#pwyc!bucky

[nickfowlerrr]

🖤 headcanon - pwyc bucky loooves making reader flustered and embarrassed by purposefully doing things he knows gets her going (lifting her up, flexing his muscles, caging her into small spots beneath him) but then acts innocent and asks her what’s wrong while she fidgets and squeezes her thighs, obviously worked up…

STOP RIGHT NOW

you're absolutely, 110% correct lol. i got so giddy reading this, just imagining it.

You're in the small break room of the shop, waiting for Bucky to finish the tune up on your car that he swore it needed.

He said he was almost finished but asked if you could grab him a drink from the fridge. You obliged, thirsty yourself, and went to grab you both something. You greeted Thor as he sat at the table eating his lunch. Hiding your amusement at how tiny the table looked before him. Nat followed you in and sat to join him, but you weren't paying much attention to their conversation as you walked a bit further into the kitchenette area.

You're bent over, grabbing a can of soda from the bottom drawer of the fridge when you sense someone behind you.

Standing, you turn to see who it is and accidentally end up blocking yourself in - the corner of the counter behind you, and the wall of mass that is Bucky before you, leaves you with no space as he looks down at you, taking a step forward and forcing you further into the corner of the counter as you take one back.

Your eyes are fixed on him, your breath stalling in your throat as you watch him encroach upon you even more.

You can get much further from him, your body right up against the counter now, only your head tilting back as his tilts down ever so slightly to you, his hands planted on the counter, his bulking, strong arms on either side of you.

You can smell his cologne mingling with the scent of the motor oil that stains his shirt, his hair mussed and a bit of sweat beading on his forehead as he blocks you from getting space away from him... not that you plan on trying.

His blue eyes are gleaming with mischief as he holds eye contact with you.

Your breathing is a bit more labored as you find yourself waiting for him to pounce... Wanting him to, despite your lack of privacy. But the others' presence isn't something you're really registering - and they aren't paying much attention to what's going on behind them, anyway.

Bucky lifts a hand, slowly, and you close your eyes for a second as you anticipate his touch across your skin.

Then, you hear the cupboard behind you open, and your eyes do the same.

Bucky has a brow raised at you as he grabs a cup, taking the can from your hand in his other before he steps back,

"You alright there, sweetheart?" he asks, faux innocence lacing his voice, but the playfulness you catch in his eyes gives him away completely.

You straighten up and, quietly as you can, clear your throat.

"I'm fine," you answer. Though you can feel your sudden desire clenching in your tummy and slickening between your legs already, damn him. He doesn't need to know that, though.

As if he can't tell already.

You continue, discreetly squeezing your thighs as you move in an attempt to ease the growing ache, "Why wouldn't I be?"

He laughs under his breath, more to himself than, cracking the can open and pouring half into the cup for you as you watch, "You just look... a little flustered," he says, glancing over at you briefly before turning back to you fully.

He grabs the can and takes a drink, his eyes drinking you in in their own right.

"Car's almost done. Give me five minutes," he says as he backs away, heading for the door, "then you can go for a ride," he smirks, his innuendo not lost on you.

You inhale sharply before you swallow hard. You straighten again and press your lips together as you look off to the side, not wanting him to see the effect he so easily has on you.

"Mhm," you hum quietly, turning your back to him and crossing your legs as best you can while standing, fingers playing mindlessly on the counter as you wait for him to leave, missing the crooked grin that spreads across his face as his eyes rake over you one last time before he goes to finish up your car.

[a-b-riddle]

This is how I imagine PWYC Bucky 🤤

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[nickfowlerrr]

Omg hi Bestie! I love your biker bucky Series. It’s my fav on the app. I was wondering if we could get some hc’s or a little blurb about what bucky would do when y/n got hurt whether it’s small or at the hands of his enemy 😫 Ily!

thank you so much omg!! <3 i'd be happy to write some hcs :) i've never written any before so hopefully i'm doing this correctly lol.

small injuries:

bucky is all over it lol.

he hates when youre hurt or in pain and needs to fix whatever is wrong as soon as possible

say you cut your finger while making lunch, he is on you like a damn blood hound the second you let that "ow" slip past your lips.

light admonishments of how you need to be more careful as he checks to make sure your finger is okay. all the while you're insisting youre fine and you just need a band aid

or maybe you're walking down the street and someone accidentally bumps into you.

before you even turn to see bucky's face, youre feeling bad for the guy who bumped you. you apologize and try to get out of there before he causes a scene on your behalf.

if looks could kill, the poor guy would already be dead. a few low growls from bucky about manners and how inclined he'd be to help show the guy some have him apologizing to you profusely, hands up to show he's not a threat as he scurries down the street.

"there was absolutely no need for that, buck."

his arm is around you in a flash, pulling you close to his side so no one would even have the chance of brushing into you again. "tell me about it, sweetheart. some people, ya know."

bigger injuries...:

if you thought bucky was scary before...

god he would be absolutely lethal. he almost ripped steve's head off when he had hurt you and steve is his best friend. could you even imagine what he'd do to someone he hated???

maybe someone comes into the diner one day and tries to intimidate you to get at bucky. with the surveillance bucky has on the place, no way the guys gets out of there without running into someone, if not bucky himself.

it wouldn't matter to bucky is he'd done nothing more than speak a single sentence to you, he'd have him outside before you'd even catch on to what was happening. if there's one thing bucky is good at, it's sending a message. and he'd make sure his message got across loud and clear.

if someone actually hurt you, idk...say a rival arms dealer gets a hold of you, bucky would burn the city to the ground to get you back. and when he finds you bloody and bruised, god help anyone in his vicinity. he'd be ruthless and act with no hesitation until he gets to whoever was responsible for inflicting the injuries to you. then he'd take his time. make sure they feel every bit of what he does to them.

when all is said and done and you're home, he doesn't let you out of his sight for a second. he's around 24/7 and he doesn't care if he's bugging you. you can tell him to give you some space but the most you'll get is him going across the room to let you breathe for a bit lol.

very tender and attentive to you. making sure you're doing okay and you're healing. any wounds are kept clean and bandaged and every time he touches you, it's as delicate as ever.

this isn't even to mention the mental/emotional things he'd be going through. the thought of you hurt bc of him is like his heart if being crushed in his chest, and it makes him sick. even just the idea of losing you has him all over you. he has to ensure you're here and while you're here, he's going to spend every second making sure you know how much he loves you, and maybe even moreso, he's reveling in the warmth of you and your love for him. i'd count on a lot of sweet, gentle sex, too bc at this point we all know these two can't seem to go two gd seconds without trying to fuck lol

[nickfowlerrr]

Hey! Such a fan of your work. Do you still take requests for pwyc Bucky? Is there any chance you could do a reader having a down day bit? Been having a hard time lately and I find so much of myself in her and Bucky soothes the soul. NO worries if not, or if you’re trying to enjoy the holidays and not be put on a downer. So grateful for your work x

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bad day

pairing: pwyc!bucky x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. female receiving smut. comfort fic. if i’m missing something you think should be tagged, pls let me know!

words: 2.3k

notes: thank you so much for sending this in. i have been feeling much the same lately so i was really glad to write this little drabble. i hope you find some comfort in it and hopefully it can help brighten up your monday 🖤 sending you love and wishing you a happy holiday season, anon! and to everyone else who reads this, too. 🥰

“Sweetheart?”

Bucky’s voice called out into the silence of the house, receiving no answer in response. All the lights were off, letting him know you hadn’t been downstairs, at least not since the sun started to set.

He knew something was wrong, he had been feeling it all day. He was worried about you, texted you repeatedly and tried to call when he got a chance, but you didn’t answer. If he could have left that meeting with Stark earlier, he would have in a heartbeat. He’d been itching to get home since he started feeling something was off with you. Steve called him out on not paying attention to much of what was being said at the meeting, but he couldn’t have cared less. He was antsy and on edge, annoyed at every question he was asked and clearly irritated any time someone spoke directly to him. The only thing on his mind was you.

“Baby,” he called out, softer as he approached the door to your shared room.

He had no idea what was wrong, but the heaviness he had felt from you all day was starting to get near paralyzing. It was like you were overwhelmed and completely numb at the same time. All he wanted to do was comfort you, make you feel better. Whatever he could, whatever you needed him to do, he would do. He couldn’t take feeling this much longer knowing it was all radiating from you. You must’ve been drowning at that point, the weight of these unknown emotions hadn’t let up all day except the few times you had probably fallen asleep.

Still not getting a response from you, Bucky quietly opened the door and walked in to find you lying on the bed still in the pajamas you were wearing when he left you this morning. You were curled up on his side of the bed, cuddling with his pillow, a delicate pout on your lips as you stared at nothing, breathing steady. Your eyes were bleary when you looked up as he came in.

“Hi,” he said softly, moving to sit next to where you laid on the bed. His hand immediately going to your back, running it up and down soothingly.

You didn’t respond right away, instead letting go of his pillow that you’d been using as a surrogate for him, and grabbing his arm, urging him to lay with you. He got the hint right away and let you pull him down before he adjusted himself so he was facing you better. Your arms wrapped around him and you buried your face in his neck as he returned your embrace.

“Hi,” you mumbled against him.

“What’s wrong, princess?”

“Noth-”

“Don’t say ‘nothing’,” he cut you off before you could finish replying.

You closed your mouth, thinking briefly before deciding not to answer.

Bucky allowed the silence as he returned to rubbing your back, taking a breath as the ache in his chest eased just the slightest.

“Bad day,” you finally responded quietly.

“That makes two of us,”

“Sorry,” you winced at the reminder that he was forced to feel what you had been feeling.

“Don’t be. All I wanted to do today was be here with you,” he assured you.

It was quiet again before he heard your small sniffling and the dampness of your cheeks on his skin as you nuzzled even further into him.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay, doll. I got you, you’re okay,” he cooed as he leaned down to place a kiss on top of your head.

“Talk to me, sweetheart. Tell me what’s wrong. I’ve been feeling this all week, I know you’ve been trying to push it off,”

“I just,” you took a breath before trailing off, not knowing how to explain properly.

“You can tell me anything,” he reminded you.

“I know, I just..”

All words left your head, any semblance of an explanation you could try and offer went flying right out of the window. Not being able to pinpoint it only made it that much worse. He was asking a sensible question. What was wrong?

What was wrong?

What is wrong? Why are you feeling like this?

Why don’t you have a single fucking idea as to why you’re feeling so…bad.

Your heartbeat picked up and so did your breathing. You were trying to find a reason, just one. But you couldn’t. You just felt like this. No real logic to it. You couldn’t give him an answer and you only made yourself feel worse knowing you were making him feel the same.

“I don’t know,” you cried, dejectedly into his neck. More tears falling freely now.

“Shhh,” he whispered into your hair, cradling you against him now. “It’s okay, baby. ‘S’okay.”

You calmed as he held you, feeling slightly better having acknowledged that you were feeling bad instead of fighting the feeling as it had been threatening to drag you down all week, trudging through each day and only finding any kind of reprieve when Bucky was near. Your breath was beginning to steady when he pulled you back from him slightly, looking in your glassy eyes before he gently wiped the remaining tears from your face and you leaned into his hand.

“Have you eaten today?” he questioned.

“No,” you answered, looking away from him, feeling embarrassed that you hadn’t really left your room at all. You had started getting ready in the morning, lazily brushed your teeth and even washed your face. You were going to get in the shower, but when you went to start it, decided to do it later. You just felt so tired still. You crawled back into bed and slept for another hour before you awoke. You felt even worse then. Bucky had left and you had no distractions from the black cloud that had been following you around lately. So you just let it storm over you. Sleeping on and off throughout the day and wallowing in self pity and despair when you were awake. Everything and nothing was wrong all at once. But now, as you were coming back to yourself, your lack of living today was clear and you felt stupid and lazy for it.

“I need to shower,” you mumbled, moving to get off of him. He held you down, keeping you in his embrace, not letting you up just yet.

“I’m gonna make you dinner, first,” he told you.

“Okay,” you allowed as you looked up at him to meet his eye, “Well, I can shower while you make it,” you suggested, thinking it was the obvious course of action.

“No,” he stated, with a shake of his head as he held your eye. You furrowed your brow in response. “We’re gonna shower after,” he told you.

“We?” you repeated softly, looking him in his eyes. The warmth and affection that swam in them was comforting as he nodded before pulling your face closer to place a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Then I’ll light a fire and we can watch that show you keep telling me about. How’s that sound?”

“Good,” you answered, nodding slightly. “Honestly…Anything’s good as long as you’re here,” you simpered.

“Someone’s feeling sappy,” he smirked, repeating the words you always shoot at him when he gets too sentimental or cheesy on you, earning a light eye roll and smile from you at his teasing as you laid your head back down on his chest, taking another moment to just relax in his arms.

“Actually, can we just.. I don’t know, order pizza? Then we can shower right now and just go downstairs to eat and watch the show when it gets here.”

He nodded in response.

“We can definitely do that,” he agreed, a relaxed smile on his face as he felt the heaviness slowly lifting from you.

You pulled yourself up again, this time he let you go as he sat up, grabbing his phone from his pocket to place your usual order. You wandered into the bathroom, starting the shower to let the water warm up before you began to slowly take your clothes off. You were stepping out of your sweats as Bucky came in behind you, tugging you to him. You leaned back against him as he hugged you before his hands found the hem of your tank top, slowly pulling it up and over your head. He nudged you toward the shower that was beginning to fog up already as he began to undress.

You stood under the water, the warmth helping you relax further. Your body felt so sore though you hadn’t done a thing all day. As Bucky got in with you, his arms wrapped around your waist and you sighed at the added relief he brought you. You stood there for a while, swaying in his arms slightly as the water fell on the both of you. Eventually, his arms slipped from around you and when his touch returned, he was gently washing your body, the suds of your soap slowly washing down your skin with the stream of water that was directly above you. Bucky placed soft kisses on every area of your body he washed for you, worshiping every inch of you. He knew you weren’t feeling great, but he wanted you to know how much he loved you - and how incredible you were to him. He needed you to know he would always be there for you, no matter what. On your best days and your worst. He wasn’t going anywhere.

It was like you could feel his love for you radiating off of him and it warmed you. You grabbed his hand as he dragged it back up your hip once you were done washing off. You turned to him and wrapped your own arms around his torso, your hands now traveling up and down his back as you rested your head on his chest. He didn’t force you to talk, didn’t need you to explain. He just understood. Intuitively, instinctively. He knew what you needed right now.

You needed someone to be there.

You were so used to being alone, relying on no one but yourself, but it got tiring after a while. Having no other choice but to stay strong. Things were different now and you knew that. You knew you had Bucky, and you knew you didn’t have to be so strong all the time, but old habits die hard.

When you were together like this, though, you were reminded that you could let yourself feel. It was okay to break down because he’d be right there to pick you back up.

“You okay, princess?”

“‘M’okay,” you nodded. “Bucky, I...Thank you,” you whispered as you looked up to him, one hand reaching up to touch him, your thumb stroking his cheek as your nails gently raked along his neck and into his hair before pulling him down to kiss him softly, lips brushing delicately before you kissed him a bit harder, pressing yourself closer to him.

“I love you,” you breathed against his lips.

“I love you,” he responded, leaning down to kiss you again.

You stayed like that for another minute, just holding each other.

You grimaced as your stomach suddenly grumbled, the hunger you hadn’t even noticed just an hour ago now making itself known.

“I think I might be hungry,” you admitted as Bucky chuckled.

“That’s what happens when you don’t eat all day,” he lightly admonished. “Let’s finish up in here, by the time we’re done the pizza should be here.”

“What do you mean ‘finish up’? I thought we were done?” you said, confused. You’d both washed up and rinsed off - hair and body. You had thought you were both ready to get out and dry off.

“No, I’m not done with you just yet,'' he said as his hand slipped down between your bodies, his knee nudging your legs apart carefully. You leaned further into him as his fingers found their way to your sensitive folds, rubbing you gently before he slipped two of his thick digits into your tight heat as you gasped and shuddered against him, keeping your balance by holding onto his shoulders while he cooed in your ear, whispering sweet nothings to you as he pumped his fingers expertly in and out of you, curling them perfectly, hitting your sweet spots just right as you let out breathy moans at the stimulation. His thumb began rubbing tight circles on your swollen clit as he coaxed you to your orgasm, working you through your high once the pleasure finally overtook you, the white hot warmth erupting through you as you held onto him, muscles tensing and thighs shaking as you came.

You were trying to catch your breath as he suddenly picked you up by your thighs, making you wrap them around his waist. He kissed you again, stealing your breath as he did before you pulled away, nearly gasping as you rested your forehead against his.

“How long do we have until they get here?”

“Long enough,” he breathed huskily, crashing his lips into yours once again. You moaned into his mouth, mewling as you felt his erection throbbing against you, nearly teasing your entrance with the angle he was holding you at.

“Tell me what you want, pretty girl,” he said as he nuzzled his face into your neck.

“You,” you sighed. “I want you.”

You pulled his face back to yours, kissing him as gently as you could, trying to get across how grateful you were that he was there, and how much love you had for him, how much you felt for him as he held you so surely, so securely in his arms.

“Always you.”

[minervadashwood]

pwyc bucky doing this while y/n watches with pregnancy hormones making the whole thing seem super hot.

Sometimes I casualy think about that time Sebastian was assembling a cradle in a movie

[nickfowlerrr]

Hi I loved your Pretty when you cry series read it twice already and you did a amazing job 🥰 I was wondering if you could write the reader from that series being catcalled by some creep and dark biker Bucky witnesses it and completely losing it and defending her and maybe it ends with some fluff I hope you have a lovely day or night ❤️

knight in leather armor

pretty when you cry series masterlist

pairing: pwyc!bucky x curvy!reader

warnings: harassment. violence. not much else. this blog and all of my fics are always 18+ only.

words: 2.3k

notes: thank you so much for sending this in, sorry it's taken so long! i hope you like it. 🖤 and thank you so much for your kind words!! 🥰🥹

as always, comments and reblogs are more than welcome and so appreciated. thank you in advance for reading!

You huffed as you pushed out past the crowd of drunken people gathered by the door of the bar. You were exhausted and ready to get home as soon as you could. Your car was at the shop so you didn't have a ride of your own, but Bucky assured you he would be there to get you right at midnight.. It was now half past twelve and he had yet to show up.

But you couldn't wait inside anymore, the air was stifling and you were overheated as the bar was nearing full capacity.

Though you were annoyed, a part of you was also starting to get worried. He hadn't called or texted to let you know he was running late, so where the hell else could he be.

Walking out into the cold of the midwinter night, you were only greeted by more bodies crowding the streets. You rolled your eyes as someone bumped into you, not a care in the world in their drunken state. You walked down a bit to get away from the groups taking up space in front of the entrance and pulled out your phone to call Bucky and see what was up.

As you held your phone and picked your head up to look around you, you felt eyes on you. A man with a buzzcut and dark blue eyes was leering at you from maybe 10 feet away. He was tall and though you couldn't be sure with the way his clothes concealed his physique, he seemed to be a bit burly. You didn't like the way he was looking at you and walked further down, pushing aside the wave of anxiety that was beginning to rise. As your eyes darted down the other side of the street, they landed on the familiar sleek black SUV parked down the way and then found Bucky as he stood next to it, a scowl on his face while he was listening to someone on the other end of his phone. When you saw him, you immediately let out a sigh of relief. But when you saw him open his mouth to respond to whoever it was he was talking to, you realized why he hadn't called or texted. He was clearly in an argument over the phone and you wondered how long he had been there.

You briefly considered giving him another minute or so, but you were so tired and the weight of that guy's stare was still on you as you stood under the last light on the street. You looked back quickly and when you met the man's eye, you decided you didn't want to wait and started walking down the darkened street to get to Bucky.

"Hey," the stranger called from behind you. You almost stopped in your step but kept yourself walking and acted like you didn't hear him.

Your heart rate picked up when you realized the guy was now following behind you. He wasn't necessarily close, but close enough to make you uncomfortable.

"Hey, where you goin'?"

He was closer now as you silently cursed the rows of cars lining the streets that had forced Bucky to park so far down.

"Home," you answered shortly without looking back at the man. The very slight slur of his words let you know he was probably drunk.

"Home?" he questioned. You weren't too far from Bucky now, but he still hadn't seen you as he was snarking at whoever was on the phone. "You need a ride, baby?"

You swallowed the response that was sitting at the tip of your tongue and kept moving. You were coming up on Bucky, all you had to do was walk just a little further and then cross the street. Right when you were about to step off the curb and sidle between the small space between the parked cars lining the sidewalk to cross the street, the man behind you grabbed your arm roughly.

You instinctively pushed his hand off of you as you turned to him incredulously. His large hand then landed on your ass as he groped you. "What the fuck are you doing?! Don't touch me!" you seethed as you tried to shove him away from you. His voice was deep and rough as he spoke, leaning closer to you and attempting to grab at you again.

"Stay away from me," you seethed as you backed up into the street.

"You need a ride, I'll give you the ride of your life, babe."

"What the fuck did you just say to her?" Bucky snarled as he was suddenly behind you, startling you as he pulled you away from the man and stepped in front of you. You could literally feel the rage rolling off of him as his eyes burned into the drunken stranger, his jaw set and nostrils flaring.

"Hey, man, I was just offering her a ride," the man slurred, his hands raised up in the air in faux innocence. You grabbed Bucky's hand and tried to pull him away but he didn't budge.

"Let's just go, come on," you tugged at him but instead of listening to you, he handed you the keys instead.

"Get in the car,"

"Bucky,"

"Did he touch you?" he spoke through grit teeth, his eyes never leaving the man.

"...Buck-"

"Did he touch you," he reiterated sharply.

"Yes," you breathed quietly as you could. You saw him pull his arm back and grabbed onto it tightly to stop him before he swung at the guy, "Bucky! I'm fine. He's drunk, he's being stupid. Let's just go."

You could feel the tension running through him as he stared down the man. If looks could kill...

It took a second but he finally let his arm lax just the slightest as you pulled him back.

"You're gettin' real fuckin' lucky tonight, you piece of shit."

Bucky finally turned around to face the same direction as you as you walked toward the car. You were relieved you wouldn't be witness to whatever Bucky was about to do as you unlocked the door with the key fob as you got closer. Thankful you were able to get Bucky to walk away, especially when he was already fuming, you let out a breath of relief for the second time that night. All you wanted to do was get home and relax with him until you feel asleep, all too eager to push past the encounter and pretend it didn't happen. You could already see yourself melting into his embrace and the stress you were just feeling was easing at the thought. Bucky was here and you were safe and that's all you wanted to focus on. You were already deciding your questions about who he was talking to and your complaints about having to wait around the overly crowded bar for half an hour would wait until tomorrow.

But as you approached the car, walking around to get in the passenger's seat, the sound of the man's voice from across the street had you stopping in your tracks, eyes squeezing shut as you exhaled heavily, not needing to look behind you to know Bucky was already walking back over the second the man opened his mouth. There was literally nothing you could do. He'd brought Bucky's wrath upon himself.

"If you're so worried about the slut you shouldn't be letting her walk the streets like that anyway. We can all see that ass and those tits on full display, she's just asking for attention. Bitch is begging to be touched."

Bucky didn't say a word as he walked straight to him, each word leaving the guy's mouth only adding to Bucky's ire. All he could see was red. It had taken nearly everything in him to walk away when you were holding onto him but he wasn't going to be able to stop himself now.

The stranger watched as Bucky approached him and didn't seem the slightest bit worried. Either he was too drunk to realize what was about to happen, or just stupidly confident Bucky wasn't actually going to do anything. You pitied the guy just a bit as you shook your head. The second he was close enough, Bucky swung his fist directly at the guy's face.

The man fell back instantly as Bucky stayed on him. He was dazed, but Bucky slapped his face harshly and forced him to meet his eye.

"Look at me," he growled, "you say one more goddamn thing about her, you so much as look in her direction ever fucking again, I will fucking kill you, do you understand me?"

Bucky shook the man as he blinked up at him in apparent shock.

"I said do you fucking understand me?" he bellowed.

The man nodded his head weakly as Bucky let go of his face, his head hitting the cement as he groaned. You thought that'd be the end of it, but instead, Bucky delivered another punch to the man's face as you cringed away, not wanting to see it. You pulled the door open and got inside the car, keeping an eye on Bucky from the tinted windows to make sure he was going to walk away. He stood up, his chest heaving as he breathed heavily, the aggression and anger still pouring off of him as he crossed back over to the car, leaving the man dazed and bloody on the ground.

Instead of getting into the driver's seat, he walked to your door and opened it, his eyes scanning you up and down quickly as his hand found your face. He searched your eyes before speaking.

"Are you okay?"

You placed your hand over his as you pulled it away from your cheek. "Are you?" you asked as you lightly ran your thumb over his split knuckles.

"Answer me," he said sharply. When your eyes narrowed at his tone, he instantly softened as he squeezed your hand. "Are you okay?"

"I told you, I'm fine. More than I can say for that guy,"

"Deserved a hell of a lot worse,"

"Can we go, please," you asked. He was clearly still agitated and you wanted to get him home, or at least just away from the bar, before anything else could happen.

He let go of you and shut your door, walking around the hood of the car before he got in and took off.

"I'm sorry I was late. Got caught up on the phone with Stark, didn't realize how much time had passed. I was gonna go inside and get you."

"You don't have to apologize," you shook your head, "you were still there."

You saw his fingers tighten against the wheel as he drove, his jaw clenched in irritation. You reached your hand over and held it out as you stared at him expectantly. He looked over at you and his gaze softened as he gave you his right hand, continuing to steer with just his left.

Bucky didn't so much as flinch as you gently prodded at his hand. "Does it hurt?" you asked.

"'M fine, sweetheart."

You accepted that and turned his hand over, beginning to lightly trace the lines of his palm with your fingers as you leaned back into the seat, turning your body so you were facing him more. You could feel the tension leaving him as you touched him.

"Thank you," you said softly, looking up from your intertwined hands to him. "For defending my honor," you smirked teasingly.

He huffed a laugh, a crooked smile forming on his lips.

"Always, princess."

"You think the top is too revealing?" you questioned as you looked down at the black v neck long sleeve you wore. It showed a hint of cleavage, but it wasn't crazy - at least you hadn't thought it was.

"You could've been walking down the street without a shirt at all - he shouldn't have put his hands on you - he shouldn't have said a single fucking word to you," he snipped. "But no, it's not."

"Yeah, I didn't think it was," you mused, still playing with his hand in yours. It was as much a comfort to you as it was to him.

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You finally got home and immediately went upstairs to change into your pajamas. Soon as you were comfy, you wandered back downstairs. You found Bucky in the kitchen and came up behind him, wrapping your arms around him as you pressed your face against his solid back.

"I love you," you murmured against him. He turned around in your embrace and wrapped his arms around you in return, leaning down to place a kiss on your head.

"I love you, too," he said.

"Thank you for being there,"

"You don't have to thank me, doll,"

"I want to," you said pulling your head away from his chest to look up at him. "You're always there, looking out for me. I feel...safe. When you're around. Even tonight, I was obviously freaked by that guy, but I knew you were close and I knew you wouldn't let anything happen to me. So, thank you."

He leaned down and pressed his lips gently to your own, kissing you softly as you squeezed him closer.

"I'll never let anything happen to," he spoke against your lips. "If I'd been paying attention, he'd never have even gotten so close to you."

"Stop," you admonished. "I'm okay...tired. It was a long night I'd rather forget about. I really just wanna lay down with you," you said as you tugged him to walk with you back upstairs.

"Yeah?" he questioned, earning a demure nod from you in return. He smirked as he picked you up effortlessly while you squealed lightly in surprise, arms winding around his neck. You smiled as he held you tightly, breathing him in as you nuzzled into the crook of his neck. "To bed we go, then. I'll help you forget all about tonight, sweetheart.

[nickfowlerrr]

Getting pwyc vibes from this gif https://www.tumblr.com/nickfowlerrr/716041933395558400?source=share

🥰

ahhhhhhh 😭 don’t give me any ideas, i have so many wips i need to tend to. 😩 but god the urge is so strong to write a little drabble inspired by this because it’s absolutely them 🥺🖤 bucky is on her any chance he has…. oh fuck, okay. who am i kidding. here we go.

his favorite pillow

pairing: pwyc!bucky x curvy!reader

warnings: ooey gooey softness. not really anything. also i wrote this in 3rd person pov for some reason? so there’s that lol.

words: 752

notes: i legit just wrote this so not at all edited lol sorry for any mistakes. thank you in advance for reading, i hope you enjoy this! as always, feedback and reblogs are welcome and so appreciated. 🩵

She can just be lounging on the couch, reading a book or lazily watching a movie on television when Bucky walks by and sees her.

It’s not ten seconds before she feels his weight on her as he lays himself down without a word, his head burying itself in her chest as his arms rest on either side of her.

He takes a moment to enjoy her warmth and the soft skin of her cleavage against his face before he lets himself get really comfortable, shimmying down her body just a bit as he lets his head lay back down.

Her hands are already coming up to run through his hair, holding him gently as he relaxes even further into her. A soft moan tumbles from Bucky’s lips under her attention, his eyes already fallen closed.

His face is on her soft tummy as she cradles his head against her chest. When he feels her lean down, placing a delicate kiss on his hair, he swears his heart almost hurts from how full it is.

He never thought he would have this. Never thought anyone would care about him the way she does. He doesn’t deserve it. He knows that. But she’s still here. And she still loves him. He can feel it with every brush of her fingers through his hair. With every relaxed inhale she takes. With every beat of her precious heart that he’s vowed to never break again. And he knows she’ll deny it, argue semantics, but he’ll go to his grave saying he loves her even more.

Her soft laugh catches his attention as he turns his face up to meet her eye. She’s smiling down at him, her eyes twinkling. “You’re like a cat,” she laughs again, her voice quiet, almost a whisper. Bucky has a sleepy smirk on his face as he nuzzles into her again, his hand framing her soft waist, holding her lightly.

“Can’t help it. You’re too comfortable,” he insists.

“You can just grab a pillow,” she tells him, but they both know she enjoys this just as much as he does. When he’s this close, his weight on top of her like it is, she revels in the feeling. Not just warm or content, but safe. Cherished. Loved.

She never thought this was possible, not really. Sometimes, when she’s looking back on the beginning, she worries it’s all in her head. That she’s deluding herself into being this happy. But then moments like this happen. Again and again. And she knows, without a doubt, it’s real. The unadulterated happiness she feels when she’s with him now, it’s nothing but genuine. She couldn’t help it even if she wanted to.

She used to resent herself for it. But she can’t anymore. She won’t. She cares for him. She loves him. Maybe more than she should. But who’s to say. And why should it matter? She knows he loves her just as much. They’re a match made by the fates.

His fingers flex against her waist as he fondles her softly. That sly cheshire grin on his lips cause a brow to quirk on her face as she waits for him to respond.

“You are my pillow. My favorite pillow,” he smiles unabashedly as she rolls her eyes at him, a hint of a smile of her own threatening to play on her lips. He laughs and lets his head rest on her once more, her fingers returning to his hair as they lay together.

It’s quiet again, save the low hum of the television playing. It’s peaceful. Calm.

She smiles as she realizes their breathing has synced. A minute passes and she hears a soft snore coming from Bucky as he naps on her. Gently as she can, not wanting to wake him, she leans her head down once more, placing another soft kiss on him.

His hand ever so slightly squeezes her supple flesh in his sleep as she plays with his hair.

She soon feels herself growing more and more drowsy, too. His warmth and weight lulling her. It isn’t long before they’re both sleeping easily, being held delicately by one another.

His hold on her a symbol of his softness for her, a reminder of the true Bucky, whose warmth was reserved for her alone. A promise to always keep her with him - cherished, safe, and protected. Her hold on him much the same. An unspoken promise of commitment - her care and love for him, despite it all, ceaseless.

(this gif is not indicative of what “reader” looks like.)

[minervadashwood]

@buckysburdens if this isn't pwyc bucky...

which i've been rereading, as a bedtime story.

its the most painful thing,

knowing that the person who hurt you

is the only person who can make you

feel better

[nickfowlerrr]

After the last capital…

I’ve this scenario in my head :

Bucky and you are back to the old habit and arguing about something again… but you stand on the last step of the stairs and he is done with you (he wants to go upstairs to get his phone before he would leave) and pushes you beside but as clumsy as you are, you Trip and fell.

Bucky would be so mad at him self, because you’re hurt because of him again😩😩😩😩

hurt

pretty when you cry series masterlist

pairing: pwyc!bucky x curvy!reader

warnings: not really any? let me know if i need to add something pls! this fic is part of a series, and if you plan on reading it, please, please, please use caution and read all of the warnings!

words: 1.8k

notes: ten thousand years later lol thank you for sending this in! honestly i don't see pwyc!bucky even just lightly shoving reader especially after he made her fall last time lmao he's much more likely to just pick you up and move you out of his way instead but for the sake of the prompt, let's just go with it. &lt;3 i'm on my laptop, so no emojis :(

"Where are you going?" you asked tensely, running around him to block his way to the stairs, the worry in your voice was evident, and even if it hadn't been, you knew he could sense the stress you were feeling. You stood on the last step, not letting him walk up the stairs. "You're not even trying to see things from my perspective," you accused, fully on the defensive.

He was fuming, blue eyes near scorching as he stared you down, jaw set and nostrils flaring. You knew you were edging too far, but you couldn't stop yourself, you couldn't let this go without being able to explain.

"How the fuck did you think I'd feel about this?"

You balked.

"I didn't- I, I don't," you fumbled for the right words, for an explanation but deep down you knew the truth. He had every right to be angry and you had no excuse. You knew how he'd feel about it, and that's why you tried to keep it from him.

"I'm not doing this with you right now," he bit out, moving to push past you. You were going to move to give him space to get past, not wanting to upset him anymore than you already had, but as you sidestepped, your socks slide on the wooden step and unsteadied you right when Bucky stepped up. His arm bumping into you when you were already off kilter and slipping on the step had you falling completely.

Your arm flailed out to grab onto the railing, trying to right yourself, but it did more harm than good as your feet slipped off the step. You had turned your body while trying to grab the rail and so instead of your ass hitting the stairs, your hip hit the edge of the step below you hard as you fell with a thud, and your elbow near simultaneously making contact with the step above you in the fall.

It happened in a second, and though he saw you wobbly, Bucky didn't help get you steady before you fell, assuming you'd get your balance. The instant he realized you weren't stopping yourself, it was too late to grab you.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he stormed, madder at himself for letting you fall now than he was about the argument.

"Ow," you huffed under your breath, grabbing your elbow and you sat up on the step, not bothering to look up at him. He was moving before you even registered him getting closer, pulling you up by your arm to stand. You were too embarrassed and maybe a little too scared to meet his eye, rubbing your elbow again when he let go of his hold on your arm.

You could feel his eyes dead set on you but still, you kept yours to the ground, swallowing thickly.

"Bucky, I'm sorry," you apologized, dejected. "My mom stopped asking about my love life a long time ago and I just- I don't know, I never thought to bring it up. It's not something I'm used to sharing-" you tried to explain before he cut you off.

"Stop," Bucky said harshly, your voice dying immediately.

You dared to peek up at him and were met with a torn look in his normally brighter blues. There was anger and hurt, and if you weren't reading into things, you'd say there might be regret, too.

"Are you okay?"

"I- yeah. I'm fine," you answered, uneasily.

He looked at you a moment longer before he continued up the stairs. You stood there not knowing what to do, considering following him or just leaving him be until he was willing to talk. You didn't come to a decision before he came back down not thirty seconds later. He'd shrugged his jacket on as he came down the steps and your breathing caught in your throat, heart rate picking up. Where was he going?

His narrowed eyes shot to you, and judging by the look you saw there, it was clear he was obviously still upset. "I'm going to the gym."

As he passed you, you grabbed his arm and he stopped on the bottom step you had previously been occupying. You were a step above him, allowing you to be about eye level with him as you meekly met his eye. You opened your mouth to say something but closed it when you accepted you shouldn't.

His glare eased up just the slightest as he considered you before he spoke again.

"I'm pissed off," he glowered as he said your name harshly, "I don't need your reasons why, I really don't want to fucking hear it.

I can't be around you right now. We're either going to end up fighting or fucking and either way you're gonna get hurt, because I am pissed the fuck off," he nearly snarled the reiteration. "So we're not doing this right now," he kept walking and you let go of his arm, watching solemnly as he grabbed his keys and headed for the front door.

"I love you," you quavered pathetically as he pulled open the door, stepping outside. He paused just a moment.

"Do you?" he shot you a heartbreaking look as you floundered at his response. Of course you did. He knew that. He felt it, undeniably. But, his words served their purpose. You fucked up and you hurt him. And he wasn't going to just let you off the hook this time and comfort you and tell you all was forgiven. It was the same thing time and time again. He needed you to deal with the fallout, alone, to get you to see that.

As soon as he shut the door behind him, he wanted to change his mind, go back inside, or at the very least tell you he loved you, too. But he couldn't.

He meant what he said earlier. He'd already let you get hurt on the stairs when he didn't help you the moment he saw you start to slip, something he never would've let happen if he wasn't so caught up in the anger and hurt swirling around in his head. If he stayed and you fought, he knew he'd say something without thinking and only make matters worse; and even if you didn't fight, he knew he'd be on you in an instant with the pent up emotions he was trying to keep at bay so he didn't go off on you completely. And he couldn't trust himself not to take things too far with you. You'd nearly passed out on him the last time you had anger fueled sex, he could still remember the nasty bruises he hadn't meant to leave you littered all over your skin and how sore you were for the few days after. The orgasms were incredible, but he didn't want to risk injury to you just to release some of the frustration he was feeling. That's what the boxing gym was for.

You'd talk when he got home and was a little more level headed, and hopefully you'd have come to a decision on what you were going to tell your family. He couldn't wrap his head around why you'd never so much as mentioned his name to them in the year since you'd been together. Like he was your dirty little secret, something you were ashamed of. The first few months he could understand, not even taking into consideration that you were soulmates and that should have prompted a quicker reveal to your family, but a whole year? He'd spoken to your sister multiple times when she'd facetime you and the entire time, she had no clue you and him were together. He wanted to know what lies you'd been telling her to avoid admitting the truth, but he knew that'd probably only piss him off more. He needed the time to cool off before he went back and had that conversation with you.

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The door to your room opened gently as you glanced at the time, wanting to gripe about him coming home so late, but knowing you had no right to be the one who was upset tonight. You sat up and turned the bedside lamp on to give him some light. You nibbled your lip as you watched him, his hair was damp and he was dressed in a new change of clothes. He had his gym bag with him as he dropped it heavily by the closet, certainly needing to pack it with a new post workout outfit for the next time he would decide to shower at the gym, like he obviously had tonight.

Probably killing time before he inevitably had to come home to see you. Another flood of guilt and regret rolling through you.

"I told them," you informed him softly, his eyes glancing over to you before he walked toward the bed, his face not betraying whatever it was he was feeling. "And I'm sorry-"

"Shhhh."

You obeyed his wordless request as he climbed into his side of the bed, your eyes intent on his every move.

"I'm exhausted, and I'm not ready to talk about this tonight," he said as he moved the blanket to lay down. "Just come here," he coaxed with a huff, pulling you closer. You were pouting without even realizing it. There was a lot you wanted to say, but you stayed quiet. If he still needed time before he wanted to talk, you had to be okay with that.

As he pulled you closer, you wrapped your arms around him, cuddling into him, having sorely needed his comfort from the second he'd left earlier.

He sighed heavily as he rested his hand on your hip, you winced almost imperceptibly, but of course he caught it. He rubbed at your hip carefully as you laxed into him, his touch soothing.

"I'm sorry I made you fall," he apologized, placing a tender kiss on your forehead.

"'S not your fault,"

"Me bumping into you is what made you slip,"

"My socks made me slip. Granted, the nudge certainly didn't help, but," you smiled soft and fleeting. "I'm fine. Not your fault."

There was a moment of silence between you then before Bucky broke it.

"I'm still upset at you."

You knew he was, but hearing him say it out loud somehow made your guilt ten times worse. You tried to pull away, wanting to give him space, but he held you tighter. "No, don't," he told you.

You stopped trying and instead buried your head in his chest as he held you. "We'll talk in the morning," he said, and you nodded against him in agreement. He turned the lamp out and when he settled down again, you tilted your head up so your lips were just against his ear.

"I do love you," you whispered before placing a soft kiss to his stubbled cheek. You settled against him once again, his arms holding you as your head laid on his chest.

"I know," he said, his hands running up and down your back. "And I love you. Now go to sleep," he rumbled as he fixed the blanket around your bodies, content to rest in your mutual embrace for the night.

You had a lot to discuss come morning.

[nickfowlerrr]

Pwyc-valentine Drabble idea - reader works hard to do a cute vday eve for bucky after he’s been at work, she’s making him dinner/baking/wear his fave lingerie 😜 - she starts by hanging a cute banner in living room but the ladder falls and she can’t get down, dangling from the curtain rail until he gets home. The dinner burns and she’s upset that plans are ruined by time bucky comes- he’s charmed/amused to find her hanging and teases her and tells her it’s still perfect anyway

it's brighter now

pairing: pwyc!bucky x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. no explicit smut. it's pretty fluffy. uhm engagement? i can't think rn sorry lol - if there's anything that should be tagged pls let me know.

words: 3k

notes: LOL this is so funny! i honestly don't see how it'd be possible for reader to hang onto a curtain railing for an extended period of time though hahaha so i kinda changed this idea a bit, i hope you don't mind! thank you for sending this in! <3

You pulled at the strap of the black lace set you'd ordered in preparation for today, adjusting it so it held your breasts up nicely before glancing to the clock to check the time.

Bucky should be home soon. Dinner was in the oven, his gift - along with a box of his favorite chocolates - left on the table, while you finished getting ready upstairs. All you had left to do was put up some of the decorations you'd picked up last night while you were shopping. Checking your reflection one last time in the mirror, making sure your lipstick looked right and your eyeliner wasn't smudging more than you intended, you smiled to yourself. This was gonna be good, it'd be a good night.

Some may say you were doing too much, and in all honesty, maybe you were, but you didn't care. Bucky was still a little... touchy about the whole not telling your family about him thing and you wanted to try and make it up to him, as trivial as this attempt might be. You wouldn't say things were tense between you, not in the slightest, but you could tell when certain things came up the shift in his attitude and demeanor. You had hurt him, and you knew it. You felt awful every time you thought about it, which was a lot this past month.

His Christmas Eve proposal had been met less than completely enthusiastic by you and though you had talked it out and come to the conclusion that you just needed time before you wanted to take things to the inevitable next stage, he was still clearly let down. So, two weeks later when he'd found out you never told your family about you and him, it was just another punch to the gut for him.

You'd spent the last month doing a lot of late night talking with him, working through things, trying to communicate your feelings to each other openly. It wasn't the easiest, you were both stubborn and hated taking blame for things you didn't feel you needed to, but once you set your egos aside and really listened to each other, there was a better understanding of where you both stood.

Though you'd apologized multiple times already, you still wanted to try and make things right, show him how much you loved him. Valentine's Day was coming up so you decided to plan the perfect night. Everything was going according to plan, and you couldn't wait for him to get home.

You were almost surprised yourself with how giddy you were. Before heading back downstairs, there was just one more thing you needed to do. Walking over to the dresser that your intimates were in, you pulled open the drawer, moving around your carefully folded sets until you felt the little black box you kept in there. You felt your heart racing and butterflies in your stomach as you stared at it. You'd thought long and hard about this decision from the moment he had asked you and now just felt right. You carefully opened the small box and once again your breath caught at the beauty of the ring he had picked for you. Carefully removing it from its rest, you gently slid the ring onto your ring finger, marveling at the way it glimmered in the light and exhaling delicately as you took in just how right it felt to have on. The beeping of the oven startled you, pulling you from your thoughts and had you suddenly racing down the stairs, making a beeline for the kitchen.

You stopped the timer as it blared and opened the door of the oven, frowning when you saw the food wasn't even done yet. You made a mental note to check it again in five minutes and hoped it'd be ready before Bucky got home.

Spotting the decorations you'd left on the counter, you grabbed them and hurried to get them up. You bought a cute heart banner that you wanted to hand in the entryway between the living room and kitchen but realized you would need to get the step ladder if you wanted any chance of reaching where you wanted it to go.

Carrying it in from the garage, you set it up right under the frame. You paused when it was wobbly as you stepped up, but convinced yourself it was fine, that's what ladders do, right? You had two tacks in one hand and the end of the banner in the other as you stepped up to the top of the ladder. You had to use nearly all your force to get the first tac in and squeaked a bit when the ladder threatened to topple from under you. You stilled as you caught your breath, quickly securing the one end of the banner up on the tac before leaning over to push the second one into the wall. As you forced the tac in, you heard the front door opening, the sound startling you as you hadn't even heard Bucky's car pull up. As you jolted a bit at the sound, the ladder shifted again under you but didn't settle this time as it essentially collapsed beneath you. You yelped again, louder this time as your eyes squeezed shut and you mentally prepared yourself for hitting, not only the floor, but the broken ladder beneath you.

You realized after a perilous second that you hadn't fallen, and suddenly became aware of the strong arms holding you bridal style. You opened your eyes and looked up at Bucky, your mouth parted slightly as your doe eyes looked into his. Fuck, you thought, his reactions and reflexes were always so startlingly fast.

"Hi," you breathed.

"Hi," he echoed, "What the fuck are you doing?" he asked staring down at you in concern and near bewilderment.

"I was trying to put up decorations," you said looking over at the banner half held up by the first tac you'd gotten in.

Bucky sniffed the air, his brows furrowing as he sniffed again. "What is that?"

"What's what?"

"Smells like something's burning,"

"Oh shit!" you cursed, trying to wiggle out of his hold until he set you down. You ran to the oven, pulling the door open to reveal the once promising dinner you'd spent most of the day preparing, now burnt to a crisp. "Fuck," you whined with a pout as you shut the oven off, pulling the dish out of it and placing it directly in the sink. There was no saving that thing now. You stood there disheartened and annoyed at yourself until you felt Bucky coming up behind you, his hands placed on your hips as his fingers played with the lace on your lingerie.

"What's all this?" he asked huskily, clearly already distracted from the burnt food and broken ladder by your choice of clothing. You knew he'd like it, but right now you were still upset by the epic failure that should have been dinner.

You leaned your head back against his chest as you continued to mop, pout permanent on your face as his arms circled you.

"For valentines," you muttered before sighing heavily, "I'm sorry. I was trying to make everything nice and now we have nothing for dinner and a broken fucking ladder."

He chuckled as he held you, "Sweetheart, that ladder's been broken, that's why I had it by the pile of scrap metal. And I thought we talked about you putting decorations up,"

"It was just a stupid banner," you defended, "and it was supposed to be a surprise."

"Well, I'm definitely surprised," he laughed.

"Whatever, it was stupid," you tried to get out of his hold, embarrassment eating at you now, but he wouldn't let you. Instead, he turned you around and pinned you against the counter as he towered over you. You avoided his eye until he gave you no other choice but to look at him as he held your chin in his hand and tilted your head up to meet his gaze.

"It wasn't stupid, doll," he smiled crookedly, leaning in to kiss you gently once. "You really know how to make a guy feel special. Dinner, new lingerie," he simpered as he eyed your body, leaning down closer to you.

"I got you an actual gift, too," you said motioning to the table.

"I know, I'm looking at it,"

"I'm serious, Bucky," you huffed a laugh as you pushed him to turn around. He allowed you to shove him forward before you escorted him to the table, pulling the chair out for him to sit in. You were bummed about dinner, of course, but you could still make the most of the night.

He eyed you for a moment before taking his seat in front of the table.

"Comfy?" you asked.

He tongue darted out, quickly licking his lips before he smiled at you, "Sure."

"Good," you simpered before seating yourself in his lap, your left arm coming around his shoulders as your legs laid across his lap. "I wanted to do dinner first but we have nothing to eat now, so,"

"I don't know, I see something pretty tasty right here," he smirked as his metal hand ran up and down your thigh teasingly.

"Bucky, I'm trying to be romantic here," you chided playfully.

"So am I," he argued.

You rolled your eyes as you reached across the table to grab his present. Stifling a laugh as he groaned at the friction while you moved around on his lap. You handed him the gift after settling back down and watched him open the carefully wrapped box.

You smiled when he did upon revealing the watch he'd been talking about buying last week. He set it down on the table as his arms wrapped around you, leaning in to kiss you as he spoke. "Thank you, babe," he simpered against your lips.

"You're welcome," you replied softly as you leaned in for a kiss of your own, your hands coming to cup his face as he held you against him.

You pulled back, your thumbs stroking his cheeks as he happily closed his eyes for a brief moment, relishing in your attention before standing up unceremoniously with you still in his arms.

You yelped and clung to him as he chuckled, "I'm not gonna drop you,"

"Mhm," you said with narrowed eyes. His brilliant blues met yours and he stopped in his tracks as he gazed at you, the look in his eyes had you softening your own.

"You're so goddamn beautiful," he praised, coming in for another kiss. You were nose to nose as his lips brushed against yours, "and your makeup looks so hot," he smirked.

"Shut up," you laughed as you playfully hit his chest.

He grinned as he walked out of the kitchen. You absentmindedly played with his hair as he carried you upstairs. When he got to your room, he sat you down on the side of the bed as he took his jacket off, toeing off his boots before unbuckling his belt. You sat back, propping yourself up with your hands as you watched him.

"What about dinner?" you asked demurely as he shuffled off his jeans, discarding his shirt to the floor, feeling yourself get more and more excited with his rushed, near frenzied pace.

"I'm more in the mood for dessert right now," he simpered as he moved toward you. "Been thinking about you all day," he said as he pushed you to lay down, his lips descending on your exposed neck. An unbidden giggle rose from you as his lips attacked your skin.

"You say that everyday," you smiled as you wound your fingers in his hair.

"It's true everyday," he insisted, his lips brushing your skin as he spoke, hands feeling you up.

He pulled away, standing up as he admired you, his cock straining against the material of his boxer briefs. His tongue jutted out to lick his bottom lip.

"What?" you breathed as you watched him curiously.

"Stay right there, don't move," he instructed as he pulled his jacket off the floor, searching his pockets before dropping his jacket and grabbing his jeans. Again, his hands delved into the pockets but this time he pulled his phone out of one of them.

You raised a brow as you waited, getting a little self conscious when you thought he was pointing his phone directly at you. After a second you realized that he indeed was.

"Bucky, what the hell," you complained.

"You look fucking perfect like this, sweetheart, it'd be a crime to not get a picture."

You stuttered for a second before sitting up and swallowing hard. "Well, at least warn me first so I can try and look nice," you said before posing a bit for him.

"Fuuuuck," he nearly moaned as he took pictures of you, "you don't need to try to look nice, doll, you're fucking gorgeous." You preened at his admiration, the reassurances and praises tumbling from his lips making you more flustered than you were before. When he got down on one knee, continuing to take pictures, you burst out laughing at his adamancy. "Don't move angel, just look at the camera for me, just like that," he said seriously, so intent on his work.

"Okay, this isn't a photoshoot, Buck," you laughed, getting up and walking over to him.

"Should be," he simpered, looking up at you as you stood before him. You took his phone in one hand and walked closer to him, forcing him to sit on the floor before you turned around, moving to sit down between his spread legs. You leaned back into his chest as you held the phone up to take a picture or two of your own, Bucky readily obliged as his arms wrapped around you snuggly. After a few pics together, you tossed his phone gently onto his pile of discarded clothes and turned around to face him again.

"You were saying something about dessert?" you said, voice sultry. You were on your knees between his spread legs as he sat upright, holding himself up on his arms as he watched you intently, eyes dark and swimming with desire.

You ran your fingers delicately up and along his thighs before allowing your left hand to come up and graze his hard length that was threatening to pop out past the waistband of his boxers.

He hissed at the contact, looking down from your face to your hand teasing him through the material.

He spotted the ring the second he looked to your hand, wondering for a brief second how long you'd been wearing it and he hadn't noticed. He grabbed your hand off of him and pulled you down to lay on top of him as he let himself lay down on the ground.

You were confused until Bucky held your hand in his, examining it as his metal arm rested across your back, hand on your hip as he held you on top of him. You stayed quiet, waiting to see what he would say before wanting to speak yourself, instead just resting your head on his chest, looking up at him as he held your hand. He was playing with your fingers, his thumb rubbing along your hand as you watched him before he found himself fiddling with the ring.

"It looks good on you," he said quietly. The energy between you shifting quickly into something much softer, a longing growing between you, despite the fact you were nearly skin to skin, taking over the heady desire that had been swarming the both of you just moments before. "You didn't have to put it on, sweetheart."

"I know," you responded. "But I... I wanted to," you breathed as you squeezed his hand in yours.

"You wanted to...today?"

"Today," you nodded. "Everyday," you continued, voice a bit softer now.

His eyes left the ring, shooting to yours, the bright blues twinkling as you saw the question burning in them.

"I'm gonna keep it on. If that's okay with you," you trailed off, a small smile playing in your lips as you held his gaze.

You gasped as you were suddenly rolled over, Bucky on top of you, his hand coming to hold the back of your head so you didn't hit it on the floor as his lips pressed to yours fervently, smiling into the kiss.

"You're gonna marry me?" he asked, his lips quirking up into a crooked smile, making your heart flutter.

You nodded. "I'm gonna marry you," you leaned up to meet his lips again, pulling him down on top of you. "I wanna marry you."

"Best valentine's day I've ever had," he smiled, nuzzling into your neck, "best gift I've ever gotten," his lips softly kissed your neck, "You. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," he breathed between loving kisses.

"I love you, Bucky," you murmured as you held him, one hand carding through his hair and the other rubbing up and down his back.

"I love you, doll. Happy Valentine's Day."

You tittered in response, "Happy Valentine's Day."

"Let's go out later for dinner. We can celebrate, too," he smiled softly, "I know you wanted to stay home tonight, but,"

"No, going out sounds good," you agreed, "I don't know how you'll find a table anywhere last minute on Valentine's Day, though," you mused.

"I'm not worried about it," he said nonchalantly, confidence evident in his words.

"Okay," you simpered in response. "Well, I should get dressed, then,"

Bucky stood up at that before picking you up off the ground effortlessly and walking you over to the bed. "You'll have plenty of time later," he assured you before dropping you gently on the mattress. "Right now, let's get back to dessert. "

[nickfowlerrr]

distractions

vonalyn asked: Bellaaaaaaa 🥺 boopin PWYC!bucky just cause those frown lines disappear when he chuckles

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pairing: pwyc!bucky x curvy!reader

warnings: no smut. nothing really to warn about.

words: ?

notes: chi!! i loved this idea so much 😂 thank you!!! this isn’t really what i had intended, i was picturing something a lot fluffier and cuter tbh but then i realized i wasn’t really writing pwyc bucky, just regular bucky, so i came up with this! not as fluffy but still, i hope you like it! 🩵 and thank you in advance to anyone who reads and reblogs! hope you enjoy it.

He’s concentrated on his phone, reading his missed texts as you lay in his arms on the bed. One of his hands is mindlessly rubbing your hip while the other holds his phone.

The crease between his brows grow the more he reads, deepening the furrow. You watch his face as you stay curled into him, a bit of the early morning fog clinging to you.

You could easily fall back asleep, but you just can’t look away as his growing irritation mars his handsome face.

He scoffs at something he reads and an amused smirk tugs at your lips at the sound.

You reach a hand to his chest and rub there soothingly. He hums at the gesture and the furrow lightens just the tiniest bit, but he doesn’t look away from the messages that flooded his phone last night while you were both sleeping, and the frown lines on his face don’t go away either.

You know he wants to read them all and figure out what the guys were arguing about in the group text, but telling from the lack of anyones presence in or outside your home calling for him, you think it’s safe to say they got everything settled without needing Bucky’s intervention.

You begrudgingly scoot up from where you lay and rest your head on his shoulder for a moment. He still doesn’t take his eyes off the phone.

You sit up then and before he has the chance to look at you, you’re sliding the phone out of his hand and locking the screen.

His icy blue eyes are on you now, the furrow of his brow and the annoyed frown still in place, only the look of annoyance has turned to something more of curiosity as he watches you. He sits up higher on the bed, his back against the headboard.

“Sweetheart,” he warns, the hint of edge in his voice sending a little thrill through you, but you ignore it.

You get closer and move to straddle his lap, not answering him just yet.

Leaning over, you place his phone face down on the nightstand as his hands automatically move to hold your hips when you straddle him.

You face him again, secured by his touch.

“It’s too early for you to be this annoyed,” you say softly. You reach to touch him as he peers up at you, your hands holding his face gently. His sight is set on you as his arms pull you closer against him. You smile at the movement and lift your hands to run your thumbs from the furrowed crease between his brows and then down them, smoothing the tension you find there.

The furrow dissipates but the frown remains. Bucky closes his eyes as you smooth over his brows once more before you take your hands through his growing hair, raking your fingers over his scalp. You rub at the tension at the base of his head while he lets out a soft groan. When you get back up to his temples, he’s practically purring under your delicate touches.

“Sweetheart,” he breathes, pulling you closer still.

His change in tone has another smile tugging at your lips. His eyes are still closed as he’s relaxed and he looks so content and at ease, you can’t help but do it.

You boop him.

He raises a brow but doesn’t open his eyes.

Then you do it again, smiling to yourself. He finally looks, blinking open his eyes, and seeing the amused look on your face, he can’t help but break a small smile of his own, his frown finally falling.

“You’ve been watching too many of those big cat videos,” he chuckles. You titter, bringing your hands to his solid chest before sliding them up to his shoulders.

“And you’ve been reading way too many messages for what you promised would be a work free weekend,” you retort.

He sighs, looking at you the way he looks at no one else. “Yeah,” he agrees, his hands mindlessly rubbing your back, “‘M sorry, princess,” he says, his voice deeper now than it was a few moments ago, a rumble there that sends a new thrill through you. And princess.

You know exactly what he’s about to do before he does it.

Even though you saw it coming, you still can’t help the gasp that leaves you as Bucky swiftly flips you over onto your back.

He’s between your legs, leaning over you, eyes darkening as he keeps you trapped beneath him - not that you’re planning on trying to get up anyway.

His voice is husky as he slips his hand under your sleep shirt, his touch running over your soft skin and curves, slow and teasing, raising goosebumps in his wake, “Let me make it up to you.”

[nickfowlerrr]

Hey girl! For by drabble request, it would be for pwyc!bucky with the #4 gift giving scenario, and Dialogues #5, #11, #17, and #21. Thanks!

thank you so much for sending this in! it did not go how i expected but hopefully you enjoy it 👀

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words: 1.5k

notes: i hope you all enjoy - not sure how i’m feeling about this one 🫣. haven’t decided if this will be canon or not yet.. let me know what you guys think! also steve’s girl has a name now so there’s that lol

Driving back from Eva’s Christmas party, you were inspecting the white elephant gift you had chosen with a quirked brow as you sat in the passenger seat.

“Do people even use nutcrackers? Or are these things just for decoration?” you wondered aloud as you played with the little lever that moved the nutcracker’s mouth.

“I’m sure someone somewhere still uses them to crack nuts,” Bucky responded, mainly to humor you.

“Humph.”

“What?” he asked, stealing a glance at you as he drove.

“Nothing. It’s just.. This thing is kinda creepy, don’t you think?” you cringed.

“I wasn’t gonna mention it, but yeah,” he chuckled, “it is.”

“Would it be rude to regift it?”

“To who?”

“I don’t know.. Or maybe I could just drop it off at one of those donation places,” you mused.

“No, we should regift it,” Bucky smiled deviously. “I know exactly who to give it to.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing he was planning on gifting it as his Secret Santa gift to Sam. Steve’s girl, Rosalie, was like the real life embodiment of the Christmas Spirit. She had decked the shop out completely the moment she got the go ahead from Steve and managed to get everyone to agree to doing Secret Santa this year. Bucky had previously refused but after Rose wouldn’t stop pestering you to pester him, you finally just agreed on his behalf and sort of forced him into it. He was going to call Steve and get him to take his name out of the mix, but it didn’t take much bribing from you to get him to just go with it.

“You have to play by the rules, Buck,” you admonished.

“How am I breaking the rules?”

“You have to buy him something, something he’d actually like,”

“Who says I can’t give him two gifts?” he challenged. You didn’t respond to that with anything other than a scoff and another roll of your eyes.

“Are we still going shopping tomorrow?” he asked.

“If we must,” you groaned.

“I can’t believe the girl who forced me to decorate the house just weeks ago is the same girl who hates going Christmas shopping,” he taunted.

“Shopping is very different from decorating. Decorating includes pretty lights and soft christmas music and cookies and cocoa and a soft ambiance in the comfort and privacy of your own home. Shopping includes big crowds, dumb people who don’t know how to walk properly in public, loud music, and those annoying perfume samplers who are like everywhere all at once,” you complained, already not looking forward to tomorrow. “I hate Christmas shopping,” you grumble.

“I love Christmas shopping,” he said.

“You love shopping, period. And if you keep buying everything you see, I’m not gonna have anything to give you.”

“You don’t have to get me anything, sweetheart. You are my gift,”

“Always so sappy,” you teased. “Plus, you can’t say that when you’ve already crowded the space beneath the tree full of gifts for me,” you sighed. Bucky put his hand on your knee, squeezing you lightly.

“If I’m being honest, half of them are for me,” he smirked, moving his hand to slide further up your dress and along your thigh. You moved his hand back to your knee, giving him a side eye.

“We’re like five minutes away - you think you can manage keeping your hands to yourself until we get home?” you asked, almost condescendingly.

“I’ve been working all night to keep ‘em to myself, angel. I don’t know how much longer I can last,” he simpered as you watched the speedometer tick up to 75.

“Well let’s try for five and we’ll see how things go from there,” you replied with a light smirk.

“I think you and I both know how things are gonna go,” he grinned.

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A week later and Christmas Eve finally arrived and you found yourself at the shop, surrounded by many familiar faces. As you were talking with Loki, Rosalie began ringing a little christmas bell to get everyone’s attention.

“Secret Santa time!,” her melodic voice sang from across the room.

“This should be entertaining,” Loki mused before he moved to join the growing circle Rose had organized.

You were a little worried about the gift you had gotten Wanda, but there wasn’t anything you could do now but hoped she liked it. As you approached the group, you took your seat next to Bucky, whose arm was already around it, as he spoke to Steve who was sitting on the other side of him.

After giving her little speech, Rosalie started off the gift exchange by handing her gift to Thor. Thor welcomed her gift readily and handed his gift to Yelena. Yelena had Steve, Steve had Clint, Clint had Loki, Loki had Kate, and so on and so on until it was Peter’s turn to give his gift to Bucky. Then it went from Bucky to Sam to Scott, who handed his gift to you with a smile. When everybody finally had their gift, Rosalie instructed everyone to open them.

Peter had gifted Bucky a nice set of whiskey glasses with an expensive bottle of whiskey to go with them.

You unwrapped your gift carefully as Scott looked on, looking more excited to watch you open it than he was to open his. Under the wrapping paper you found a gift set from your favorite beauty brand and a box of assorted See’s candies under it.

“This is perfect, Scott,” you smiled sincerely, getting up to hug him as you spoke. “Thank you so much!”

“I knew you’d like it! I mean, it was what you wrote on your paper, so duh, but still. I’m - I’m glad you like it,” he smiled his signature smile.

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The party continued well past midnight and you and Bucky got home a little after two in the morning. As you tried to head upstairs to get ready for bed, Bucky stopped you and instead directed you to sit on the couch by the tree.

“I thought we were gonna do gifts in the morning,” you said skeptically as Bucky bent down to search through the abundance of gifts sitting under the tree.

“It technically is morning,” he pointed out. “I want to give you your main gift right now.”

“Well, wait. I want to give you yours first,” you argued. You knew you were going to be shown up gift wise either way, but you figured you’d feel less bad if he opened his first.

“Doll -,”

“Please,” you said softly.

“Okay,” he conceded.

You got to your knees and looked for the box that held his ‘biggest’ gift.

He looked a little skeptical at the long thin box you handed him, but opened it anyway.

You were holding your breath as you watched him, still not sure how you even felt about it.

He opened it then looked up from the box, almost stunned, watching like he was waiting for you to say sike.

You just nervously bit your lip before looking down at the box yourself.

“Tickets,” he said. You nodded slowly.

“You know my sister lives here,” he said as he gestured to the plane tickets you had printed out.

“Yeah.. I, uh, I figured..if you still wanted us to meet, we could g-” your trepidatious explanation was interrupted by Bucky’s lips crashing into yours as he grabbed hold of your face.

“This is the best gift you could’ve given me,” he smiled. “You’ve really made my Christmas this year.”

You didn’t say anything, still fighting your anxiety at the thought of meeting anyone from Bucky’s family, and instead forced a smile. You knew he could feel your nerves, but he didn’t call you out on it. He took your hands in his and squeezed gently, leaning his head against yours for a moment before he pulled away and went back to looking for your gift.

He pulled out a small wrapped box and turned to you as you both sat kneeling in front of one another. He gently pushed you back so you were sitting completely on your heels. Your name leaving his lips, the first time in a while he’d actually used it, immediately had your undivided attention.

“Sweetheart. You know I love you. You know you’re my everything, and you know I’d do anything for you. You’re my soulmate, nothing could ever change that. We belong together. You’re mine,” he emphasized as he gently caressed your cheek. “Forever.” He pulled away only slightly to open the little box he held in his hand. You felt like you couldn’t breath as you stared at it, just blinking while he snapped open the lid. Suddenly, with the smallest movement of his hand, gleaming right at you was the most stunning diamond ring you’d ever seen. “You and I both know that. But I wanna make sure everybody else does, too.”

There was silence between you as you continued staring in shock at the ring he held. “Whadaya say, pretty girl?” he asked, finally getting you to break away from the ring and meet his eye again with the gentle nudge of his fingers along your chin, all the while you were trying to gain control of your breathing. “Marry me?”

[nickfowlerrr]

Smut prompt #20 for pwyc bucky 😈

bet

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warnings: 18+ only. unprotected smut.

words: 891

notes: thank you for the request! i tried to keep it short lol hope it makes sense and hope you like it! <3 *this wasn't edited so sorry in advance for any mistakes!*

prompt 20: “Breathe through your nose.” summary: reader wants to try deep throating and is very confident she'll get it on the first go. she insists she can do it; he doesn't think she can. "wanna bet?" "...what's your wager?"

"Breathe through your nose," Bucky growled as your nails dug into his thick thighs. You squeezed your eyes shut as he forced your head down further on his cock. Drool was dripping down your chin as you struggled to keep your mouth open wide, the sound of your sloppy sucking and gagging, along with Bucky's heady pants and groans, filling the room. "So fuckin' close, baby."

You had another inch or so until you'd have him fully in your mouth, the head of him beginning to prod at the back of your throat. You were so sure you could take him, but as you struggled to breathe, you just couldn't take any more. You slapped his thigh three times and he immediately let go of his hold in you. You gasped for air as you pulled off of him, wiping at the strings of spit that fell from your lips. Sitting back on your haunches, gasping like you'd just finished sprinting, you looked up at him defeatedly.

He was panting nearly as much as you were, his hand now on his cock, still slick with your saliva, as he pumped himself. He chuckled darkly as he looked down at you. "You almost had it, sweetheart," he grinned only causing you to pout further, "Bet aside, I really was rooting for you."

"Sure," you rolled your eyes. Leaning forward, gently wrapping your hand around his throbbing cock, you stroked him firmly. You looked up at him through your lashes, "One more try?" you coaxed demurely.

"Ah ah," he tsked, taking your hand off of him and pulling you up to your feet. "That wasn't the deal, pretty girl. It was all or nothing, your words, remember,"

"Come on, Buck," you whined, not wanting to face the repercussions your previous cockiness had brought upon you. You had to at least try to distract him. "You're not gonna let me make you cum?" you frowned as you pressed yourself against him, skin to skin, wrapping your arms around him, looking up to meet his eye.

"Oh, you're gonna make me cum," he smirked wickedly, his hand framing your jaw while you nuzzled into his palm, his thumb stroking your skin softly, his gentle touch a stark contrast to the words he spoke. "As much as I love seeing my cum all over this pretty face, you and I both know it belongs deep inside that tight little pussy." He'd nearly snarled in your face as he picked you up effortlessly, throwing you back on the bed before pouncing on you. "It really was cute, you thinking you could do it so easily," he chuckled into your neck between kisses and nips as he ground his hips into you, hands wandering your body, squeezing your supple flesh as you mewled beneath him. "But don't worry, we'll get you there."

"Gonna let me try again tonight?" you asked breathily as you wrapped your legs around him.

Lining himself up to your entrance, he pushed into you, rolling his hips against your own as he seated himself deep inside you. You moaned deeply, one arm wrapping around him and your other hand winding itself into his hair as you arched your back.

"You're always so eager for my cock, aren't you, baby," he cooed. You pulled on his hair and earned a growl from him in return. His lips crashed into yours as he rocked into you deeper.

"Babe," you whined. He laughed against your throat before picking his head up and pressing his forehead to your own, your heady pants intertwining as you were inches apart, nose to nose and lips nearly touching.

"I'll let you try again. After we get back from the ride we're going on,"

"Nooooo," you whined, pouting up at him. "That wasn't even a good bet, you can't hold me to it. Motorcycles are dangerous, you really wanna put me at risk like that?"

"A deal's a deal. You can cry about it later, princess. Right now," he husked, gripping your hip as he fucked you harder, "just let me fuck you dumb on my cock until you can't remember what you were whining about to begin with."

"Buck, please, I'll do anything else, literally anything," you breathed heavily between gasps of pleasure he was igniting in you with his movements.

"Sweetheart, I'm not gonna argue with you so just shut the fuck up and enjoy this."

You furrowed your brows as your eyes narrowed at him, but he smashed his lips into yours again before you could respond. The slap you gave to his ass and the nip to his lip let him know what you were thinking about his choice of words, though.

"'Sides, I'd never let anything happen to you, you know that. You're in good hands," he said after pulling away from the kiss, a crooked smile on his lips.

You huffed but as he rolled his hips against you again, the friction against your clit sending sparks through your body, it turned into a moan and you latched onto him tighter, eyes rolling shut as your mouth opened in an "o".

"See, just like that," he simpered, peppering kisses along your neck as he brought you closer and closer to your orgasm. "It's gonna be a great fuckin' night, angel, I promise. You're gonna love it."

[nickfowlerrr]

I’m still not over pwyc🥺 their dynamic is just 🤌🏻😚 I just want to keep reading about these two and whatever they are up to…. Who do you think apologies first after a fight and what are their arguments like. I’m pretty sure bucky is a lot softer and mellow now with her but does he ever loose his cool and regret it later☠️🤧

i’m sorry it’s taken so long to respond to this! but i'm so glad you've enjoyed pwyc!! thank you for sending this in! (also just so you know, i'm on my laptop or else i would've used at least four or five emojis by now)

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notes: does any of this make sense? idk. genuinely no clue where it came from lol but enjoy the drabble <3 also! this is not proofread in the slightest so sorry in advance for any errors.

I'd say Bucky definitely apologizes first a good 85% of the time and she apologizes first the other 15%. In my mind, reader will only apologize first if she believes she started an argument unnecessarily or if she thinks she reacted unfairly.

When they argue it's normally nothing serious, they just go back and forth a lot with their banter about stupid stuff lol. If they do have a serious argument, it's probably about their future. Reader not feeling comfortable or ready to meet his family or introduce him to her own, for example.

She knows it'll happen eventually, whether she wants to or not, but as of right now, it's a point of contention.

I don't know what would make Bucky lose his cool after everything they've been through and how insanely obsessed, he is with her. it'd have to be something that would make him feel really insecure like something that would make him doubt her wanting to be with him. Let's say she goes out late and doesn't answer when he calls or texts, or she leaves somewhere without telling him - I think that would trigger his abandonment issues and cause a fight for sure. Whether he realizes it or not, I think he does, he's terrified of losing her.

I don't know that she'd ever purposely try and hurt him like that since the realization she came to in the last few chapters of the series, and I definitely think he's gotten more secure in their connection since then, but if anything would make him lose his cool, I think it'd be him getting scared she was leaving for good.

That would probably either upset reader because he would think she'd do that now, and anything that would rehash the dark times in their story for sure would be painful and cause a lot of issues for them. It might go something like this:

"You left?" he accused the moment you answered his call.

"I'm not gone, I'll be back," you responded with a small chuckle at his words.

"You didn't think to tell me?" he questioned harshly.

"It's not a big deal, Buck,"

"The hell it's not," he stormed.

"You need to calm down," you said, growing agitated at his attitude.

"Don't fucking tell me to calm down, as if I have no reason not to trust you,"

"Are you being serious right now?" you scoffed.

"Does it sound like I'm laughing?"

"You know damn well why I tried to leave back then. Don't accuse me of doing something you know I'm not fucking doing," you whisper yelled as you walked to your car, passing a couple as you went.

"You need to tell me where you're going and when,"

"Oh fuck off, you don't get to dictate when I can and can't go somewhere. You don't own me, I'm my own person,"

"This has nothing to do with being your own person, it has to do with me coming home expecting you to be here and finding you gone without a goddamn trace. What the fuck am I supposed to think, huh?"

"Maybe you could try taking a minute to check my location, which I know for a fact you have, instead of being paranoid and going to your worst case scenario," you shot back as you got into your car, throwing your purse down on the passenger seat.

"You can't get mad at me for being worried about you,"

"That's just it, Bucky. You know I'm fine, you can feel it. So don't try and spin this to put it on me. You weren't worried about me, you were worried I left. And yeah, it pisses me off you'd think that. After everything. You wanna talk about trust?" you asked incredulously.

He knew he fucked up when he said it. He didn't think he was entirely wrong in his worries, but he shouldn't have thrown that out there. He did trust you. He was just..scared. Fear always had him acting like the worst version of himself. He shouldn't have called you so accusatory. he knew you were fine, but when he realized you weren't home, he wasn't. Memories of you leaving, or trying to anyway, resurfaced and sent him sick, his stomach dropping and a sense of panic rearing its head at your unexplained absence. Even still, you didn't deserve his hostility.

"I don't wanna fight with you," he conceeded.

"Wonder why," you snarked before taking a breath. "I'll be home soon," you said before ending the call.

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"I'm sorry," were the first words you heard when you opened the door, looking over to see a pitiful Bucky sitting at the bottom of the stairs where he had been waiting for you. You exhaled deeply, sighing as he stood and walked to you. "You were gone, and you - you never leave without telling me where you're going. I just- I lost it a bit. I shouldn't have called you the way I did, I'm sorry."

"I didn't think you'd get home before me or I would've told you I was out. I just hate that that was your first thought, that you could think I'd do that to you. Because I wouldn't. I mean, before, when we first.." you trailed off, "I would have before. But things are different now, they've been different, we're different. Better, I thought,"

"They are, we are," he agreed, taking your hands in his. "I'm sorry. I got scared," he admitted aloud. "And I let it get the best of me. I wasn't thinking. I trust you and I love you with everything I have, heart and soul," he said as he leaned down to press his forehead against yours. "You're everything to me. The thought of losing you," he shook his head. "You have no idea what you do to me," he breathed against your lips.

"If I was gonna leave, I would've done it already. It's you and me, no matter what.. I mean this soulmate thing, it's forever, right?" you quipped, a small smile on your lips, "'M not goin' anywhere."

When you looked to meet his eye, you were taken aback by the tears in them, your hands immediately going to cup his face.

"Babe," you cooed gently, thumbs stroking his cheeks. The sound of your voice so soft and concerned had him wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck, your own arms winding around him in return. After a moment, you pulled away and grabbed his hand, leading him to the couch. You kicked off your shoes and laid down, pulling him along with you so he was laying comfortably on you with his head on your chest as you played with his hair.

You could practically feel the tension slipping from him as he melted into you.

"I really am sorry," he said again.

"I know," you whispered in response. "It's okay."

There was a brief, comfortable silence between you before you spoke again.

"You know I love you, right?" you breathed.

"You don't really have a choice, though, do you?"

Your heart clenched at his somber response. That was all you. You recalled those words you'd thrown at him over and over again during those first few weeks. It wasn't a lie. You didn't have a choice, neither of you did. But you meant it as a jab and he obviously still reflected on the pain of it. Your nose started tingling as you felt your eyes welling. You swallowed thickly.

"No.. I guess I don't," you took a moment. "You have to know, when I said that, I was hurt. And confused and angry," you cleared your throat, not wanting to bring up the past again. "But with you, right here and now, with this Bucky, I've never felt so protected, cherished... loved in my life. And I mean it, I'd chose you a thousand times over if I could," you finished, trying not to choke as your throat tightened.

You held him against your chest, cuddling him close, wanting to bring him the same comfort he so easily provided to you. Assure him of your feelings. When he finally looked up, his blue eyes were gleaming beautifully. He lifted himself up so he was hovering over you, holding your gaze.

"In every lifetime," he said softly. You nodded lightly, a small smile on your face before he leaned back down to kiss you gently. It was soft and sweet before he pulled away slightly, his lips brushing yours as he spoke, "It's always you."

Bucky lowered himself back down into the comfort of your embrace, your presence just as soothing to him as his was to you. As you cuddled into one another, you couldn't help but whisper out a delicate apology.

"I'm sorry I hurt you," you breathed. He squeezed you, rolling onto his side and pulling you to do the same, both of you now chest to chest, nuzzling into each other.

"I hurt you first," he responded, anguish clear in his voice.

Another beat of silence.

"I'd rather you hurt me in every lifetime than ever have to live one without you. I don't deserve you. But I love you so much. I'm sorry I hurt you, I hate that I did. Might never be enough, but I'll spend every day of the rest of my life trying to make it up to you."

You pondered his words and wanted to ask him the one question running through your mind. If not hurting me meant never having met me, never getting to know me, to have me, to love me...would you choose that? You decided you didn't want to know his answer. It would hurt some either way. No point in considered hypotheticals. You both had regrets, some bigger than others. But you had to live with them now, the only thing you could do was apologize and try to make up for them however you could, whenever you could. You didn't have to dwell on them, you just had to acknowledge their existence when they popped up like they did today. Deal with them, work through them. Together. There was no way to rewrite history, but you got to decide what the future chapters would hold.

You decided you didn't want any more regrets in your book.

[late-to-the-party-81]

Bucky chasing me?

Oh no! 😏

Bella !! I just realized I submitted a req to the wrong acc 😭😭 by any chance—are you up to writing Drabbles or request for your PWYC series? I just reread it and omg I very much miss our dirty rough and tough biker Bucky ✨😭 anyways! Here is my silly lil request:

Imagine this: reader stumbles across a specific kink, (praise kink, daddy kink, degradation kink, knife kink, chase kink, whatever one you can come up with!) but she’s too nervous to bring it up to Bucky! Though, she forgets that Bucky can feel/sense her emotions through the ✨soulmate bond✨. When Bucky figures it out—he’s a lil pissed/sad that his pretty girl didn’t just tell him. So—he starts to do little things to trigger her new secret kink. He just can’t help it! He loves the way she blushes (when he calls her good girl, does shit with knives, you get it!) But suddenly Bucky can’t take it anymore—he pounces! Next thing ya know our lovely pair of soulmates are screwing!

I know it’s a bit long but I just desperately love this series ! Keep up the great work lovie!! ~🐰🎀

the thrill of it all

pretty when you cry series masterlist

pairing: pwyc!bucky x curvy!reader (dark!soulmate au)

warnings: 18+ ONLY. smut. chase kink, choking, primal play-ish?. probably forgetting stuff, please let me know if you come across something that should be added.

words: 5.5k

notes: thank you for sending this in, and sorry it took ages. it’s not exactly what you asked for 😓 but i hope you enjoy it! 🖤🖤🖤 i didn’t reread this bc i’m about to pass out but i promised i’d post it tonight so it’s going up rn and i’ll go over it tomorrow to fix anything i think needs fixing lol. fingers crossed it’s cohesive 💀 as always, reblogs and comments are very much appreciated! thank you for reading.

Getting home from the grocery store, you were surprised to find your laptop sitting half open on the table in the kitchen. You remembered you’d been reading on it this morning as you ate breakfast, but you could have sworn you’d shut it when you left. You set the bags down and went to the table, opening the computer the rest of the way. It was still on the story you had been reading earlier and you felt yourself warm up not only at the idea that you left it open so carelessly, but also at the content itself. Smut.

A reader being chased through the woods by her boyfriend who also happened to be a demon. You’d had to leave before you got to the inevitable, the part where he’d stop toying with her and finally catch her. To have his way with her on the forest floor, the moonlight shining down on them as he took her apart.. You were getting flustered just thinking about it.

You’d have been mortified if Bucky had seen it and you were grateful he wasn’t home to have stumbled upon your latest reading material.

It was so…kinky. And you hadn’t talked to him about any of your new self discoveries or ‘interests’ so to speak. You hated it but you were truthfully a little ashamed. Embarrassed. You knew it’d probably be in your best interest to talk to him about it, but you kept talking yourself out of doing so. Convinced yourself that it wasn’t that big of a deal. Though if it wasn’t, why were you so concerned with keeping your fantasies to yourself. If you knew Bucky, you knew he’d want to help you fulfill any fantasy that crossed your pretty little mind, but still the thought of having to bring it up yourself was just too daunting. You were fine just reading your kinky erotica and not having to ask Bucky to act it out with you. Really. Though your occasional daydream about doing just that was popping up more and more frequently, you didn’t bring it up. How weird would it be to tell him you essentially wanted him to hunt you, chase you, pin you down and just completely ravish you…God, the thought of it was getting you hot all over again.

You had closed your laptop and set it aside as you started taking the groceries out of their bags and putting them away. Your eyes went wide as you heard Bucky’s footsteps, the ones you only heard when he wanted you to, coming down the stairs. How long had he been home? And did he happen to have come into the kitchen..did he open your laptop? Immediately you worried that he had at the very least looked at it. You swallowed hard but kept focused on your task, putting the food away where it belonged. You would just wait and see if he said anything, no way you’d bring it up first and make yourself seem suspicious. He came into the kitchen without a word and leaned back against the counter as he watched you put the last few items away, his arms crossed over his wellbuilt chest.

“Hey,” you greeted, throwing him a quick glance over your shoulder. “Thought you said you had a meeting with Stark today?”

“Something came up, we had to reschedule.”

“Oh. So, when’d you get home?” you asked, hoping you sounded nonchalant.

“Not that long ago,” he answered vaguely. You narrowed your eyes at his avoidance of a real answer before you turned around to look at him.

“I didn’t see your bike when I pulled in,” you alluded.

“It’s in the garage. I’m about to give it a tune up.” He kept his eyes on you, his gaze heavy and slightly unnerving. You hummed in response as you stared back, trying to suss out why he was being so weird. There, of course, was an obvious answer, but you wished he’d just come out and tell you what he was thinking.

“You left your laptop down here,” he said, nodding in the direction of where it laid on the table.

“I saw. Did you..were you on it?” you asked, again trying to sound like you didn’t care one way or the other.

He shook his head vaguely as he rubbed the stubble along his jaw.

“Just saw it when I came in earlier,”

You subconsciously let out a breath of relief, nodding at him.

“Why?” he questioned, his eyes never leaving you, even as you looked down. “You hiding something from me, sweetheart?”

Your eyes shot up again at his question. “What?” you laughed nervously. “No.”

He pushed off the counter and started to walk toward you as you stayed in your spot and watched him.

“Good,” he said as he got closer, closing the distance between you. His hands came up to cup your face, taking you by surprise as he suddenly pulled you in for a fervent kiss, eventually breaking it to look you in the eyes again. He kept your face in his hands, forcing you to hold his gaze as your hands found his wrists. “I don’t want you keeping anything from me, got it?”

You swallowed hard before you nodded lightly.

“Got it,” you breathed.

He looked at you a moment longer, his thumbs brushing the soft skin of your cheeks gently before he slipped away. His gaze was even more heated now and you had a renewed sense that he was clearly lying when he said he hadn’t been on your laptop. Why else would he have been acting so weird? Telling you not to keep things from him. He had to have seen something.

You weren’t sure why you were so embarrassed by him finding out about your newly realized kink, but you were. Bucky had seen you at your most vulnerable countless times at this point, in as many compromising positions as you could think of. But you’d never really been entirely comfortable talking about or asking for specific things from him when it came to sex. He certainly loved when you were vocal, crying for him, and he loved hearing you ask him for exactly what you wanted, but you were usually forced to verbalize those things lest he just continue torturing you with tantalizing but unfulfilling touches until you used your words, face hot even as your neediness tried to overpower your mortification. You were still relatively inexperienced and even morso when it came to the kinker side of being intimate.

You really never even thought of yourself as kinky, but since Bucky, you couldn’t deny the dirty thoughts that would run through your head, or the tags you’d go searching through when you’d look for new erotica to read.

You knew in reality that Bucky would love it if you came to him with ideas for things you’d want to try with him, but you just couldn’t get past the embarrassment to bring it up. Hell, you’d only very recently started to even just initiate sex with him and that took a helluva lot to get comfortable with.

It took constant reassurance from Bucky that any time you found yourself getting worked up for him, all you had to do was let him know. Weeks of finding yourself flustered and wanting when you’d catch him working on his bike or on a car in the garage… in the kitchen cooking dinner for you… even just cuddling you tight on the couch... or fresh out of the shower as he was getting ready.. You often forgot he could so easily tell when you were turned on. He could feel the way your heart would flutter and the change in your breathing. He’d shoot you a cocky smirk and you’d go wide eyed and make yourself scarce before he could really call you out on it.

Though half the time he’d catch you before you could get far and you’d find yourself naked and full of him in no time at all, always ending the night with him reminding you that anytime you wanted him all you had to do was ask. It took awhile for you to do so uninhibited, but when he finally pleaded for you to just tell him, you realized not only how badly he needed you to, but also how freeing it felt to not stifle your need for him, either.

That day had been a big eye opener for you, and you thought back on it in vivid and arousing detail as you stood in the kitchen. That was the day you’d realized exactly what it was that got you so worked up. It hadn’t been the first time you’d felt cornered or caught by him, but it suddenly clicked that that was what made certain memories stand out in your mind when you thought back on the most memorable times you’d been intimate with Bucky.

The uninhibited passion. Raw desire for one another. The possession. The chase.

He’d just gotten out of the shower and you were admiring his form as he walked toward the closet while you were folding your laundry across the room. The way his muscles flexed as he moved, looking through his shirts for something to put on, was distracting to say the least. All of him was distracting. He was just so beautiful. You knew you were staring, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. That was until you were pulled out of your head by his blue eyes shooting to you as he turned around suddenly. You quickly looked away and finished putting your panties in your drawer before you took the empty basket and made to leave the room. You avoided his eye as he neared you, trying to just go get the next load of your clothes from the dryer and act like you weren’t just ogling him and longing for his attention. He got closer still and stepped right in front of you, blocking you from moving. You took a step back as you found the nerve to look up at him. His eyes were set on you and you couldn’t look away from his heated gaze. You tried to move around him, but he moved insync with you, continuing to block your way. You huffed before trying again, but he followed your steps and this time took the basket from your hands as he threw it to the side. You were taken aback at the swift action, and froze as he took a step closer.

“What are you doing?” you tutted.

He didn’t answer and only took another step toward you, as you took one back. You felt cornered. You felt like prey. You eyed the door and narrowed your eyes at him before you made to run for it. It was futile, you knew it would be, but you screamed none the less as he took you off your feet, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you back against his chest. His lips were near your ear as he spoke, “Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?”

You couldn’t keep yourself from leaning back into his warmth as you placed your hands over his still holding you. You wanted him even more now, the thrill adding to the desire that was already there. He spun you around and pushed you up against the wall. His eyes were filled with desire, much the same as yours, you were sure.

“Need you to tell me you want me, princess. I need to hear it, I need to hear you say it.” He nuzzled against you as he spoke, keeping you pinned against the wall of your shared bedroom, nothing but his towel on as he stood before you. You nodded softly against him in turn.

“I want you,” you whispered before repeating yourself with more confidence, assuring him, “I want you. Right now.”

He crashed his lips against yours, his hunger for you evident in his kiss. He was going to devour you and you longed for nothing more as he kept you caged against the wall. You continued making out as Bucky pulled at you and removed your clothes in a fit, like he couldn’t get you bare to him fast enough.

He lifted you up and you instinctively wrapped your thick legs around him, your arms winding behind his neck. He carried you effortlessly to the bed where you spent the rest of your afternoon, completely consumed by him.

From then on, you'd made more of an effort in initiating things, and it was nice, you couldn’t lie. Owning your desires and letting Bucky know when you were feeling frisky was kind of empowering. You just weren’t sure you were ready to own and speak aloud your kinkier desires just yet. You were still learning and exploring what you liked on your own, and though you’d occasionally consider talking to Bucky about some of these things, you’d always get shy and end up too nervous to bring it up.

You found yourself almost hoping that he had seen what you were reading and that he’d bring it up so you wouldn’t have to. It wasn’t the most mature way to go about things, but at least you’d get it over with sooner and stop feeling like a teenager trying to hide porn from their parents.

Bucky didn’t make the connection right away. Sure, he’d noticed you would get more turned on when he’d corner you and cage you in, and the times you’d try to avoid him and put on a little game of cat and mouse, you would be damn near dripping for him when he’d finally get his hands on you. But he hadn’t ever put two and two together. It wasn’t until he stumbled upon your laptop you’d left in the kitchen. Was it an invasion of privacy? Maybe. But he was curious as to what you had been doing on it. You’d been glued to the screen all of last night until he was finally getting into bed. Your laptop had snapped shut and you set it on your bedside table in a flash like you’d been waiting for him all night. You crawled over to him the second he sat on the edge of the bed and he was pleasantly surprised when you looked up at him, lust swimming in your eyes as you tentatively moved to palm him through his sweats. He raised an eyebrow at you, his lips parting, but didn’t say anything as he leaned further back onto the bed. You pulled down on the top of his pants and he helped you get them down just enough for his cock to slip out past the waistband.

You wasted no time and took him into your mouth right away, moaning as you felt him stiffen further in your mouth. You took your time pleasuring him, bobbing up and down while twirling your tongue around his length as best you could, his hand fisted in your hair and grunts and curses were falling freely from his lips as you sucked. He almost came before he pulled you off of him and you gave him a pout at the loss, wiping some of the spit off your lips as you looked up at him.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he panted. “Where the hell did that come from? Not that I’m complaining,” he smirked dopily.

You shrugged as you stared up at him, “Just want you.” Your words brought a proud smile to his face and with that he pulled you up and smashed his lips to yours, meanwhile you shimmied off your shorts and panties as quickly as you could while he held you to him.

You were near insatiable last night and he knew whatever it was you’d been doing on your laptop had something to do with it. He could sense you getting flustered even before he’d entered the room, your heart racing faster, a sense of anticipation and excitement taking over you. He’d let it go the first time he noticed, got more curious the second, but after last night, he decided he needed to see what it was that was getting you so worked up, since he knew you wouldn’t be the one to tell him.

It was really just a coincidence that Stark had to reschedule the meeting they had set and he got home early. But one that worked in his favor. You weren’t home and your laptop was just sitting there, like it was begging him to take a look at what was on your screen. It was closed, sure, but easy enough to open.

He typed in the password he knew you used for everything and got in on the first try.

His eyes scanned the text on the screen, trying to get a sense of what exactly you’d been reading. There was another tab open and when he clicked on it, he was brought to a blog page. Your blog page apparently. All the posts were story after erotic story. Just reading the warnings some of them had he quickly realized these were what had been getting you so hot.

There were a lot of kinks littered along your page, but the one that stood out the most was the chase kink. It also appeared the most. And when he thought about it, he wasn’t surprised in the least. Though he was a little disappointed that you felt the need to keep it from him. He was always happy to get kinky with you, and now knowing what you were into, it gave him a few ideas. If you weren’t going to come out and tell him, he’d just get it out of you himself.

He went back to the tab your laptop had been on and sent himself the link to what you’d been reading. He shut the screen but didn’t close it completely as he was distracted by pulling up the page on his phone. He went upstairs to give it a read and figure out what he wanted to do with this new information.

Bucky had been outside working on his bike before he went upstairs for a shower. You had been in the kitchen baking pumpkin bread, making loaf after loaf until the can of pumpkin puree was empty. You figured you could take one to Eva, and maybe bring a couple to the shop for everyone, too. You’d figure it out later, you just wanted to finish up baking them. You were so caught up in mixing the last batch of batter that you didn’t even notice Bucky enter the kitchen until you turned around to grab your wisk, yelping at his unexpected appearance. You placed your hand over your heart as if it would help settle the beating as you steadied your breath.

“Jesus christ, Bucky, why do you do that?” you admonished. He smirked in response.

“You look so cute when you’re all helpless and scared, I can’t help myself.”

You swallowed hard and felt your face grow warm at his words, turning back around to combine the dry ingredients into the wet.

“‘M not helpless,” you argued.

He was behind you in an instant, you gasped at his metal hand on your throat forcing your head back so you could look up at him, eyes wide.

“Aren’t you?” he leered down at you. “Don’t you wanna be? You’ve been keeping secrets from me, pretty girl?” he purred in your ear. “You should know by now I’m always gonna find out what’s going on with you.” You whined pathetically as he tightened his hand around your neck, pulling you closer as he leaned down, your breathing shallow as he kissed your lips, taking advantage of your lips parting again as he flexed his fingers around your throat once more, slipping his tongue inside the warmth of your mouth.

You reached up and grabbed his hair, trying to pull him even closer. His hand slipped from around your neck and slid down your chest, groping your breasts as he breathed into you. His hand drifted lower and made its way under your dress, cold metal grazing the soft skin of your thighs, sending chills up your spine. You moaned into his mouth as he began rubbing at your clothed folds. The sound of the timer going off on the oven made you jump, but Bucky held your waist tight as you reclined into him, his lips moving to your cheek as you breathed deeply.

“I have to get that out,” you breathed as you pushed his hands away from you, reaching for the oven mits before you turned toward the oven. Bucky blocked your way and fixed you with a look.

“Ah-ah,” he tutted. “You’re not gonna get out of this, so might as well talk.”

“Get out of what?” you said, playing dumb. “It’s gonna burn, Bucky, I need to take it out,” you whined.

He turned and opened the oven door, grabbing the loaf pan with his hand.

“Buck,” you gasped before realizing he was using his left hand. “God,” you muttered, shaking your head.

“Worried about me hurting myself, sweetheart?” he teased as he set the pan down on the stove.

“I have to finish this,” you avoided, gesturing to the batter still sitting in the mixing bowl.

“Oh, don’t you worry, princess. We’ll definitely finish this,” he said. You looked up at him from the bowl, biting the side of your tongue in your mouth as he left the room

It was almost two hours later when you’d taken the last loaf out of the oven, the dishes washed and the cooled loaves wrapped, packed, and stored away to give out tomorrow.

You washed your hands, grabbed the load of towels you’d washed earlier from the dryer and headed upstairs.

You entered the bedroom and didn’t find Bucky, but you didn’t think much of it as you went to the bathroom to put the towels where they belong in the cabinet.

As you were on your knees, sliding the folded towels onto the lower shelves, the lights in the bathroom went off.

You bristled at the loss of light and called out into the room, “I’m in here, Bucky!”

No response. You rolled your eyes and got up with a huff. The light switches were by the door leading from the bedroom to the bath so you had to walk across the room to switch them back on. You were stopped in your path as you saw a figure standing across from you in the dark. You screamed in fear at the sight, stumbling back on instinct before your rational mind came back into play.

“Fucking hell, Bucky! It’s not funny,” you cursed. He stayed silent, his face still concealed by the dark, as he took a step to you. You stayed still, breathing heavy as you tried to discern him in the darkness. You pushed past him and got to the door of the toilet, flicking on the switch in there, giving you enough light to see Bucky now.

He kept inching closer and you kept backing away, eyeing him warily. His continued silence was perturbing and the look in his eye was intense and sure.

Every step he took, deliberate. Methodical. Like he was leading you into a trap of some kind.

“Bucky..What are you doing?” you asked. “You’re freaking me out.”

As you made your way back into the bedroom, you realized he had turned the lights off in there, too. “Can you say something, please?!” you snapped. You hadn’t been looking where you were going, and even if you had the light from the bathroom wasn’t giving much of any illumination that far into the bedroom. You tripped over something and only barely caught yourself from falling back on your ass.

“Better watch your step, sweetheart. You’ve read enough scenes like this, I’m sure you know how it goes. One wrong move and it's over. And you wouldn't want it to be over so soon, where's the thrill in that?”

You didn’t know how to respond. You had been pretty sure he’d seen your laptop, but now knowing he really had, you didn’t know what to feel. Though you were thoroughly embarrassed, you were also relieved. And growing more and more excited… He knew and he was playing into it for you already. And he was doing a damn good job, too.

He was nearly on top of you now, backing you into the closed door of your room. You felt that familiar thrill come over you. Your heart picked up speed and you were sure he could tell how aroused you were getting at his predatory gaze.

“Now we both know I can catch you in a heartbeat, so I'm gonna be nice and give you a little head start,”

“What are you-”

“If I were you, princess,” he said as he got closer, your back flush against the door, “I’d run.”

You turned quickly and threw the door open, cursing at the darkness encompassing the whole house. The only light afforded to you were the small night lights at either end of the hall and the candles still burning in the living room down the stairs. As fast as you could without falling, you hurried down the stairs, Bucky’s voice counting down from ten sounding from the bedroom.

You didn’t really think through where you were going, you just went. Instead of heading to the living room, you headed down the hall across from it. You were walking slowly, desperate not to hit your toe on a corner or walk into a wall, the hall pitch black, no lights left on. When you got to the doors leading to the den Bucky mainly used as his office, you saw light coming from inside.

“Boo,” he whispered in your ear just as you moved to reach the handle. You jumped at his voice so close and when you were suddenly pulled back into him, being lifted off your feet as he carried you away from the door, a la texas chainsaw massacre, you shrieked in fear.

“That’s the best you can do? I thought you wanted a chase, pretty girl. Didn’t even try to make it outside. No one else out here but us,” he mused. “Noone’ll hear you scream.”

You were thrashing against him, pushing at his arms, trying with no avail to get him to drop his hold, whimpering as he only tightened his arms around you.

“Mmm,” he hummed against you. “There’s always next time.” He changed his hold on you, lifting your legs into his left arm, holding your back up with his right, essentially cradling you in his arms. You tried to wiggle out of his hold, but he just threw you over his shoulder instead, slapping your ass as he took you to the living room, dropping you unceremoniously onto the couch. The light from the candles glowing and allowing you to see him as he pulled his shirt over his head. The clinking of his belt and the sound of his zipper filled the air as he removed his jeans before he straddled you. You were breathing shallow and you knew you were dripping for him by now as he leaned his face into yours and took your lips into his own, gently nipping your bottom lip before he drifted to your neck. His arms went under you and pulled the zip of your dress down, getting it as much off of you without your assistance as he could. He was impatient and decided to just tear it the rest of the way down the seam as you gasped.

“I’ll get you a new one,” he gruffed as he pulled the sleeves off your arms and threw the dress to the wayside. “You’d forgone a bra, granting him access to your heavy breasts the moment he got the dress off you. His lips descendeded on your pert nipple, his hand squezzing your breast as he pulled and tugged at your other nipple.

“Buck,” you moaned, your hands flitting through his hair, his stubble tickling your sensitive skin. You spread your legs around him and he ground down against you, his hard length throbbing through his underwear. You tugged at his boxers before he pulled away from you to get them down the rest of the way. He tore your own off and before you could complain, kissed your sweet spot and murmured, “Sorry, princess.”

His lips traveled back up your neck before landing on your lips again, tasting you as you parted your mouth for him, wrapping your leg around his waist and whining at the lack of contact you felt.

“Tell me what you want,” he said. You huffed in annoyance but knew you’d have to answer to get what you wanted.

“Want you to fuck me,” you pleaded.

“Whatever you say,” he smiled against your skin.

He took his cock in his hand and ran his tip along your wet slit, spreading your slick around and rubbing himself against your puffy clit, eliciting a moan from you. He teased you for a bit before he slid his tip inside of you. Your eyes closed in pleasure. “Feel good, baby?” he asked.

You nodded fervently as his lips returned to your neck. “More,” you pleaded, your fingers pulling at his hair. He pushed further into you and groaned at the feeling of your silky walls gripping him tight. He rolled his hips against you, setting a rhythm as he rocked into you repeatedly. His cock was rubbing against you in the most delicious way and he was stimulating your clit with his every move. Moans falling from you both as he fucked into you. His hand found your hip as he held you down into the couch, thrusting up into you harsher and harsher the closer he got to his release. The way he was pounding into you had you sliding up the couch with each powerful thrust.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groaned into your ear as he held himself up above you, his rhythm faltering ever so slightly. The hand he had on your hip traveled to your clit and he expertly rolled it with perfect pressure as you cried out at the heat building hotter and hotter in your core. You felt your body tense as he slid against your g-spot repeatedly.

“Always so fucking tight, goddamnit,” he cursed, fucking you harder. You were unintelligible as you moaned and mewled at the pressure growing until you finally came undone around him. “Fuck,” he roared near your ear, burrying his face in your neck as he let himself go right after you.

You whimpered as his hips stuttered against you, your arms wrapping around him as he laid his weight down on top of you, placing soft kisses along your neck. You were breathing heavy as you ran your hands up and down his back, his weight a comfort as you shut your eyes.

Bucky pulled out of you gently, grabbing tissues off the coffee table to clean you and himself. He sat back on the couch and pulled you against him, kissing your head.

“I need you to know, sweetheart. You don’t need to keep anything from me. Ever. Especially stuff like this. I just want to make you happy. I want to make you feel good.”

“I know,” you murmured. “You know you’re the only person I've ever been with. I just - I didn't know how to approach it. I guess really I was just embarrassed. Maybe a little ashamed. I’d never..even thought about any of this stuff,” you laughed nervously. “It feels..dirty?”

“It’s a kink, princess. They’re pretty common. You’re not fucked up for wanting to be chased around before you fuck. It’s just a turn on, doesn’t say anything about your morality.”

You leaned your head against him as he rubbed your arm.

“You come across any other kinks you wanna try, you just let me know. You know I’ll do anything for you, pretty girl.”

You smiled softly at that. You knew he would, but it was always nice to hear him remind you of that fact.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

He tilted your chin up so you were looking at him. “I love you,” he told you, leaning down to kiss you softly.

“That was pretty hot,” he said when he pulled away. “We’re definitely going outside next time.” You couldn’t help but smile, a small laugh leaving your lips as you looked at him. “I love you,” you replied, hand coming up to stroke his cheek. “‘M tired,” you mumbled. He lifted you up as effortlessly as ever and moved to carry you up the stairs.

“If you drop me, I swear to god,” you warned him, earning a laugh in return.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.”

[nickfowlerrr]

Love pwyc! I’ve been thinking about it a lot since I finished it and I had a question. Does Bucky actually change how he reacts to the reader’s anger or coldness in the future? Would he pull that move again where he basically ignores her, like when he tied her up and left her with no aftercare? I know you’ve shifted the whole vibe to being a little fluffier and less dark, so does that mean Bucky has learned to react differently to the reader stressing him out? I’m so scared of a future where the reader feels relaxed and safe with him and then he suddenly snaps back to his earlier actions.

hey, thanks so much! i'm glad you like it!

i understand that worry for sure - and honestly i think reader shares the same fear sometimes.

i'd like to think when soulmates are brought together in that universe, they truly help to heal each other and become their best selves with their partners. i don't think he would do that again, knowing how badly it hurt her, but that's not to say everything is sunshine and rainbows no matter what just bc they're soulmates. i think they're still learning and growing and healing and their presence in each other's lives is part of what prompts those changes to take place to begin with.

i think there's definitely more understanding on both of their parts now, too. he isn't as willing as he used to be to hurt her in order to get her to see things his way and i think she isn't as willing to hurt him to show him how badly he hurt her to begin with - if that makes sense?

never say never, but i'd like to think he's learned how to control his reactions and not be so sensitive bc we all know when it comes to reader, he was very insecure and wary of the connection and hold she had on him since the moment they met. i think i kind of touched on this in regrets, too.

i'm sorry if this doesn't make sense - i feel like i rarely do lmao. but long answer short - i think he's learning and changing for the better and that he wouldn't do something that hurtful or harmful to her again. and in that same breath, i don't think reader could do anything to get that kind of reaction from him again.

unless we go like dark, dark and say reader gets pregnant and completely freaks and runs away with their baby and then i think he'd go absolutely psycho. i don't think he'd hurt her necessarily, but he'd definitely want to reminder her they belong to each other and teach her a bit of a lesson.... *i'm on my laptop or else i'd insert a side eye emoji here*

but again, at this point i dont see that happening at all - reader finds out she's pregnant and i think she might freak, but i don't think i see her running. they're so intertwined now, it wouldn't even be a thought for her to want to leave him bc he's the one she'd want most when she's losing it or scared or anything.

super long answer - i'm sorry lol but thank you so much for asking this! <3