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✪ Bucky Barnes ✪
Series:
Little Flame
Y/N Ivanov better known as The Yellow Viper was trained in the ways of espionage, seduction, and secrecy by The Red Room alongside Natalia Romanoff, her best friend, and literal partner in crime. But before she can redeem herself and join S.H.I.E.L.D, she is kidnapped by The Weapon X program where she is subsequently held captive and tortured for years until her dormant mutation finally forms. Now free, she has been recruited by Tony Stark to join their team of misfit heroes, but what happens when she stumbles upon some familiar faces?
Warnings: Fluff, angst, smut, enemies to lovers
Last update on this fic: 23/04/21
Oneshots:
You’re Mine -
The reader has had enough of Bucky’s behaviour and puts him in his place.
Warnings: slight dom!reader, slight sub!bucky, rough sex
You are everything to me || Mini series - (request) 1, 2
The reader feels her love for Bucky is unrequited but is it really?
Warnings: angst, fluff and pure smut.
Take It -
Bucky sees you in some new leggings.
Warnings: PWP, breeding and daddy kink.
I'll never let anyone hurt you -
You have important news to tell Bucky, but you're not sure how he'll take it.
Warnings: smut, fluff, angst, pregnancy, breeding and daddy kink
A/N: more marvel characters and other fandoms to come.
You’ve been in love with Bucky Barnes since the moment you laid eyes on him. That was five years ago, when your older sister brought him home for a Sunday lunch and introduced him as her boyfriend.
You spend an unforgettable night with Sebastian Stan. One that would completely change your life. Three years later, Sebastian shows up at your doorstep to find that you both made more than just good memories that night.
Warnings: DUBCON ELEMENTS, SMUUUUUUT, religion kink, virgin kink, authority kink, degradation kink, praise kink, age gap, ohhhhh the list goes on y’all been here long enough
A/N: I have nothing to say for myself this time im sorry
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Obi-Wan feels like he’s going to be sick.
Dinner in the grand hall was difficult enough, forking down mouthfuls of expensive food he’s sure was absolutely marvelous, if he could’ve tasted it. The s’Ziscari clearly splurged on the celebrations—expensive food, expensive decor, expensive everything, down to the silk napkin he studied and fiddled with under the table as he awkwardly waited for you to finish your plate.
He felt uncomfortable, absolutely. He’s felt uncomfortable ever since he shuffled into this blasted, Maker forsaken robe not long after he left your quarters earlier.
Not black, no. Not like yours. Not like what appears to be an overwhelmingly vast majority of the people he’s encountered so far this dreadful evening.
Going to be doing a NSFW ABC list for Bucky with links to each item mentioned so here is a taster -
The bolded lines are where the linked fics will go that offer a one shot or series based on the ABC drabble. There is already a fic linked in the example below ! woo!!!!
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hey hun 💘 i just love your writing sm!! and the way you write smut is actually perfect, i’m obsessed 😭 for a request, do you think you could do something that’s bucky x plus sized reader? and she’s like feeling insecure during their *first time* together, and he just shows her all the love and affection she deserves? so like smutty, but really sweet, i would actually just melt 🥺 i just love bucky and you write him so well ❤️ but, the details are really up to you. thanks, love!
hey cutie! i know this has been chilling in my inbox for a minute so i got some lengthy goodness under the cut for you. thank you so much for the sweet words and im so damn happy to finally give this to you. along with some good 90's r&b, "pov" by ariana grande really carried me through this. i wont go on a rant on how damn beautiful that song is but guys...
now onto it.
pairing: bucky barnes x reader; bucky barnes x fem!reader
word count: 5.4k
warnings: smut (unprotected -- but wrap it before you tap it yall), suggestive language, swearing, body insecurity, body images issues, difficult relationship with food.
minors dni. you will be blocked.
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Bucky was juggling a very, full bag of Chinese takeout while patting his pockets for his keys when he first saw you. He had just moved into his own apartment and was having a hard time getting adjusting to actually having to remember to take his keys everywhere he went. Honestly, he was used to almost free-balling his explorations in New York – his phone would be close to dying, an unlimited Metro Card shoved in his pocket (monthly gifts from Sam because he didn’t know how to work the damn machine) and carried a few bills. So, the fact that he had to actually remember to carry those three things and keys to his front door needed some getting used to.
So, there he was on a cooler Thursday night really trying hard to not to drop his chow mein as he checked all his pockets.
He heard a tiny little grunt and ‘shit, don’t fall’ to his right which made him whip his head to see what the hell what was going on. You skipped and tripped your way from the elevator, with a lamp that was much taller than you. With one hand on the shade and another hugging the base as you hugged it close to you, the front door seemed a ways away. You were practically waddling all the way to the front door, right next to Bucky’s.
Bucky had to take a double-take. Your cute face and soft arms peeked around the gigantic lamp and his brain did this short circuit thing where he couldn’t decide what his next move needed to be. He really should help you but he also could not stop staring at you. When you set the lamp down with a thud on your flower-print Welcome! mat, Bucky sprang into action.
“Uh-hi-Sorry. Do you need a hand?” He set down his food, which he probably should have done a while ago, and took a step towards you. When you didn’t respond and were taking your time flipping for what he assumed was your apartment key through a ridiculous number of keychains, Bucky cleared his throat but didn’t come any closer to realizing he was there.
You still hadn’t unlocked your door and Bucky waited until he noticed little white little buds in your ears. He watched a little more closely and saw that you were mumbling something and then you startled him when you yelled out ‘CAUSE YOU’LL ALWAYS BE MY BABY!”
“Fuck!” Bucky practically yelled which made you look over at him with a hand clutched to your chest.
“Holy shit, dude. How long have you been standing there?” You laughed. The apples of your cheeks all pump and cute almost made Bucky melt right there. You popped an earphone out and shoved it in the pocket of your jeans.
Bucky cleared his throat again,” Sorry,” He weakly smiled,” I just was seeing if you needed any help.”
“I’m okay. Thank you though.” You grinned this big genuine, smile and went back to your keys, finding the pink-painted one for your apartment. You popped it in the lock and swung open the door. Your frame disappeared into the apartment for a minute before your cute, full arms stuck out and snatched the lamp out of the hallway. Bucky laughed at that – it almost looked as if you kidnapped the furniture. But then remembered what he was doing before he was distracted by your presence – looking for his keys. He patted his pockets again and decided then and there that he’d needed to pick the lock.
He bent down to his knees to inspect the lock, staring hard, not even noticing that you had come back outside.
“I don’t need to call the police, do I?”
Bucky sputtered out nonsense trying his best to explain that he just moved in and was really bad about keeping up with his belongings when you cut him off.
“-I was just joking,” You giggled,” I know Martin moved out. I see you on the fire escape sometimes,” You took a few steps towards him,” Hi, neighbor.”
“Hi,” Bucky sighed in relief.
“Come on,” You turned around walking to your front door,” You can climb through your own window by climbing out of mine.”
That’s what you told Bucky was your “meet-cute” as you guys started hanging out a little often after that official introduction. You had caught him on the fire escape late one night a few days after that, staring at the sky when you decided to join him. You had these cheetah print biker shorts and oversized tee-shirt on which made Bucky’s body run warm. A paintbrush stuck in your locs to hold them up and a lollipop hanging out your mouth. Bucky thought you were the perfect vision of beauty. Thick thighs and a big smile, you didn’t say anything for a moment, just looking down at the street below you. A few people jogged with babies, both human and canine. Bucky just observed you while you stayed silent.
Then his brain did that short circuit thing again but this time with what he should say. Unfortunately, he didn’t have time to control his mouth and he said something quite abruptly.
“You’re beautiful.”
Bucky could see your eyes widen. Plucking the lollipop out your mouth, you turned to look at him with those big eyes.
“Thank you,” Butterflies were swarming your stomach and you started tapping your toes against the metal of the fire escape.
“Yeah,” Bucky nodded,” Yeah. You’re welcome.” It was silent again aside from the slight tapping your toe ring made with the steel. Then you stood up and sat closer to him. You fumbled with the flat pockets of your shorts before handing out a lollipop to Bucky. He smiled at your palm and took the candy from you.
“I own the café down the way on our street. Corner of 2nd—Well, my mom and I own it but that’s beside the point- You should stop by sometime. Have a cup of coffee on me. I’ll take my break when you come. We can, yeah. We can talk.” You rushed the words out as if you were going to run out of time before getting it out. Bucky understood every word and nodded as he unwrapped his lollipop.
“I’d like that.”
“I work every other morning. Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, Sundays…”
Bucky laughed,” Ah, that explains why I hear Amy Winehouse at 7am those other days…”
“I’m so sorry,” You peeped, embarrassed,” I’m just so used to the routine and I play her when I’m opening up and- “
“It’s fine,” Bucky looked back up at the sky,” I like her. My friend taught me how to Shazam or whatever…” He looked back over at you,” You made me like her.”
So, you continued to play Amy Winehouse for him those mornings, eventually inviting him to join you for a coffee in your apartment while you showed him, other artists. Bucky stopped by the café sometimes. The first time, he was a nervous wreck who knocked over the sugar display people plucked Splenda from. Bucky enjoyed seeing you in the habitat—usually in jeans that fit just right – but interacting with people, being this fun pastry connoisseur that wasn’t snobby about it. He loved seeing you in the morning. You were full of optimism and smiles. He especially liked it when those mornings were in your apartment, away from everyone so all his focus, all his energy, was all on you.
One of those mornings spent in your apartment, Bucky laid a big, beautiful, first kiss on you. You had on this soft two-piece set that really showed the curves and outlines of your whole body. You had picked and fussed about it in the mirror before Bucky got there but when your doorbell rang, you didn’t have much time to change. You threw on a zip-up hoodie to cover up the rolls the set expose of your back and hiked up the pants a little higher to hide away your belly. Bucky still noticed you – how sexy you were, how the set expose a bit of your cleavage, and how the cotton did justice to those hips he wants to grab on. Bucky had to pick up his jaw from the floor, unaware of just how uncomfortable you were when you opened the door.
But Bucky began to notice.
You kept tugging up your pants and pulling down any fabric you could. You didn’t eat any of the doughnuts Bucky had brought from your favorite spot in the city. Bucky can make an absolute fool out of himself in front of you but he wasn’t an idiot. He could tell your nervous energy, your little ticks, all had to do with your appearance at the moment. Bucky wasn’t blind – you weren’t this flat stomach, size 2. You held weight in different places all over your body and Bucky appreciate every single part of you. So, when you fidgeted, trying to cover up your body around him and played around with your food, Bucky could sense what was going on here.
“You okay?” You had kind of space out while picking the sprinkles off your doughnut. Bucky called out your name and laid a hand on your thigh. You blinked out of wherever you were and looked over at him, giving you a curious look,” You okay, sweetheart?”
You nodded, swallowing,” Yep. I’m good.” You dusted off your hands and turned your attention back to him,” So, what were you saying? Something about the Bryant Park stop.”
Bucky swung his legs off the stool and stood up. His frame towered over you. Following his every move, you watched him take your chin in his metal hand and rub his thumb across your skin.
“Wasn’t important…” Bucky took his place between your legs, allowing you to slowly shift them open to welcome him,” You look beautiful this morning, sweetheart. I forgot to tell you that.” Bucky was being all smooth and sexy but his heart was going to beat of his chest. Your mouth was dry, your body warm, anticipating something as he lowered his eyes to your lips.
“I’m sure it was.” You whispered, kind of ignoring the compliment.
Bucky grinned,” Not really.” He leaned down to kiss you on the cheek first. You couldn’t help but let a little protest leave your mouth which Bucky laughed at. He then kissed the tip of your pierced nose, looking at you with halfway open hazed eyes,” I think I found something that needs more of both of our attention.” He took your lips against his. Heat rose up from your toes to your face, reeling in the electricity your connected lips made happen. Soft, wet movements of your lips were fiery and passionate and you could feel yourself get lost in it.
Bucky was a great kisser.
He really took his time closing and opening his mouth against yours, feeling all the softness of your lips. Your fingers clenched before attaching themselves to his arms, to press yourself closer to him. Bucky moaned a little at that, appreciating just how much he could feel you want to kiss him. He moved his hands to your thighs, only to shift them upward to your hips, grabbing and squeezing your flesh.
“Beautiful girl,” He said between kisses. You moved your hands to wrap around his neck, wanting him to be as close as humanly possible,” Be mine?”
Well, who could say no to that?
You liked to kiss Bucky a lot after that.
All the time, really.
Whenever you got the chance.
He would visit you at the café a little more and lean to kiss you over a plate of Black and White Cookies. You’d ride the subway together almost every weekend to just go see something different about the City and would make out on the empty carts on the ride back.
You were all his. Bucky was definitely all yours.
So, when you moved further along in your relationship when your prayers were not only to keep Bucky safe from his nightmares but also to keep you from pouncing on him before you both were ready. You loved kissing him and the places your thoughts would roam around at night solidified that you wanted Bucky.
Again, Bucky wasn’t stupid. When your kisses got a little too deep and his hands squeezed the places you were most insecure about, you squirmed a little and gave him a few pecks to break the hot embrace.
He had noticed the snide comments at yourself about how you looked in a particular outfit or how on some dates, you’d push your food aside and blame it on not being all the hungry. Bucky noticed it all. All he could do was tell you how beautiful you are in random moments, tell you how good you looked, tell you that he’d give you a good foot rub if you ate all your dinner. Bucky was a great boyfriend. He was a good person.
He made you smile like crazy.
“This is so sweet, baby. So, silly. Thank you,” You gushed. The time between you and Bucky had passed quickly and before you knew it, Bucky was someone you gave your apartment key to, even if he could just use the fire escape.
“You like it, sweetheart?”
“I love it.” You kicked off your sneakers and hung up your purse before padding your way to the fort set in your tiny living room. Your cardigan smelled faintly of espresso and lemon squares, so you tugged at it before laying it across the couch.
The fort was comprised of pillows, blankets, and sheets you had never seen before. You were sure Bucky made an expensive trip to Bed, Bath & Beyond just for this.
Bucky would spend a million more dollars just to see this look on your face.
Fairy lights were strung up some way with that big, smart brain of his and candles were perfectly lit and set around the apartment to add to the yellow glow.
You felt tears well up,” My God, Bucky. This is so sweet-you are so perfect.”
“Brought one of my hoodies for you. I know you like to snuggle in those.” Bucky said. Then you noticed how dressed down your boyfriend was. Sweatpants, baggy shirt, slippers. He thought this all through. He made this all happen.
You were definitely going to cry.
“So, get changed and meet me back here for Just My Luck.”
“Oh, my gosh, the washing machine scene.” You beamed. It was one of those average movies that you loved so much and have tried to convince Bucky so many times to watch it with you. He always refuses by saying “You always love shitty movies, baby.”
You moved quick, stripping down from your café clothes in your bathroom and throwing on Bucky’s hoodie. You decided on some high-waisted leggings to hold some in and smooth some out and a pair of fuzzy socks. When you made your way back into the living room, Bucky stuck a Red Vine in his mouth and gathered up a tray full of snacks.
“Pizza’s already in the fort,” He smiled and waited for you to walk over to him. You couldn’t help but lean up to kiss him on the lips, candy in the way and all. He snorted into your face and called you a silly girl.
“I’m so glad this makes you happy, sweetheart.” Oh, you were so damn happy. You could not stop smiling. You led the way to the fort, sitting back on your legs as you patiently waited for Bucky. He handed you the snacks, grinning wide at your big, happy eyes.
The scent of the pizza wafted through your nose and when Bucky was all comfortable and opened the box, your favorite toppings graced your eyes.
You sat down the tray and your brain calculate back to what you had eaten today. A slice of pizza wasn’t ideal if you wanted to lose those few pounds-
“Don’t do that,” Bucky said softly. Water collected in your tears ducts. You didn’t want to ruin this,” Don’t do that, beautiful. I know I can’t make you love that gorgeous body of yours but I’m going to damn well try my hardest. Don’t do that, baby. Be here with me. Don’t pull away from me.”
You contemplated it.
You knew Bucky wasn’t going to relent,” Maybe,” You sniffled,” Just a slice.”
“We can start there. I can’t tackle all this by myself.” Bucky’s hand reached to the nape of your neck and pulled you into a kiss,” You’re so perfect, Bunny. You know, that right?” You nodded into the kiss, trying to appease him and move on so you wouldn’t cry too much.
“Let me hear you say it,” Bucky whispered,” Hmm, let me hear you say it.”
You gave giggly sobs,” I’m perfect.”
“So, perfect,” Bucky pecked your lips,” My Bunny.” Bucky let you go with a few more smacks on the lips and let you cuddle into a body pillow, the food lying between you.
You don’t know where Bucky got it, but there was a perfect stand for his laptop at your feet. Sam tried had to show Bucky how to set up a Netflix and Hulu account and how to navigate the platforms. It wasn’t like Bucky was an idiot right, but your boyfriend thought the whole thing was so damn annoying. So, Sam, like the goodfella he is, just added a profile on his own accounts and named them Grandpa James.
Bucky didn’t know how to change it. You laughed way too hard at it to show him.
The big party scene of the movie took of the screen when you took your first bite of pizza. It was delicious – gooey, cheesy, a little tangy. Your eyes were so fixated on the big kiss, that you couldn’t see it but Bucky was smiling while he gnawed at some saltwater taffy.
You didn’t give in to the urge of another slice and just popped back a few pieces of popcorn.
“Okay, he literally got his body lifted into the air by that car and he’s okay. That’s not luck. He might be a goddamn super-solider.” Bucky grumbled.
“He’s lucky now!”
Bucky grabbed another slice of pizza for himself,” He’s B-class Steve Rogers.” You could feel a little sadness roll off of him when he finished that sentence. You let it settle into the space before turning your head to your boyfriend. He gave you a small smile.
“Don’t give me that look.” He said. He took a little wet wipe and napkin that came with the pizza to clean his hands as best he could.
You furrowed your eyebrows,” What look?”
Bucky scoffed.
“The one where you round out those big, cute eyes and look like you want to cradle me like a baby.”
“Bucky,” You closed the top of the pizza and crawled over to nuzzle yourself close to him. You put your face close to his,” I want to do that all the time.”
“Crazy woman,” He kissed you, tasting your coco-vanilla chapstick and a bit of pizza. He was definitely not complaining. There was a light fresh scent to Bucky, smelling of a shower he took not soon before you got here.
Bucky straightened out his lean on the stack of pillows behind him and beckoned you closer.
“Any closer, I’ll be on your lap.”
“Exactly.” He grinned and tapped his thighs,” Come here, sweetheart.” He said when he noticed your hesitation. You were still for a moment and then Bucky’s hand caressed the small of your back. The material of his hoodie was pushed closer to you and you could feel the slight indents of his fingers. Swallowing down nothing, you swung a leg over his lap, a little unsteady. Bucky kept you balanced,” That’s it.”
One. Two. Three small kisses were shared before Bucky took control. Your mouth melted into his, the sound of a rock song from the movie fading away from your senses. Bucky kept his hand on your back and the other on the side of your face.
You grinded down into his lap, surging a hardness, hotness, from Bucky who groaned into an open mouth kiss. You felt it. You loved this intimacy but you felt the darkness of your insecurities start to creep up your spine when Bucky lifted up his hoodie a bit. You shivered into his embrace and almost began pulling away when Bucky started speaking,” You okay, sweetheart? We don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. I’d be happy with your pretty self just sitting in my lap.”
You don’t know what came over you, but hearing him say that made relief, magic, happiness, and relief spread all over your body. You couldn’t pinpoint all the feelings but you knew that you wanted to feel this closeness with Bucky. You wanted it from him. You especially wanted it for yourself.
You pulled yourself closer to him and scratch at the nape of his neck. Your lips were pressed against his neck, nipping and biting at his warm flesh. His hands immediately went to your ass. A throaty moan and squeeze of your flesh sounded off when your teeth gave a slight burn to his skin. Bucky’s mouth was hung open, eyes rolled back when your core grinded against his crotch.
“I’m- We gotta move the fuckin’ food.” Bucky choked. You giggled into his neck and released yourself from him. When your palms rested on his shoulders, Bucky gave a small kiss to your fingers, looking at you through his eyelashes,” A goddamn vision, you are.” That was all he said before moving from under you, easily tossing you over and throwing the snacks on top of the pizza box. He neatly and slowly pushed all the perishables out of the fort space before he perished himself. You saw a juice box tilt over when he shut the laptop and pushed the whole setup out the way but decided the mess could be cleaned up later.
“I’m nervous, Bucky.” You admitted. He hovered over you, dog tags swinging back and forth from your eyesight,” I want this. I really do. But I don’t want you to see me and not like it.”
Bucky leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.
“I don’t think there’s a part of you that I wouldn’t like.” He said against your lips,” Hmm? You understand that, right? Every single fuckin’ part of you – even the parts I haven’t seen. I know I love them.”
You knew Bucky wanted an answer when hovered still and leaned up a little.
“Yes. Yes, I know that.”
“Okay,” Bucky kissed you again,” What would you like to do, Bunny? What would you like me to do to you?” His lips ghosted over your chin and down your neck.
“Where would you like me to touch you?” He asked like it wasn’t the most sinful and obvious thing.
You choked a moan,” Can you take your shirt off, please?” You squeaked out. He rested his knees on either side of your hips and taking his metal hand, he palmed his hardness and grunted. When he began pulling at his shirt, you couldn’t get past what he had just done.
“Do that again.” You demanded. It was a weak demand but one, nonetheless. He gave you a smirk and did it again. His joggers left little for the imagination. He gripped the print of his cock and coughed out another grunt.
“Fuck, you are so hot.” You gushed. Your boyfriend laughed again and went for his shirt. Both of his hands pulled up the cotton material, unleashing a smooth chest and defined muscles. You gulped at how lean he was both in awe and insecurity for yourself. You tried to push it down, and just admire the person in front of you.
But Bucky is so aware, it’s ridiculous.
He raked his hair back with his fingers and leaned down to kiss you,” You are so fuckin’ beautiful, sweetheart. Let me see that beautiful body. You gonna let me have a look at that most gorgeous body in the world?” Butterflies swarmed your stomach before giving him a small nod. He toyed with the high waistband of your leggings, having to push up the hoodie on your frame. That allowed him to see the contour of your stomach in the stretchy material. Smoothing a quick palm over your stomach before leaning down to kiss at your belly button area.
“Let me know if you want me to stop,” Bucky whispered. You could only reply with a weak ‘okay’ when his hands began pulling down your leggings. There some of it was. Exposed. Here. In Bucky’s face. Nerves started to bubble up down your neck and you could have almost sobbed when Bucky started speaking.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous.”
You had to lift your ass a little for Bucky to be able to get the pants down your legs. Your underwear went along with them and so did your fuzzy socks. You pulled the hoodie down a bit when Bucky was focused on getting the bundle of material off of you. When he came back to meet your eyes, you could tell he noticed but didn’t push it further other than saying,” You okay?”
All you could do was nod.
With his metal hand, he grabbed one of your ankles and slowly lifted it to his lips before making his way down to the inside of your thighs. Bucky used his flesh hand to grab a handful of your hip, tugging and feeling it.
“You’re so sexy. Sexy girl. My sexy girl.” He raved. You wanted to shut your legs when his eyes took in your core but he was holding you tightly.
“You want to show me the rest of you, sweetheart? Wan’ show me those tits I have fuckin’ dreams about?”
“Bucky.” He licked a stripe up your folds, still holding your leg out so he could get a sweet angle. You grabbed the bottom of the hoodie when Bucky looked up at you. Seeing his face so close to your pussy, so full of lust made you act fast. You were able to pull it off pretty effortlessly by leaning up a little. Your breasts hung out a little, a little low. You’d think you had a centerfold rack with the way Bucky looked at you.
“Fuck, I knew you weren’t wearing a bra,” Bucky cried,” I can’t wait to make you feel good.” He dove back down, attaching his mouth to your core, licking and sucking your sweetness.
“Sweet like fuckin’ candy. Jesus Christ.” His voice muffled a bit but you could still understand him. Sensual laps, long gulps his face stayed buried in your core. He was able to reach a hand up to squeeze one of your tits and your hands pulled at his short hair, trying your best not to lose control.
You moaned louder, Bucky’s licks got wetter. That man knew how to eat pussy and he knew how to do it well.
“I want you to come on my tongue. I want this perfect fuckin’ pussy to give me some cum.”
He groaned and swirled tongue inside of you,” You think you could do that for me?” Your reply was frail, barely escaping your lips. You were close. So, close.
He shot his tongue deeper, pulling a loud whimper out of you. His tongue. His lips. His hands. A warm sensation is released from you. It was hard. It was quick and you felt all your limbs tense and relaxed in a matter of seconds.
“Oh fuck, yeah. That’s what I’m talkin’ about.” Bucky groaned, tasting your release,” The most delicious fuckin’ pussy. The most perfect girl.” Bucky let his tongue clean you up before standing up as best he could in the small space. Your vision was hazy and your mind was nearly blank as you watched him rid himself of his joggers.
The sweats were gathered in his hands and yanked down quickly. His cock stood to attention, his briefs pulled down with the rest of his clothes.
“Bucky, shit, Fuck,” You stuttered,” You’re huge.”
He kicked off the bottoms and quickly kneeled back down between your legs.
“You can take it right, baby? My gorgeous girl can take it? Take what’s hers…” He trailed off as he began pumping himself slowly. You wouldn’t be surprised if drool was sliding down your chin at the sight of Bucky.
He was so focused on you, jerking himself off with full eye contact.
You just spread your legs wider.
“You were made for me,” Bucky uttered. Leaning over you, he pumped a few more times and lined himself up,” Oof-Condom.”
“Birth control,” You cried,” Bucky, please.”
He pushed in slowly,” Fuckin’ made for me- Are you kidding?” You could tell he was holding back a bit, easing himself into you,” You’re so tight, sweetheart. Such a tight fuckin’ pussy. Fuck.” He breathed out,” You’re perfect.”
The stretch and burn were magical at the same time. Bucky was right – you were made for him. You didn’t know you could feel this good.
“I love this pussy. I love this body. I love you.” He groaned with a few slow strokes,” You are flawless. I’m the luckiest man in the world.” His pushes started to become more frequent when you clawed at his back.
“Mmmguh,” You were speaking gibberish. His thrusts were delicious, hitting a pleasure that overtook your whole body,” So guh…”
Bucky hiked one of your legs around his back, pushing deeper and exploring deeper. You leaned back a little so he could thumb at your clit, circling the little nerves right into an oncoming orgasm.
“Tell me how perfect you are.” He bid, helping you chase your release of pleasure,” Tell me that you’re perfect.”
“I’m,” Bucky drove sharp, hitting that spot, making you feel almost too full. You gasped out, choking,” I’m perfect.”
“That’s right,” He palmed a tit,” You’re a fuckin’ gift. The most beautiful creation.” Bucky speed back up and got a moan from you with every jerk of his lips. Until he slowed down to a stop and a full release from you. You cried, reaching for him, wanting him to make you full again.
“Get on your hands and knees for me, baby. I want to see every last drop of you,” He said. With little strength you had left, you flipped over with a little of Bucky’s help. You steadied yourself and let Bucky grab your hips. Hips that are a huge insecurity of yours that are now being used to bring you to a high you loved.
Bucky pushed back in. A new angle. A new fullness. You whimpered out and let your head fall down,” Uh un. You take what I give you, right. What’s designed for you.” He said before grabbing the back of your neck to urge you to hold your head upright. You gathered yourself and let your head fall back.
“You’re gonna let me have this pussy forever, huh?”
His thrusts hit harder. The skin-to-skin contact sounding above any of the noise around you,” Fuck, Bucky. Yes.” Your tits bouncing back and forth, tears in your eyes. You knew what was coming,” Forever.”
“I feel it, baby. Come for me…”
Your pussy clenched around him, ushering a groan out of his mouth.
“Give me that fuckin’ cum. You’re gonna come for me.” A strong drive made white-hot fireworks burst behind your eyes and you felt it explode in your stomach. You gasped loudly, cried louder, and let yourself clench and release all over Bucky’s cock.
His followed soon after, warm spurts of cum filling you up.
” Sweetheart, my Sweetheart. Fuck!”
You were both breathing heavily for a minute before Bucky pulled out of you, come plopping right out of your hole with him.
He rubbed your back for a moment, letting you come down before getting himself out of the fort. He returned quickly with a warm washcloth and a glass of water, cleaning you up once you sat up against a stack of pillows. You took a sip of water as you watched him – or more his cock sway as he moved things back in the fort.
“You’re gonna need to recharge, Bunny. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
Bucky Barnes x reader (newly established relationship)
Summary: Bucky learns his girl has a praise kink and a certain word slips her mouth.
warnings : pure smut, praise kink, oral sex, fingering, you know the goods and all that! Use of the word ‘Daddy’ and ‘bunny’ as a nickname. That’s it i think.
A/N; NOT PROOF READ!!!! this is definitely not as good as I would’ve liked it to be. I had written it all out on a horny and hurried whim but i accidentally deleted it </3 However, I loved the concept so much I had to rewrite it lol. Oh and this idea came to me because let’s just say i almost passed out in the shower because the shower head absolutely fucking rocked my shit. So uh, yeah, if you are a person who has a clitoris, I highly recommend the shower head.
Bucky wanted –no, needed to know what it was that made you drip wet between your thighs, what made your eyes roll into the back of your head, what made your toes curl, what made your knees bend in weakness. He had only been your boyfriend for so long and he was already achingly desperate to make you cry out his name in ecstacy.
His tongue swipes over yours and he sucks on your bottom lip harshly. You’re sitting on your bathroom’s countertop, next to the sink, with your legs open and Bucky standing between them. His hands squeeze your hips and you impulsively inch closer to him, pressing your crotch to his. He continues to kiss you passionately and you weave your fingers into his hair, pulling on it just a little.
“Good girl” he whispers when he breaks apart from your lips to gasp for air, but it’s not long before his mouth clashes against yours again, his words eliciting a whimper from deep inside you.
A lightbulb goes off in Bucky’s head
“I wanna try something” he says
You simply look up at him innocently with big, awaiting eyes and it sends all of Bucky’s blood straight to his cock.
“Take off your clothes and get in the shower” he says. His tone is gentle, yet demanding.
You do as told wordlessly, his request sending shivers down your spine and you feel a pounding ache between your folds.
Bucky takes off his clothes as well and walks into the showe after you, turning on the water and making sure it’s the perfect temperature. Not too hot, not too cold.
He walks over to you and backs you up against the wall. His lips hovering only millimeters away from yours. You place your hands against his chest and his hand runs along the side of your body, leaving goosebumps in its wake. You feel exposed, vulnerable. You like it.
His hand wanders over to you pubic bone.
“This okay?” his eyes never leave yours as he brushes his fingers along your pussylips.
You merely nod, afraid that if you open your mouth a pathetic whimper might slip out.
“Talk to me, bunny” he says, bending over slightly to kiss the crook between your neck and your shoulder.
“Yes” you say, gulping. He grabs your left leg and hooks it around his hip. He strokes your entrance and you moan softly. He begins to circle his fingers around your clit and you arch your back impulsively
“F-fuck” your chest heaves up and down “fuck yes” your words resemble cries and pleas more than anything else.
He continues his gentle assault and you reach for his erection, but he catches your wrist.
“It’s about you today, dollface” be circles your clit faster and your lips part.
He pulls his fingers away and you exhale in disappointment “please” you beg “don’t tease me”
He brings up his two slick covered fingers up to your mouth, ignoring your desperation.
“Suck.” he demands.
You do so without a second thought, tasting your arousal on him.
“Good girl.” he says with his fingers still in your mouth. You grab onto his wrist and moan loudly.
Your shoulders deflate and you pout as he drops your leg from around hima and walks away. Bucky grabs the detachable shower head and sets it in massage mode.
“You’re such a perfect, good girl, aren’t you?” he says and you bite your lip and nod, pressing your thighs together in an attempt to soothe the painful need for him between your legs.
“Please” you beg
He hooks your leg around his hips once again and points the shower head towards your clit. The sensation immediately sends waves of electricity throughout your body. Your eyes close and you hold onto Bcuky’s hair for balance, clenching your fist.
Your mouth opens in a sharp intake of breath “oh!”
“F’-fuck me” you moan, the pleasure is blinding. Bucky’s erection becomes stronger, his cock standing straight up against his chest. He slightly shakes the shower in his hand, imitating a vibrating motion.
“Oh, Daddy!” the words escape your mouth before you can help it, but you’re too caught up in the pure ecstasy of pleasure to care. Bucky almost comes in the spot.
“Call me that again”
You have difficulty controlling your breathing, but you manage to open your eyes to look at him. His free hand goes up to your breast, kneading at it and then sucking on your nipple.
“Daddy!” you cry
“Fuck” he groans “you like that don’t you?”
He wiggles the showerhead again, from side to side and you feel yourself edge closer to your climax.
“Yes! Yes, Fuck yes”
Bucky stretches his arm closer to the shower handle and turns the water off. You whimper.
“I want you to come on my tongue, okay?”
“Yes” you say as he kneels and you weave your hands in his hair once again. He comes face to face with your pussy and puts your right leg on his shoulder. He presses kisses on the inside of your thigh gingerly and your hips buck up. He was edging you.
He laughs at your little hip buck “needy baby” he kisses your lips and then licks a strip up your pussy, lapping at you mercilessly. You moan and he sucks at your clit gently but violently.
“Come for me, bunny” he says, inserting his fingers into you and pumping in and out as he sucks on your cluster of nerves. You feel the pressure building up, the anticipation of your orgasm had built up inside of you so hard tears gather in your eyes.
“Fuck-fuck” you say in between exhales and suddenly your climax washes over you, all your senses become numb as you roll your hips against Bucky’s tongue and fingers. You scream and cry and moan in extreme pleasure, you can’t even form thoughts.
Bucky releases your leg from his shoulder and gets up. Your half lidded eyes and look of exhaustion in your face spur a need to take care of you in him.
“My perfect girl” he kisses you softly “let’s clean you up and take you to bed yeah?”
You nod with a hazy smile and barely open eyes.
…
Your head is laid in Bucky’s bare chest, the steady sound of his heartbeat making a lovely lullaby as he draws patterns on your back.
“So” he clears his throat. “Daddy, huh?”
“Oh god” you grumble. Turning away from him and covering your face with your hands in embarrassment
“Baby” Bucky turns on his side so his chest is pressed to your back.
“I don’t know where that came from I’m sor-”
“It was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard” he interrupts you, peppering kisses from your shoulder to your neck.
“And I wanna make you say those words and make those sounds again”
Word Count: 1,874 (I’ve rewritten this so many times I settled on this version)
Summary: Bucky teaches you how to drive! (…but not really)
Warnings: ***18+ ONLY, fluff, smut-ish (fingering), Bucky being a tease, anxiety mentions, can’t think of anything else but don’t hesitate to let me know!
Notes: I can’t drive and I feel like a burden because of this. For one I’m way too anxious, and two, my hands cannot grip and sometimes I can’t even move the lower half of my body. I have SLE, fibro, MCTD, and polymyositis. I can’t hold the steering wheel because my hands slip off very easily. I’ve only been behind the wheel twice and I’m 22. So this fic is sort of a way to comfort myself about it.
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“Look, I can ask Bucky to-”
“No!”
Sam Wilson drops a waffle and stares at you as if you’ve punted a toddler across a football field.
“Ask Bucky to what?” You hear from the entryway of your shared apartment. The door shuts behind a curious Bucky.
“She needs a ride to work tomorrow,” says Sam, still side eyeing you. He picks up the very waffle he dropped in his plate and brings a piece to his mouth.
“It’s fine,” you snap, sending a threatening glare at him. “I can walk.” You twirl a straw around in your cup of milk.
Sam snorts. “Walk? You do realize it’s 35 degrees outside?”
“So I’ll wear a sweater.”
