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Hi, can't believe I didnt ask it yet, but can I be added to your taglist please?

Yes you absolutely can be!! I’ll add you now ✨

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I’m so excited and so conflicted. I don’t want it to be over but I’m SO ready to know how it ends. This has been hands down, one of my favourite fics I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading 🥰🥰🥰

It’s a Deal - Series Masterlist

TAG LIST - CLOSED

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Series Summary: You’re out of a relationship of 10 years and you’re just in desperate need to get laid, no strings attached, no romance, no complications. You dear friend Natasha feels like she’s going to regret this later, but she might have the perfect guy to fulfill your needs.  

Warnings:  +18 only, smut, casual sex, Bucky is a whore, boytoy!Bucky and proud, acquaintances to fuck buddies to maybe lovers, fluff, eventual angst, mention to past relationship, break-up.

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Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15 (Final)

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💜✨ This is an Amazing Creator Award! Your creations are incredible, and they light up every dashboard they land on. Pass this on to eight of your favorite creators to show your appreciation and let them know their work is loved! ✨💜

Stop this right now 😭😭

I don’t know how to copy and paste these, so my dumb ass is just crying over receiving them 🙄😂 thank you ☺️

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💜✨ This is an Amazing Creator Award! Your creations are incredible, and they light up every dashboard they land on. Pass this on to eight of your favorite creators to show your appreciation and let them know their work is loved! ✨💜

Thank you 😭

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YOU KILLED ME WITH THIS. I’m am deceased. Please call my emergency contact and tell them my wap got the best of me 😂😂😂

“Cum for me, I’ve got you.” He hit from a new angle then, her body convulsing a little from the foreign pressure in her abdomen. “I’ve always got you.”

We’ve talked about this, but DAMN babe. That line has got be crying some serious hoe tears. What a strange emotion. Horny sobbing 😭

He found himself overcome, consumed by an emotion that was so strange, so foreign, he couldn’t help but bury his head in the crook of her neck for comfort. A strangled sob rang out in the air, her fingers tracing light circles on his back to soothe him. He was fragile beyond words, unable to hold his nerve and remain stoic.

Holy fucking shit. That’s the ticket, give it to me! Bucky crumbling into himself is literally the hottest thing 🥵 I can’t with this. I’m obsessed, you know this, but let me reiterate, THIS IS THE BEST.

I’ve Got You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, mentions of alcohol, tooth rotting fluff, a sprinkling of angst, unprotected sex, oral f/receiving. 18+.

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: Thanks to @msmarvelwrites for looking over this for me, helping me tweak it and freaking out over it just as much as I did. And to @ozarkthedog for reading it through when I could no longer do words because I’d been staring at it for so long. You’re both awesome.

GIFS not mine. Credit to whoever made them. Found on Google. This was originally a Kinktober submission, but the fluff waaay overtook the kink so here we are.

“C’mon Bucky, its Halloween! You have to dress up, I don’t make the rules.” She pleaded, bouncing up and down on the spot a little for dramatic effect. “Really, I don’t. Tony said you have to. You know what his parties are like.” 

He cringed, remembering the fuss his Ma used to make every October 31st.

“It’s Halloween James, and we will take our joy where we can find it.” She used to say.

He gulped down the sting in the back of his throat, shaking his head from side to side as if to rid himself of the bittersweet nostalgia.

“Look, here this is perfect.” She beamed, holding out the packaged costume for him to take.

“You’re kidding, right?” Bucky huffed, cocking an eyebrow at her. She shook her head side to side gleefully, fingers clasped together in excitement.

“Please, it’ll go perfectly with mine. Do this for me Bucky, please?”

How could he say no to those doe eyes? The way she stuck out her bottom lip for effect had his heart clenching in his chest. Fuck, he adored her. Adored the way she knew just how to wrap him round her little finger, just like that.

Bucky wondered if she had any idea how besotted he was, how long he’d been pushing down his feelings in fear of not being good enough. No, it wasn’t a fear. It was a fact. She was precious, and pure – something he could never bring himself to tarnish.  

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Oh my holy hell.

Okay hold on, let me catch my breath.

This was AMAZING babe. I don’t know why I’m surprised because every time I read something of yours I’m at a loss for words. Like my heart is so full and my lungs don’t remember how to breath. Like finishing a really good book, and I don’t want to turn to the last page. You’re writing is so poetic and honestly I could read your words forever and be happy. This was no exception.

Except I didn’t feel like I was going to throw up at the end of this one. The beautiful floof 😭💖 that sweet kiss they shared in the lab. The way she willingly throws herself into danger without a second throught. I love the way you write readers, because it makes me want to be more like them. Stronger and more sure of myself as a person. Your readers are always so 3 dimensional. With flaws and passions and such beautiful thought out backstories.

Anyways I usually don’t go off like this, but you really got me in my feels here. Thank you for such a beautiful piece. Have an amazing day love 💖

Graveyard

summary: As the unofficial healer for the Avengers, you pride yourself on the ability to mend heroes with the touch of your hand. Only, your gift comes at a heavy price — one you keep secret from your friends —and when Bucky asks you to do the impossible, they’ll discover why your gift is called a sacrifice, too.  pairing: bucky x healer!reader word count: 10k warnings: canon level violence

As a child, you were told it was a gift; placed upon a pedestal above the quaint suffering of a rural town and removed of your innocence for the good of strangers. You’d been made to be revered – honored – for the touch that could mend the broken.  

It began with a cut upon your father’s finger – a slip of a kitchen knife that had left a small bead of blood in its wake. Curious eyes glanced up at your father as he hissed at the sting of it and you’d reach forward to place your infant hand upon the cut, a grip so mall it barely wrapped around his finger. He stilled as a soft glow began to emit from your palm. When you removed your hand and began to cry, your father was stunned to find his skin perfectly intact – no trace of a scar in its place.  

They told you it was a gift, celebrated you as if you were a blessing from Heaven itself. But they were cruel in their rejoice, selfish in their praise. They had not considered your gift was not a gift at all – but a sacrifice.  

Like energy, pain could not be destroyed— but it could be absorbed. It could be transferred. Your father’s cut had not simply disappeared, but instead manifested on the finger of an infant for a few short moments before it faded into your skin; laid to rest amongst a sea of foreign injuries that did not belong to you.  

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You fixed my heart 😂😭💖 Thank you!!!

Could you..could you maybe do a fluffy part 2 to “delicate”? Like he realises how stupid he’s been and it’s just fluffy fluffiness because I’m not gonna lie...that shit hurted.

you got it dude! hope this feels a bit better!

a sequel to this

“spell it out”

Something’s changed. He doesn’t need to be a super soldier with heightened instincts to know it. No longer is there a sparkle in your eye when you regard him, no excited lilt to your voice when he tells you he’s crossed another movie off his list.

Your gaze and tone are just...flat. No life to them, and no warm, buttery feeling that that sparkle was meant just for him. It’s a complete one-eighty to how you used to behave around him. Lively, supportive, sweet.

He’s not sure what’s happened, but he’s determined to put that look back in your eye.

You’re in the kitchen, fixing yourself a sandwich when he slides up the counter next to you.

“So I realized something I’ve apparently been missing out on.”

Silence, except for the scrape of a knife around the mayonnaise jar. He tilts his head almost upside down to meet your downcast eyes, but you don’t look up.

“S’mores.”

More silence as you twist the lid back on the jar, turn away to put it back in the fridge.

“I was thinking maybe, we could have a fire one night, just you and me, and you can show me what I’ve been missing?”

It takes everything for you to not cry or snort derisively. What he’s been missing..... You toss the dirtied knife in the sink a little harder than necessary and that makes Bucky pause.

“Okay, what’s your deal? You’ve been acting off all week. What did I do?”

You turn your face away so he won’t see your chin wobble as you fight to keep your composure. He really doesn’t know...

He says your name, questioningly, imploringly, and it sets your resolve back into place.

“Go eat s’mores with that brunette bombshell you met the other night,” you snap, scooping up your sandwich to take to your room.

His hand is warm on your arm and you make the mistake of looking up at him. The smile he wears is shy but somehow smug, and it puts angry tears back in your eyes.

“Honey, were you jealous?”

You grit your teeth, wrench your arm out of his grip. “I’m glad you find it so fucking funny, Barnes.”

The rage in your voice as you spit his last name makes him sit up straight. You are jealous, and Bucky’s been a complete idiot to not see it.

Slowly, he takes your arm again and tugs you toward him even though you’re sliding against the floor. The glare in your eyes, the absolute rage, would put anyone else six feet under. But he’s all kinds of stubborn.

“Talk to me,” he pleads. He takes to drifting his hands up and down your arms once he decides you’re not going anywhere. “Please.”

“You really have no idea,” you eventually state, voice thick and a new shininess, a fresh sadness, fills your eyes. You duck your head, sniffle once, and look back up at him. “You really have no idea how I feel about you, how I’ve felt about you for months.”

His mouth pops open a bit, mind racing as he picks apart all of your little hints that he’d apparently been too blind to miss. How you’d hold his hand under the blanket when movie night was a war movie, how you always managed to save thirds for him at dinner because you knew how often he’d been deprived of food as the Soldier.

And he knows they’re little things that are his and only his. And he curses aloud. To his relief, there’s a twitch of a smile on your lips before it turns insecure now that the existence of your feelings have been acknowledged.

You begin to fidget, picking at your clothes while Bucky watches you with new eyes. You jump when his hands rise to frame your face, eyes wide and inquisitive until his lips meet yours.

It’s innocent and quick, but Bucky hardly keeps distance between you when he pulls away.

“Can you forgive my stupidity by going out to dinner with me?” he mumbles, a pretty blush painting his cheeks.

A lightness in your heart, your smile widens beautifully and you nod slowly. “Thought you’d never ask, soldier.”

“Yeah, well, guess I needed to have it spelled out for me.”

[msmarvelwrites]

I’ll always find time when it’s you my dear. This was incredible. Also thank you for replying because it reminded me to read this again 😂 and it was just as good as the first time 💖

❝ i see you. ❞ with Bucky 💙

❝ two forty three

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is trying to finish a book.

Warnings: Swearing and smut – please don't read this if you're under 18!

A/N: My darling, I am SO LATE to this – my brain is permanent stupid. Thank you for your prompt request (I'm no longer taking requests) 🖤🖤

All filled prompts are tagged ‘evanstarff drabble’.

--------- The moon draws silver lines across the floor and Bucky is about thirty minutes from the end of this specific torture device.

Ulysses is a godforsaken drag and the author was a middle aged white man with too much money and not enough sense to be any kind of literary philosopher, he decides – but Bucky will never be one to not finish what he damn well starts.

"How long are you going to be making faces over that book?" you ask, the slyest of smiles on your pretty face.

Bucky pushes his glasses up from his stupid nose, because by some hilarious twist of the universe, being older than a century means he has to wear reading lens now.

"However long it takes Molly Bloom to realise she should just fuck whoever she wants," he mutters, mild agitation lining his brow.

You snort, remembering his curiosity then dogged determination to prove the book could be finished despite your misgivings.

That was two weeks ago and for even a fast reader like Bucky, a struggle creased itself into the lines of his face though he refused to give you the satisfaction of being right.

"I see," you reply, gently with a particular tone that has him glancing upwards again with narrowed eyes.

A pause and little movement as he watches you rise from his feet where your own book lies forgotten now. There's a look in your eyes, melting his insides just a touch. A little fireglow warms his neck, his cheeks, and oh, there your hands go, sliding up his thighs.

"I see you," he says, voice low, throat closing up and up as the push and pull, electricity pulsing beneath his skin.

“Do you now?” you reply as heat floods his veins and sure, why not – what’s another night trying to finish this book when you’re there, on your knees, in his lap, body all warm and pressed close, closer against his own.

“I do,” Bucky manages, barely, as greedy lips blot out the sound of his desire surging through his body, your mouth on his own, tongue on tongue, hungry, sweet as sin. Hands go hot between your bodies, touching him, grabbing his own hands, his own fingers and sliding them between your thighs, oh god, slick and wet and warm and yes, this is exactly where he wants to be, right here, right now, in this one delicious moment.

Silver fingers in your hair now, firm heat against the back of your neck and a full body shiver shudders through you as his other hand touches you just right, just there, dizzy and delightful. The world seems to hone in, shrink right down to the heat of his lips on your jaw, your skin, and his urgent touch pushing, pulling, rubbing you, swallowing your moans, sparking joy, bliss, pure, concentrated delight as you thrust against him, trying to get closer, somehow, some way–

Is that your voice crying please, and Bucky grins in your hungry kisses, pulling his fingers away against your gasping protests. His thumb on your lips now, fingers touch your tongue and your lips wrap around his knuckles as you taste sweetness and salt and him in equal, excruciating measure. How easy it is to get lost in him, his hands, his heat, and god, he truly is a titan of the sun come to watch you burn in his flame.

The growl starts low in his chest as you sink into him, at last, at last, and the faraway song of your soft cries echo in his ear. Leverage, just a little, small movements become faster, frantic, his kisses become messy, his hands become urgent, and how could he ever get used to this – to you, in your splendour, letting him take you, take you and own you, make you his own, his heart’s one and only desire.

A shudder and a cry and you come close, but he sees you. He sees you, eyes like silver scars in the deepest blue, and he will not let you go.

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[msmarvelwrites]

This is something else entirely.

The want, the angst, the sex. I honestly had to put my phone down a few times reading this. This was HOT 🥵🥰😳

And you killed it girl. I’m demolished in wanting this one-shot to carry in into being a series where Bucky and the reader get together 😭😭😭

His Girl (Revamped Version)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You’re perfect. Anyone who could read his thoughts would say he’s cheesy, but he genuinely can’t find a single flaw in you. Well, maybe the only problem is the man by your side.

Warnings: Angst, Cheating, Love Triangle, Pining, Smut, Revamped version of first fic written by the author, 18+.

Word Count: 4k.

A/N: Hi!! I’m sorry to say but this isn’t something entirely new. I’ve been thinking about revamping the first fic I’ve ever wrote for a while now. I love the story, but every time I read the original, it made me cringe for several reasons. I like this version better, but I haven’t sent this to a beta and you all know English isn’t my first nor my everyday language, so you may still find a significant number of cringy stuff, lol. If you read it and like it, don’t hold back on the feedback 😊 I’m tagging my permanent list.

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Same vibes honestly and I looooove that 😂😂 girl, get yourself ready!!

Season Of The Witch - Part 3

Summary: Your witchy abilities get you in quite a bit of trouble from time to time… But this time you don’t mind so much. 

Pairing: Bucky x reader 

Warnings: Swearing, Anxious reader, implied smut but still 18+ pleasee! 

Word Count: 2.7k

Author’s Note: Hey you guys! Hope everyone is having a good week so far! It’s been a long couple few days here, but I’m feeling productive today so here we are. Happy reading! Please like and reblog if youve read, your support means so much to me! 

Thank you forever to @cutie1365​ for all her help and advice on this fic. She’s killing it and you should definitely go check out her work! 

You sat, defeated and mentally drained in the wreckage that was your bedroom floor. After you ripped almost everything out of your closet it was decided, you simply could not go tonight. All you wanted to do was sink into the floor and let the miss-matched fabric swallow you whole without surrender. It could be the idea of spending the night surrounded by screaming thoughts… It could also be the frigid rejection you had received earlier from Bucky, but either way your fate was sealed. It was better if you just bailed. Peter would be disappointed he wouldn’t have someone to escape the ‘adult-ier adults’ with him, but he would understand. Wanda, however, would not be so forgiving. 

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THANK YOU 💕💕💕

Season Of The Witch - Part 3

Summary: Your witchy abilities get you in quite a bit of trouble from time to time… But this time you don’t mind so much. 

Pairing: Bucky x reader 

Warnings: Swearing, Anxious reader, implied smut but still 18+ pleasee! 

Word Count: 2.7k

Author’s Note: Hey you guys! Hope everyone is having a good week so far! It’s been a long couple few days here, but I’m feeling productive today so here we are. Happy reading! Please like and reblog if youve read, your support means so much to me! 

Thank you forever to @cutie1365​ for all her help and advice on this fic. She’s killing it and you should definitely go check out her work! 

You sat, defeated and mentally drained in the wreckage that was your bedroom floor. After you ripped almost everything out of your closet it was decided, you simply could not go tonight. All you wanted to do was sink into the floor and let the miss-matched fabric swallow you whole without surrender. It could be the idea of spending the night surrounded by screaming thoughts… It could also be the frigid rejection you had received earlier from Bucky, but either way your fate was sealed. It was better if you just bailed. Peter would be disappointed he wouldn’t have someone to escape the ‘adult-ier adults’ with him, but he would understand. Wanda, however, would not be so forgiving. 

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ALL the feels. Gotta catch me all 😂

Thank you so much for such sweet feedback 🥰 I can literally always count on you 💕💕 also tbh the “antidepressant” but was my favourite too. I giggled writing that 😂

Thank you for handeling it all for me!! You made it through 💕🥰

Season Of The Witch - Part 3

Summary: Your witchy abilities get you in quite a bit of trouble from time to time… But this time you don’t mind so much. 

Pairing: Bucky x reader 

Warnings: Swearing, Anxious reader, implied smut but still 18+ pleasee! 

Word Count: 2.7k

Author’s Note: Hey you guys! Hope everyone is having a good week so far! It’s been a long couple few days here, but I’m feeling productive today so here we are. Happy reading! Please like and reblog if youve read, your support means so much to me! 

Thank you forever to @cutie1365​ for all her help and advice on this fic. She’s killing it and you should definitely go check out her work! 

You sat, defeated and mentally drained in the wreckage that was your bedroom floor. After you ripped almost everything out of your closet it was decided, you simply could not go tonight. All you wanted to do was sink into the floor and let the miss-matched fabric swallow you whole without surrender. It could be the idea of spending the night surrounded by screaming thoughts… It could also be the frigid rejection you had received earlier from Bucky, but either way your fate was sealed. It was better if you just bailed. Peter would be disappointed he wouldn’t have someone to escape the ‘adult-ier adults’ with him, but he would understand. Wanda, however, would not be so forgiving. 

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😂😂😂😂

Me too girl. Count me in!! 💖

Season Of The Witch - Part 3

Summary: Your witchy abilities get you in quite a bit of trouble from time to time… But this time you don’t mind so much. 

Pairing: Bucky x reader 

Warnings: Swearing, Anxious reader, implied smut but still 18+ pleasee! 

Word Count: 2.7k

Author’s Note: Hey you guys! Hope everyone is having a good week so far! It’s been a long couple few days here, but I’m feeling productive today so here we are. Happy reading! Please like and reblog if youve read, your support means so much to me! 

Thank you forever to @cutie1365​ for all her help and advice on this fic. She’s killing it and you should definitely go check out her work! 

You sat, defeated and mentally drained in the wreckage that was your bedroom floor. After you ripped almost everything out of your closet it was decided, you simply could not go tonight. All you wanted to do was sink into the floor and let the miss-matched fabric swallow you whole without surrender. It could be the idea of spending the night surrounded by screaming thoughts… It could also be the frigid rejection you had received earlier from Bucky, but either way your fate was sealed. It was better if you just bailed. Peter would be disappointed he wouldn’t have someone to escape the ‘adult-ier adults’ with him, but he would understand. Wanda, however, would not be so forgiving. 

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