you hadn’t even reached for yet and pressed it carefully to your palm, his jaw tight, his brows furrowed in focus. You exchanged a look with Steve over Bucky’s shoulder, and the Captain exhaled, something like relief flashing in his eyes.

He was still in there.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

The Soldier continued shadowing you for the next two days, much to Tony’s frustration. But as Natasha had pointed out—he wasn’t hurting anyone.

Unless they posed a threat to you.

That was something Steve learned firsthand during a sparring session. You had barely landed a hit before Bucky, watching from the sidelines, had moved. The next thing you knew, Steve was on his ass, blinking up at the ceiling, while Bucky stood between you like a human wall, eyes cold and calculating.

“For the record,” Steve grunted as he sat up, rubbing his ribs, “I was letting her win.”

Bucky wasn’t convinced.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

It wasn’t until you needed a medical checkup that things really came to a head.

“Barnes, I have to actually examine her,” Dr. Cho said patiently, eyeing where Bucky stood between you and the med bay’s equipment.

“No,” he replied flatly.

“Bucky—” you tried.

“The room is secure.”

“That’s not the—”

“She does not require assistance.”

“I do require assistance,” you corrected. “Because I burned my hand and twisted my shoulder thanks to a certain super soldier overreacting in the gym.”

Bucky didn’t move.

You exhaled slowly.

“Okay,” you said, shifting tactics. “Then stay.”

That got his attention.

“If you want to make sure nothing happens to me,” you reasoned, “then you can stay here. But you have to let the doctor check me out.”

His expression was unreadable for a long moment. Then, after what felt like an eternity—

“…Understood.”

Progress.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

When it finally broke, it wasn’t dramatic.

There was no grand trigger, no huge revelation.

Just a moment of quiet.

You had fallen asleep on the couch, exhaustion finally winning after two days of Bucky’s overprotective hovering. When you woke up, it was to warm hands gently brushing over your wrist—both flesh and metal, but softer this time, as if relearning the feeling of touching you.

And then you heard it—his breath hitching.

A tiny, barely-there sound, but one filled with something raw.

You blinked sleepily, looking up.

Bucky was staring at you. Not the Soldier. Bucky.

His face was pale, his jaw tight, his eyes wide—his real eyes.

“…Doll?” His voice cracked over the word, like it had been caught in his throat.

You smiled sleepily, shifting so your fingers curled around his. “Hey, Buck.”

His exhale was shaky. His shoulders sagged. And when you tugged him down to you, he didn’t resist.

He just buried his face in your neck and held on.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“You scared the hell out of me, you know,” you murmured later, your fingers absentmindedly running through his hair as he rested against you.

“I know,” he admitted, voice rough.

“You threw Steve like a ragdoll.”

“…Yeah.”

“…Kind of hot, not gonna lie.”

A laugh. Quiet, but real.

And just like that, Bucky Barnes was back.

[chaxan08]

Thunderbolts: The path to true inner peace starts with four little words.

Thunderbolts: Not my fucking problem.

[navybrat817]

Game Nights

Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Game nights in the tower are unpredictable.

Word Count: Over 900

Warnings: Humor, mentions of violence, the team loves trolling on John, kissing, implied smut, team bonding (kind of), Thunderbolts spoilers, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Silly headcanon set in the same world as Not Exactly a Secret and part of my Tower Shenanigans. I'm not at all sorry. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Game nights typically take place on Saturdays since Fridays are reserved for movie night. Snacks and drinks are a must, but there is a drink maximum, so things don’t get too crazy or emotional. 

Bucky purposely gets John the generic brand when it’s his turn to go snack shopping and tells him to deal with it since the quality is just as good. Everyone else gets the name brand of whatever they want. 

There's a huge board with all of your names and the games listed. The tally marks are in various colors, and sometimes names are erased and replaced with affectionate nicknames. 

When John demanded to know who changed his name to “the man with a punchable face”, Bob was ready to confess, but Bucky took the blame, followed by Yelena, you, and Ava. It was a real “I'm Spartacus!” moment. 

Anyone caught cheating is on clean-up duty. You and Bucky have both cheated on the same night so you could clean up together. 

There are occasional tournaments complete with medals and trophies. The gang insisted that participation ribbons were not allowed, but you found a funny last place trophy that you had to get and everyone agreed.

The gang tries to switch it up between classic games, video games, and children's games to keep things interesting. No matter what you play there is a level of competitiveness. 

You try not to rub it in when you win a game, but you will have a subtle smirk on your face when you catch Bucky’s eye. Alexei, on the other hand, loves to yell, “In your face!” while doing air thrusts and Yelena has come close to banning her dad from game nights because of it.

If it’s girls versus boys, the girls win almost every time. The boys can't figure out how, but it might have something to do with John and Alexei both trying to be the leader, Bucky being done, and Bob just wanting to have fun. 

Bucky picks you for any game that requires a partner or teammate outside of girls versus boys, even if there is someone better suited. He doesn't care because he always wants you by his side. 

Bucky also picks two-player games for the two of you to play while the rest of the gang plays something else. Yelena often does the same thing with Bob. 

Weapons aren't allowed. That rule should've been enforced from the beginning, but John insisted after Bucky threatened to stab him during a game of Uno. 

To be fair, John kept playing Draw 4 cards and everyone knew it was a dick move. Even John knew it. 

Bucky will switch to Russian when he gets frustrated or really into a game. He didn't realize it until Yelena and Alexei replied in Russian. 

Hide-and-Seek is banned. Ava kept phasing out of her hiding spots, and you and Bucky got caught fooling around in the coat closet. 

Truth or Dare is also banned. Too personal with the questions when it was meant to be a fun night and Ava kept daring you and Bucky to kiss each other, which you did.

Bob got nervous the first time you all played Among Us, but Yelena assured him it would be fun. It ended with a chair flipped over, which is considerably tame.

Bob also goes into any shooting game prepared to lose because look who he’s playing with? He still has fun with it.

You once sweet talked Bucky into playing Dance Dance Revolution and he did well, surprising no one. So did Yelena and Ava, and not a single one of them cracked a smile while they danced.

John takes Pictionary way too seriously, and you threatened to break the easel and stab him when he raised his voice at Bob. Bucky fell in love with you a little bit more. 

Ava encouraged you to flash Bucky once when he was winning at Mario Kart. You did and he looked, but he still managed to win. 

Yelena argues with Alexei during Jenga. She doesn't need him to tell her which block to move or distract her. 

You and Bucky always end up choosing each other's cards during Cards Against Humanity. You just get each other, and you love getting a laugh out of him every time he reads your card. 

Alexei insists that karaoke should be considered a game and he always wants to sing first, which embarrasses Yelena. He once serenaded you and Bucky because, well, he’s one of your biggest supporters. 

Card games are tense and Yelena usually ends up with the most money by the end of them. She prefers Poker to Blackjack. 

Bob was so happy the first time he won Clue that he almost cried. Everyone hugged him, knowing he never got the chance to have fun game nights growing up. 

John recently made a casual comment about wanting to play games like these with his kid. No one gave him a hard time because everyone could see how much he longed for it. 

Some game nights end with yelling and broken furniture, but more often than not they end with smiles, laughter, and a sense of normalcy. It’s a nice change of pace from some of the horrors you’ve faced, and a great way to bond. 

But Bucky will still find a way to stab John if he can if only to keep him on his toes. 

BAHAHA. What do we think? Any other games? What other shenanigans do we think they get up to in and out of game nights? Let me know! Love and thanks for reading.

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[kijrbds]

i think they should fuck nasty until their beards are wet & sticky (til bucky requests a day off bc he can’t walk)

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Till The Bitter End

cw: angst, LOTS of hurt/comfort, reader’s an ex widow, Yelena and reader friendship, Bucky is very supportive, reader is haunted a little by their actions as a widow (mentioned no detail), sadness and slight depression representation! Thunderbolts mini spoilers (there’s mention of the team), my first time writing for him so maybe a tad ooc but also very post fatws and cabnw Bucky vibe as well!

You’re not a part of his life anymore, you have to keep reminding yourself of that. 

You’re an ex-widow. A black widow, a killing machine and he's a congressman now. 

You can’t be there, you can’t be in his house, in his bed. You just can’t. 

One look into you, one quick search and they’ll know everything you’ve done. All the people you’ve killed, all the blood on your hands. Sure they’d forgiven Bucky, he hadn’t had a choice. He was The Winter Soldier; you were just you. A black widow, full consciousness, full ‘choice.’ 

To his credit, Bucky had tried to keep you. He’d tried to make it so that you wouldn’t feel like you’d had to leave, but he knows you. Knew you. 

You didn’t want to make things bad for him, for his chance to make a positive difference. It wasn’t even that Bucky couldn’t find you, you asked him not to. You made him swear on Steve that he wouldn’t find you. 

Then you left, and you regretted it everyday. Bucky regretted the promise too. 

You couldn’t stay in DC, not for a while, so you’d packed your bags and told Yelena you were going on a vacation. 

You’d been to Italy, Spain, then Germany, but your heart pulled you out of there quickly. 

After weeks of deliberating and talking yourself out of it, you finally worked up enough nerve to settle in Romania for a bit. 

It was every bit as beautiful as you had remembered. The history was vast and it was the last place you and Bucky had been truly happy. 

Your old neighbours remembered you, and when they asked after Bucky your chest ached something red hot, like a poker left in the fireplace. 

You managed to hold it out just until the plums were everywhere and then you had to leave. 

The pain of missing him but seeing him in everything was too much, and you had to come home. 

Not knowing where you were kept Bucky up at night. Yelena hadn’t told him you weren’t in Dc about a month into your ‘vacation’ and he was tempted to break his promise and ask Joaquin to find you. 

Then she’d called him and said, “She is home. Do not come looking for her. There is too much sadness.” 

Bucky hated the regret that swam its way deep between his ribs, settling deep inside of him like that had always been its place. Still, he understood. He didn’t begrudge you the distance you wanted. He knows all too well how it feels to be backed into a corner and forced to stay someplace where it feels like you can’t breathe. 

So he let you have your distance, to clear your head or whatever it was you needed even though he hated not having you close.  

At least he knew you had Yelena. 

You were rotting in bed when Yelena came back to the apartment, she was in her suit and you barely registered her till she was on your bed. 

“Up, you need fresh air. I will not let you drown in sorrows anymore.” 

She reaches over you and yanks your curtains open, sunlight shining through the room. 

You roll your eyes. She’s trying to be helpful, but this hurts. 

It hurts because you want to be with Bucky. You want to help with whatever is going on or going to be going on. 

You just can’t force yourself to stop worrying about the potentiality of things going horribly if you do help. 

“Yelena.” 

She cuts you off, her hand slicing through the air to stop whatever it is you’d had to say. 

“No, you helped me when I was like this. Now I help you. Go take a shower, you stink.” 

There’s no room to argue with her when she gets serious like this, but you don’t make it easy for her. She has to practically haul you to your feet and into the bathroom, blasting cold water on you to help snap you out of whatever funk you’re in. 

“Be quick, we have places to be.” 

You furrow your brows, you never have anywhere to be. That’s why you’ve been laying around in the apartment with all the windows closed and the lights off. 

You don’t have the energy to argue and shower so you leave it at that. 

You hear Yelena whispering on the phone outside the bathroom door, but there’s only so much you can make out. 

“She’s not doing good.” Silence as she listens and then her response. 

“I think this is bullshit, but okay. You are the boss.” 

You really don’t know who she’s speaking to, but you can guess. 

By the time you’re finished getting dressed, you have to scoff at how predictable the Red Room has made you and Yelena. 

You’re in black pants and a black sleeveless top fitted to your body; lest you get attacked. No need giving anyone more of you to hold. Your hair’s in two braids pinned to your head as well. 

“You look depressing.” It’s easy for you and Yelena to speak like this; you’ve pulled each other out of ruts like the one you’re in now and a certain degree of bluntness has always been necessary. 

“That’s how I feel, Yelena. Where are you taking me?” 

She shrugs, a bowl of what smells like Mac and cheese sits on her lap, spoon waved around as she chooses her words. 

“We are going for walk. You need the fresh air.” 

Your walk is mostly silent, Yelena understands what you’re going through better than most. Memories of all the horrible things you’ve done are swirling in your head like the beginnings of a hurricane over the water. You didn’t want to be part of their team for this- you don’t know how to reconcile your guilt. 

When you pass by Bucky’s apartment you freeze. 

Yelena walks in and smiles at the doorman, he smiles at you too but you can’t make your feet walk through the threshold. 

“Come on. You need to at least tell him to his face all that you are feeling. It makes no sense that you sit and mope and wallow alone. He is sad too.” 

You shake your head. “I’m going to ruin his entire congressman thing, Yelena.” 

She rolls her eyes, pushing back a few strands of hair from her eyes. “You are both hard headed. You will not ruin things, you’re just going to talk with him.” 

You try glaring at her, keeping your eyes hard but then you smell his cologne; smell that cedarwood and mint you love and you crumble. 

“James?” He’s standing ten feet behind Yelena and when she sees him she nods. 

“Hurt her Barnes, I know how to take that arm off.” She turns to you, a hand resting on your shoulder. “Talk it out. Get it out of you and come home.” 

He shakes his head at her, waiting until she’s gone before approaching you. 

“I don’t think I can do this,” You whisper and if Bucky’s hurt he masks it well. His hair looks a little longer, brushing under his jaw now. He doesn’t look well, there’s dark circles under his eyes, his face looks paler than usual and from what you can see he’s lost weight. 

Your stomach sours at the idea that he’s not been taking care of himself because of you. Your hands wrap around your middle instinctively at the thought. 

“We have to talk it out, doll.” He says softly and you meet his eyes for the first time. 

They’re still that striking blue that steals your breath. God you’ve missed looking into them. 

“We can go up to my apartment or we can go to that corner store you like.” 

You shake your head, “I don’t want anyone to see us.”

Bucky sighs, a sharp exhale and you cringe at how your words replay in your head. 

He doesn’t say anything and gestures for you to follow him. 

When you get up to his apartment, Bucky makes you a cup of tea exactly the way you like it. You rub your chest to release the pressure building behind it. 

“Thanks,” you whisper, not missing the fact that he’s used your favourite mug in his house. 

“I don’t think there’s any reason for this not to work.” 

You can’t help but smile at the bluntness of his words. Like you’d said, bluntness is appreciated. 

“I can give you five right now.” 

Bucky crosses his arms as he sits in the arm chair across from you. “Give them to me.”

His metal fingers flex when you take a long sip of your tea. You sigh before speaking. 

“For one thing, my past isn’t public knowledge or pretty and if we were together and I was attending all your congress meetings and being seen with you at those galas, people would just dig to find the worst of what I’ve done.”

Bucky shakes his head, “I was the Winter Soldier and they let me be congressman doll.”

You scoff, “You also stopped Thanos and brought people back after the blip and helped Sam rehabilitate those displaced from the blip.” 

Bucky doesn’t say anything then. There’s not much to say, he had exonerated that past. People like a tortured man, they could forgive a man for his wrongs especially if they looked like Bucky. There’s a certain appeal to a tortured man getting better. 

You’re not sure there’s anything like that for a tortured woman, and you know society doesn’t like women that are hard to control and that’s what you’ve always been. 

“I don’t want to ruin the life you’ve just started having James. It was hard before you became congressman, I knew how waking you up screaming from nightmares was torturing you again.” you shake your head at the memories. “I couldn’t keep doing that to you. I won’t do that to you.”

You’re on a roll now. “I don’t want to be another person’s pawn. I don’t want to become a part of their game and even if you’re on the inside of it, we’ll still be working for them. We can’t even trust them and I don’t trust that they’re not up to something.”

Bucky can understand that part, not wanting to be a pawn, but this was what he and Sam had worked on. At least to some extent. 

“Anything else, doll?” To anyone else, it would sound patronizing, but Bucky genuinely wants to know if there’s anything else rattling around your brain and worrying you. 

You take a few minutes to answer. “Those are the major ones.”

He nods, and tries for a smile. “Not five though.” 

You scowl, but it’s not nearly as severe as it could be. 

It’s clear to you Bucky doesn’t agree with you. The man doesn’t have a subtle bone in his body and it’s glaringly obvious that he’s relishing in your closeness as he leans forward, the tips of his fingers brushing your knee. 

“Doll,” he looks up at you through his lashes, his eyes intense as he holds your gaze. “You weren’t torturing me. I didn’t know how to make it safer for you to sleep and that shit ate me alive. I never told you, but after you fell asleep again I’d stay up, watching you for hours trying to figure out if there was some way to tell before the nightmares were starting so I could get you out of them before they started.” 

Your heart lurches. 

Bucky takes your silence as permission to continue. 

“Your past is yours, if you don’t want anyone digging around in it, I get it. I can ask Joaquin to seal the documents, I could seal the documents. I could erase them if you wanted too.”

You sniffle and Bucky smiles sadly. “You can’t decide that I don’t want you. We promised we wouldn’t do that, do you remember?” 

You nod, the memory coming back fast. 

It was just after Thanos, you’d been blipped and when Steven had gotten everyone back, you were running to Bucky. You just needed to see him, to know that he was okay. It wasn’t the time, there was still Thanos to defeat and then Tony died, but the night of his funeral when you were laying in Bucky’s bed, your head on his chest he’d made you promise. 

“No matter what, we don’t sacrifice ourselves and we don’t decide things for the other person.” 

His voice was thin and hollow that night, but there had been underlying hopefulness seeping through his words. 

You’d sat up, your knees pressing into the space near his hip. Your hands reached for his face, you had smiled at the stubble there. 

“I promise, Bucky. We’ll stick it out till the bitter end.” You dropped back on the bed next to him, fingers tracing the planes of his chest. 

He had laughed, kissed your forehead and held you to him tightly. “Till the bitter end, doll.” 

“I don’t want to disappoint you Buck. I’ve been just wallowing in missing you, I couldn’t even stay in Romania for more than a month because you were everywhere. Yelena had to help me shower and I was the one who wanted this to end. What a coward you must think of me.”

Your breath catches on the last of your words and Bucky can’t restrain himself anymore. He tugs you to the armchair with him, tucking you into the corner with a hand on your hip. 

“You’re not a coward.” There’s a hint of finality to his words. “You couldn’t disappoint me ever, doll.” There’s grief building in Bucky’s chest at the thought of you alone in Romania. There’s so many memories of you both together in that little house and he knows you still have your key. 

There’s also heartbreak at the fact that you think you’ve disappointed him. Bucky’s been amazed by everything you’ve ever done. 

“I’ve not been any better, but we’re working on it now, yeah?” 

You nod, shutting your eyes and letting the tears fall. Being this close to Bucky is like a balm to all the mangled and splintered edges of your heart. Just the pressure of his hand on your hip is enough, not to mention the weight of his side pressing into yours. 

“I really missed you.” you hiccup and he chuckles, holding you a little tighter. 

“You haunted all my dreams, doll.” Bucky’s metal arm reaches for a strand of hair that’s caressing your cheek. “I know you don’t want to be their pawn, and I won’t let you be. You’re not going to get roped into it as long as I can help it.”

You sit quietly for a time after that. You’re not sure what to say, so you say nothing and just let your tears fall and let Bucky hold you. 

“If you don’t want to be part of the team, I won’t force you. But I want another chance at us.” He whispers the words sometime later and you look up at him, dried tears like rivers on your cheeks, eyes bloodshot. 

“Even with all the sad thoughts?”

Bucky smiles, his hand stroking your face. “Especially with all the sad thoughts. We don’t live through what we did and just go on, baby. We work for it, and I know you’re trying.” 

You sigh, tipping your head on his shoulder. “Yelena is whipping me into shape, she’s not letting me wallow everyday.” He laughs then, because Bucky can see her doing it. 

“She’s a good friend.” 

You lay in silence for some time again, Bucky’s breathing settling you a little. 

You’re not sure if you’d fallen asleep, but the sun has gone down when your phone rings. 

“Did you talk things out? Are you better for now?” 

You smile, you really do love Yelena. 

“We talked it through. M’giving it another shot.” 

Yelena hums, “So you’re part of the team?” 

You sigh, “I don’t know about that yet. But I’m trying with Bucky again.” You feel the man smile against your shoulder. 

“Good. You are not alone and you can’t do it alone, we can help.” 

Your throat clogs with tears, “You’re a great friend, Yelena.” 

She blows a raspberry, “I saved you from poison arrow and you never left me alone after. I am the best friend.” 

You laugh, some of the warmth sneaking back into you. 

“I’ll be home in the morning Yelena. Make sure to lock the door.” 

“Criminals are scared of me. Have a good night.” 

You hang up after a few more minutes, body heavy with fatigue. 

“Ready for bed?” 

You nod, slipping from the armchair and starting towards Bucky’s bedroom. 

You’ve not forgotten your way around this place.

Bucky is pleased at that fact. 

You sit on his bed, slipping out of your shirt and pants, Bucky doesn’t hesitate to get your usual pyjamas; a pair of his boxers and an old red Henley. 

When you slip into your side of the bed Bucky’s eyes go glassy. 

“I’ve missed seeing you in there.” 

You smile as he lays beside you, your head laying on his warm shoulder.  

“I missed being here.”

[pome-seed]

All The Way დ Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: A late night with Bucky ends with him getting you to try something new. Aka, riding Bucky's face (w/ stubble)

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: 18+ Minors Do Not Interact. Riding Bucky's face. Oral sex (f receiving.)

Authors Note: Thank you to the Anon that requested this! (I have no idea what I'm doing, I don't write smut often, but I wanted to try out this request.) Minors and accounts with ageless bios will be blocked if you comment.

You giggle quietly against Bucky’s lips. His hands drag slowly down your back, curling under your knees. You yelp when he hauls you up, your legs instinctively locking around his hips. 

“Bucky-” You pant, his tongue swiping over your lip. 

“I gotcha, baby,” he groans, carrying you through the dimly lit apartment. Your heels make a soft clattering sound as they fall in the hallway. 

You make clumsy work of tugging up your dress. Bucky’s stubble drags roughly against your throat as he kisses down your neck. The bedroom door thuds quietly as Bucky shoves it open. 

Bucky drops you back onto the bed, then makes quick work of yanking off his shirt. You groan dramatically, sliding off the bed as you tug open his belt. “Jesus-” Bucky’s breath hitches in his chest, his stomach tensing as you lick a stripe down his abs.

He curls his palm around the back of your head as you press open mouth kisses along his thighs. “So fuckin’ pretty,” he whispers. 

You drop your forehead against his hip, your lashes fluttering shut. He slowly steps out of his pants and pulls you back up to your feet. Bucky’s wandering hands slip your dress over your head. 

“Cmere,” you whisper, tugging him back on the bed.

He falls onto you with a laugh. “Someone’s excited,” he teases, crawling over you. His knees push between yours, spreading your legs to make room for himself.

You drag your palms along his sides, appreciating each dip and curve. “Shut it,” you glare playfully as you tilt your head up for a kiss. 

Bucky smiles against your lips, his facial hair tickling your cheeks. He hums softly, then slips his hands around your back. His warm fingers slip beneath your underwear and slid them down.

You wiggle your hips to help him get rid of the thin barrier. You expected him to slip off his boxers too, but he just crawls back over you. He nips gently at your stomach on the way back up to you. He ghosts his lips over yours.

You giggle to yourself as he flips you over, dragging you on top of him. You sit up in his lap, teasing your lip between your teeth in thought. 

“I wanna try something,” Bucky whispers, his cold metal fingers dancing a path up your thigh. 

From the look in his eye, you know exactly what he was thinking of. Something hot and nervous coils in your stomach.

“Buck, I don’t know-” You huff, your nails gently scratching down his chest.

He rolls his eyes playfully as he urges you to continue scooting up his lap. His hands gently guide you up his body, his intentions clear. A soft blush heats your cheeks as you move, now hovering over him, knees on either side of his head. 

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he whispers, pressing soft kisses to your inner thigh.

“Are you sure?” You swallow awkwardly, a timid feeling curling in your gut.

His teeth scrape the tender flesh of your thigh. “Yes, I’m sure. Let me take care of you.” He gently stroked his rough palms down your hips. 

You scoot up a little further. “I’ve never done this before.”

“It’s okay, baby, I’ll guide you.” His warm breath tickles your sensitive skin. “I’ll go slow.” You nod hesitantly. His large hands firmly grip your waist and slowly guide you down. You gasp as he presses a soft kiss to your cunt. 

Bucky’s slick tongue strokes slow and careful against your folds. Your hips twitch above him, but his strong arms lock around your thighs and keeps you seated. Bucky hums against you, the quiet vibrations sending a shock through your body. 

Your thighs shake as you struggle to not clamp your legs around his head. Your trembling hands slide against the headboard as you try to keep yourself up. Bucky makes a displeased sound from between your legs. 

His lips make a wet sound as he pulls back. “All the way, sweetheart,” the soft pinch in his brow makes your stomach twist. 

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” you pant, timid about resting your full weight against him. 

Bucky chuckles softly, his warm breath tickling your core. He looks up at you with a reassuring smile. “You won’t hurt me, baby.” He gently bit the tender flesh of your inner thigh. “So please, doll, just sit on my fuckin’ face.”

You groan, a sweaty hand slapping down your face. “Jesus, Buck-” You gasp, trying to catch your breath. “Okay- but if it’s too much, you’ll tap me to let me know?”

He softens beneath you, his thumb stroking you gently. “If it’s too much, I’ll move you, okay? Now stop stalling and sit down, before I pull you down myself.”

His strong hands press firmly into your hips as you finally lower yourself, resting your full weight on him. Bucky releases a deep, satisfied moan against you, his arms sliding to lock back around your thighs.

His jaw works slowly as his slick tongue strokes your clit. You gasp, rocking into him slightly. His rough stubble drags deliciously against your core, burning and tingling.

Bucky suppresses a smile as you start grinding down onto him. He wraps his lips around your clit, sucking gently. He hums again, and you almost topple over. The slick sounds of your core mix with the depraved groans slipping from Bucky’s throat as he devours you. Hungry, like a man starved.

His slick tongue dips into your soaked cunt, his stubble burning against your center. You moan softly, your palms sliding down the wall. Your eyes snap open when his fingers slip around your wrists, guiding your hands into his hair. 

Your lashes flutter and your stomach tenses. His jaw opened wider as he tilted his head into you, his nose pressing firmly against your clit. 

“Fuck-” You gasp, yanking at dark strands of hair. 

Bucky’s metal fingers gently tap your hip, reminding you to keep your eyes open. You whine softly looking down at him as his tongue pushes inside you.

He groans quietly, each delicious drag of his lips and tongue making you shudder. He holds you down on him, face buried in your pussy. He sucks gently on your clit, then circles it with his tongue, only to trail down and flutter it against your throbbing cunt.

You gasp, back arching as you roll your hips. Your stomach coils and your thighs tense. Bucky groans softly as you ride his face, grinding and dragging your cunt over his tongue. He grips your hips tightly and guides your motion, controlling your pace.

You whine and tug at his hair, making his lashes flutter. You shudder, nearly sobbing as he latches onto your clit and sucks, with maintained pressure. 

Over your own senseless moans, you hear him. Grunting and teetering on the edge, sucking in staggering breath as he worships you. He’s almost as lost as you are as he presses his face deeper. 

You sob, rolling your hips against him. Your back arches, you fist his hair, your breath hitches in your chest. Bucky dutifully maintains his rhythm, dragging his tongue through your folds, then circling your clit with the flat of his tongue. 

Your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, peaking and sweeping you beneath the current of pleasure. You roll your hips against his face as he moans against you, the vibrations wracking you with tremors. 

“Fuck-” you gasp. “Bucky,” you pant, staring down at him.

Your thighs tremble, but he doesn’t seem finished with you. You feel the shift as this becomes less about you and more about him. About him needing to worship you. 

He moans against you, his slick tongue dipping back inside you. 

“Buck- fuck, I can’t,” you whine, your hips stuttering. 

His strong arms keep you locked in place as he drags you into blissful overstimulation. Your head rolls back, your thighs helplessly clenching against him. He hums quietly, pressing wet kisses to your core. 

“Please- fuck-” You whimper, your fingers raking back strands of dark hair. 

He relents with a sigh, his firm grip on you loosening. He trails soft kisses from your center, down your inner thighs, his stubble dragging deliciously against your flesh. 

You’re trembling above him, legs weak from straining. Bucky makes a pleased noise and lifts you off of him. He presses you gently into the mattress, then captures your lips in a wet kiss.

You moan weakly, tasting yourself on his tongue. The thought seems to turn him on. He pants into your mouth, his metal hand stroking soothingly along your side. 

“Did so good, baby,” he whispers, peppering soft, slick kisses down your throat. You push your hand into his hair, tickling his nape with your nails. 

“Fuck, Bucky,” you whisper, your eyes falling shut as he quietly showers you in his devotion. You feel him smile against your shoulder.

“Taste so good,” he mutters, snickering when you smack his arm. He glances up at you, his thumb brushing your cheek. “You’re so pretty for me.”

You groan, tugging him back in for a heated kiss. “Shut up.”

“Never.”

A/N: Minors do not interact. Ageless and empty bios WILL BE BLOCKED IF YOU INTERACT.

Thank you! (Aka, I will get uncomfy if someone comments and their bio doesn't make it clear they're an adult.)

[nandanandada]

HE NAKEYYY🤺

Spicy Brownies

18+ 

High Bucky x reader 

Remember Spicy Plants ? Here’s spicy brownies. Welcome to another crack fic. 

Imagine the first time Bucky tries edibles. He knew they would hit differently than smoking but he didn’t think much would happen so he had another. Then another. He was a super solider so he’d be fine. So he had one more. 

He was fine.

He was totally and completely fine. 

“Y/N!”

“Y/N Y/N Y/N!!”

“Oh my GOD!”

You and Steve sat in the living room, giving each other panicked looks hearing Bucky yelling from your shared bedroom. You both sprinted to the elevator and ran down the hall, bursting through the door, unsure of what was going on. 

“What is it Buck- oh my god” 

“What the hell…” Steve blinked, slowly backing away while you cocked your head to the side, observing a very naked Bucky looking at the mirror. 

“He nakeyyyy” Bucky whispered, staring at himself in the mirror wide eyed, cupping his own cheeks in utter shock. “Y/n, there’s a naked man in our room” 

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