#soft!dark bucky barnes x plus size!reader

[nickfowlerrr]

fawn

pairing: dark!stucky x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ ONLY. kidnapping. noncon/dubcon. only bucky x reader smut. pet names. if i’m missing something important pls lmk!

words: 6.3k

notes: this is what i wrote when my power went out on christmas lmao. if this does well and people like it i’d definitely consider a part two with more stucky smut - just let me know if you guys like this and would read a continuation. 🖤thank you in advance for reading! as always, comments and reblogs are welcome and appreciated!

One click. No flame. Another click. Still nothing. Huffing, you readjust your hold of the lighter. The smell of Christmas already permeating the air, the aroma from the opened but still unlit candle bringing you the slightest bit of ease.

It was cold already and now with the heater out, it was biting. Regrettably your blankets were still sitting in your washer, and with the lack of power, they’d be there until it came back on and you could get them in the dryer.

You made to ignite the lighter again and it finally gave you a flame. Once you had your candle lit, you eased back down onto the couch. The sun was setting and the chill from outside was already seeping into your apartment. Pulling your knee highs back up, you sighed, taking in the darkness that would soon swallow you completely.

So much for finishing that stupid puzzle. You couldn’t see anything. The rattling of the balcony door pulled you out of the silence and had the pit that was already growing in your stomach grow deeper.

Voices from outside, coming from the hallway distracted you from the unpleasant shaking of the door. It was the wind, you knew that, but with each moment, it grew darker and darker and the unexpected noise was unsettling to say the least.

You were alone. And the solitude was welcome, mostly. That underlying, gnawing feeling of loneliness that was somehow always there, no matter how hard you tried to shake it, was starting to get the better of you. Momentarily. Always passing eventually. Or, more accurately, always shoved back down eventually.

The darker it got, you somehow found yourself settling further and further into it. As if it was welcoming you back. The silence, the flicker of the candle, the scent of pine and vanilla softly filling the room. This was okay. This was nice, even.

You felt yourself beginning to doze off, but the cold worked to keep you awake.

It wouldn’t be too long before they got it back on. An hour, tops. Then you could dry your blankets, maybe get a few more pieces of the puzzle put together before you slunk back into bed. A very merry christmas, indeed.

Sun was completely set now, no shadows coming in from the windows. No more watching the swaying of the trees outside. Just flickers of the candle flame dancing along the wall.

Then you heard it again. The rattling. If you had your tv on, or music playing, you were sure you wouldn’t have heard a thing. But in the silence, even a quiet disturbance was audible. Then there was that feeling again. That pit in your stomach. Something’s not right, it called.

Paranoia. That’s all it was.

Intuition, your mind argued.

It was Christmas night, most people were still gone for the holiday weekend, your building near desolate. Who would it be? When do crimes even happen here? It was ridiculous to worry. It’s the wind. Of course it’s the wind.

The creaking that sounded next, though. That wasn’t as easily explained. You froze, just listening. To ensure you heard what you thought you did. Was someone on the balcony? How would that even be possible? You waited. And waited. No more noise. But something was telling you not to let it go. You stayed seated, curled up into the corner of the couch, just staring at the door. You couldn’t see it clearly, the flame not strong enough to illuminate that far from its place on the coffee table. But you could see enough. Enough that as you watched, you suddenly saw the handle move, as if someone outside was opening it.

You always wondered how you’d react in situations like this. Flight or fight, what would you do?

Neither, apparently.

Because you didn’t move. You were like a deer in headlights.

Right, freeze response. You’d forgotten about that possibility. There was another, too, actually. What was that one called? You couldn’t remember.

F..it starts with an f…

The whole while you were trying to think, your eyes were trained on the door. You just watched. Watched as the figure cloaked in darkness let themselves into your apartment. Did they know you were here? Would they care? You weren’t even sure you were breathing as you stayed as still as possible. Maybe the darkness would conceal you. This stranger would take whatever they wanted, and you just prayed the lights would stay out until they were gone. Just be still. Be silent. Not that you could move or make a sound if you’d wanted to. It was like you were paralyzed by fear. The figure didn’t seem to notice you, not even looking in your direction.

The candle. The candle was lit. Was this person oblivious? It was a dead give away that someone was home. The intruder stayed quiet, didn’t seem interested in anything as he walked from the balcony door, across the living room to the front door.

Without thinking, your body was moving of its own accord. You rushed quietly behind them, into the hallway, still encompassed in the dark. You felt your way to your room as fast as you could without running into any walls or making sound.

Your front door opened, and you were confused now. Were they leaving? What was the point of breaking in in the first place?

“Took you long enough.”

The voice of a man, husky and gruff sounded from the front room.

“Shut up,” another man spoke, irritation clear in his voice. “Lock the door.”

Your brain stopped working for a moment. Two voices? Why were there two voices? Why were these men here? Do they know you’re here? What do you do now? Run? Hide? Where was your phone?

Dead. Right. It had died right before the power went out, you’d put it to charge but obviously that wasn’t happening at the moment.

A flash of light hit the hallway as the men walked past back into the living room. You didn’t want to move. Your room was so close, but you didn’t want to risk making a sound and bringing any attention to yourself. So you stayed frozen.

“How is breaking and entering into a crappy apartment supposed to be a christmas gift?” one of the men asked.

“It’s what’s in the apartament that’s the gift,”

“What’s in the apartament?”

“I should’ve worded that better,” the second man corrected. “Not what, but who.”

Three seconds behind. You were running on a delay now. Who?

You.

Three seconds.

Two sets of footsteps down the hallway.

One beam of light shining right at you.

Frozen. For a moment. No noise escaping you. The light too bright, blinding you as you winced. You still couldn’t see them. Not clearly. But they were tall. Bulked. You wouldn’t be able to get away from them if you tried. Funny how that thought came to you just a few seconds after you did.

Arms wrapped around your middle, and you were suddenly being pressed against one of the men as he held you, your back to him, keeping you tight against his chest. Still no sound leaving you. Just breathing, heavy breaths coming progressively quicker.

“Ah ah, princess,” he tutted in your ear as you stared wide-eyed into the darkness before you.

You fell asleep. That’s what happened. This was a dream. Just a bad dream, and you’d wake up any second now. That was the only explanation. Because this wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening.

“Don’t cry, dove,” he soothed. “Not gonna hurt you, just wanted to introduce you to a pal of mine.”

You hadn’t even noticed the tears as they began welling in your eyes. He was speaking as if you knew each other. Like he knew you, intimately. The tone of his voice, the apparent affection. It was decidedly unnerving.

Your name fell off his tongue as if he’d spoken it a million times before, sending a chill through you as a small whimper finally managed to escape you. The flashlight was now shining on the man you were made to face. Dark hair, stubble on his jaw, piercing blue eyes cutting straight through you. You’d consider him pretty if this was a meeting under different circumstances. There was a look of contemplation on his face as he considered you. His gaze flicked from you to the man still holding you, a question clear in his eyes. Question.. or maybe an accusation.

“This is Bucky,” the man introduced. “I think you two are gonna get along real well,” he sounded almost excited. There was a tense moment of silence after he spoke, your eyes seemed glued to Bucky, your lip wobbling as you stood stock still against the stranger behind you. A painful squeeze of his arms around your waist, and you could feel his strength in his movements. You were sure he could break a rib, crush you easily if he wanted to. His hand gave your waist a squeeze as if he was waiting for you to do something.

“You’re normally so polite, princess. Use your manners. Say hello,” he instructed harshly. Normally so polite. Do you know this man? You started racking your brain for suspects, obviously someone you knew, someone you’d met.. Then suddenly your cheek stung, and you were brought back to the situation. He just slapped you? You blinked at Bucky, seeing him again as you refocused on reality.

“Hello,” you uttered weakly, breathily. You barely heard yourself.

Bucky narrowed his eyes at you, his mouth slightly agape as if he wanted to say something. He didn’t. His eyes shifted back to his friend instead.

“This is your idea of a Christmas present?”

“I’m telling you, Buck, you’re gonna love her. She’s the sweetest thing, you’ll see,” he insisted, you could practically hear him smiling as he spoke of you like you weren’t even there. “She’s exactly what we’ve been looking for. She’s perfect.”

It was like your brain just couldn’t quite compute what you were hearing. You couldn’t make sense of it. All your thoughts were still trying to guess who this man holding you was. The maintenance man who came over last week for the leak? No, his voice was way deeper and he was stoutly. The guy at the grocery store who stopped you on your way to your car just to tell you how pretty he thought you were? He wasn’t nearly as built as this man was, you could feel his solid chest against your back, his biceps around you were muscular, nothing like the guy from the store. Was it the bookstore? The place you went to get your oil change? Hell, the drive thru worker from last night? You had no idea. You couldn’t place the voice anywhere.

“We’ll see about that,” Bucky groused. “Let her go, Steve, she’s not gonna run. Are you, sweetheart?” he directed at you.

Frozen. You opened your mouth ever so slightly to speak, but no words fell out. You blinked once. Twice. Finally you managed to shake your head, it was almost imperceptible, but he accepted it. Steve’s arms fell from around you as Bucky took a step closer. You didn’t move, didn’t even think to. Not even as the power kicking back on served as a distraction for half a second. You stayed where you were, only wincing again at the lights coming on. You could see him better now. He was dressed in all black, the darkness of his clothing and hair only made his eyes that much more striking.

“You got a pretty face,” he said appreciatively, his lip twitching upward slightly. You didn’t know why you couldn’t look away, your eyes locked on him.

There was a loud bang, you jumped at the crashing sound, turning to watch Steve as he proceeded to trash your living room. As your eyes landed on him, it took you a moment to put it together. Steven. So you did know him, albeit vaguely. Every Wednesday, without fail, you’d somehow arrive at the coffee shop you frequented at the same time he would. He’d always hold the door for you. You never really spoke, but he seemed so nice. Chivalrous.

What was he doing? What was happening? Why?

Your television hit the floor as you gaped at the sight.

“What?” you breathed out, confused.

“Sorry, gotta make it look like there was a struggle. Don’t worry, you won’t miss a thing,” Steve assured you.

“I don’t- I don’t understand,” you started babbling. “What’s- why are you - what do you want? Why are you here? What’s happening, I don’t - I”

Gloved hands were on your arms as you began sputtering, turning you to face Bucky once again. His hand found your cheek, cupping your face gently as he looked you in the eye.

“Nothing you need to worry about, doll. We don’t wanna hurt you. So you’re gonna be good and listen to every word we tell you, won’t you?”

You kept staring at him, bloodshot doe eyes meeting his sharp, icy blue ones. You didn’t respond, but you allowed him to nod your head for you as you maintained eye contact.

“Good girl,” he smirked. “We’re gonna let Steve do what he needs to do and you’re gonna show me where your room is,” he instructed, turning you to face the hallway.

You walked without thinking, just doing as he told you. You didn’t want to make matters worse.

Flipping the light on, you entered the room. Bucky followed close behind you and moved further in even as you stopped right past the door.

“You got any preferences for clothes?” he asked as he looked in your closet. “We have some stuff, but I’m not sure they’ll fit you,” he said, looking you up and down. “Yeah,” he continued, agreeing with himself, “doubt it.”

You were just standing there like an idiot as he rifled through your belongings. You don’t know how much time passed before he got your attention again. He whistled as he held up a piece of lingerie from your drawer. He turned and held it up in front of you.

“I can see it,” he simpered. “You buy this for someone special, doll? Or maybe someone special bought it for you?” he prodded.

You simply shook your head, looking down now trying to avoid his lecherous gaze. He didn’t force you to speak, and you got the feeling he liked the fact you didn’t. Liked that you were being so obedient for him already. He shoved the lingerie into the duffle bag he’d found in your closet which he had already filled with a bunch of random clothes.

“I don’t know if we’re gonna be able to swing back around here,” Steve said casually as he entered the room. “If there’s anything important you want to bring, I’d grab it now, princess,” he told you.

“Where am I going?” you asked cautiously.

“You’re coming with us. We have our place all set up and ready for you. You won’t have to worry about a thing,”

“Time’s ticking, sweetheart. You heard Stevie, you want to bring something specific, go get it.”

You couldn’t think. They were taking you somewhere. They were packing your things. Steven , Steve, said you were perfect, but perfect for what? You then started to fret over leaving something behind. What if you really never came back here, what if all your things were just gone once you left with them. What do you grab, what should you take with you? That was easier to focus on.

You walked slowly over to your bed and grabbed your throw blanket, it was a security blanket, really. You never slept well without it. You watched as Steve walked into your bathroom with his phone out, he was taking pictures of your toiletries and beauty items. He must have felt your eyes on him because he looked back at you, smiling when he met your gaze. “We’ll get you new stuff, you don’t have to worry about bringing any of this.”

“This is going a lot smoother than it normally does,” Bucky said skeptically as he watched you give nearly no reaction.

“I told you, Buck. She’s perfect,” Steve repeated, smirking now as he turned back to continue making note of your things. “That’s what happens when we’re patient and wait for the right one instead of just trying to make random girls work,” he said, seeming to try and point a finger at his partner.

“She’s not putting up even a little bit of a fight,” Bucky mused aloud as he approached you, ignoring Steve and eyeing you darkly. “Why is that, doll?” he asked.

A few more steps and he was directly in front of you, eyes bearing into your own.

“Oh,” he breathed, a wry smile creeping on his lips. “I see it now,” his hands were on your face, holding you as he stared deeply into your bleary eyes, “you’re terrified, aren’t you?”

A broken whimper broke past your lips as you began to tremble slightly. Things were catching up now. The gravity of your situation, the insanity and brazen entitlement of these men in your home, speaking of you like you weren’t able to hear them, talking about taking you with them, how ‘perfect’ you were, the realization of it all, everything compounding, slamming into one another, sending you reeling.

It felt like only fifteen seconds had passed since you watched the balcony door open. How did all of this happen so quickly? It was like you weren’t even there. Just watching everything from an outsider's perspective. Passive. You were so passive.

You just wanted them to leave. You didn’t want to fight them, what point was there in that. You didn’t want to try and run, again, what would be the point? It was clear you weren’t getting away from them and they weren’t planning on leaving you. The only thing you could do was...nothing. Just let them do as they wanted, and try not to make things worse for yourself. Don’t provoke them or put yourself in more danger. They said they didn’t want to hurt you. All you had to do was listen. Just listen, you repeated over and over in your head.

The pressure of Bucky’s hands on your face increased slightly, the material of his gloves rough against your skin as he wiped at the stray tears that had started to fall again. All you could do was nod. He was right. You weren’t doing a thing to stop them because you were scared. You were utterly terrified.

“That’s okay, sweetheart. You’re doing perfect, listening real well, doing what we tell you,” he praised. “You know, Stevie, this just might be the best gift you’ve ever given me,” he called to his partner while he continued staring, his eyes taking in every detail of your face, lingering on your pouty lips.

You were a present. Not a person. At least not to them.

“Let’s see just how obedient you can be,” he said, his voice lower, darker. He was even closer now, you could feel the heat radiating off of him as he was nearly right up against you. Your chest was heaving from your stuttering breaths. Dread setting in the pit of your stomach as his touch left your cheeks and instead drifted down your body.

“Not here, Bucky.” Steve’s harsh words had Bucky’s hands halting in their exploration.

He sucked his teeth before taking a step back and turning to face Steve.

“You can wait another two hours,” Steve griped before turning his attention to you, softening slightly. “That’s all you want to bring, princess?”

“Why are you doing this to me?”

The question left your mouth before you even registered it as a thought. You saw Steve’s jaw clench as he narrowed his eyes ever so slightly at your question. If you had to worry about stoking someone’s ire, it was clearly Steve’s. He worked to calm himself, taking a breath before he responded to you.

“I guess we haven’t really explained what’s happening here, have we?

See, Buck and I, we’ve been looking for a pretty little dove like you for a long time, now. But they were just never right. We gave up for a bit, decided the right girl would come along when she was ready. And then I walked right into you one morning. You remember it, don’t you? You were walking into the coffee shop as I was coming out. I wasn’t really paying attention, it was completely my fault, but you were so sweet.. Caring, understanding. Those are rare traits nowadays, ya know. I’m not sure exactly what it was about you that struck me, but I just knew..

I knew you were the one for us. Kept an eye on you for a while, I wanted to learn more about you, get to know you better. And turns out you’re as sweet as I thought you were. Lonely as us, too. We’re the perfect fit. I could see just how much you needed someone.

The number of times I’ve had to watch you cry all alone from the outside looking in, it was like torture,” he confessed as his hands were suddenly on your face, wiping at your tears. You hadn’t even registered him getting closer, didn’t notice him brushing past Bucky to take the spot he had been in, in front of you. “But you won’t ever have to do that again. You won’t be alone anymore, not with us. It’s a win-win situation, princess. You get to get out of this shithole, leave all the stress behind you, no more responsibilities - aside from taking care of us. But we’ll be taking care of you, too. I know this might seem scary, sudden, but it’s for the best, I promise. For all three of us,” he finished, looking back at Bucky who’s eyes were still set on you.

When Steve finally backed away from you, granting you some space, Bucky was quick to return to your side. He was intent on you, not wanting you to get very far from him, though you were hardly moving.

After Steve trashed the rest of your apartment, Bucky had the thrown together bag of clothes slung on his shoulder, ushering you in front of him to trail behind Steve.

When you’d made it downstairs to the parking lot of your complex, you were led to a sleek, blacked out fully tinted SUV. Steve went to the driver’s side and Bucky opened the back door for you. He helped you in and then climbed in right next to you. You heard Steve scoff as he looked back at him, but he didn’t say anything as he started the car and drove out of the lot.

You stared ahead blankly as the car made its way through and out of town, you were aware of the men talking back and forth, but the conversation didn’t include you - at least not that you heard. You were sure Steve would make it clear if he was expecting an answer from you, the way he had earlier, so you let yourself zone out.

What had you done wrong?

How did you find yourself in this position? It was Christmas. You were alone and vulnerable. How long had Steve been watching you? How long had you been a target and you hadn’t even realized?

Fuck, you were so stupid. Stupid, pathetic, and pitiful.

You didn’t even try to get out of this, just went along with them.

The feeling of a gloved hand settling on your leg brought you back to reality for the moment, looking down just as Bucky squeezed your thigh.

“If I had let me in on your plans, I could’ve gotten some stuff ready for her,” he spoke to Steve as his hand idly toyed with the top of your knee highs.

“What we have already will be fine for now. Besides, I didn’t wanna spoil the surprise.”

There was a beat as Bucky fiddled with your stockings, contemplating as he brushed his gloved fingers over your exposed skin.

“What’s our ETA?” he asked Steve.

“Another hour.”

He nodded, a hint of a smirk on his lips, “More than enough time,” Bucky responds smoothly, pulling you onto his lap just the same as you yipped in surprise.

“Jesus Christ,” Steve mutters.

“Don’t be jealous Stevie, you’ll get your turn, too. She’s my present isn’t she? You got your gift earlier, why can’t I have mine now?”

“She’s ours,” he nearly growled in response.

“Guess that means you still owe me one, then,” he taunted back while his hands found your ass, groping you through the material of your shorts while you stayed as still as possible on his lap, though the lull of the car driving down the interstate didn’t make that an easy task. You eventually grabbed onto his shoulders to keep yourself upright as Steve passed yet another car, the speed threatening to send you into the door if not falling forward on top of Bucky.

Your unintentional wiggling had Bucky groaning and you could feel his erection growing beneath you.

“You make a mess back there, you’re cleaning it,” Steve warned.

All you could focus on, despite your every attempt not to, was the feeling of Bucky’s hands on you as you were forced onto his lap. Grabbing at your ass, running under your shirt, up and down your back, along your waist, gripping your wide hips as he began rocking you atop him. His bulge was rubbing against you with every move and though you tried to fight it, a stirring.. a tingling sensation in your core began to overshadow your fear and disgust.

Your hands were holding tightly onto him, one hand on firm muscle, the other seeming to cling to something more solid. It was an arm, but not one made from flesh and bone.

Bucky’s hands still on your hips suddenly forced you to sit fully down on him. You could feel his strength in the movement, you didn’t consider for a second trying to stop his hands as they slid down into the back of your bottoms, knowing it wouldn’t stop him. He grabbed your ass, his eyes hungry as he stared at you. He swiftly moved his hands up your back and pulled the hem of your top up and off of you in a flash.

You felt exposed and more scared than you’d been earlier, but deep down you had to have known this was coming. Of course it was.

He grabbed your breasts through your thin bra, kneading them in his still gloved hands. He took a second to finally rid himself of them and when you saw the metal of his left hand, you couldn’t help the audible breath you took as he brought it directly to your throat, squeezing enough to have you shiver but not to interfere with your breathing. He smirked as you subtly sank into him further with the show of dominance before he let his hand wander down and around your back to unclasp your bra.

Pulling the bra off of you easily, he pushed you back so you were up against the passenger’s seat as he ogled your chest. His hands wandered from your throat down to the waistband of your shorts, squeezing you, tickling you, playing with your breasts and teasing your nipples before he pulled you closer again, his head falling to your chest as he took one into his mouth. You worked hard to stifle the moan that threatened to escape when he suckled at you. His touch was all consuming and overpowering. The warmth of his mouth on your breasts, the way he held you to him, keeping your hips rocking against his as he groaned against your skin.

You were completely defenseless and had no plans of trying to fight back, no plans at all to try and stop it from happening. What good would it do? You’d let him have his way, do whatever it was he wanted to do and just get it over with.

He pulled off of you just as Steve sped around another car, you fell forward into Bucky, not bothering to right yourself, just letting your body rest against his, your head on his chest now. His hands found the waistband of your bottoms again and he worked to get them down your thick legs, not an easy task in the position he had you in. He barely managed to get them past your ass before he unceremoniously lifted you nearly over his shoulder and over the seat so you were leaning over him as he tugged them the rest of the way down. You were only then vaguely aware of your lack of shoes, briefly you wondered how you didn’t notice that when you first left your apartment. Your thong sliding down your calves, over the knee highs he left on you, had you refocusing on what was currently going on. You heard his zipper and felt him messing with his pants and it was only another second or two before you were pulled right back down onto Bucky’s lap, a mix between a gasp and a moan escaping you and a hiss escaping Bucky as his firm, hard cock pulsed against your bare pussy.

“Sit,” Bucky ordered firmly. You inched down only a bit more, earning a slap to your ass before he spoke again, “Sit. Down,” he growled.

You obeyed without another word, sitting fully on his exposed lap, the zipper of his pants rubbing against your skin as you did.

“Good puppy,” he praised darkly as he grabbed your face, pulling you to him and forcing eye contact. “I don’t like repeating myself, sweetheart. We’ve only just met, so I’ll give you a free pass this time. And I know you won’t do it again, will you, doll?”

“No,” you ekked out breathily, feeling the tears renew in your eyes. You shuddered as he kissed your temple before reaching between you and grabbing his cock, pumping himself once before he had you lift up for him, placing himself at your entrance. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly, your arms wrapped around his neck, the only thing keeping you steady as the shame of your arousal consumed you.

“Pussy’s all nice and wet for me, already, huh?” he teased.

You had nowhere else to go so buried your face in his neck, trying desperately to hide from the humiliation. His hands were on your hips and he didn’t give you any warning before he pulled you down, fully seating you on his dick, the air rushed from your lungs at the shock and stretch you were entirely unprepared for. He groaned deeply, a heady, “fuck”, tumbling from his lips as he held you there a second while you whimpered and cried.

“Son of a bitch, you’re so fuckin’ tight,” he growled before gripping your hips tighter, surely leaving bruises. You didn’t do anything, couldn’t move if you’d wanted to. You were gripping onto him like your life depended on it and somewhere deep down you were scared it just might.

Ten seconds passed and he just kept you there, sitting pretty on his cock while you cried into his neck. His grip lightened on your hips and he moved one hand to rub your back, clearly his attempt to ease you.

“Relax,” he soothed, “just take it. Take my cock like the good puppy I know you are,” he said, punctuating his sentence by thrusting up into you, making you cry out in response.

He was too thick. It hurt. Sure there was an underlying pleasure that was making its way to the surface the longer he stayed still, allowing you to adjust to the intrusion, but it was still uncomfortable. And being naked and exposed to the chill air in the car only made you more frigid. Even the heat coming off of Bucky wasn’t helping. You were covered in goosebumps and you had tear streaks still running down your face. You were a mess, a whimpering pathetic mess. Nothing more than a frightened little puppy, just like he knew you’d be.

A jolt of pleasure shot through you as his thumb was suddenly on your clit, rubbing in tight circles as you moaned weakly before laxing against him even further, inadvertently taking more of his cock inside you.

“Just like that,” he praised, giving you another few seconds to adjust to him. “Want you to bounce on my cock, you think you can handle that, doll?”

You shook your head, still hiding your face in his neck, not wanting to see the way he was looking at you.

He laughed darkly at your response before reframing your hips with his hands, “That’s alright, puppy. We’ll try again when your little pussy’s used to me. It’ll take some training, but you’ll get it eventually. I don’t have a problem doing it myself right now,”

All you could do was cry as he held your hips down on him, fucking up into you relentlessly, the material of his pants scratching at your delicate skin and his hold on you leaving marks you were sure you’d see in the morning. Your tits were bouncing as you bit your lip, groaning at the sensations shooting through you while Bucky cursed and growled, moans leaving him with every thrust into you.

“Please,” you cried, “please, please, please,”

“Fucking hell, Bucky, don’t break her before we even get her home,” Steve interjected sharply between your cries.

“You can’t feel the way she’s gripping me, she fucking loves it,” he panted, slapping your ass as he continued fucking you.

“Hurts,” you mewled desperately, hoping he’d take pity on you and at the very least slow down.

“Poor pup,” he patronized, keeping his pace as you clung to him.

“Buck,” Steve snarled from the front of the car.

Bucky grunted but soon slowed his movements, and began moving you up and down on his cock by your hips, lifting you and having you sit right back down, the new motion stimulating your clit with every tilt of your hips.

You walls clenched down on him as he slapped your ass again, groaning and growling as he kept you riding him.

His movements were slower, but he had you taking him deeper than before. “Fuck yes,” he moaned lowly, throwing his head back as he bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut as he groaned. His grip tightened on your hips as he felt you getting closer.

“You wanna come, sweetheart?” he teased, only getting a whine from you in response. He chuckled again, “You don’t have to deny it, doll. I know it feels good for you, too. I can feel your cunt tryin’ milk my cock. Don’t worry, I’m gonna give you exactly what you need, baby,”

His thumb found your clit again, playing you expertly as you writhed on his cock, unbidden moans falling from you as you felt a coil tightening in your lower belly.

“I’m gonna give it to you, you’re gonna take fuckin all of it. But you’re gonna come on my cock first,”

That coil wound tighter, and tighter, and tighter with each swipe of his thumb in tandem with his thrusts until you couldn’t hold it or fight it any longer and it finally snapped. A white hot heat running through your body as you cried out, holding onto Bucky as you came undone. The feeling of his warm cum hitting your walls as he finished inside of you registered too late, not that you could’ve done anything to stop him anyway. The post orgasmic haze quickly faded with the reminder of reality.

You slumped into him again as you began sobbing. His arms held your naked body against his fully clothed one as he relaxed, leaning back into the seat while a hand rubbed your back and you wore yourself out with the tears that fell.

“No tears, puppy. You did such a good job,” he cooed, only making you cry harder despite how exhausted you were.

He was right, you did a good job for him. Didn’t fight, didn’t try to stop it. Just let him have you, however he wanted. You were a coward. Terrified of being hurt, you let him hurt you. You could hate yourself for your lack of self preservation, but when you really thought about it, this was your self preservation. They could easily hurt you worse. They could kill you if they wanted and you’d never stand a chance. You didn’t want to live like this, but you didn’t want to die, either. You weren’t sure yet, but the latter certainly seemed like the worse option.

Just be good and don’t give them a reason to hurt you. That’s all you had to do. That’s all you could do.

Bucky kept you on him, stuffed full of his cock and cum while he held you against him.

You whimpered when you felt his cock get hard again inside of you but he didn’t move you, just kept you sitting on him - keeping him warm.

“We’re not that far,” Steve spoke, waking you as your eyes threatened to close while you laid against Bucky, thoroughly exhausted.

“Good, she’s about to pass out on me already,”

“‘S’alright, dove,” Steve said to you, “You can sleep til we get home and we’ll bring you inside. You’re gonna need your rest. Our night’s just getting started. We’ve got a lot of celebrating to do now that you’re finally home.”

You couldn’t help it as your tears fell once again, and Bucky rubbed your back.

“You’re gonna love it, doll,” he reassured you. “And if you thought that was good you have no idea how much better it is when it’s all three of us. We’ll have you seeing stars, baby,” he simpered.

“Tomorrow we’ll get everything else sorted, but for tonight, we’ll just get you comfortable. The only thing you’ll be crying for by the end of the night is more.”

[wh0reforoldmen]

I'm Sorry

Pairing: Softdark!Lumberjack! Bucky X Fem!Reader

warnings: Angst, fluff??, manipulation, implied imprisonment, implied dubcon/noncon depending on how you interpret it, Not beta red, written on my phone while sleep deprived, tell me if I missed anything.

word count: 1.13k

summary: You made Bucky mad, and he makes you apologize for your "wrong doing"

You didn't hear the door slam, you didn't even hear him come into the house or walk upstairs and open the door.

"Honey," he spoke from the doorway, his voice soft and soft and smooth.

You sucked up a breath and slowly lifted your head, the ache at the back of your neck made you wince. Your arms and legs were bound to the bed so you couldn't escape.

Bucky had two things in hand, a small thin box and something that looked like a bouquet. The black room made it hard to tell just from the light behind him.

"Hey there," he greeted, turning on the lights with a smile on his face.

Wincing at the sudden brightness, you closed your eyes and waited to adjust to the light before opening them. The first thing that caught your eye wasn't the gifts, but how sweaty he was, his red and white chequered flannel shirt was open revealing his chiselled and toned chest, his skin sheen with sweat, his hair was scruffed up, strands escaped the hair tie and was free to go wild, a few strands sticking up from his scalp. You couldn't lie, he always looked good after chopping down some trees, and while he's doing it is even better. Some days if you wake up early enough, you can hear him grunt and groan, followed by the sound of wood splitting.

Shaking your head and clearing your mind, your eyes wander to the gifts; a box of your favourite chocolate and a bouquet, bright red and fresh roses and soft pink tulips with other flowers and green decorations you didn't know the name of. It was nice, considerate even, but it was from him. And you didn't want anything from him.

"You like them? I picked them myself, thought of you," he explained with a smile, walking over to you, his heavy boots making the floorboards creak with every step. You still wonder how he gets around the house with no shoes in silence.

"Don't want them," you hissed, turning your head and facing away from him.

A month you've been here. A month being in this room. A month being in this house unwillingly. You just walked passed his shop a few months ago, and here you are, tied to a bed so you can't escape, no one looking for you, and with James fucking Barnes. The hot lumberjack who is the most fucked up person you've ever met!

Bucky was stunned at your words, he gets up at the ass crack of dawn to work, and then he feeds you and cares for you even when you're having a bad day. He thought it'll be nice to treat you, but this is how you repay him?

"I'm sorry?" He asked as it came out as a chuckle, keeping his anger at bay.

"You heard me! I. Don't.want.them." You spat, turning your heat, eyebrows furrow, your jaw tight before you looked away again.

The control over his anger snapped.

"Listen here, missy!" He yelled, grabbing your shirt and yanking you towards him, earning him a gasp.

"I'm the only one who works around here; I feed you, I look after you, I make sure you're comfortable, I make sure that you're happy here. And this is the thanks I get?" He snarled. "I try my damn hardest, and this is what I get. Someone who is an ungrateful girl! Thanks, it lets me know I'm appreciated around here!"

He threw you back down on the bed, bouncing at the force as you watched him storm out, slamming the door behind him and storming down the stairs. You didn't know when you started to cry but you felt the hot tears trickle down your cheeks. You hated yelling in general, and that lost you. You hated it.

You kept your sobs at bay as you laid down on the comfortable bed, the soft pillows embarrassing you and your tears. You couldn't even hug yourself since the restraints were too short.

You stared at the blank ceiling as tears continued to flow. You didn't get it though. You were crying over him yelling at you. He was upset. And that made you upset. Why? It shouldn't have! What's happening?

It took you a few minutes to calm down but the sounds of Bucky grunting and the sound of the logs being split in two in one or two hits wasn't a good sign.

You turned to your side and listened to his grunts as they lulled you to sleep, the pillow still wet on your cheek.

Bucky had walked back in a few hours later, his anger gone and what was left was hurt. He wanted to care for you. He loves you! Yes, he did take you from your home, but it was for a good cause! You love him too. He knows it. You may not yet, but he knows that deep down in that big heart of yours, you love him and you'll forgive everything that he's done.

He sighed as he made his way upstairs with a glass of water. He saw red when he was yelling at you, but when he heard the soft sobs after he walked out made his heart shatter into a million pieces. But it is what you deserve. You're in his house, and he rests you like a guest but you're rude. Hopefully, you've learnt.

Slowly, he opened the door to your room and smiled as he saw you sleeping peacefully. You did look a little uncomfortable due to the soft rope, but he had to ensure you weren't going anywhere.

Bucky silently walked over to you, sliding off his shoes and quietly laying next to you on top of the covers. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you to his chest. You must have woken up from it because you looked behind you, your face had fear written all over it.

"I do anything for you, I do everything. I thought that you'd like them, but apparently not…" he mumbled, shaking his head "think you have something to say to me,"

Your brain screamed at you to not say anything, to keep your eyes away from his, but your eyes met his beautiful blue ones. The softness towards you, the love and admiration no one ever gave you. "I'm sorry, Bucky. Having a bad day…" you whisper, looking down. "I do like them I just… miss home,"

"This is your home, honey. I promise, it will look better than this with our children, but baby steps," he smiled, planting a kiss on your head before kissing down your cheek, to your neck.

"I think I have an idea how to cheer you up,"

[drabblesandsnippets]

Safe

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus-size female reader

Background: TW: (Past) SA. During times when old traumatic memories start to pop up again (for whatever random reason/trigger), I find myself seeking out art that I can connect with to help me process things. Over the years, I’ve spent endless hours searching for stories/books where the main character is dealing with sexual trauma while also trying to have/maintain a healthy sex life - this is my attempt to write that type of story (without delving into the details of the trauma).

Summary: (4k) TW: (Past) SA. Bucky’s girlfriend craves intimacy while struggling with triggers and flashbacks.

Warnings: 18+ Only. TW: Mention of past SA/trauma (very vague), flashbacks (including during sex), anxiety. Established relationship. Bucky doesn’t always sleep with his prosthetic on (who else has this headcanon?). Fluff. Praise. Enthusiastic consent. Soft and sweet Bucky. Pet names (doll, sweetheart, baby). (Unprotected) PiV. Aftercare.

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Trauma has a way of sneaking up on you when you least expect it. 

One minute, you’re laughing and dancing in the kitchen with your boyfriend, his hands around your waist while he sings a song from the 40’s, and the next thing you know, you’re leaning over the sink, your knees nearly giving out as you try to remember how to breathe. 

All it took was one fleeting press of Bucky against your back and you were suddenly transported to a different time, your mind taking you back to those moments when your life irrevocably changed.

Other times, it’s less conspicuous. 

You’re on the back of his motorcycle, enjoying a peaceful ride outside the city, taking the scenic route to enjoy a bit more time together, when you’re hit with a wave of anxiety. Something in your brain made a connection to the past, and the only signal you can give Bucky is a tighter hold around his torso.

There’s not much that fazes him, given his own history and lingering struggles, but it doesn’t always make it easier. You oscillate between wanting to talk it all out and just wanting to pretend you’re fine - Bucky doing his best to meet you wherever you’re at, trying to ease your burden as best he can.

When you’re really lucky, it’s a momentary thing, your mind allowing the memory to fade so you can focus on the present. When that happens, you get to go weeks, sometimes months, without it happening again.

Of course, you’re not always that lucky. There are times when it invades the rest of your day, seeping into moments it has no business being a part of. Trying to control parts of your life that you swore it’d never touch. 

And then, there are times like now, when it sticks around. When it feels like the smallest thing sets you off, brief flashes of things you’d rather not have to think about playing out behind your eyes. Your body constantly on edge, giving you no reprieve, even when the memories finally fade out.

You’re not sure how many days it’s been, or what the initial trigger even was, your mind too preoccupied with trying not to take a trip down memory lane. The only lifeline you can cling to is knowing you have a partner who supports you as much as you support him, especially during dark times, refusing to give up on each other.

As painful as it all can be, it’s a familiar pattern, one you know you’ll eventually break free of, no matter how turbulent it gets. Until then, you ride the wave, doing everything you can to stay afloat, to allow yourself to continue to live your life, seek out the things that bring you joy and pleasure.

Yesterday was filled with laughter and adventures, Bucky taking you to some of his favorite places, whisking you off to the next destination when your anxiety started to get the better of you. As if he’s made it his mission to help you find your footing again.

Bucky’s love and patience is more than you could have ever hoped for, and as you wake up with him snuggled against your back, in the bed you’ve shared for years, the remnants of your dream trying to take hold, his name spills out of you, filling the dark silence.

In an instant, he’s awake enough to breathe your name in return, his voice husky with sleep as he asks, “You okay? S’wrong, doll?” Bucky’s aware it was probably another nightmare, or maybe a flashback, but he’s learned not to assume anything, giving you the space to decide if and how you want to be heard.

It’s not always that simple. Sometimes your voice can fail you, words getting trapped in your throat as you struggle to focus on the moment. You’re not even sure how to describe what’s happening, other than to admit that you feel on edge, like your skin is crawling, your body growing restless.

Bucky doesn’t need more explanation, his hand leaving its normal resting place on your thigh to slide along your back, his intention clear. His familiar touch draws the expected reaction out of you, a soft sigh of relief as a bit of tension leaves your body, his fingertips dancing across your shoulder blade.

Almost immediately you’re curling up, inviting him to keep going, his reverent touch spreading tingles across your skin. As intimate as it is, there’s nothing inherently sexual about it, Bucky wanting nothing more than to help you relax, to lull you back into a peaceful slumber.

Yet, your body seems to have other ideas, each tender caress of your back sending sparks of arousal to your core. It’s far from the first time, even over the past several days, but it’s yet another aspect of your relationship that gets thrown off balance during times like this.

Any other time, Bucky would read your subtle cues, happily accepting the silent invitation to touch more of you, to bring you unspeakable pleasure. Until you’re back on solid ground though, it’s not an option for him. He can’t risk pressuring you, the thought of adding more stress on top of everything you’re already struggling with too unbearable to him. 

You can’t exactly blame him. When the roles are reversed - when Bucky is dealing with his own trauma, ghosts of his past invading his mind - you follow his lead, offering him nothing more than a place to rest. A safe space, where he’s completely in control.

That’s what he’s been offering you since your brain decided to spend so much time in the past. Intimacy, in whatever form it takes, is on your terms, things never progressing unless you’re vocalizing your desires. 

Bucky’s patience is unyielding. No matter how much your soft, breathy noises of appreciation stir up his need for you, the path of his hand doesn’t alter. His fingertips continue to draw circles across your skin, exploring the contours of your back, as if he hasn’t already mapped every single inch of you. 

One of his favorite things is to touch you. To bring you comfort, to provide safety, and yes, when you allow him, to bring you pleasure. And right now, despite - or maybe because of - the turmoil broiling beneath the service, it’s what you need.

There’s a risk that things might overwhelm you. That you won’t be able to lose yourself in the moment. You try not to think about that, telling yourself that you at least deserve to try, knowing Bucky will help you through it, wherever it leads.

Your request for more remains subtle, a slight shift of your hips, pressing back into him, the evidence of his own arousal growing against your ass. Nothing changes for Bucky, his gentle touch following a trail up along your spine to the back of your neck, his thumb stroking a particular tense spot, refusing to take advantage of your trust in him.

There’s a part of you that wonders if you should just allow yourself to succumb to the sleep that’s threatening to overtake you again, but you miss him. And, as he drags the back of his fingers down to the dip of your waist, you moan softly, your thighs tensing with need, seeking out friction.

Bucky knows exactly what he’s doing to you, each pass of his hand along sensitive flesh making you tremble, goosebumps spreading across your skin. It’s not long before he’s able to smell you, the knowledge that his touch turns you on so much nearly enough to make him lose his resolve.

Somehow he remains steadfast, even as you shift again, arching your back and angling your hips to find more pressure, his erection trapped against the curve of your ass. There’s an ache building inside of him to grind against you, to give you what your body is so obviously asking for, your shuddering sighs encouraging him to keep touching you, waiting for permission that he knows might not come.

It’s more than okay if it doesn’t, Bucky content with easing your burdens in whatever way you’ll allow him. It’s a privilege he’ll never take for granted. 

As is the privilege of getting to bring you more pleasure. And the moment you whisper his name, followed by a barely audible utterance of “please,” he’s asking you what you need. Desperate to give you everything you desire.

It provides the catalyst to empower you to ask for more, telling him how good he feels as you shamelessly rub against him, Bucky’s own heavy breaths and words of love spurring you on. The gentle caress of his fingers never cease, tentatively dipping lower to tease along your hip, and you leave no room for doubt, quickly letting out a needy moan of “yes.”

His reaction comes as no surprise, your consent making him groan, his hard cock throbbing against you. You’re about to reach back, wanting to feel more of him, when you’re triggered without warning, your breath catching and your back stiffening, unwanted images flashing in your head. 

“Are you okay?”

The concern in his voice keeps you in place, choosing to ignore your body’s instinct to pull away, forcing yourself to breathe through it. As the silence tries to consume you, threatening to derail everything, Bucky’s hand on your hip helps you get the words out, the soft clearing of your throat letting him know a response is forthcoming.

“Yeah,” you finally whisper into the dark, grateful when he doesn’t move, his thighs flush against yours. “I don’t- I’m okay, I don’t wanna stop.” Before he can ask if you’re sure, your hand comes into contact with his arm, your fingers sliding down to gently take hold of his wrist, refusing to second guess yourself as you guide his hand higher up your body, showing him exactly what you want.

The heat of his hand cupping your breast brings you fully back into the present with him, ripping a strangled moan out of you, your back arching to grind harder against him.

“Fuck,” he exhales heavily, Bucky wasting no time in following your lead, your erect nipple pinched between his long fingers, his palm squeezing your tit as he murmurs soft words of praise. His ears are trained on you, listening for every noise he elicits, from the loud moans to the barely audible gasps, ensuring his touch remains welcome.

It’s everything you could possibly want, his leg soon finding its way between yours, Bucky barely getting a chance to ask you if it’s okay before you’re begging him to keep going. Your whine of pleasure drowns out his own noises of appreciation, his thigh pressed to your slick heat, his rock hard cock starting to leak pre-cum.

“You feel so good,” you whisper, one hand gripping the edge of the bed, giving you leverage to grind on his thigh, the fingers of your other hand still gripping his wrist, keeping him pinned to you.

“So do you, baby,” he moans in your ear, nudging his leg higher to find a steady rhythm against your swollen pussy, intent on drawing this out as long as you’ll let him. “Love when you ride my thigh like this, when you let me feel how wet you are.”

Your body takes over, chasing the high, Bucky letting you set the pace, his large hand palming your heavy breasts, the occasional pinch and playful tug of your nipples building you higher. He never lets the silence settle for too long, filling the moments between heavy breaths and barely coherent words with a string of praises, reminding you how much he loves every inch of you.

The darkness seems to amplify your senses, allowing you to get lost in the sensations, your walls pulsing with every delicious grind against your clit. You’re on the verge of begging him to fuck you, the words on the tip of your tongue when a wave of tension takes over, ruining all your plans.

Your hips falter the same time Bucky’s do, his gentle assurance of, “it’s okay,” calming your racing heart before it can beat out of control. Keeping his hand pressed to your stomach, you breathe through the confusion, trying to pinpoint the trigger before deciding to focus on how to move forward instead.

A request for more comes in the form of asking him to turn on a light, the need to see him overpowering everything else, and Bucky’s climbing off the bed, a lingering kiss and touch to keep you company until he returns. You’re kicking the covers off just as he clicks the adjoining bathroom light on, your eyes adjusting quickly to the soft glow now illuminating the room.

The irresistible image of you waiting for him has him returning to the bed within record time, his feet only pausing when his gaze drifts to his prosthetic arm, safe in its resting place in the corner of the room. He doesn’t always wear it to bed, your sex life never suffering without it, but he knows how much you enjoy having both his arms wrapped around you, the slight furrow of his brow telling you exactly what he’s thinking.

You interrupt the unspoken question, your voice pulling Bucky’s attention back to you, your unprompted words taking him by surprise. “I wanna ride you.”

“Oh really?” he asks, the former subject easily forgotten, a grin spreading at the eager nod of your head. He doesn’t need to be told twice, jumping onto the bed with a flourish, landing on his back with a soft thud, a giddy look plastered across his face.

“You’re ridiculous,” you laugh, getting to your knees beside him, not missing the way his eyes travel along your curves, the peak of his tongue wetting his lips giving you momentary pause, your thighs tensing with need.

Bucky’s obviously thinking the same thing, his laughter sending a thrill down your spine as he asks, “Whatcha thinking about ridin’, doll?”

You enjoy having his head between your thighs just as much as he does, the teasing flick of his tongue along his top teeth having you shaking your head at him. “Your cock, if that’s okay with you,” you tell him, the playful grin on your face masking your concern of being triggered again if you can’t see his eyes.

“Oh, no complaints from me,” he emphatically promises, offering out his hand to help you climb on top, your worry not lost on him. You’ve been through so much together, Bucky having learned to read your body, understanding your emotions even better than you sometimes. As obsessed as he is with you, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting you, he won’t push for it, especially not tonight.

Your bodies fit together perfectly, puzzle pieces interlocking like you were made for each other, his thick cock stretching you slowly with each roll of your hips, taking him inch by glorious inch. His firm grip on your thigh encourages you to keep going, his audible grunts and gasps filling your ears, unable to tear your eyes away from him.

“Jesus,” Bucky pants, his lashes fluttering every time you let him slide in just a bit deeper, his hips tense underneath you, determined to give you complete control. “Feel so good, baby. God, I love you.”

You’re quick to nod your head, your hands finding their way to his chest, allowing you to find an easy rhythm, your eyes nearly rolling back when he bottoms out inside of you. “Oh fuck,” you whine, your hips moving on autopilot, grinding in slow circles, soon finding the perfect pressure against your clit that has you trembling on top of him.

There’s something incredibly intoxicating about being in charge of your own pleasure, especially when Bucky could easily overpower you, the occasional twitch of his hips signaling just how hard he’s working to control himself.

It leaves you breathless, your body finding a quicker pace, the head of cock hitting that spot deep inside of you that has you seeing stars. When his name starts to fall past your lips like a prayer, his thighs tense, shifting underneath you, the new angle forcing out the words burning the back of your throat, “Bucky… baby, please. Please, fuck me.”

“Co’mere,” he growls, pulling you down on top of him, your palms finding purchase against the mattress on either side of his head, his eyes never leaving yours. With his arm wrapped around your waist, hand splayed across your lower back, he starts a slow pace, watching the pleasure play out across your face.

Bucky pulls out until your walls pulse, a prideful grin twitching at the corners of his mouth at how greedily you welcome him back in, his eyes darkening when he bottoms out, your thrusts soon meeting his.

“That’s it,” he pants, nodding his head, his hold on you grower firmer, doing his best to keep the right amount of friction against your clit. “Just like that, take whatever you need baby.” He’s aware your muscles are going to grow tired soon, your knees likely needing a break before long, but he refuses to stop until you tell him to, gritting his teeth with effort to hold his own orgasm back.

You’ve lost track of how many times you’ve come close to the edge yourself, only for the feeling to fade, your mind threatening to spiral into unwanted territory. Until this very moment, you’ve done a good job at holding the unwanted feelings at bay, your desire for intimacy and connection driving your actions.

Except, that’s suddenly no longer the case, a particularly sharp burst of pleasure has you closing your eyes and before you realize it, everything’s come to a standstill. The unwarranted apology dies on the tip of your tongue, a heavy sigh of frustration leaving you as you quickly shake your head, sitting up to try to regain some semblance of composure.

“Sweetheart,” Bucky murmurs, taking hold of your hand to bring it to his lips, brushing a kiss across your knuckles to soothe your anxiety. “Tell me what you need.”

You breathe heavily, your bodies still connected, Bucky nestled deep inside of you, your walls spasming uncontrollably around him. There’s no reason to push through this, to ignore your body’s obvious discontent, no matter how much you want to pretend you can handle this.

It’d be unfair to subject either of you to that inevitable discomfort. The only thing you can do is face it, admit that you’re not as strong as you’d like to admit, your independent nature wanting to fight you the entire way. A gentle clearing of your throat, followed by a rough swallow and you’re bringing your awareness back to the present, your eyes finally opening to meet his once again.

One look at him and it’s easy to find your voice, his warm smile breaking down your walls like they’re paper-thin. “I need to feel you on top of me.” To feel the comfort of his weight, the safety of his embrace.

Bucky’s more than happy to oblige, trusting that you understand your own needs, knowing you’ll tell him if it becomes too much. Guiding you back down on top of him, his lips find yours, pouring all his love and devotion into the simple act as he secures an arm around you, cradling you against him in order to roll you both over.

It’s not as seamless as either of you anticipate, your tense muscles and abundant wetness causing him to slip out. Neither of you are able to hide your exhales of disappointment, Bucky’s grin meeting your own when he lines himself back up, the head of his cock nudging your entrance, giving you every opportunity to change your mind.

As grateful as you are, it’s not needed, and your hips shift, telling him everything he needs to know, the nod you give him alleviating any lingering doubt. With his weight settling on top of you, his body aligned with yours, he slides his arm underneath your shoulder to cradle the back of your neck in his palm and finally surges forward, sinking back into your tight heat. 

Your unbridled reaction spurs him on, your gasps and cries of exquisite pleasure causing heat to race up his spine, his hips setting a familiar pace. He can’t stop himself from praising you, watching you start to fall apart for him, your walls fluttering around him with every deep stroke, his body grinding hard against your clit.

You cling to him, nails digging into his back, your orgasm just out of reach, sweat covering your body, the desperation written all over your face. You’re so close, Bucky’s loud groans and animalistic grunts usually enough to send you spiraling, his words causing more arousal to coat his cock, but there’s still something holding you back, your body on the verge of tensing again.

“Tell me I’m okay,” you gasp, your eyes locked on his, your hips meeting his thrusts, your body begging for release.

“You’re okay,” he promises, dropping his forehead to yours, his heavy breath fanning your face, using every ounce of energy to not succumb to the pleasure threatening to overwhelm him. “You’re okay, my sweet girl. You’re safe, I’m not going anywhere.”

His steady stream of assurance has you crying out, tears pricking your eyes, the familiar tingle starting to build to unbearable heights, surely about to tease you again. Bucky refuses to give up, fucking you through it, maintaining the perfect, consistent speed, his cock bottoming out each time, the sounds of your bodies meeting in a heated rush adding to the sensations coursing through you.

“There we go,” he groans, his grip on the back of your neck tightening, holding you in place as you start to tighten around him, refusing to let you push him out. “You feel so fucking good, sweetheart, just let go for me. You’re safe, you’re right where you belong.”

That’s all it takes, your mouth opening in a silent scream as your entire body tenses, your limbs wrapped around him, his movements never faltering, letting you ride out the intense waves taking over your senses. You’re not even aware when your voice returns to you, a string of incoherent noises filling the air as you come hard, sobbing from the onslaught of pleasure, Bucky not missing a single second of the glorious vision unfolding underneath him.

He doesn’t allow himself to let go until he’s sure it’s what you want, your gasping pleas triggering his orgasm. With a groan of your name, he pulls you into a fiery kiss, his hips thrusting just a few more times as his pulsing cock fills you with his release.

You've been reduced to heavy pants and trembling limbs, Bucky's body shaking against yours, more sweet utterances of love and devotion being shared as you both return back to reality.

For the first time in too long, you’re able to stay relaxed in his embrace, refusing to let him move for several moments, the weight of him pressing down on you keeping you grounded. It’s not until your lungs start to ache from lack of deep breaths that you relent, letting Bucky roll you both over, your bodies continuing to draw comfort from each other.

There’s no rush to clean up, no dire need to leave the bed, the two of you remaining there for as long as you want, your mind at ease, Bucky’s steady breaths and gentle caress of your back almost lulling you back to sleep. 

This time, there’s no need to fight it. You let yourself drift off, peaceful rest once again overtaking you, Bucky content to hold you for the rest of the night, promising to keep you safe wherever your dreams take you.

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[witchywithwhiskey]

slasher summer masterlist

summerween is over, and so is my slasher summer writing challenge. as promised, here's the masterlist of all entries in the challenge (if yours is missing, please DM me!)

thank you to everyone who participated, as well as all readers who liked, reblogged and commented on the fics!! i loved getting to read everyone's stories and see what y'all did with the prompts. you're all so creative and lovely—thank you again!!!

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When He First Got Me by @buckets-and-trees

pairing: soft!dark and rough Nomad!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader summary: Prequel in the Exiled Nomad Series. July 3, 2017. Steve sees you at a city festival for the Fourth of July, but he's not content with only seeing…

Dirty Little Secret by @buckys-wintersoldier

pairing: Professor!Ari Levinson x Student!Female!Reader summary: You share a dirty little secret with your professor.

In the Woods by @thezombieprostitute

pairing: James Mace x Female!Reader x Chris Beck summary: Using the prompts: Summer Camp; Sex in the Woods; You know how girls love to scream

Not A Common Storm by @nekoannie-chan

pairing: Steve Rogers x Agent of HYDRA!Reader summary: You and Steve are trapped in a storm, what would happen?

Once Upon A Friendship by @steviebbboi

pairing: Childhood Bestie!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader summary: Growing up together, you and Steve were inseparable. Where did it all go wrong?

Rosa by @perdidosbucky-yyo

pairing: Best Friend!Steve Rogers x Plus Size! Female!Reader summary: Trapped in a prison of your husband and your mother’s expectations, your only comfort is the ghost in your garden, haunted by the memory of your best friend. You thought you would never see him again but when he unexpectedly returns home from the war after 12 years, you’re not prepared for what’s to come.

A Night of Frights & Delights by @elixirfromthestars

pairing: Athlete!Bucky Barnes x Artist!Reader summary: It’s Friday the 13th and the college kids in town decided to host a weekend camping trip on the outskirts of town. Your best friend convinced you to go much to your reluctance. What could go wrong when the one guy you can’t stand is also there?

Sweet and Slashy Summer Saturdays by @buckets-and-trees

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Curvy!Female Reader summary: A first date with your neighbor Bucky Barnes.

Fool Me Once… by @dc418writes

pairing: Ari Levinson x BlackReader, Pete Brenner x BlackReader summary: Who knew grudges could be so deadly?

Slasher by @witchywithwhiskey

pairing: DARK Horror Movie Villain!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader summary: Somehow, you end up in your favorite old horror movie, and you decide to take the opportunity to fulfill one of your fantasies—you're gonna fuck the villain, Bucky Barnes.

[ilikereadingthisiswhatilike]

Bucky Barnes/ Winter Soldier

A collection of Bucky x reader stories. None of the stories are mine.

No Smut

Soldats princess @lokislittlemidgardian Summary: After being kidnapped by hydra the winter soldier saves you from fighting. Warnings: Dubious Consent, Kidnaping, Angst Special Tags: Age Play, Fluff,

Make Me Feel Love @darkficsyouneveraskedfor Summary: Your ex finds you. Warnings: Abuse, Miscarriage, Blood

Smut

Ribs @highonmarvel Summary: What’s scarier than dating Bucky? Leaving him. Warnings: Bodily Harm, Abuse, Rape, Angst, Smut Special Tags: Mafia AU, Multichapter

Miss Me @sidepartskinnyjeans Summary: When Bucky has a rare night off, he indulges in his favorited treat. Warnings: Dubious Consent, Kidnaping, Blood, Smut Special Tags: Vampire AU, Rockstar AU, BDSM, Wax Play

Love Like Bruise @targaryenvampireslayer Summary: HYDRA won. You're quietly trying to live your life without facing their wrath. But then years later your given to him. Warnings: Rape, Abuse, BDSM, Angst, Bodily Harm, Smut Special Tags: Multichapter, Dark

My Legacy @buckyscombatboots Summary: An Orc found their one true mate and he wants babies. Warnings: Rape, Kidnaping, Angst, Bodily Harm, Smut Special Tags: Orc AU, Breeding Kink, Size Difference

Bound @boxofbonesfic Summary: Bucky reminds you who you belong to in the club bathroom. Warnings: Rough Sex, Toxic Vibes, Smut Special Tags: Public Sex, Biker AU,

Wanted @jadedvibes Summary: Your relationship with one of your patients takes a shocking and unfortunate turn. Warnings: Rape, Kidnaping, Stalking, Smut Special Tags: Public Sex, Bondage, Dark

If it Were Summer @pellucid-constellations Summary: You met Bucky in Italy—a summer abroad with sweet gelato and even sweeter words. You never thought you’d see him again, and you were right. Because the Bucky at this frat party, the one with the smirk and the wandering eyes, was nothing like the one you knew. That didn’t mean he wasn’t still completely in love with you. Warnings: Minor violence, Alcohol Special Tags: Collage AU, Frat Boy AU

𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭 @mavsstar Summary: You take the kids to your ex's house while you go on a date Warnings: Smut Special Tags: Family AU, Soft Sex

Coffee. Emergency. Thighs @angrythingstarlight Summary: Bucky uses you while you sleep. Warnings: Smut Special Tags: Soft sex, Somnophilia, Praise Kink,

Everyone Gonna Know @octoberkait Summary: Bucky video tapes you during sex. Warnings: Rape, Blackmail, Smut Special Tags: Voyeurism, Breeding, Size Difference

First And Last @navybrat817 Summary: Bucky decides he wants you. Warnings: Rape, Forced Bond, Smut Special Tags: Omegaverse

Family Man @giorno-plays-piano Summary:  You thought the rumors about orcs wandering the forest in search of human companions were nothing serious. Warnings: Rape, Kidnaping, Smut Special Tags: Orc AU, Breeding Kink, Size Difference

Dangerous Acquaintances @giorno-plays-piano Summary: Wolves are big mean bullies. You know for sure. Warnings: Dubious Consent, Smut, Dark Special Tags: Hybrids, Breeding, Soft-Dom

The Devil’s bride @straywords Summary:20 years ago your parents promised you to a demon... and now the devil has come to collect his prize. Warnings: Kidnaping, Forced Marriage Special Tags: Demon AU

Sleeping Beauty @straywords Summary: Your strange, lonely neighbor awakens something inside you and, in turn, you awaken something inside him too. Warnings: Rape, Smut, Mental Health Special Tags: Somnophilia, Plus Size Reader

Ribs @highonmarvel Summary: What’s scarier than dating Bucky? Leaving him. Warnings: Bodily Harm, Abuse, Rape, Angst, Smut Special Tags: Mafia AU, Multichapter

Miss Me @sidepartskinnyjeans Summary: When Bucky has a rare night off, he indulges in his favorited treat. Warnings: Dubious Consent, Kidnaping, Blood, Smut Special Tags: Vampire AU, Rockstar AU, BDSM, Wax Play

Miss Me @sidepartskinnyjeans Summary: When Bucky has a rare night off, he indulges in his favorited treat. Warnings: Dubious Consent, Kidnaping, Blood, Smut Special Tags: Vampire AU, Rockstar AU, BDSM, Wax Play

My Legacy @buckyscombatboots Summary: An Orc found their one true mate and he wants babies. Warnings: Rape, Kidnaping, Angst, Bodily Harm, Smut Special Tags: Orc AU, Breeding Kink, Size Difference

Bound @boxofbonesfic Summary: Bucky reminds you who you belong to in the club bathroom. Warnings: Rough Sex, Toxic Vibes, Smut Special Tags: Public Sex, Biker AU,

Wanted @jadedvibes Summary: Your relationship with one of your patients takes a shocking and unfortunate turn. Warnings: Rape, Kidnaping, Stalking, Smut Special Tags: Public Sex, Bondage, Dark

If it Were Summer @pellucid-constellations Summary: You met Bucky in Italy—a summer abroad with sweet gelato and even sweeter words. You never thought you’d see him again, and you were right. Because the Bucky at this frat party, the one with the smirk and the wandering eyes, was nothing like the one you knew. That didn’t mean he wasn’t still completely in love with you. Warnings: Minor violence, Alcohol Special Tags: Collage AU, Frat Boy AU

𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭 @mavsstar Summary: You take the kids to your ex's house while you go on a date Warnings: Smut Special Tags: Family AU, Soft Sex

Coffee. Emergency. Thighs @angrythingstarlight Summary: Bucky uses you while you sleep. Warnings: Smut Special Tags: Soft sex, Somnophilia, Praise Kink,

Everyone Gonna Know @octoberkait Summary: Bucky video tapes you during sex. Warnings: Rape, Blackmail, Smut Special Tags: Voyeurism, Breeding, Size Difference

First And Last @navybrat817 Summary: Bucky decides he wants you. Warnings: Rape, Forced Bond, Smut Special Tags: Omegaverse

Family Man @giorno-plays-piano Summary:  You thought the rumors about orcs wandering the forest in search of human companions were nothing serious. Warnings: Rape, Kidnaping, Smut Special Tags: Orc AU, Breeding Kink, Size Difference

Dangerous Acquaintances @giorno-plays-piano Summary: Wolves are big mean bullies. You know for sure. Warnings: Dubious Consent, Smut, Dark Special Tags: Hybrids, Breeding, Soft-Dom

The Devil’s bride @straywords Summary:20 years ago your parents promised you to a demon... and now the devil has come to collect his prize. Warnings: Kidnaping, Forced Marriage Special Tags: Demon AU

Sleeping Beauty @straywords Summary: Your strange, lonely neighbor awakens something inside you and, in turn, you awaken something inside him too. Warnings: Rape, Smut, Mental Health Special Tags: Somnophilia

A Perfect Fit   @straywords Summary: Your strange, lonely neighbor awakens something inside you and, in turn, you awaken something inside him too. Warnings: Smut Special Tags: Dubious Consent, Mafia AU, Voyeurism

My Devotion @cryptidcasanova Summary: The one where Bucky doesn’t take your breakup well. Warnings: Angst, Violence, Kidnaping Special Tags: Mafia AU

A Heart of Gold@bluemuisckid Summary: Bucky learns how to be a better husband to the reader. Warnings: Angst, Emotional Neglect Special Tags: Biker AU, Family AU

[callmemana]

James Bucky Barnes: Fanfic 1

Key: smut -🍓/fluff -🌼/angst -🐂/personal fav -👓/

A Little Superstition @jadedvibes 🌼 (college athlete au)

A Million Reasons Series @perpetuelledaydreaming 🍓🌼🐂(college athlete au)

Accidentally In Love Series @creativebeang 🍓🌼🐂👓

Awake My Soul Series @foreverindreamlandd 🍓🌼🐂 (zombie au)

Baby Love, I Need Your Love @shortcakezaza 🍓🌼👓 (mafia!bucky x baker!reader au)

Bad Intentions Series @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂👓 (mafia! au|Ch. 1/30)

Broken Knights Series @itsanerdlife (mafia! au|Ch. 1/30) 🍓🌼🐂👓

Brotherhood & Bullets Series @rookthorne 🍓🌼🐂 (biker!au)

Brooklyn Pride Series @rookthorne 🍓🌼🐂(street racer!au)

Cruel Intentions Series @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂👓 (mafia! au|Ch. 1/24|sequel to bad intentions)

Chemistry 2 @onceuponastory 🌼🐂👓 (danceteacher!bucky au)

Firebug Series @areyoureadyforsomemeatballz 🍓🌼🐂👓 (firefighter!au)

Forever @onceuponastory 🌼🐂👓

For Love of the Game Series @perpetuelledaydreaming 🍓🌼🐂👓 (baseball!au)

Heat on High Mini Series @tom-holland-parker 🍓🌼🐂👓 (firefighter!bucky x singlemom!r)

His Empire, Her Rules Series @rookthorne 🍓🌼🐂 (mafia!au)

I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once Series @frostironfudge 🌼🐂👓 (ex!military! x +sized!reader)

In Seven Years @perpetuelledaydreaming 🌼🐂👓 (baseball au {mentions of pregnancy})

In The Embers Series @foreverindreamlandd 🌼🐂 (+sized!Rogers!reader)

Inked Sun Series @rookthorne 🍓🌼🐂 (tattoo!artist!au)

It Comes Back To Me 2 @frostironfudge 🍓🌼🐂👓(lawyer! Bucky)

It Started with a Smile Series @writing-for-marvel 🌼🐂👓 (regency/bridgerton!au)

It Takes Two @jessybarnes 🍓🌼👓 (pregnant!reader)

It Was Always You @ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused 🍓🌼🐂(+sized!reader)

Last Night’s Story Series @the-canary 🍓🌼🐂👓(stripper!bucky au)

Like I Want You 2 @tmpestuous (college au)

Lieutenant Smolder Series @baezen 🍓🌼🐂👓 (firefighter!au)

Love & Lace Series @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂 (mob!Bucky x burlesque!reader|1/24)

Moth to the Flame Series @tmpestuous (college au/ enemies to lovers au)

Our Life Series @creativebeang 🍓🌼🐂

Out Of Mind @rassvetsky 🌼🐂👓

Part Of A Family @onceuponastory 🍓🌼🐂 (singlemom!reader)

Promises @jadedvibes 🍓🌼🐂 (soft!dark! 1940’s bucky)

Playing Games Series @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂👓 (tw: S/A|HS au|1/28)

Save Me Mini Series @espinosaurusrexex 🍓🌼🐂 (college au)

Scars Series @chickenfics 🌼🐂👓 (western au)

Something Domestic Series @fandoms-writings 🌼🐂👓 (ex-military amputee farmer Bucky)

Something More Series @tellmealovestory 🍓🌼🐂👓 (fwb/situation-ship au)

Shattered Pieces Series @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂 (fighter!bucky|1/20)

Silhouettes in the Spotlight Series @frostironfudge 🍓🌼🐂👓 (actor Bucky x plus sized reader)

Six Months Series @creativebeang 🌼🐂 (explicit themes 18+)

Ties That Bind Series @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂👓 (MC|ch. 1/32)

The Best Man Series @glutenfreepeach 🍓🌼🐂👓 (dark themes 18+)

The Sargent’s Heart Series @foreverindreamlandd 🌼🐂 (+sized!reader)

The Time of the Prey Series @subwaysurf45 🍓🌼🐂 (Knight Bucky x Princess Reader)

The Unseen One Series @extremelyblackandwhite 🌼🐂 (hades!au)

Wrangling Forever Series @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂👓 (farm hand Bucky au|1/10)

Whatever It Takes Series @angrythingstarlight 🍓🌼🐂 (mafia!au)

Where Do We Go From Here Series @sebastianstansqueen 🌼🐂👓 (mafia!au)

I Wanna Be Yours @theeleggymeggy 🍓🌼🐂 (besties to lovers!au)

[nickfowlerrr]

keeping secrets - chapter six

series masterlist / chapter seven

keeping secrets writing playlist

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

warnings: 18+ only. mention of light injury. angst. smut. if i’m missing something important pls let me know!

words: 5.7k

notes: things are happening 🫣🫣🫣 enjoy the sweetness while you can lol. please let me know what you think about this chapter! there’s so much more to come. thank you in advance for reading! as always, feedback and reblogs are welcome and so appreciated! 🖤

You let the warm water beat down on you as you stood under the steady stream. Vaguely you were aware you were going to take up all the hot water, but if he really wanted a warm shower, Bucky could wait until morning. He wasn’t the one who’d nearly had their nose broken tonight.

When Bucky had pulled up to the safe house, you made your way straight from the car to the bathroom without a word. You made sure you got the dried blood off your skin and then allowed yourself to sulk as the steam of the shower overtook you.

You didn’t shut the water off until the air became nearly unbreathable. Wrapping a towel around yourself, you soon realized you had neglected to bring a change of clothes with you into the bathroom. You silently cursed yourself before drying off as much as you could.

Rewrapping the towel around you as securely as you could, you cracked the door open to see if Bucky was anywhere around. The door to the bedroom was closed, so you counted yourself lucky as you walked out to the living room without feeling so cautious.

You were leaving water prints in your wake with each step down the hallway, but you didn’t really care. As you spotted your duffle still where you’d left it on the couch, you nearly stopped in your tracks as you recognized Bucky sitting on the couch with a tablet in hand.

You straightened your posture and grabbed more securely the towel around you before you continued forward. His back was to you as you approached and when you rounded the couch to get to your bag, you kept your eyes everywhere but on him.

Your avoidance didn’t stop him from looking at you, though. You felt the weight of his gaze as you moved as quickly as possible to grab your things, practically scurrying away as you refused to meet his eye.

“Bedroom’s yours tonight. I already grabbed my stuff,” he said after you, keeping his eyes on his tablet, willing himself to not turn around to watch you go.

You paused in your retreat only momentarily, debating on whether or not to offer a thank you before you thought better of it and made your way to the room to dress.

Half an hour later you were in your pajamas and if it wasn’t for your stomach growling or the throbbing in your face, you would have happily crashed out.

Instead you got up and walked to the kitchen.

You found Bucky already at the cabinet, eyeing its contents, so you walked to the rickety old fridge instead. You grabbed a cold water and took a drink before holding the bottle to your cheek. The cold felt nice against the soreness. You closed your eyes as you let your head rest against the door of the fridge. You could have fallen asleep right then and there.

Bucky watched you intently from across the way. He knew it’d be better to not say anything, to keep to himself and avoid any more needless interactions with you.

It’d certainly be easier, or so he told himself.

Though when he saw the twitch of your cheek and yet another wince take over your face, he couldn’t stop himself. You obviously needed an ice pack and some pain pills and if you weren’t gonna get it for yourself, well, someone had to.

He left the room to get some things and came back to be met with you looking through cans of food where he had just been standing. He walked over to you, he could tell you felt him behind you but you kept your eyes forward, pretending to be enraptured by the selection of canned food before you.

He reached out his hand, touching your arm as you stilled at the contact. Bucky gently turned you to face him and was surprised when you let him without more than just a questioning brow. He took your hand then and dropped the pills into your palm.

“Sit,” he instructed.

You looked at him a moment before slowly walking to the small table and taking a seat. You eyed the pills he’d handed you and offered a small “thanks” before you swallowed them down with a drink of your water.

His attention was unexpected, but…nice. You weren’t sure you liked it, though. It wasn’t necessary.

The cracking of an ice pack had you turning to face him once again as he presented it to you.

“Thanks, but I’m good,” you said as you denied the pack.

“Your face says otherwise,” he argued as he urged the ice pack to you again.

“Look, if I wanted one, I would’ve grabbed one, okay? Thanks,” you said, bordering on brutish.

He moved toward you with a roll of his eyes, attempting to touch the pack to your cheek. “Stop acting stupid-,” he started before you quickly cut him off.

“Stop acting like you care,” you said harshly, standing from your seat and taking a step back from him, the scraping of the chair along the floor in your rushed movements loud and disruptive. You took a breath, gathering your bearings as you stood there, eyes trained on the floor. “I just, I don’t want the ice pack, okay?” you spoke quietly, sounding almost defeated. You didn’t want to get into this right now, and you especially didn’t want to get into this with him.

You felt guilty.

You deserved that punch.

You deserved this pain and discomfort.

In fact, it was the least you deserved.

You didn’t register him approaching again until he was nearly right in front of you.

Bucky himself wasn’t even sure why he had gotten closer, it wasn’t even a thought as he took the steps toward you, just something he needed to do.

You were stood across from each other, close but not close enough. A feeling that made you want to hide yourself away from him, knowing that though he probably felt much the same, he wouldn’t do or say a thing about it. You had just been about to turn and head straight for the bedroom until his words broke the discomfort.

“I know it hurts,” he spoke softly after the moment of mounting tension.

“Yeah, well,” you shrugged, trying to find the right thing to say, not wanting to make your masochistic choice obvious to him, “I’ll live.”

His eyes were burning into you as he watched you. You only met his gaze for a second before you let your eyes flit away, scared of what he’d be able to see.

“Just sit down,” he said, finally looking away. The annoyance in his voice was clear as he spoke.

You watched him go back to the cabinet and grab two cans of something. Your stomach was in a flurry for more than one reason.

“Mission reports are almost done,” he informed you as he emptied the contents of the cans into the pot on the stove.

“Oh,” you breathed, having almost forgotten about them yourself, “good.”

“So the event was just a cover for Sergey’s funeral?” Bucky asked, apparently needing clarification on the details.

“Yeah. Like we knew, they weren’t at all prepared for a change in leadership. They’re still weak, vulnerable. They didn’t want anyone outside the organization knowing he’d passed until they had a new boss,”

“Which should have been Ar-”

“Yup,” you answered, cutting him off before he could get Artem’s name out completely.

He turned, eyeing you at your abrasiveness. You felt him watch for you a second before he turned back to the stove as you fiddled with your hands at the table.

“You think he really left?” he asked, an edge to his voice he couldn’t hide if he’d wanted to.

You took a moment before you answered, “I hope so. But I don’t know.”

You heard him chortle under his breath at your answer, making you cock your head at his response.

“Seems like there’s a lot you don’t know when it comes to him, huh,” his meaning provoking you into a quick response.

“Mission’s over. And even if it wasn’t, it’d still be none of your fucking business,” you said, wanting to end all talk of Artem.

Bucky scoffed with a shake of his head but let it go.

He walked over with two bowls, putting one down in front of you before he surprised you and took a seat at the table.

You were sure he’d leave you to your own devices once the food was done.

You bit your tongue as you measured your breaths and played with your food as the steam rose from the bowl.

“I’m sorry,” you began, almost a whisper as you spoke, “I-”

“It’s fine,” Bucky cut you off, not offering anything more as he ate his food.

You looked at him before you looked back to your bowl, taking a bite of your own.

The silence between you grew as you sat, eating quietly until you spoke up again.

“Do you know what time we’re cleared to take off tomorrow?”

“Haven’t been cleared yet. Stark said to check in the morning, but we probably won’t be able to leave until sundown.”

Your eyes rounded at the new information. Another day here? You weren’t sure you could take it.

“When did he say that?”

“An hour or so ago.”

“And you’re just telling me now?”

“You’re just now asking,”

“Doesn’t seem like something I should have to ask for an update on,” you argued.

Bucky’s spoon clattered against his bowl as he picked his head up to look at you, exasperated.

There was a palpable silence as you looked at one another.

“So we’re here for at least another full day.

Alone..

You still don’t wanna talk about this?” you broached. Bucky sniffed before clicking his tongue, avoiding your eye now.

“Nothing to talk about,” he responded as he stood from his seat, taking his bowl to the sink and leaving without another word.

A sardonic titter left your lips unbidden.

You sat there, feeling like an idiot once again for even daring to bring it up.

That familiar sinking in your gut was back and you felt sick. And stupid. Pathetic.

Fuck, and now that throbbing in your face was back, accompanied by a throbbing in your head. If you assessed all of your feelings any deeper, you’d be able to identify the stinging in your heart, too.

You stood up and left your bowl where it was, you could clean it in the morning - god knows you’d have the time.

You went to the bathroom to brush your teeth quickly before you planned on crawling into bed and staying there until you were cleared to head home tomorrow.

You rubbed at your eyes threatening to water and refused to cry because of him again.

You were in and out in five minutes. As you opened the bathroom door, you were met with Bucky leaning against the wall, his bag in hand as he waited for his turn.

You staggered a step as his presence caught you off guard. You stared at him a second, sure your eyes were wide and glossy. You wanted to say something, but you weren’t sure what the right words were. He stared back before he eyed the empty bathroom behind you, clearing his throat as he stood up straight.

You stepped out of his way as he moved past you to walk in and then you just stood there a moment as you tried to think of what you wanted to say.

The sound of the door closing behind him broke you out of your stupor as you blinked and you slowly walked to the bedroom.

You sat on the bed, mind still trying to formulate how you wanted to approach him and what exactly you felt you needed to say.

Minutes passed. You heard the rushing of water through the old pipes - on and then off again after some time.

You still weren’t sure what to say. But you needed to say something.

You got up and softly walked back over to the bathroom, building some kind of nerve as you got closer and closer to the door until it suddenly opened and froze you in your path.

Your eyes met a shirtless Bucky with his sweats sitting quite low on his hips.

He raised a brow at you, “Have you just been standing out here the whole time?” he questioned.

You swallowed the lump in your throat before you shook your head and stood up straighter.

Your mouth opened and closed before you took a deep breath and met his eye once again. You couldn’t pretend you didn’t see the look of stress on his face as he watched you, a flurry of what you thought might be impatience was growing as he waited for you to finally speak.

You didn’t have the words right in your mind, so when you spoke, you really just blurted out the only thing you had straight.

“We’re soulmates.”

It was a fact that you were stating. You watched him as you took a breath before continuing on, still not exactly sure what you were saying, but you trusted you’d catch up to your mouth eventually.

“We are soulmates. I know you know that. And I- I know you don’t care,” you took a breath before you swallowed hard, “but I..just, uh, I needed to say it. Out loud. To hear it. Because honestly,” you tittered, “it was kind of starting to make me feel a bit crazy, the way we just keep.. Burying it. Pretending it’s not real.. or true, or…” you shook your head, clearing your nerves and thinking, feeling more clearly now as you gazed into the blue tempests Bucky’s eyes held. Not so much anger, but a storm was raging nonetheless. That didn’t stop you, though. If anything it helped you realize what it was you truly needed to say to him right now. “It’s not just gonna go away, you know. And I get it, you’ve made it clear that you don’t want this, you don’t want me, so, whatever.. But I just - I needed to say it and acknowledge it. And you can go back to ignoring my existence after this but can you just.. Please, can you just acknowledge it?”

You stood there for what felt like an eternity, just staring at each other, but it couldn’t have been more than a second or two. He looked almost pained as he watched you, conflicted.

You waited with baited breath for him to say something, anything.

You weren’t sure why you did it, but you took a small step toward him - some unconscious need to be closer you didn’t even truly recognize until he took a step closer to you. And then another step, and another until you were backed up against the wall of the hallway as he stood before you. You noted your change of breathing as you watched his chest moving up and down, nearly in sync with yours.

Slowly, you lifted your eyes to his. You were entirely unsure of what was happening, but at the same time, you knew exactly what you were feeling. And you were sure he felt it, too.

Your eyes fell to his lips as he somehow got even closer to you, your bodies pressed against one another now. His right hand came up to your face, gently holding your cheek as he stared down at you, his lips parting as he leaned down slowly before he tilted your face up just a touch, allowing his lips to brush along yours, feather light, but electric as your skin prickled and you let your eyelids flutter shut.

His hold on your face tightened just a bit and you winced at the pressure on your bruise.

“Sorry,” he breathed as he lightened his touch, his forehead pressing to yours. You shook your head and raised your hands to hold his face in turn, not wanting him to back away. Not wanting this to end.

You were unclear on how exactly you got here, but it felt right. It felt good.

You pulled him to you and pressed your lips to his, kissing him softly, smiling at the minty taste of him as he pressed his tongue to your lips. You obliged him, parting your lips and allowing him access to your mouth as he took his time savoring you, his body pressing closer still as you were flush to the wall behind you.

His left hand fell to your waist before he gripped your hip and brought you closer to him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you deepened the kiss, so caught up in the dizzying feeling of his lips on yours, you almost didn’t register the moment he lifted you off your feet, his large hands under your thick thighs, bringing your legs around his waist as he proceeded to walk with you down the hall and into the open bedroom.

There wasn’t much thinking anymore, both of you moving out of pure instinct, running on your desire and longing for one another.

Bucky laid you gently on the bed after breaking the kiss and allowing you to get in a much needed breath.

He pulled his sweats down and rid himself of his underwear while your heated stare stayed on him.

When he met your eyes again, you were amazed at how darkened his gaze was. Unadulterated lust swirling in the torrent blues of his stare, your throat went dry at the sight of him.

He got onto the bed, his movements measured as he crawled on top of you, no words exchanged as you laid further down on the mattress the closer he got. Only the sounds of your breathing and the soft squeaking of the bed could be heard in the quiet of the cabin.

As Bucky’s face was mere inches away from yours, you startled at the feeling of him pulling your shorts down, your hands flying to stop him.

“Wait,” you rushed out as his eyes flicked to yours, his brows furrowed in concern at your sudden change in demeanor. “I just, uhm,” you took a breath, “it’s - it’s been.. A while,” you spoke softly, trying not to let the embarrassment you were feeling slip through your words - though you knew you’d failed as Bucky’s gaze softened, relief flashing over his features as he let his forehead drop to yours. He took your lips in his again as he kissed you gently.

“We’ll go slow,” he assured you as you melted under him. “I’ll take care of you,” he breathed the promise on your lips.

You nodded and let his hands go. Your eyes fell shut as his touch lingered from your hips down your thighs as he pulled your shorts off. You lifted your hips to help him before you sat up a bit, considering yourself a moment before deciding to remove your tank top. Then slowly undoing your bra.

You relaxed back down, now completely bare to each other and were caught off guard by Bucky lowering his head to your tummy, crawling down your body, his lips lingering from down your waist, along your stomach and then on your hip as you sighed, reveling in his affection. He worked his way closer and closer to your sex as you watched him intently until a shuddered gasp left you when his lips brushed over your sensitive clit.

You reached for a pillow to push under you - the urge to lax into the bed not stronger than your desire to watch Bucky as he explored you with his tongue.

You were captivated by his attention, you couldn’t tear your eyes away. The sight of his head between your legs, his strong hold on your thighs tightening with every twitch you gave as his tongue delved between your folds, drinking you in.

Your breathing was ragged as Bucky worked you over torturously slow now, taking his time before he slowly eased one thick finger into your wet and waiting hole - pumping the digit in and out of you as his tongue flicked over your clit incessantly. When he inserted another finger, you let out a sharp moan at the unexpected stretch as he worked you open for him.

The moment his icy blue eyes flicked up to meet your heady gaze, you nearly whimpered at the intensity - not of just his stare, but of everything he was putting you through, everything he was making you feel.

Despite how quick of a turn the night had taken, none of it felt rushed. Bucky really was taking his time with you, noticing every twitch of your thigh under his touch, each time your velvety walls tightened around his fingers, every moan and cry that fell from your perfect lips like an angel’s song to him.

He didn’t ever want to stop hearing those noises. And when he saw the look of pure blissed out pleasure on your face as you watched him take you apart, in that moment he wanted nothing more than to make sure you were always this taken care of.

He’d give you anything you asked for so long as it’d keep you this happy.

This is what you deserved. Pleasure and happiness and complete devotion - and he wanted to be the one to give it to you.

This is what he wanted.

You.

Bucky’s metal hand tightened around your thigh, desperate to feel as much of you as he could while he lost himself in the little heaven he’d found between your legs, your full attention on him and him alone.

Your back arched off the bed as you chased his touch, wanting more, wanting him closer. Breathy mewls leaving you as the salacious sounds of Bucky’s fingers pumping in and out of you meshed with the wet sounds of his mouth on your sex.

A tentative hand reached for his hair, your fingers threading through the damp strands before you tightened your hold a bit, gripping his hair as you urged him on.

You weren’t expecting the deep growl that emanated from him, sending chills through you - the vibrations along your cunt coaxing a whimpered moan from your throat as your eyes screwed shut. You tugged at his hair again before raking your nails along his scalp lightly, stroking his hair as he removed his fingers from you and readjusted his hold on either thigh, pulling you closer to him, delving ever deeper with his skilled tongue before moving to fuck you gently again with his hand. You were close, so fucking close.

Bucky’s tongue was firm against your clit, massaging it as he moved his fingers inside you rhythmically. Another pathetic mewl fell from you as you took a strangled breath, you couldn’t hold it back any longer, not that he wanted you to. Your toes curled as your legs shook from the orgasm that overtook you as you held Bucky closer, his name falling like a prayer from your lips as he refused to let up, your walls clenching down on his fingers as he worked you through the intensity of your climax.

Your thighs threatened to close around his head, but his strong arms kept you open to him as he lapped up everything you had to offer him before he slowly pulled himself off of you.

Your breathing was still quickened as you tried to come down from the high he’d given you, half lidded eyes looking on as he licked his wet, plump lips, his chin glistening with your juices as his large hands smoothed up your plush thighs. The corners of his lips upturned in a smile as he noted the way your body reacted to his touch, and then saw the look of satisfaction mingled with anticipation for more on your pretty face as you watched him.

His head fell to your chest as he crawled up your body, trailing kisses along your skin, up the column of your neck and across your cheek, gently, before he pressed his lips to yours. You moaned at the taste of yourself still on his tongue as you wound your fingers in his hair and pulled him down on top of you fully.

You could feel the length of him against you, hot and hard.

Bucky looked at you a moment, his lips soft and parted as he breathed a little harder, his eyes heavy as he gently took your face in his hands, his thumbs tracing over your skin before he leaned in and kissed you - deeper than he’d kissed you before, less restraint as your teeth clicked against one another’s, your tongue swirling around his before he pulled away.

His forehead pressed against yours as he took a breath, “You okay?” he asked softly as he let his hands fall and trail down your body.

“Yeah,” you breathed, “yes, yeah, I-,” you shook your head lightly, “you’re…amazing.”

Bucky breathed a laugh, smiling as he nodded before placing a kiss on your lips, “Good.”

His head was nuzzled in your neck where he left kiss after kiss along your skin while you wrapped your legs around him, your fingers playing in his hair as you sighed at the slight respite.

“Bucky,” you moaned breathily.

Your pussy ached as you felt his cock twitch against you at the sound of his name falling from your lips.

He kissed down your neck and along your chest as his hands fondled your breasts, your nipples hardening under his touch. He took one into his mouth as he sucked on you, the stirring in your cunt growing tenfold under his attention, his hand squeezing your breast before he did the same to the other.

Bucky buried his face between your tits, his hands full as he kneaded them, lightly nipping and sucking, leaving kisses all over your chest as you whined and moaned beneath him, your fingers gripping his hair and emboldening him as you both got lost in the heat of your desire. He wanted to touch you, to feel every inch of your perfect body, to kiss every bit of you he possibly could. But he was getting too ahead of himself. Slow. He needed to go slow.

He pulled away from you, holding himself above you as he panted. “Fuck,” he breathed on an exhale as he gazed down at you. You just looked at one another for a moment, nothing to be said, but so much being told.

“You’re beautiful,” he praised softly, the sincerity in his voice causing your heart to ache as you carded your fingers through his hair.

“I need you,” you nearly whispered as you held his eye, his understanding evident.

His gaze wasn’t so icy now - in fact, it was warm as he caressed you, his touch cool on your heated skin.

Bucky reached between you, gripping his cock as he lined himself up to your slick entrance. He was looking into your eyes as he guided himself into you. Your lips parted on an “o” as he stretched you out. He was a lot to take, but having been prepped, your pussy wet and wanting, the burn soon fading into something more pleasurable as he pushed further into you with a groan.

You lost yourself in his heavy gaze, his eyes were dark with need, but you could see the tenderness in the way he looked at you, too. You could feel it in his touch and you were like puddy in his hands.

When he was fully seated inside you, your warm walls tight around his thick shaft, Bucky began rocking into you at a slow and sensual pace, his heavy breaths and moans in your ear as he fucked you - deep strokes, making sure you felt every inch of him.

Your eyes shut as you took a stuttered breath - the feeling of him inside you overwhelming. You felt his lips press against your temple as he rubbed your hip soothingly.

Everything felt so surreal. You’d never imagined Bucky’d be so soft, so gentle. All of his focus was on you and you’d never be able to describe how perfect it felt being seen by him, being loved by him.

In your wildest dreams, you could have never imagined a soulmate connection to be this deep, this strong. You weren’t sure how you handled it before, either of you. Because this, this is impossible to deny. You moved perfectly together, you fit perfectly together. You just made sense.

Everything made sense now.

You hands were on Bucky’s back, urging him closer as he picked up his pace a bit, the sweet noises emanating from him only turning you on more as your pussy clenched around him - a moan of his name met with a pained groan in turn.

You hiked your leg around his waist as he leaned further into you, his weight on you making you feel warm - safe and comforted beneath his strong body as you gave yourself to him and he gave his all to you.

His grip on your thigh as he held you open for him only added to your delight.

As Bucky leaned over you, you pulled him down and crashed your lips into his. When he pulled away, he didn’t go far, his lips just barely apart from yours as you breathed in each other’s air. Your eyes were locked on his as he sent the bed frame thumping against the wall with his every thrust, the sound of his hips slapping against yours filling the air as you held onto one another.

He kissed you again and you felt yourself edging closer and closer to your next climax, that coil in your lower belly tightening as Bucky’s cock was hitting just the right spots, over and over again making you whimper as you began to plead with him.

“Right there, Bucky,” you praised as your eyes screwed shut. “Oh, fuck,” the curse was a mere whisper under your breath.

“Does it feel good, sweetheart?” his voice husky through his tight throat.

“Yes,” you eked out, “yes, feels so good. You feel so good,” you cried. “I’m so close, Bucky, I’m gonna come, please, please,” you started to beg as the feeling of him began to be too much for you to handle. You felt like you were on the verge of combustion.

“I know, baby, I know,” he hushed you before his lips collided with yours, your cries muffled against his lips as he brought his hand to your clit, swirling tight circles over your bud, leading you to shatter beneath him in mere seconds.

Bucky’s forehead pressed to yours as you felt a stray tear slip from your eye, the orgasm intense and seemingly never ending as he worked you through it.

“Doin’ so good, doll. Feel fuckin’ perfect around me, baby. You’re so goddamn perfect,” his voice strained as he cooed at you. “And you’re mine. Aren’t you?” he prompted.

You nodded your head at him desperately, “‘M yours, Bucky. I’m yours,” you insisted, your voice straining but earnest.

He was looking at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered, soft reassurances spilling from his lips as he continued fucking you.

Soon he was a mess of grunts and moans he couldn’t hold back any longer as your walls gripped his cock tightly. “Fuck,” he choked out.

You watched as his face screwed up in pleasure as he let out a cry of his own, his orgasm ripping through him while he emptied himself inside of you, his hold on you tight as ever as he thrust into you once, twice more - holding himself against you for a moment before carefully pulling out.

Your leg slipped down as he gently let you go, his breathing harder than your own as he started to come down.

He rolled off of you as he caught his breath before he turned his head to look at you. You were already staring over at him longingly when he met your eye. You shared a delicate, almost shy smile before he pulled you into him easily, his arms wrapping around you as you nuzzled into him.

Feeling his spend between your thighs, you realized you should probably clean up before you fell asleep, pulling away from him as he looked at you questioningly.

“Bathroom,” you said softly with a kiss to his cheek as you got up.

It occurred to you as you cleaned yourself off that you and Bucky still needed to talk about everything. You honestly felt on top of the world right now, you couldn’t remember a time when you’d felt so content, so complete. And that was all Bucky. In this moment, you felt truly happy. You smiled softly at yourself in the mirror, lifting a hand to touch your cheek where you still felt Bucky’s touch.

The conversation may be a little heavy, you knew that, but you’d both be better for it. As you reentered the bedroom, though, you found Bucky already under the covers, soft snores escaping him as he slept. You scoffed lightly at the sight of him, shaking your head as you approached the bed to crawl in on the other side.

You couldn’t really blame him for passing out so quickly, you were exhausted, too.

Your talk could wait until tomorrow, you conceded. As good as things felt right now, you knew you’d feel even better once you had everything hashed out with Bucky, and you were both finally on the same page with the same understanding.

As you settled in the bed, Bucky’s metal arm reached out for you, pulling you back into him as you laughed softly at his sleepy need for you. You cuddled into him under the blankets. Peacefulness was never a feeling you experienced often, always so fleeting to you, but right here as you laid in Bucky’s arms, it was the perfect word to describe how you felt.

This was good. No, this was perfect. How could you ever want for more when you had all of this love, when you felt this whole - this happy.

You let yourself relax into Bucky as your eyes fluttered shut.

No way it could get better than this.

[spideyyboiirecs]

Bucky Barnes Reblogs

A masterlist of my fav Bucky Barnes Fics 

SERIES

A Maidens Tale 18+ @world-of-aus

pairing: Mob!Bucky x Dolores, Mob!Bucky x Maid!Reader 

The Truth Will Set You Free @angstysebfan

pairing: Bucky x Female Reader, Thor x Reader

Bad Decisions 18+ @syntheticavenger

pairing: Mob Boss Bucky Barnes x Right Hand Female Reader

Monster In Law 18+ @holylulusworld

pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Chubby Bee 18+ @holylulusworld

pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Plus-size!Reader 

The Annoying Guy @holylulusworld

pairing: OFC x fem!Reader, Biker!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Every Other Day 18+ @holylulusworld

pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Teacher!Reader

Mr Grumpy and His Ex-mate @holylulusworld

pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader 

Rebound 18+ @holylulusworld

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader 

Unwilling Bride @holylulusworld​

pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barney’s x fem!Reader 

Howlin’ For You @invisibleanonymousmonsters

pairing: Biker!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Her soft animal 18+ @kinanabinks

paring: Dark Bucky x Reader

The Penthouse 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: Multiple Characters x Reader

Two Thousand, Five Hundred and sixty nine 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: frat!bucky x best friend!reader

Relax 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: Nerd!Frat!Bucky x Reader

Best Friend 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: Mob!Bucky x Best Friend!Reader

ONESHOTS

As In The Mother, So Is Her Daughter @suitk0via

pairing: Dad!Bucky x Reader

His Little Play Thing 18+ @bucky-barnes-diaries

pairing: Stepdad!Bucky Barnes x Stepdaughter!Reader

It All Belongs To You 18+ @angrythingstarlight

pairing: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader 

Rescuing Alpine @angrythingstarlight

pairing: Bucky x Reader. Alpine 

Top Of His List @angrythingstarlight

pairing: Mafia Bucky x Reader 

Don’t Make Me Wait 18+ @angrythingstarlight

pairing: 

Thin Ice 18+ @angrythingstarlight

pairing: 

Say The Word and It’s Yours 18+ @angrythingstarlight​

pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader 

Cruel 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: Mob!Bucky x Best friend!Reader

How You Love Me 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: Mob!Bucky x Best friend!Reader

Something Blue 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: Mob!Bucky x Best friend!Reader

Separation Anxiety 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: Semi-dark!fratbucky x best friend!reader

Clingy As Fuck 18+ @kinanabinks 

pairing: Mob!Bucky x Best friend!Reader 

Constant 18+ @kinanabinks 

pairing: Mob!Bucky x Best friend!Reader

His Girls 18+ @kinanabinks 

paring: Nat x Reader x Bucky 

The Sound Of Love 18+ @kinanabinks 

pairing: Bucky x Partly Deaf!Avenger!Reader

Tug Of War 18+ @kinanabinks 

pairing: Mob!Bucky x Best Friend!Reader, Ex!Pietro x Reader 

The Only One @kinanabinks 

pairing: Ex!Bucky x Reader 

Obedient 18+ @holylulusworld

Pairing: Alpha!Mobster!Bucky x Omega!Reader 

Two Souls @holylulusworld

pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader;Alpha!Winter Soldier x Omega!Reader

Stumble @holylulusworld​

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

I Have A Feeling This Was A Trap 18+ @scarletsoldat​

pairing: Beefy!dom!Bucky x Shy!sub!Reader x Roommate!dom!Wanda 

Mr Grumpy Man 18+ @idy-ll-ique​

pairing: Mob Boss!Bucky x F!Reader

STUCKY: 

BackStage Pass 18+ @luxeavenger​

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Female!Reader 

Their Surrogate 18+ @gotnofucks

pairings: Dark!Steve x Reader, Dark!Bucky x Reader

Theirs To Keep 18+ @holylulusworld

pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Reader x Mobster!Steve

Your Doll 18+ @kaiparker-avengerssmut

pairing: steve rogers x bucky barnes x f!stark!reader

Method Acting 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: frat!steve x reader x frat!bucky

[nicestgirlonline]

oooooo lawyer!bucky and Deep, Dark and Dangerous - dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader 👀 i would LOVE to know more!

OK so Deep Dark and Dangerous was supposed to be my summerween fic for Witchywithwhiskey’s event but i’m the worst at deadlines 😭

Reader with a group of not so great friends go up to a cabin in the woods for summer break. Only to discover there’s very grumpy neighbor living on the lake that wants them gone. Bucky lives out there in isolation for a reason, he doesn’t need noisy co-ed’s pulling dangerous stunts on his lake! They say there’s a monster that lives deep in the lake…

Now Lawyer!Bucky is completely dependent on his personal assistant, so much so that he has to take her along on his very expensive business trips! While the reader is all business, Bucky wants to enjoy his travel.

here’s a unedited sneak peak of Lawyer!Bucky it has no title yet but I’ll work on it

“um? Sir?” You asked, looking around the luxurious hotel room. Bucky had taken off his jacket and tossed his brief case down onto a large desk with golden stationary.

“What?” he asked not looking as he got his work situated.

“Where am I staying on this trip?” You asked, regripping your bag that had been glued to your side since the tarmac. He had only been given one key card from the front desk when the two of you were escorted up to the penthouse.

“Here? I don’t have time for playing 20 questions”

“But there’s only one bed.” The king size bed had a dark blue canopy drapping the sides and sat on a palatial platform corner of the room.

Bucky froze over his papers, he looked up at you, his face stony, serious. You blinked back, suddenly feeling like you’d said something very wrong. 

“This is a very spacious room and all, I can stay on the couch I guess?” The chez lounge looked like it could maybe fit you, or the plus couch by the television might suffice.

He broke into a warm smile standing up smoothly, all tensions from his body gone. 

“No, no don’t be ridiculous.” He pulled a card key out of his jacket and walked you over to what you had assumed was a closet door. He swiped the card quickly and opened the door. Gesturing for you to enter. Inside was a modest room, honestly the type of suite you’d have assumed you would stay in. A bed, a night stand, a desk and a bathroom. 

“Conjoined rooms. After all we are going to be working very late hours, wouldn’t want you wandering the halls alone at night.”

“Oh…of course. Great.” You grabbed your luggage and made your way into your room, happy to get some down time before the big meeting. 

“Dinner at seven?” Bucky asked, slipping the card key back into his pocket, leaning against the door frame.

“I thought the client dinner was tomorrow?” You frowned, you’d gone over the itinerary as many times as you could on the plan to be fully prepared. 

“I just thought if you didn’t have any plans, we could check out one of the restaurants in town, since the boss is paying after all.” He gave a wink gesturing to himself as the boss. You hoped your face didn’t reveal how tired you felt. Spending even more time around work felt like it would break you in half.

“I was thinking of just getting room service tonight…” Looking a bit closer at your humble accommodations you realized there was no other door besides the one leading back into Mr Barnes room. Was that not a fire hazard? 

“Even better! We’ll get some room service and pay per view tonight before going over the briefs for tomorrow.” He smiled. You nodded, not sure how exactly to say. “I’ll go grab the menus, you get settled.”

As soon as the door closed you let out a huge sigh. Finally alone. You flopped onto the bed. It was springy and soft. You closed your eyes and you took in the quiet. It was going to be a hard week coming up. You were already so stressed about all of the work you’d had to prepare for this. It didn’t help that your boss was really treating this like a vacation and not a work trip. 

You hung up the garment bags in the closet and put the rest of your luggage away. You brought your toiletries into the bathroom. You put your makeup and skincare on the counter. You realized that there was no shower…

You headed back over to Mr. Barnes room, this was ridiculous. You could stay in a closet but you needed to be able to clean yourself!

Bucky had taken off his tie and rolled up his sleeves to his elbows. He was lounging on the couch, flipping through the book of services. 

“You got to take a look at this. There’s all sorts of stuff you can get right up to the room. Massages, facials, yoga lessons --”

“Mr. Barnes, I think we are going to need to change rooms.”

[the-vex-archives]

Marvel Masterlist (2024)

General

Fics

"Family of Badasses" Part 2

@fanficimagery

The Sons of Anarchy are in for a surprise when Jax's missing sister comes home.

Oneshots

"Double shit."

@fanficimagery

Imagine being an Avenger, but also a secret part-time Victoria's Secret model which none of the Avengers- with the exception of Natasha- know about. At least not until there's a mission during one of your fashion shows and you have to hurry back to HQ.

"Breaking Free"

@fanficimagery

Imagine being something that HYDRA had no idea what they helped create. Thor recognizes you for what you are and takes you to Asgard to learn. Now.. imagine breaking free.

"Surprise! It’s a Girl." ( Harry Potter Crossover )

@fanficimagery

Imagine finding out you're not who you've been led to believe you are. You're not Y/N Y/L/N; you're Y/N Potter. But one particular wizard was against you reuniting with your little brother when you found out just who he was. In the end, you're determined to see him even if it means fighting in a war where a Dark Lord would see your brother dead.

"When World’s Collide" ( Marvel Crossover )

@fanficimagery

Imagine leaving New York behind after a messy breakup, only to return five years later. Your old friends are happy, if a little nervous for any possible drama, but everything turns out well when they realize you're doing very well for yourself.

"I’m Not Responsible For My Face"

@chloe-skywalker

“I can’t be held responsible for what my face does when you talk.”

Miguel O'Hara

Fics

"What's In Between" Part 2

@ghost-with-a-teacup

Everyone at HQ was convinced there was something going on between you and Miguel. Just…no one knew what. But one group of spiders were determined to figure it out.

"Web of Secrets" Part 2 Part 3 Final Part

@liliacamethyst

No summary provided

"The Way Things Are Supposed To Be." Part 2

@bubblebbg

To him, you're one of those people that deserves better, deserves the best. Today especially, that's what you should be getting. If Miguel could, he'd hand you worlds on a silver platter. But he can't. Not with your boyfriend around to stop him.

Oneshots

"In-person Assistant"

@devilfic

No summary provided

"Work Mom"

@anangelwhodidntfall

you constantly doted on miles, causing you to earn the title of “work mom.” but… does that make miguel his dad in this scenario?

"Just A Man" 18+

@cherryredstars

Who is he to deny good sex?

James "Bucky" Barnes

Fics

"Heritage" Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Final Part ( x Rogers! Reader )

@invisibleanonymousmonsters

Steve Rogers wakes up in the 21st century to learn that he missed more than he could ever realize.

Oneshots

"Personal Pillow"

@mrsbarnesblog

You confront avengers when they start teasing Bucky about being too soft.

"Silent Girl + The Winter Soldier"

@kinanabinks

After a traumatizing event, you aren’t the friendliest or most talkative of people. Bucky understands, and in turn becomes the one person you soften your hard exterior for.

"My Everything"

@mrsbarnesblog

The last thing that Bucky ever expected to see was the love of his life from the past trapped in one of the Hydra bunkers in the cryofreeze chamber. Yet here he was almost two days later, staring at your still unconscious body through the window at the medical wing, imagining the horror and disgust on your face when you found out that he was no longer the innocent and happy boy you knew before.

Natasha Romanoff

Oneshots

"Mommy, Sorry, Mommy" ( x Plus Size! Reader )

@hannibals-favourite-meal

Sleep deprivation and a very attractive assassin do not mix

Steve Roger

Fics

"Heritage" Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Final Part ( x Granddaughter! Reader )

@invisibleanonymousmonsters

Steve Rogers wakes up in the 21st century to learn that he missed more than he could ever realize.

Oneshots

"Local Asgardian"

@fanficimagery

Imagine being sister to Thor. Having fled your home after your mother's death, you went on a mission to find yourself. Then landing in Midgard, you lead a life of normalcy. That is until you fall for one of Midgard's Mightiest Heroes. He can only keep his secret for so long, but yours, on the other hand.. you're going to keep it as long as possible.

"Chaperone"

@fanficimagery

Imagine chaperoning your little brother on a field trip of his, only to end up chatting with Captain America.

Matt Murdock

Oneshots

"My Roommate, the Devil"

@fanficimagery

The Snap is a terrible, terrible thing, but for you it's a blessing. Your abusive boyfriend vanishes along with half the world and you try your best to start over in the new world. But then everyone comes back, including the man whose apartment you now live in.

Thor Odinson

Oneshost

"Newest Recruit"

@fanficimagery

Imagine being a recruit in training at the new Avenger HQ. Thor drops in for a visit and almost immediately there's an attraction.

Peter Parker

Oneshots

"Bad Moon Rising" ( x Werewolf! Reader )

@fanficimagery

Growing up, you and Peter Parker were inseparable. Still are, in fact, so he's the only person who knows your secret. But being friends with Avengers, said secret was bound to be aired out.

Brock Rumlow

Oneshots

"Agent Rumlow." ( Undercover Shield! Rumlow AU )

@fanficimagery

Imagine your sister having you move in with her after the last of your family has passed away. Living with superheros and agents never ever crossed your mind, but here you are. Fortunately for you, your sister's boyfriend grants you your own personal floor which no one visits less they've talked to you beforehand.

Loki Laufeyson

Oneshots

"‘Tis the Season"

@fanficimagery

When an incident takes place between you and a team member, the argument afterwards leads to you quitting the Avengers. You're sad to go, but you're excited for your new adventure.

"As a last resort" ( Loki Wins AU )

@sserpente

The hero shows up at the villain’s doorstep one night. They’re shivering, bleeding, scared. There’s also a slightly dazed look in their eyes--they were drugged. They look like they were assaulted. Looking up at the villain, swaying slightly as they’re close to passing out, they mumble: “…didn’t know where else to go…”, then collapse into the villain’s arms.

[mutual-monsters]

just know i'm not the sinister type

Pairing: Soft!Dark!Bucky x afab!gn!reader

TW: stalking, creepy behavior, dark fic, masturbation (m), panty stealing, kidnapping, slight dumbification, implied noncon/dubcon (but not explicitly written), blink and you’ll miss it breeding kink, me assuming reader’s favorite food (aka me inserting my beloved tortellini), the so-called “fic” being shitty and a product of sleep deprivation

MINORS DNI !!! 🔞

Summary: Maybe the reader’s roommate isn’t the nice guy he claims to be.

Word count: 779

A/N: This is pretty dark, and I just want to say that I do not condone any of this behavior. This fic is mostly self-indulgent, so please take it with a grain of salt.

@mulberrybeat beta read for me like the king he is (even tho he has no good fucking clue who Bucky is)

It is also (mildly) based on a song called Mx. Sinister by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Tagging a few who may be interested: @strwbrrybucky @bonky-n-steeb @becca-e-barnes (feel free to ignore!)

Finding a place to stay in NYC is not easy; that’s why you were lucky to find Bucky. He had been offering up a room in his Brooklyn apartment for a very small amount of rent, and the broke college student in you just jumped at the offer. What could go wrong?

Bucky Barnes, your roommate, was an odd fellow to say the least, but he kept to himself. Rarely, if ever, did you find yourself crossing his path, and even then he seemed to be on the shy side. Even after living in his apartment for several months you had no clue what exactly he did for a living and where he went when he left your shared flat, but he kept tidy, so you couldn't complain.

For him, his obsession started on day one. He tried to be subtle, finding that avoiding you meant avoiding his growing feelings of need, but deep down he knew all along why he had placed that ad.

At first, it started small. He’d wait until you were gone (off to class or out with your mates) and then rummage through your things, taking a few souvenirs back with him. Surely you wouldn’t miss a few pairs of your underwear. But then, he just couldn’t help himself– it became too regular. He’d sneak in while you were gone and stroke his cock, moaning your name, burying his face into your pillow, and, eventually, cumming with a broken cry. Not long after, he’d begun creeping in whilst you slept, snapping photos of you, sometimes just watching you sleep.

He didn’t think it was wrong to steal your panties or take your picture, after all, they were just trophies to him, but after a while that became the problem– they weren’t enough. He wasn’t cumming like he did that first time. He needed more. He needed you.

One night you come after classes, exhausted. He, conveniently, has just finished making dinner and offers you a plate (how could you refuse?). Tortellini. Your favorite. You eat with him. He’s talkative. You try to hold a conversation, but you’re tired, so tired. Were you this tired when you came home? You want to get up. You want to go to bed. You can’t seem to move. Why is he smiling? Why is it turning dark?

Waking up, you are in an entirely different place. A cabin, furnished cozily, with a narrow window on the wall to your right. Wherever you are, it’s not New York. The snow outside is coming down, and it’s coming down heavy. You are bound to the bed, but not by chains or cuffs, by some sort of knotted up silk, or perhaps even satin. Bucky is nowhere to be seen.

A door slam.

“Hi, doll.” He’s just beaming.

You whimper in return.

“Aw, baby, what is it? Is it your head?” He asks, a hint of mockery in his tone.

You shake your head and he smirks.

“I’ve got just the thing– stay right there.”

He returns with a glass of water and a pill. Reluctantly, you take it.

“Give it a minute to kick in, angel.”

Panic is setting in with you. The pet names, the smugness, the overall dynamic is too much. You struggle against your restraints, angering your captor.

“That wasn’t very nice, doll. I’m gonna give you another chance. Now, are you gonna be a good doll for me, or am I gonna have to keep you tied up like this forever?”

You gulp. Is there any real way to answer that?

“That's what I thought.”

He presses a gentle, but firm kiss to your forehead.

“I know this is hard for you, angel. I promise it’ll all get better in time. We’ll get through this together. I love you.”

You know he’s telling the truth, but Goddamn does it hurt.

Eventually, he trusts you to be let loose. All the doors are locked, the windows are sealed, you are deserted in the woods and no one is around. You don’t even know if you are even still in the U.S.

Bucky’s affection never ceases. He clings to you unabashedly, showering you in kisses and cuddles constantly. You are smothered. He called it devotion.

He tells you over and over again that he aims to please you, he will do anything, he just won’t let you go. He’s given you everything, he says. A home, his love, and after a few months in the cabin, his babies. Did you want all of this? Irrelevant. He calls it love. He calls it building a family. This is your life now.

At least he’s not the sinister type.

[frostironfudge]

Won't Let You Shatter - Bucky Barnes (smut)

Summary: A hard day has you wanting to give over control, Bucky's right there to take over, he's hold you and won't let you shatter. Part of my This Feeling I've Got (Bucky Barnes AU). This piece can be read as a standalone.

Pairings: FATWS!Bucky Barnes x Plus Sized! Fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, smut, minors dni, bucky comforting the reader, cuddling, fingering, knife kink, hands tied, dom/sub dynamic, bucky calls the reader kitten, praise kink, overstimulation, p in v, slight oral fem receiving, thigh riding, mirror sex. if i've missed anything lmk, enjoy!

Word Count: 2635

Masterlist // AO3 // This Feeling I've Got AU Masterlist

The day was heavy on your shoulders, the tired sigh you let out reached Bucky’s ears before the twist of the lock of the door. His feet carry him over to you, warm arms pull you close. Pulling you into safety, encasing you into peace.

His vibranium fingers, run over your scalp, you relax against him further. When was he able to bring you onto the bed you don’t remember. Bucky does quick work of your shirt buttons, opening it and he lowers your jeans down, as you kick them off.

You push against his own t-shirt, needing to feel him close, needing to have him consume you. He removes the barrier from his skin, pulling you flush against his chest. Your face buried in the crook of his neck. 

Bucky resumes the soft movements upon you. His heart relaxing as the tension eaves your shoulders, you melt against him. 

“Tough day?” He knows not to ask too much too soon, to allow you to process the day and then reach out to him, to pull him into your world. To hold onto him as an anchor, as a lifeline.

You nod, still encased into his warmth, the scent of his body wash and cologne aiding you to latch onto him, to bring yourself out of the dark waters that tried to drown you.

You wanted him to know, wanted to tell him everything. Needed to tell him, but right now all that you wanted was to feel him, be near him. Bask in his presence, thrive in the sunshine that he is to you.

Bucky softly hushes you, the first trace of tears warm but cold against his skin as the weight of you day reveals itself to him wordlessly. 

he rubs his hands along your back, your fingers tighten around his bicep as the break down gets to you.

“I’ve got you, kitten. Let go for me, here to hold you. Won’t let you shatter.” He assures, each word accompanied by a loving touch, accompanied by a kiss to your head, temple, cheek, shoulder. 

You sniffle, palms tracing over his chest as your tears are wiped away by Bucky. He kisses the wet skin of your cheeks, eyes softening as he traces his thumb over your cheekbone. 

“Need you.” You murmur, your breath fans across his palm.

“Kitten,” He wants to be sure, this shouldn’t be something you want to just numb yourself.

“Please.” You look up at him, fresh tears pooling in your eyes, “Need you to take control.” You add.

Bucky nods, pressing a kiss to your lips, it moves from slow and sweet to wanton and needy, your fingers move to tug on his hair, Bucky shifts, above you, pressed against you. 

Your legs wrap around his hips, Bucky groans as you arch against him. 

“Behave, Kitten.” He warns, breaking the kiss and brushing them against your jaw. His stubble brushes against your skin, as he traces kisses to your sternum.

As he sits back, you watch him drink you in, licking his lips. The air around him changes, you watch him plan it out in his mind. 

“Go kneel in front of the mirror, Kitten. Be my good girl.” He instructs, you scramble to comply, kneeling in front of the mirror.

“Good girl,” He praises palm smoothening over your head, you lean into his touch.

“Hands behind you, such a good kitten.” He praises, you whimper as he binds your hands together.

Goosebumps then bloom across your flesh from your shoulders. Left side trailed by his vibranium fingertips and the right carried by the soft gleam of his knife as he cuts into the strap of your bra. 

The material falls forward. Bucky’s lips trace over your collarbone, warmth contrasted by cold as he drags the blade softly across the tops of your breasts. The tip of the blade presses in more when you take a deep breath. He holds it with precision not to pierce your skin. 

Bucky watches as you squirm, the heat of your skin under his, the way the fabric of your panties darkened by your arousal. He felt only slightly bad that he was still wearing his jeans, cock straining hard as little whimpers left your sweet lips. 

The tip of the knife softly scrapes against your skin with each breath you take. Your eyes shift to Bucky, he hums in approval at the way you respond. Then a smirk takes over his features as he thinks you should get some relief.

In a few swift movements your legs are spread further apart, Bucky still remains behind you but you are now perched on his thigh. You close your eyes, breaking the gaze upon yourself and him in the mirror as he contracts his muscle, your hips roll against him.

“Need to be careful, Kitten.” Bucky warns in reminder, knife moves along your neck, then the handle has him titling your head back. Your shoulders retract as he tugs on the rope your hands are tied with, he smirks as he catches your thighs clench around his, aching with need. 

Your vision clouds with his deep azure, eyes hold the lust and power he feels, you want him to wreck you, take you apart then put you back together. 

“Have to pay attention, understood?” He reminds, gripping your hair and turning your gaze back to the the mirror. You watch as he switches hands, left now holding the blade as it is dragged down your back. 

The feel of the metal has you arch, making you moan his name as your hips grind down on his thigh, the material on your panties and his jeans rub deliciously against your clit.

“I know, Kitten. I know.” He affirms, right hand tracing over your thigh, the knife flattens against your lower back, he moves it around, to your side.

“Look at you. Listening to me so well.” Bucky admires your body, soft, needy, skin so beautiful. 

“So fucking beautiful.” He places kisses from your mid back to your shoulder, then up your neck. Altering between open mouth kisses, little bites and leaving his claim in the form of blooming love-bites. 

Bucky admires the way you squirm, trying to stay still, trying to watch him take you apart. 

A soft tear draws your attention, the fabric of your panties torn from one end, the knife traces over your abdomen, circling around your belly button. 

Your stomach contracts and your clit begs for attention.

The fabric meets the same fate on the other side, torn under your wet, aching cunt, and sitting above his thick thigh. 

“Look at you, haven’t touched you yet so wet. Go on grind down on my thigh, I know you want to I know you can do it.”

You bite your lip, gaze lifting from where you sat perched in his thigh to his darkening eyes, you begin to move. Incredibly aware as the knife keeps tracing over you. The binds that tug on your hands, the way Bucky watches you.

You moan, your pace picking up. Bucky keeps his gaze locked with you, his knife cutting into the remaining piece of your bra. It falls to the floor and he admires your breasts bouncing with each rock of your hips. You feel your orgasm looming close, wanting to burn brightly

His fingers trace around your nipple, as does the tip of the knife. You moan, head thrown against his shoulder. Picking up the pace. he rpeats the movements, then switches the knife from one hand to the other, equal attention to each nipple.

Your thighs constrict his, a mess of his name and pleases leaving your lips.

“Go on my sweet, sweet Kitten, cum for me.” he allows and the  coil snaps, you shudder in his grasp, Bucky sets the knife aside and holds you. 

His flesh hand rubs along your inner thighs as the after shocks still run through you. Only after a few moments you realise your bindings are cut through, your hands trace over his, Bucky places a soft kiss to you shoulder.

“How are we feeling, Kitten?” He enquires, soft caresses still upon your flesh.

“Green.” You murmur, he nods. 

“Did so good for me.” He praises as his fingers circle your clit. you grind down against his fingers.

“Hands around me.” He orders, pace increasing, your hips begin to lift from him. Bucky

Your arms encircle around his neck, eyes trained on his fingers, the wet squelch echoing round the room.

“So fucking pretty like this, all spread out for me.” His voice deep and rough, you only moan in response. Bucky watches as you begin to tremble, your orgasm drawing close, your fingers tug on his hair.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky—,” You pant, he repeats your name with equal frevor, asking you to make a mess of his fingers, letting you coat him so he can taste you.

His words and the sight of his mouth parted, starving for you. Stars bloom across your vision as your second orgasm takes over. Your muscles contract jaw slack, Bucky admires you his fingers not leaving your overstimulated clit. 

You try to push back his hands, brain fogging as he coaxes you.

“So good for me, Kitten. You will give me another one before I fill you up, going to fuck you right here.” He whispers, your fingers wrap around his forearms arms. His blue jeans darkened by your arousal, almost mimicking the dark shade of his irises.

Bucky bites his lip as your nails dig into his flesh, leaving tiny crescents in their wake. he can feel each little indent even on his vibranium arm though it won’t carry the proof of your attempt to prevent the over stimulation.

“Look at you, so pretty, so beautiful. You can give me one more right?” He questions, chuckling when you nod, eyes glazed over. 

“You love watching me fuck you, don’t you Kitten?” He questions, his hips move against your lower back, both of you now kneeling, two thick fingers inside you and the cold vibranium against your clit has you beg him.

“Bucky, please, please, please…” you babble, tears forming at the corners of your eyes, every little tremor, every little after shock wrecking through you. 

Your senses numbed, Bucky coaxing everything out of you, holding you as you fall apart for him a third time. Trembling in his grasp. 

“So good to me, so very good for me. Proud of you, Kitten.” he murmurs, now in front of you, his lips peppering kisses over your cheeks, forehead and against your lips. You still tremble, knees wanting to Buckle, Bucky licks his fingers clean as he helps you lay back on the carpet.

His hands roam over you, eyes full of adoration and awe, the way your skin feels in his palms. The way your curves are memorised into his skin. They way he could map out your freckles with his eyes closed. The way he has written words onto your skin. Etched his being onto your heart.

He stands getting rid of his remaining layers of clothing. You watch as his length springs free, tip red and coated with a slight sheen of pre cum.

Bucky settles between your bent knees, cunt still wet and inviting. He places soft kisses to each of your thighs, then over your folds, licking a line upto your clit then sucking on the sensitive nub. 

You preen, hands trying to search for an anchor. Bucky hums at your taste, 

“Did so well for me, Kitten, just want one more from you okay?”  He bargains, thumb running soothing circles over your entrance that send jitters through you.

“Can’t, can’t—,” Your head rolls to the side, Bucky places a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Look at me,” he encourages, a softness as he repeats the request with your name.

“Eyes on me baby, you can do it.” He whispers, your hands move to grip at his biceps. Both of you moan in unison as he sheaths himself in your warmth.

“Fuck so damn, tight and warm.” He groans as you clench around him.

“Such a pretty pussy, taking me so well. Always so good to me, Kitten.” Bucky looks from down to back to your face, eyes closed and scrunched in pleasure. He pulls out, then moves back in, your hips arch, legs wrapping around his waist.

You can’t think of anything, just Bucky consumes every fibre of your being, the feel of his thick, veiny cock inside you the pleasurable stretch. His grunts and moans all because of you. 

You look up at him, his face blissed out, his eyes meet yours and you reach up brushing your lips against his as he picks up the pace. The brush of his happy trail along your clit with each thrust has you mewling, the haziness slowly overtaking you as Bucky unravels another layer, his pace relentless.

His words of praise coaxing you into deeper bliss, he movers your right leg higher, placing it over his shoulder diving deeper into you. His cock keeps hitting the spot that has you trembling at a quicker pace, your legs shake and Bucky smirks, your head thrown back as your cum undone around him, he doesn’t stop fucking you through the orgasm. Putting his weight on his metal hand he brings his flesh hand to your clit, thumb rubbing frantic circles as his hips stutter.

“Fill me up, Bucky please, fuck, you feel so good, so full.” you beg, needing him to be pushed to the brink. 

Even though his pace is relentless and your clit aches with the overstimulation you can’t help actively clenching around his cock wanting to have him fall apart.

Bucky’s moans are one after the other, every clench every arch your body does against him driving him to his brink. 

He knows you need him, he wants to meet you there in the afterglow, your nails scrape down his back, needy begging for more for him, he knows he’s pushing you too far but you’re doing so well.

“Fuck, Kitten, going to fill you up.” he says in warning before his hips still, “i’ve got you, I’ve got you. Let go for me.”

You will your eyes to open as you cum undone once again, you watch as his face contorts into pleasure, mouth open, lips parted pink and kiss bitten. Bucky’s soft hair falls across his forehead, trembling fingers reach out to run your hand through his hair.

A loud moan of your name registers in your mind and Bucky resumes thrusting into you, your hips fall back body exhausted. Bucky stays inside you as he pants, aftershocks running though him.

He meets your gaze then, a smile taking over his features as you look blissed out beneath him, slowly, he pulls out of you. Laying next to you on the carpet, pulling you against him.

You both don’t speak, letting your lingering touches to the job. caresses, lips brushing against heated skin. You sigh contended, Bucky kisses your nose making you giggle.

“How do you feel?” He questions, you intertwine your hand with his left, thumb tracing over his hand. He breathes easier at the contact, the signals letting him feel every small divot and touch.

“Like I’m going to feel you inside me for days.” You hum, “So great.” you grin up at him, Bucky laughs.

“Good, my plan was successful then.” He grins as you reach up to play with his hair, he brushes his nose against yours again.

“Thank you.” You murmur, holding onto his chin, thumb brushing over his stubble. 

“Don’t have to thank me, Kitten. You need me in any way. I’m here for you.” He assures, sealing his words with a soft kiss.

-x-

bucky permanent tags: @slutforsexyseabass

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special tag: @elle14-blog1

[imaginedreamwrite]

Alpha!silverfox!Steve Rogers

Asylum!Steve Rogers and nurse!Reader

Brave New World

Breathe You In

Curtis & Mousey

Jake Jensen & Pretty Girl

Jake Jensen & Princess

Lloyd & Pumpkin

Lycan!Steve Rogers & barista!Reader

Photo ask game drabbles

Silverfox!professor!Ari Levinson & his librarian

Silverfox!Bucky & Sweet Girl

Silverfox!Johnny Storm & Little flame

Silverfox!mechanic!Steve Rogers x nurse!Reader

Silverfox!paramedic!Bucky Barnes & Bambi

Werewolf!Ari Levinson & Sweetpea

Wildest Dreams

Six sentence smut — thick thighs, Stucky x reader

Johnny & Jake & plus-sized reader

Sugar & Spice welcome home Wednesday

Thick thighs save lives take out Tuesday

Mob!Andy & mob!Lloyd

Three reasons why…YAY Steve

Three reasons why…BB&B

Jefferson gets angry and runs off his cat familiar

Colin Shea hockey

Werewolf!Ari sleepy Sunday

Monster match-up orc!Curtis Everett

White werewolf!Bucky Barnes

Lycan!skinny!Steve Rogers

Lucas Lee university soulmate

Bucky and his ex wife (Bucky is an asshole)

Bucky loses Reader (Once Bitten, Twice Shy)

Steve x reader x Natasha (bisexual!reader)

Fae!Stucky find cat!shifter!Reader

Silverfox!Ransom Drysdale meets reader’s child

Silverfox!Nick Fowler

BT Ransom takes his omegas shopping

Chubby!Bucky takes care of Becca while reader’s gone

Demon!Curtis Everett x human!Reader

Death!Bucky Barnes x life!Reader

Demon!Curtis confronts readers ex

Pipsqueak makes a good tray for Nick and the team

Fae!Jefferson and his reader go to a festival

Construction!alpha!Curtis Everett

Nick introduces pipsqueak to his teammates

Silverfox!Nick Fowler

Kitty!Reader is saved and housed by fae!Curtis, her defender when Jefferson comes to collect her

Ceo!Ari meets plus-sized!Reader at her bakery

Alpha!biker!Steve and alpha!biker!Ari meet pregnant!omega!Reader

Chris Evans (rpf) x pregnant!one night stand!Reader

Demon!Curtis teases reader

Here’s Your Perfect (drabble)

Ari is in a rut, Ice Princess has to help him out

Werewolf!Curtis Everett meets his luna!Reader at his work

Soft!dark!Steve Rogers and his wife

Soft!dark!mob!Steve Rogers and his wife

Jake Seresin gets protective

Silverfox!biker!Steve meets Ladybug

Silverfox!cowboy!Curtis meets his bride at the airport

Silverfox!cowboy!Curtis & reader sleep together for the first time

Bucky meets Steve’s assistant (HFY)

Cop!Andy Barber x arrested!Reader — how they meet

A/b/o angst

Silverfox!lawyer!Andy Barber

Silverfox!mob!Steve Rogers

Werepanther!Andy Barber gets set up with human!Reader

Merman!Curtis Everett x nurse!Reader

Silverfox!Steve Rogers x Ladybug

Werewolf!Curtis Everett x human!Reader

Fae!Ransom Drysdale x human!Reader

Silverfox!cowboy!Curtis gives reader a sad goodbye

[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

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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.

[the-queen-of-hell-666]

2022 Kinktober Masterlist

Here is my Kinktober masterlist and what I have planned for you all, my wonderful amazing readers! I hope you like the thigh clenching, panty soaking, jean tightening thrill of smut! I hope you enjoy!

Banners by: @vase-of-lilies​

Key: Fluff; 🌙 // Angst;  👿 // Smut; 🔥 // Dark; 🕸️

Day 1: Massage: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Masseuse!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 2: Biting/Marking: Eddie Munson x Slight!Possessive!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 3: Public Sex: Dark!Lee Bodecker x Dark!Fem!Reader 🔥👿🕸️

Day 4: Degrading: Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Bratty!Fem!Reader 🔥

Day 5: Knife Play: Ghostface!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🔥🕸️👿

Day 6: Omegaverse: Alpha!Wolf Hybrid!Ransom Drysdale x Omega!Human!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 7: Panty Kink: Perv!Eddie Munson x Bestfriend!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 8: Skirts: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Showgirl!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 9: Size Kink: Beefy!Ari Levison x Petite!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 10: Blood Kink: Dark!Steve Kemp x Innocent!Fem!Reader 🔥🕸️

Day 11: Monster Fucking: Loki Laufeyson x Witch!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 12: Anal: Dark!Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Fem!Reader 🔥🕸️👿

Day 13: Choking: Sub!Thor Odinson x Dom!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 14: Phone Sex: Nomad!Steve Rogers x Needy!Fem!Reader 🔥

Day 15: Body Shots: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 16: Fucking Machine: Sub!Ransom Drysdale x Soft!Dom!Fem!Reader 🔥👿🌙

Day 17: Threesome: Steddie x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 18: Cuckolding: Lloyd Hansen x Married!Fem!Reader 🔥👿

Day 19: Bondage: Soft!Dom!Wanda Maximoff x Sub!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 20: Scent Kink: Rockstar!Perv!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 21: Mommy Kink: Dom!Natasha Romanov x Sub!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 22: Dacryphilia: Rockstar!Soft!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 23: Morning Sex: Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 24: Housewife Kink: Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Dark!Wife!Fem!Reader  🔥👿🕸️

Day 25: Praise Kink: Jake Jensen x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 26: Knotting: Alpha!Andy Barber x Omega!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 27: Breeding Kink: Slight!Feral!Ari Levison x Wife!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 28: Thigh Fucking: Eddie Munson x Plus-Sized!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 29: Body Worship: Soft!Wanda Maximoff x Insecure!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥👿

Day 30: Daddy Kink: Bucky Barnes x Jealous!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥👿

Day 31: Age Difference: Uni-Student!Bucky Barnes x Professor!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

Here we are besties, we made it through March! As always please check individual warnings for each fic. You are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog, and the majority tagged, are 18+ only and most of these fics contain adult themes.

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