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daddy | bucky barnes 

summary: quick little smutty blurb ;)

warnings: 18+ only pls (smut, unprotected sex, daddy kink, breeding kink??) cursing, the usual 

pairings: bucky barnes x female reader

You made sure to slip off your heels the second you came through the door. Bucky had already tucked in your little girl and you didn’t want to risk waking her.

You quietly crept up the stairs, stopping at her room door to sneak a peek at your sleeping princess. She was clutching her favorite stuffed animal tightly to her chest as soft snores left her little body. You gave her a soft kiss on her forehead and escaped without waking her.

Your husband was laying in bed scrolling through his phone when you quietly entered your bedroom. “There’s my girl,” he greeted you with an exhausted smile. “Hi Buck, I’m so sorry, the meeting went forever,” you groaned as you tossed your heels towards your closet door. “All good, doll. We had a good lil’ evening here.”

You got ready for bed as Bucky told you all about his evening with your little one. You felt bad you missed out on such a fun evening, knowing Bucky had to leave for a mission soon, you wanted to soak up as much family time as possible but unfortunately your work had other plans.

You climbed in the bed beside Bucky who already had his arms out waiting for you. He pulled you into him and kissed you softly as you two continued talking about your days. You eventually dozed off in his arms but were awoken a few hours later by your little one.

“Mommy, daddy, I had a nightmare!” She cried as she wiped her tears from her eyes. You quickly made room for her in your bed and held her close, whispering it was all okay. She nuzzled in between you and Bucky as you both calmed her down. Her tears eventually gave way to little giggles as Bucky began tickling her. Once her nightmare fears were gone she was ready to go back to her “big girl bed.” You helped her back to her bed and told Bucky to go back to sleep.

Once back in her room, you read her a story to help her fall asleep. Within two pages she was gone as she clutched her stuffed animal similar to earlier. You sat with her for a few minutes, making sure she was okay, and enjoying this moment for you didn’t know how many more times she’d need her mommy during the middle of the night.

The realization hit you hard. The sudden urge to have another baby. It had been building in your mind for a few months now but you didn’t know how Bucky felt. You two had always talked about having a big family but after having your daughter you two hadn’t really discussed it any further. Mostly because Bucky’s job with the avengers had picked up to the point where he’s away for weeks to months at a time on missions. Your career is also equally demanding. You weren’t sure if you two had time for anymore.

You kissed your little one's forehead and went back to bed. Bucky seemed to had fallen back to sleep as you were quiet with your motions to climb back into the bed. You turned to your side and felt his arm tugging you back into him to be his little spoon. “I thought I told you to go back to sleep,” you whisper as he kisses your temple. “I am,” he whispers back, continuing to kiss you down your face. You chuckle at his response and nuzzle into him further. He continues his kissing and you can’t help but let out a little moan as his hot breath fans over your neck.

“Buck,” you croak out. “Yeah, doll?” He asks, you can feel the smirk on his face. “I want another baby,” you whisper.

His movements stop. He pulls his lips from your skin and your eyes dart open as you’re scared of his response. You shift in his arms to look at his face and you can make out a smile upon his scruff-covered face.

“Yeah?” He says. “Yes. I know we’re both so busy and you have the long mission coming u —“ your cut off by a harsh kiss. One that pushes you back down to the pillows as his body hovers over you. Nudging your legs apart so he can settle between them. His tongue explores your mouth as his hands find their way under your shirt and begin massaging your breasts. You moan at the feeling and already feel the ache between your legs.

“Shit, Buck —“ you moan as his lips leave yours and make their way down your neck to your sweet spot. “I’m taking it you want another one too?” You giggle as he pulls back and tosses his shirt to the floor, yours quickly following. “Any chance I can get to fuck a baby into you, I’m going to take it.” He mumbles into your skin as his lips find their way back to your body. He gently takes one of your nipples in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. His hand moves down your body and into your underwear as he continues to use his mouth on your breasts.

His fingers glide through your slick as he toys with your clit. Your back immediately arching off the bed as you bite down on your lip to conceal any pornographic moans that may slip.

“That’s it baby, feels good, yeah? Can’t wait to put another baby in you, fuck, you look so good pregnant, doll.” He groans as he slips two fingers inside of you, your walls already clenching around him.

“Buck, pl-please,” you whimper, as his fingers curl against your spot. “Please what baby? Use your words, cmon,” he teases, nipping at your neck. “F-fuck me. I need your cock, please. Fill me up, daddy.”

The use of the new nickname sets off a fire inside of him as he pulls his fingers from you quickly. You groan at the loss of him but before you can protest he’s pushing his cock in between your folds. “Shit!” You cry out. Bucky quickly places a hand over your mouth, concealing the rest of your moans.

“Shhh, doll, can’t be too loud, be a good girl for daddy and stay quiet.” He mumbles into your ear as he snaps his hips against you. His cock thrusting deep inside of you. Your brain begins to short circuit as Bucky surely fucks a dent into the mattress. You’re a whimper and whining mess as your coil builds.

“Fuck, baby girl, feel so fucking tight around me. I’m going to fill you up so good, you close baby?” and all you can do is nod as you two stare into each other’s eyes. “Cum for me, doll. Cum for daddy.” He teases as your eyes clamp shut and your coil snaps. Your walls tighten around him and he is quick to give in. His warm seed spilling all inside you. He thrusts into you a couple more times, riding out both of your highs. He shushes your moans with a sloppy kiss and stills inside of you for a few seconds.

As you come down from your incredible high, Bucky falls beside you and pulls you back into him. Kissing you all over. Whispering how much he loves you and how good you were.

“Daddy, huh?” He teases you and you roll your eyes. “I can’t wait to see you pregnant again. I can’t wait for another one,” he whispers as you smile ear to ear. You two exchange I love yous and fall asleep in each other’s arms similar to few hours prior.

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top of the rock | bucky barnes

a/n: UMM you guys!!! firstly, hello to all the new followers, welcome!! secondly, I am overwhelmed with all the love from the blurb...wow... I’ve been away finishing up on exams so seeing that blew my mind!! thank u so much 🥺 I will definitely be posting the “enemies”-to-lovers fic soon so stay tuned! 

~in the meantime I hope u guys enjoy this little number, it’s super random and fluffy, and I was listening to Christmas music while writing it so mind ya business

warnings: curse words, fluffy fluff fluff!

pairings: female reader x bucky barnes

There are very few things more magical than being in New York City in December.

As the narrator of this oddly specific and highly fictional story I may be a bit biased because December is my favorite month and Christmas is my favorite holiday, and you guessed it…new york city is my favorite place.

But man, there is something about December in New York City around Christmas time.

It was her third Christmas with Bucky but their first actually getting to spend it together.

Working around their schedules during this time of year was always tough.

The last two years she has spent in law school and well, his last two years he has spent being an incredibly famous, incredibly heroic, incredibly sexy… avenger.

Totally comparable lives the two have, I know.

They saw each other as much as they could but there were definitely long months of texting, phone calls, and the occasional FaceTime when they both had the time.

But alas, she has graduated from law school, and alas, Bucky is not off on some mission in Australia or wherever they “avenge” these days. She had always dreamed of spending the holidays with Bucky in New York as he took her around to all his favorite spots, and it was finally happening.

“Babydoll, can you please smile.” Said a giggly Bucky who was trying to take a picture of her holding her Starbucks cup in front of the Tiffany’s.

“Buck, I am not taking the basic ‘breakfast at tiffany's photo!” She whined, secretly wanting the basic ‘breakfast at Tiffany’s photo.’

“Doll… please. It will be cute. I won’t post it. I promise.” Bucky pleaded with his irresistible puppy dog eyes and the fluffy pouted lips to match.

God, he had her wrapped around his finger. He knew it too. Hence, the puppy dog face.

“Fine.” She sighs and held up her Starbucks and smiled.

It took everything in her not to flash a peace sign, her signature pose when she is forced to take pictures because her awkward nature never lets her be “normal.”

“Ah, no peace sign…what a shock.” Bucky laughs to himself while staring at the photo.

He glanced back up at her and placed a kiss on her cheek.

“I figured you would make me take another one if I did that so… I decided to act like an adult.” She scoffed and started to walk away from him.

“You are 100 percent right, love.” He said as he caught up to her and entangled his fingers with hers.

His pet names always made her melt.

Even on an incredibly cold December day in the city. His low-key Brooklyn accent was certainly one of her favorite things about him, besides his devilish blue eyes and sarcastic wit.

“What are you thinkin’ about?” He mumbled into her ear, pulling her from her thoughts of how perfect her boyfriend was.

“Oh, nothing…” she says as she glances around…clearly have been caught in her thoughts.

“Baby girl… you are a terrible liar, my dear.” He laughs and squeezes her hand.

She really was a terrible liar… but she didn’t care.

“I was just thinking about how nice this is. Being here. With you.” She finally admits.

She said it quietly because she’s not usually one for affection.

Bucky knew this about her and he claims that’s why he loves her so very much.

Because the times she does show affection, he knows it always genuine. He glances down at her and softly smiles.

“Me too, love. Me too.” He says as he places a kiss on the top of her head.

“So where to now, babe?” She says while glancing around at all of the people walking by.

It’s amazing how no one has recognized Bucky so far, but then again it is New York City… 3 days before Christmas, people have other things on their minds.

It did help that he was wearing a Yankee cap that covered the majority of his face, so they have managed to escape any chance of someone recognizing him.

“Well… I was thinking….” He ventures off.

“Oh, this can’t be good…” She giggles.

“I wanted to go to the Top of Rockefeller.” He mumbles.

“Okay? Why are you acting like I’d have an issue doing that?!” She retorts and softly smacks his arm.

“Well, doll, I knew you’ve already gone there a few years ago and I didn’t know if you’d want to do it again.”

This man is so thoughtful. It’s almost painful.

It's almost as if a woman wrote him…

“Buck! Of course, I would do it again! You know I love that view, you can’t bet it. I am surprised I didn’t suggest this! Let's GO!” She says as she grabs his hand and begins pulling him in the direction of Rockefeller Center.

They quickly enter the building and Bucky was finally recognized by the check-out lady who was incredibly nice.

She told him she loved the avengers, such a fan, and the falcon is incredibly handsome anyway he’s single?

Bucky laughed and wrote his friend's number down on a piece of paper; surely will get an earful from Sam later on.

The two buy their tickets and head over to the elevator. The elevator attendant leads them into the right space and presses the button to send the two up to the very top.

“All alone in an elevator with you? Man, how did I get so lucky?” Bucky mumbles as he pulls her into his chest and begins kissing her cheek while working his way down to her neck, prompting a small gasp from his girlfriend.

“Buck!” She hisses while trying to push him off of her.

“What!? I can’t kiss my girl?” He smiles and places the softest kiss on her lips.

Before he can kiss her once more she stops him — “Wait.” She says, finally able to push him off of her.

“Buck, we are alone in this elevator? This is so odd? This is normally so packed?” She questions the emptiness of the elevator.

Bucky laughs at her random thought and pulls her back in for one more kiss before the elevator doors open.

The doors open to one of the best sights you will ever see.

The entire city in this one breathtaking view, and holy shit it was even better with snow-flurries coming from the sky.

She quickly exits the elevator realizing she forgot how amazing this view was.

“Buck! Isn’t this amazing!” She exclaims as she runs towards one of the doors that lead outside to the deck.

The two walk outside and immediately take in the view of Central Park. She glances over at Bucky but he is already staring at her.

“Looking at the wrong view, dummy” She scoffs.

“I am? Cause right now I am looking at the most beautiful girl in the world. Ecstatic about a view she has seen three or four times, which by the way is fucking adorable.” He retorts, leaving her speechless.

“Yeah, I am looking at the right view, doll.”

Bucky is always sweet but damn, sometimes he is super sweet. He credits the super serum which always forces a laugh out of his girl.

She has no words to combat such a compliment so she just grabs his face with both of her hands and pulls him in for a loving kiss.

He returns the favor and wraps both of his arms around her waist and pulls her in further.

“I love you, baby doll ” He whispers into her lips, “and I love when you can’t come back at my compliments.”

“I love you too, B,” She says back with a giggle.

It’s at that moment she finally realizes that the two are completely alone. There is absolutely no one up here with them.

“Buck, there is no one here? This is weird! Something is going on!” She blurts out as she pushes past her super soldier boyfriend to see if there is anyone at all outside.

“Doll…” Bucky murmurs

“Buck — I am serious lo-“ She says as she turns around with exaggerated hands to show that there is absolutely no one up here, only for her eyes to meet with Bucky on one knee holding a Tiffany blue box in his hand.

“Baby doll, I know there is no one up here. That’s why we are here.” He smiles.

Her mouth was practically on the floor but no words could come out, she didn’t understand what the fuck was happening.

She begins to move my lips to say something and he interrupts,

“I love you. God, I love you. There aren’t enough words in the world to describe how much I love you. You are so patient with me and so kind and your sarcastic-ass attitude will always make me laugh at Stark’s over-the-top dinner parties and would you please, please, make me the luckiest man in the world and marry me?” He babbles on along with a nervous laugh.

She stood there shocked, Bucky Barnes, Bucky fucking Barnes is asking her to marry him.

“Doll…?” He questioned with his infamous eyebrow raise.

“Shit, Yes! Absolutely fucking yes. Oh my god, Yes! Yes! Yes!” She gushes as he stood up and slipped the ring on her finger.

She immediately wraps both arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

“I fucking love you,” She whispers when the two finally break away from each other.

“Right back at you.” He says gently kissing her again.

“God I feel so relieved… and I’m so beyond happy, but can we go inside, I am fucking freezing, baby girl.” He sighs and pulls her hand towards the door.

When the two walk inside they are met by their friends and a secret photographer who managed to get all the perfect shots, Tony’s doing of course.

She is showing off her ring to Nat, Wanda, Pepper, and Sam as Bucky is chatting it up with Steve and Thor.

She glances over at him to find he is already looking at her.

She winks to make sure he knows she sees him and she’s met back with his devilish grin.

A grin she gets to see across from every room for the rest of her life.

Lovely reader, I told you at the very beginning, there was nothing more magical than being in New York City in December.

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isn’t it strange? | bucky barnes

a/n: holy !!! my last post blew up 🥺 was not expecting that !!! thanks for all the love and follows !!! this fic is definitely angsty as I am in my emotions today lmao...enjoy:)

summary: inspired by the song, “strange” by celeste. 

pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

warnings: angst angst angst, emotional, mentions of break-up/moving on/etc, curse words

“Ahem.”

The sound makes you jump as your back is towards the door. You spin around and make eyes with the man you’ve been avoiding since he broke up with you three weeks ago. Sneaking in every time he’s away so you can slowly grab your things. 

“Bucky – I um – the guys said you wouldn’t be here.”

“Well, here I am.” He flips out his hands before crossing them over his chest.

Steve and Sam promised you that they’d keep him busy in the gym long enough for you to grab the last of your stuff, but alas, here he is. Sweaty, agitated, and still so god damn attractive.

“I’m just, uh — I’m grabbing the rest of my stuff.” You say before spinning around.

“I see that.” He mutters before glancing down to the floor, his rough exterior fading, but you know it’s just an act.

“You don’t get to do that.” You spin back around, your eyebrows furrowed and your finger pointing at him.

“Do what?” He asks, a poor attempt at feigning innocence.

“That!”

“What, doll? What am I doing?” He cocks his head.

“Acting like you’re the victim! Acting like you’re the heartbroken one! Acting like your life has been flipped upside down and you have no idea where to even fucking start to put it back together.” Your voice was shaky as you try to control the tears that were building up.

“Y’done?”

You let out a breathy chuckle. Ever the asshole he was.

“Beyond.” You spit as you turn around once more to grab the last remaining box of your things.

“Next time give me a heads-up before you show up in my apartment.” He scoffs.

His words were cold as ice. He knew they would hurt that’s why he said them. It was just as much your place as it was his. The nights you spent on the floor holding him after a nightmare or the mornings you spent making breakfast that actually just turned into him fucking you against the counter. It may be his apartment but it’ll forever be stained by you.

You grab the box and take a second to collect yourself. You wouldn’t dare show him the effect he had on you. You turn around and look at him one last time.

“Nothing to worry about, James. There won’t be a next time.” You shrug before walking out the door.

His head falls the second the door closes. He wanted nothing more than to knock that stupid box out of your hand and pull you into him for a searing kiss and then tell you again and again how sorry he was and how stupid he was.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he stalked off to the shower and let the cold water mask his tears in a poor attempt to forget you and the two-year relationship he shared with you.

It was a slow build-up. Though you two had “dated” for two years, you were in his life much longer than that. Your relationship was slow but sweet. From strangers to friends and then friends to lovers.

It was a beautiful relationship, one he never thought he’d have. But of course, it had its downfalls.

He replayed your last fight, which was similar to every fight, you were annoyed with him being gone on missions for weeks to months at a time and not having the decency to text you or call you. He promised you every time he would do better, and every time he failed. He knew he never deserved you so perhaps that’s why he pushed you so far away. But he didn’t care, he didn’t deserve you or the happiness you brought him, especially when he couldn’t reciprocate it.

Little did he know, he brought you so much happiness whether he meant to or not. You adored him, you loved him with your whole heart, you never wanted things to end, and that’s why you kept trying and trying.

You tried for him.

You tried to be patient with him while he was away. You tried to be there for him during the nightmares. You tried to give him space when he needed it and held him when he didn’t. But one person can only bring a relationship so far. So, when he said the same “I’ll try harder” bullshit you knew it would never change and you knew you couldn’t make him be someone he wasn’t.

Bucky finally decided to get out of the shower and slip into some sweats. He sat on the couch in silence wondering how long it would take him to be okay.

Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months and slowly but surely Bucky got better. 

You did too. 

You moved into your own apartment and got a promotion at work. Bucky was lucky he had Steve and Sam to keep him preoccupied from his thoughts and you were lucky you had friends to force you out of your apartment on the weekends.

Slowly...you both moved on. From thinking of him every morning to him thinking of you every night.

Now, you only thought of him when Big Band music played or when you traveled into Brooklyn for brunch with friends. He thought about you when he was cooking pasta or that silly sitcom you loved came on the TV.

After some time... you started dating someone. He was great and attentive. He was respectful to your parents and loved all the same movies you did. He filled the void that Bucky left.

Bucky dated around, never staying with one girl too long. He couldn’t put his finger on why none of them lasted. Steve and Sam knew of course but just encouraged him to keep trying, “the right one will come along,” they said.

The time and the new relationships didn’t deter your thoughts from one another. 

There were times you thought about reaching out to Bucky to see how he was. You didn’t just lose a boyfriend... you lost a best friend. There were times he would try to figure out social media so he could find your page and see what you had been up to. He’d get frustrated of course when he couldn’t come up with a strong enough password for an account and chuck his phone across the room.

Eventually... you two just became strangers. Thoughts of him were almost non-existent as your relationship had turned quite serious. Bucky too had finally found someone and within a few months of seeing her...he found himself truly happy.

It was your second anniversary with your boyfriend and you were running late for your dinner reservations. You quickly fixed your makeup through the screen of your phone before exiting the cab. You quickly walked inside and found him sitting at the table, a wide smile plastered across his face. You melted at the sight of him and flowers in a brown bag on the white table cloth.

You two had a marvelous time, as always. You excused yourself so you could go to the bathroom before you two left and as you walked through the bar of the restaurant you were met with a familiar face.

“Sam?” You spoke.

“Hey there, gorgeous! How are you! Wow, it’s good to see you. You look fantastic!” He says as he puts his arms out for a hug.

You, of course, hug him and laugh at his kind words. You two chat briefly before you’re interrupted. You hear the voice behind you and Sam can’t help but notice your eyes go wide.

“Hey, dip-shit we’re leaving.”

You feel him stop beside you and you meekly glance up. His eyes are on Sam but slowly fall to you and his entire demeanor changes.

“Hi.” You smile.

“H-hi, hey, I didn’t see —“

“Yeah, I’m having dinner in the restaurant, just ran into Sam.” You say turning towards him.

You feel Sam’s eyes on the two of you but your attention is all on the brunette man in front of you.

“Y-you look great.” He grins.

“I already said that.” Sam interrupts and Bucky gives him a quick side-eye.

“You too.” You chuckle.

It was at that moment it hit you. How strange this was. You played out the situation of running into him post-breakup a thousand times. You figured it would involve you two fighting more or in some rare instance you two getting back together. But you never pictured this.

This strange feeling. This strange look.

You are still you.

He is still him.

Once upon a time, he was just a stranger who then turned into your friend who then turned into your boyfriend.

But now he’s just a stranger again.

“We gotta go, Buck,” Sam speaks up to break the silence.

“Yeah.” He says, his eyes still glued to yours.

Sam whispers a quick goodbye before leaving you two alone.

“I should go too.” You whisper.

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” He nods.

You smile before side-stepping him and walking towards the bathroom but he stops you.

“Isn’t it strange?” he mutters.

Almost as he had just read your thoughts. He felt it too and because of that you smiled.

“It was good to see you...Buck,” you smile before turning around and walking off.

A small smile forms on his face as you whispered his nickname. He watches as you disappear into the crowd. Eyes never leaving your backside until you were completely gone amongst the other strangers.

You were just a stranger again.

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i didn’t have a back-up plan | bucky barnes

summary: reader x bucky break-up but nothing one of tony’s infamous galas can’t fix ;)

pairings: bucky barnes x female reader

warnings: 18+ only pls!! (smut, unprotected sex, public sex), angsty, little bit of fluff, jealous bucky, cuss words

You’re sitting at the kitchen table with your head cradled in both of your hands. Your cheeks are stained from the hour's worth of tears and for a second you are so glad you didn’t put on any mascara this morning. You hear the screeching sound of a chair pulling out across from you and you refuse to look up. You’ve been going at it for hours now.

He just got back from a three-month-long mission, and everything had been fine until he told you how long he was going to be gone this time. You couldn’t do another three, four, maybe even five months without seeing him. You’ve been together for almost two years, yet it seems like you’ve only physically been with him for maybe 4-5 months. You didn’t expect much from this relationship. You knew when you met him it was going to be hard, and if you’re being honest, you didn’t think it was going to last this long…but there was something about him you couldn’t get over. You fell for him hard and now you are dealing with the consequences. You weren’t accustomed to his lifestyle, and you knew you’d never adapt to it. Being an Avenger isn’t something you just sign up for and it’s certainly not for everyone. He didn’t force the lifestyle upon you, he never forced you to Tony’s lavish parties even though he wanted you to but he knew you’d be too uncomfortable. He loved you. You knew that. You loved him. He knew that. But you knew he deserved more, someone like him, and you deserved someone more like you, with nothing too special about them.

“You want to yell at me some more?” You ask.

“Doll...” His tone is cold and emotionless. You know where this is going. You both have known where this is going.

“Do you think we need to break up?” the words escape his lips, and you finally glance up at him.

“If that’s what you want.” You state.

His shocked response is not what you were expecting.

“What do you want? Do you want this to work? Do you love me?” His tone now filled with sincerity. Where the fuck has this been the past two hours you think to yourself. You could’ve sworn you were taking the words out of his mouth, you wanted to beat him to it. But his puzzled look is telling you otherwise, telling you he doesn’t want this at all.

“Bucky, we haven’t been doing well for so long. It’s just... it’s just not working. Our lives do not mesh together anymore. You are all over the place and I can’t drop everything when convenient for you.” You explain your decision and he sits back in his chair.

“I’ve never once expected you to ‘drop your life for me.’ Jesus fucking Christ.” His tone back to irritated. There he is. There’s the Bucky that you’ve been dealing with for the past few hours and the past few months.

“We fight all the fucking time! That’s all we’ve done for months! When you’re gone it’s over the phone or in text, when you’re here it’s in person. Nothing has changed. Nothing helps. It’s not fucking working.” Your voice cracks and his eyes begin to water.

“I... I love you, I don’t want this to end. We can work on this. I can work on this. I can tell Sam I need a break and take some time off.” He attempts to save himself and you shake your head.

“Buck – I love you but I’m holding you back. You need to be with someone who understands your world and I- I’m just not that person.” You try to fight back the stream of tears and he drops his head in defeat.

He attempts to save himself one more time as his mouth opens but nothing comes out. You stare deeply into his piercing eyes. Trying to memorize his face. Trying to memorize him.

He stands up from the table and stops beside you. He reaches down and squeezes your hand. You squeeze back and glance up at him one last time. His eyes fill with tears once more and he takes off to the door. You sit there and force yourself to stare at the now empty seat across from you. You hear the door shut and the floodgates of emotions hits. You sit there for the longest time. Tears and tears flow down your face. Your heart has found a new home in the pit of your stomach. Your eyes eventually dry up and you know that this was the right decision. It was never going to work…

You are pulled out of your poorly timed reminiscing when your date reaches out and grabs ahold of your hand,

“Ready babe?” He asks.  

You force a smile and step out of the car.

You find it oh so incredibly ironic that your work is co-hosting one of Tony’s infamous charity galas. After you and Bucky broke up you landed a big-time PR job which involved working the one and only…avengers. You haven’t seen Bucky since the breakup but he had to know that you were practically working for the team by now. You had wondered how long you two could avoid each other, it was bound to happen eventually.

Nevertheless, 8 months post break up...here you are. The guy you’ve been seeing, a stockbroker on Wall Street was more than eager to be your date to this event. He wouldn’t shut up about the networking opportunity, and a chance to “meet the avengers.” Eyeroll.

You, on the other hand, didn’t want to go. You’ve been staring at the guestlist for weeks, well, you’ve been staring at one particular name on the guestlist for weeks. You’ve been racking your brain on why he would come to this event. He usually never goes to these stupid gala events, but yet he is attending a random gala…that you are in charge of…come on. You also find it convenient that he had a plus one beside his name. Of course, he does. He’s Bucky Barnes, why wouldn’t he have a date.

You and your date walk the imitation red carpet that’s laid out. You are the chair of this event so you have to pose for pictures and stop for questions. You hated this part of your job, you just wanted to be behind the scenes but unfortunately, people love you and your work, so they want to know all about you at all times.

You make it through the interviews and pull your date inside. He is enjoying this publicity a little too much. You find some co-workers/friends and push him off on them, and quickly head to the bar to get the strongest drink possible.

You order a dry martini with extra gin and take a sip.

“Some things don’t change, hm doll?”  

You stand there frozen. The accent. The beautiful Brooklyn accent that you miss every fucking day. Those six words send chills down your back. The way “doll” flowed off his lips. This fucker. You take a deep breath and pray your makeup has remained in tack and your hair looks good from behind.

You slowly turn around and are met with those deep blue eyes. His hair was much shorter than the last time you saw him, but still so damn handsome. The scruff along his chin almost makes you drool because you miss the feeling of it against your skin. Your eyes make their way back up to him and he is smiling.

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi.” You say back.

“You look...fantastic,” he smirks.

You bought this dress specifically for tonight. For this moment. You got it in his favorite color because you wanted him to see you and admit you looked good. You give yourself an internal high five before responding to him.

“Thank you, so do you.” You gesture at his tux. One of your favorite looks on him.

“I-uh-I hope that it’s not weird that I am here,” he says as he takes a step into you.

“Oh, no. Not at all. I am glad you’re here.”

You quickly realize what you said and try to recover,

“SO you can take part in the donations! The more avengers the merrier!” You laugh nervously  

You idiot.

He chuckles at you and shakes his head.

“Is there somewhere more private we can talk?” He asks.

“Uh-I shouldn’t. I have to-“

“Oh right, yes, of course, you’re working. Well, maybe we can meet up before the night is over? I would love to catch up,” his voice is almost a whisper as he is only a few centimes from you. You can smell his unique scent. You used to joke that if he could bottle it up and sell it he wouldn’t have to run off and save the world every other day.

“Yeah, mhm, enjoy your night!” You respond and walk off.

An hour or so passes as you get caught talking to other donors before you can make your way back to your date. He is completely sloshed and making a fool of himself. Great. You call him an Uber and tell him he has to leave. He doesn’t take this very well and begins yelling at you. You and a few co-workers manage to get him outside as you wait for the Uber but he continues yelling at you.

“You’re just a fucking bitch! Get over your fucking metal-arm freak of an ex and you will be happy! I could make you so happy!” He says as he points a finger in your face.

Before you can respond a man quickly jumps in between the two of you and slams him into a wall

“Call her a bitch again and I will kill you, yeah?”

Your date's eyes go wide, and he runs off to the Uber as it pulls up.

“Bucky, what in the absolute fuck is wrong with you?” You yell and he chuckles.

“Really? I just helped you with that fucking asshole and you want to yell at me?”

Without thinking you take ahold of Bucky’s hand and pull him inside and off to a side room. You slam the door behind them both of you and he takes a few steps inside before turning around to face you. You cross your arms along your chest and tell yourself to be calm, give him a chance to explain himself, but as he opens his mouth you cut him off.

“What the fuck are you doing here, James?” You question

A smile splays across his face as you use his first name. He takes a few steps towards you, attempting to close the gap. You slowly take a step or two back still allowing the distance between the two of you. He smirks as he realizes what you’re doing.  

“Well doll, if you must know. I needed to see you He says. His accent was thicker than before, which is a clear indicator he’s been enjoying the open bar or some Asgardian liquor or both.

“What about your plus one? Where is she, hm?” You question.

“You mean Sam? Yeah, I’m sure he’s having a great time in there.” He chuckles.

Of fucking course it’s Sam.

“Why was Sam not on the – oh forget it, we aren’t together anymore Buck, you don’t get to just show up and call me doll and pretend that everything is normal.” You sigh.

“Why not?” He asks playfully.

“We broke up, Bucky.” You sigh once more.

“Yeah and?”  

“And!? And YOU walked away” You scoff

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me, doll?” His voice irritated.

“No, I’m not fucking kidding ‘you.” You tilt your head and mock his accent. His eyes narrow and the muscles in his jaw clench. You forgot how fucking sexy he is when he’s mad.

You two stare at each other for a few seconds as if you’re having a contest. Your emotions begin to overwhelm you and you feel the tears swelling in your eyes. You look down in defeat and you hear him let out a small sigh.

“Love.” His voice cracks. Fuck. You can’t hold the tears back any longer and you feel them fall down your cheek. You look back up at him and his eyes are bloodshot too.

“I fucked up, doll.” He mutters.  

“Yeah. You did.”  

“I know I did! I know! I should have stayed and fought for you. I know that now. I am sorry. But I’m here now. I’ve been working on this little plan for weeks now, to see you and –“

“No! No, no. You can’t do this. You don’t get to do this.” You interrupt, you wipe a tear away, and turn around to leave.

“It wasn't just me, doll! What about you, huh? You couldn’t adjust to my lifestyle yet you’ve been parading around all the other avengers for the past 8 months. Helping Tony with these bullshit galas!” He challenges.

You spin around and narrow your gaze at him.

“It’s my job.” You defend yourself.

“Yeah? I was your fucking boyfriend, not a lot of effort given there though?”

“Oh, fuck you, Bucky. Fuck. You.” You ridicule.

You both stare at each other down. Waiting for the next one to say something. You are soon questioning why you were so excited to see him tonight. Why you picked out this specific dress. Why you enjoyed it when he defended you against your douchebag date. You feel another tear fall and you quickly wipe it away.

“I should’ve tried harder. I’m sorry. I couldn’t handle the distance and I gave up on us too easily because I was scared and I’m sorry.” You finally confess.  

He stares at you. Contemplating what you just said. His jaw is still clenched, and both of his hands are stuffed into his pockets. The silence is almost deafening, and you turn to leave as your heart can’t take this anymore. 8 months later and you’re still not over him. You’ll never be over him.

Bucky grabs your hand as you begin to turn and spins you back around to face him.  

“Doll, I miss you. God, I fucking miss you.” He croaks.

Before you can speak his lips crash against yours. He quickly has you pushed against the wall as he deepens the kiss. You moan as you feel his tongue enter into your mouth. You wrap your hands in his brown locks and attempt to pull him further into you. He slides a leg in between yours and you moan as he grazes your sweet spot.

“Buck, we’re in public-“ you let out a raspy moan.

“I need you, please.” He groans.  

And with that, you’re gone. You give in to whatever he wants. He slips off the straps of your dress and you step out of it, he takes you in as if it was the very first time seeing you. You attempt to cover yourself up, you haven’t been this exposed since the last time you were together.

“Don’t,” he demands.  

He lifts your chin with his finger and places the sweetest kiss on your lips.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers.

“Buck, I haven’t- I haven’t been with anyone else.” You admit.

“Me either, baby. I couldn’t bring myself to think about anyone but you. You’re all I’ve ever wanted. Let me show you how much I've missed you."

This time the tears swelling in your eyes were happy ones. He smiles as he finally renders you speechless. He wipes the tear away and kisses you once more. The kiss goes back to heated and passionate. You reach for his belt buckle, and he groans as your hands brush up against his erect member. He pulls his bow tie off and quickly unbuttons his shirt. He slips off his pants and underwear and once again has you pushed against the door. He begins kissing down your neck as he slips off your bra. He hooks a finger into your underwear, and you moan as his hands slide down your thighs.

“You ready?” He asks

All you can do is nod as the sight of him is enough to make you come.

He hoists you up against the door and you wrap your legs around him as he slips himself inside of you.

“Fuck, baby girl.” He groans.

“Buck – Jesus.” You cry out as he fills you up. He stills as he thinks he hurts you and pulls away to check on you,  

“Move, please.” You giggle and he nuzzles his head into your neck and begins peppering kisses along your collarbone.

He thrusts himself in and out of you at an unrelenting pace. Anyone else would probably be embarrassed with how quickly you’re about to fall apart but you don’t care. You’ve missed this touch for months. You’ve craved it for months. You knew you needed him again. You just needed to realize it.

“Y-you close baby? I’m so close. Fuck.” He moans.

You attempt to speak but all that comes out is a loud moan of his name. He smiles at how easily you fall apart for him. He’s always loved this effect he’s had on you. Even though you held your own, there was something about Bucky that made you putty in his hands. He knew he had to get that feeling back. He knew the second he walked out he wanted to come back. He almost did. He stood outside your door for the longest time but couldn’t bring himself to knock. He knew you’d come back to him. He knew he’d find you again and you two couldn’t help but get back together. You were meant to be.

“Fuck, I’m-“ is all you get out as your orgasm takes over.

“That’s it, doll. Let go. Fuck. I love you. I love you so much.” He praises you as you clench around his cock.

Your head spins as you see stars. With a few more sloppy thrusts, Bucky is moaning your name as he lets go inside of you. He slowly places you back down on the ground and kisses you all over.  

“Are you okay?” He asks.

“I love you.” You say as you lean up to steal a kiss.  

He smirks against your lips and wraps his arms around your waist. You two stand there in each other’s embrace.  

“Can we make this work? Can you be mine again?” He whispers  

“Yes.” You smile.

“Good, I didn’t have a backup plan if you said no.” He smirks and you laugh.

“Let’s get dressed. I’m sure everyone heard us.” You roll your eyes.

“Hey that’s never bothered you before,” he teases.

[yourcooladdiction]

show me | bucky barnes

a/n: hi! this is my first attempt at writing bucky so please be kind :) enjoy!

summary: jealous bucky leads to a furious reader... but he knows just how to make it up to her. 

pairings: bucky barnes x female reader

warnings: 18+ ONLY!! (smut; fingering, oral, unprotected sex), jealous bucky, angsty, fluff...ish, curse words

The faint glow of the dashboard allowed you to make out his white knuckles as he clutched the steering wheel. He was angry. But you were furious. He pulled into the parking garage of the compound and as soon as the car was parked you stormed inside the building. You were angry that you agreed to stay the night and had no means of escape, you practically lived here anyways but situations like this reminded you why you two haven’t officially moved in together. 

The elevator ride is silent. You keep your eyes focused straight ahead as you feel his tension slowly fading. He attempts to reach at you when the doors open and you make a beeline to his room.

“Doll, will please you talk to me?” he finally speaks as he follows you into the bedroom. 

“I have nothing to say.” You shrug your shoulders and then attempt to unzip the back of your dress, refusing to look at him.

“How the fuck are you mad at me? Seriously, Y/N?” He raises his voice, as if he has the right to yell at you.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You punched a guy I work with in the face. You literally punched him, in the face, and you want to yell at me? Get a fucking grip, Bucky!” You spin around and match his angry tone.

He steps back. You never yell. Never. Even when you two fight, which is rare in itself, you never yell. He quickly gathers that you must be really fucking pissed. He loosens the bow-tie around his neck and runs his hand through his hair. He knows he fucked up, he knows you’re fucking furious and you have every right…he did punch a guy you work with, but he doesn’t regret it. 

You glare him up and down, fuck, you hated how sexy he looked right now. Black suit and bow-tie is one of your favorite looks on him, hence why you were so excited to bring him to your work gala. You watch as he loosens the bow tie and you catch yourself internally groan, you wanted to do that. You wanted this night to end with him fucking you senselessly, but no. He had to act possessive and idiotic and immature. You usually enjoy when he gets jealous, it makes you feel good about yourself but something about tonight just made him snap. 

“He was eye-fucking you all night. What the hell am I supposed to do? Just stand by?” He asks.��

“I know that, you don’t I didn’t notice that? Why the fuck do you think I was being extra-clingy and practically glued to your side all night?” 

He doesn’t answer, instead he just looks down in defeat. He knows better than to fight with you on this. You were completely right.

“For fuck’s sake, Buck, you are all I ever talk about, everyone knows we are together. You should’ve just ignored him.”

“Well, I just wanted him to understand who you were with.” He clears his throat.

“I think he got the fucking hint.” You scoff and turn around, attempting to unzip your dress once more. 

You hear Bucky slowly walk up behind you and his hand meets yours as you find the zipper, stopping your movements. You sigh as his other hand wraps around your waist, pulling you back into him. He pushes your hair to the other side of your shoulder opening up your neck to him. His hot breath hits your neck and your knees go weak. 

“I’m sorry, baby doll.” He whispers, his lips barely touching your earlobe. 

You bite down on your lip, trying to conceal any sound of enjoyment that may slip through. You are mad and you don’t want him to think he can just apologize and everything will be okay. You tell yourself to remain strong. Make him learn his lesson. He leans down and kisses your exposed neck, leaving a trail of kisses. Your eyes flutter shut, this is going to be harder than you thought. 

“Doll” he says, “please,” between, “forgive me,” kisses. 

You involuntarily roll your head to the side more, giving him more access. His hand that was wrapped around your hip slides up and gently squeezes one of your breasts. You moan immediately. Fuck.

“There she is,”

You can feel his snarky smirk against your skin and you take your elbow and jam it back into him. 

“Ouch!” He says as your force takes him back.

“You don’t get to give a weak ass apology and call me baby girl and expect me to melt for you. Think again, Barnes.” You roll your eyes and take off towards the bathroom.

Oh, playing hard to get are we? Bucky loved a challenge, especially if you were the prize. He quickly followed you into the bathroom and stopped dead in his tracks. You had already slipped out of your dress and you were wearing a new set. Red lace. His favorite. 

“Jesus, fucking — shit, “ he whispers.

You spin around and smile at him.

“Do you like? I was hoping to surprise you and us have insanely rough sex tonight but you had to act like an idiot, so —“

Within seconds he has you pushed against the bathroom wall. His hands gripped around your waist, so close you have no way of getting away from him.

“Doll, please, I am so sorry. Please. Let me make it up to you, please.” He begs, his lips go back to your neck as he kisses and sucks gently. Knowing you will eventually give into him.

“You look so fuckin’ sexy, please. God please let me make it up to you.” He asks once more.

He pulls away and looks into your eyes and you could tell he was genuinely sorry, but you weren’t going to give in so easily. He was going to make it up to you just like he said.

“Show me how sorry you are then,” you whisper.

You barely get the words out when his lips are on yours. Fighting for dominance. He slips his tongue out over your bottom lip, gently taking it between his teeth, pulling a delicious sounding moan from your mouth.

“Fuck, doll, do you know what you do to me?” 

“Show me.” You repeat your words once more.

His hands wrap around your thighs and lifts you with ease. You wrap your legs around him and feel just how hard you make him. This turns you on even more and it’s almost embarrassing how wet you are. You grind your hips into him as he pushes you further into the wall and he gets the hint that you want this taken back to the bedroom. He caries you to the bed and throws you down, quickly unbuttoning his shirt and pulling at his belt buckle. You squeeze your thighs together as you hear the metal of his belt clink, you hated how much you wanted him right now, but you couldn’t help it. He was so fucking hot. Especially when he begged for you. You knew he was going to make it up to you, you knew he was going to fuck you so good.

“I’m not going to fuck you.” His voice a low growl, you start to wonder if you said your thoughts out loud.

He climbs over top of you and the look on his face, the lust in his eyes, you attempt to take a mental picture to savor this moment forever.

“I’m going to make love to you,” he smirks.

You can’t help but chuckle. For such a suave and sophisticated guy, he can be quite fucking corny.

“You’re an idiot.” You say.

“Yeah, but you love me.”

Before you can combat his lips are on you. Working there way from your lips to your neck. As he sucks purple marks into your skin, he quickly unclasps your bra, and throws it to the side. 

“Hot damn, I hit the jackpot with you, huh?” He says as he licks his lips. 

You blush and attempt to cover your face and he pulls your hands away.

“Stop.” He demands.

He looks at you again with that lustful look and you swear this man will be the death of you. He returns to his job of pleasing you by taking a nipple in his mouth. He swirls his tongue around your nub and your back arches off the bed.

“Fuck, Bucky.” You groan. 

He continues working his mouth on one as his massages the other, alternating every few seconds. He loved all the sounds he was pulling from you but he knew where you needed him most. He trails kisses down your stomach and you instinctively open your legs. He chuckles at how eager you are, slowly kissing your thighs, until he was right at your sweet spot. He kisses your clit through your lace panties and your back arches once more.

“Buck, stop being a fucking tease!” you lean up on your elbows, sternly looking at him. He was supposed to be making up to you, not teasing.

“Impatient are we?” He furrows an eyebrow at you. 

Before you could speak he pulls your underwear to the slide and begins massaging your clit with his meta thumb. The coolness sending pleasant waves of pleasure through your body.

“You — fuck!” You moan, head falling back against the pillow.

“Relax, baby doll, I’m going to take care of you.”

He hooked his fingers on both sides of your underwear and pulled them down slowly, making sure to tease you more. 

Your fists grabbed at the sheets as his tongue laps up your wet. He gently sucks on your clit as he grips your thighs spreading them further apart.

“Doll, you’re so wet for me, you taste so damn good.” He purred as you moan his name again and again.

He continues licking through your folds and slips two fingers inside of you. He moans into you and you almost cum at just his sound. You feel your orgasm quickly approach as he continues to lick and suck your clit while pumping his two fingers in and out of you. 

“I’m — close,” you quiver

“Let go, baby, come on,” he encourages 

It only takes a few more swipes of his tongue before you come undone. You scream out his name as he continues to pump his fingers in and out, taking all you give him. 

“I got you, doll. I got you. So fucking good.” He continues lapping up your juices.

As you come down from your high you look down to see his lips glistening with your juices. He gives you a devilish smirk as he climbs back on top of you, kissing up your body until he meets your lips. 

“I love you,” he whispers against your lips.

“I love you more, now give me your cock.” 

“Yes ma’am,” he agrees as he quickly sits up and off his boxers. 

He aligns himself with your entrance and slowly pushes in. 

“Fuck” you both groan in unison. 

Your legs wrap around him as he fills you up and stretches you out. You whine and whimper quietly in his ear while he slowly fucks you. He pushes deeper inside of you, hitting spots he’s never hit before.

“B-buck, baby, faster —“ you beg

He listens to your demand as he thrusts his hips into you.

“Shit doll, you feel so fucking good.” He breathily moans into your ear as he rocks his hips against yours.

Your mind becomes foggy as your stomach coils. You’re so close, again. You wrap your hands around his shoulders to give yourself something to hold on to. 

“Buck —“ you moan as he strokes your walls with his thick member.

“I know baby girl, I’m right there. Come for me.” He  whispers into your ear.

He chants your name in husky moans as he continues his thrusts, speeding up to give you both the release you’re aching for.

You come with a loud whimper of his name and he kisses you harshly as his release is quick to follow. His head falls into the crook of your neck as you both slowly come down from your orgasms. 

“You okay, doll?” He whispers, kissing your neck softly. 

“Yes,” you answer quietly.

He pulls away and smiles down at you. He loved you, god did he love you. He knew he was such an idiot earlier. He knew better than to act like such a jealous prick, but he couldn’t help it. You were his girl. He loved you and only you. He wanted you to himself, forever.

“You’re forgiven,” you say with a sweet smile. 

He laughs and places a soft kiss on your lips. 

“I’m sorry I was such an idiot.”

“It’s okay, Buck. You’re just a jealous little bitch.” You grin.

“You’re not wrong, what’s mine is mine.” He winks as you roll your eyes. 

“Did you just roll your eyes at me? You must be ready for me to fuck you now,” He growls before capturing your lips once more.

This was going to be a long night.