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Facials & First Impressions
Sebastian x Female!Reader
Sebastian Stan existing in the MCU like this brings me so much joy... Also this?
Good Morning JBB
Bucky & Female!Reader
Dreamcatcher
Bucky & Stark!Reader
They Can Wait
Bucky & Pregnant!Reader
Meet Me Behind the Dugout
Bucky x Female!Reader
Forever Mine
Dark!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader & Dark!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Bucky Barnes owns me... (Just my opinion on all things JBB)
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Playing the Long Game (WIP)
Playing the Long Game (WIP)
I guess that’s why they call him God
Forever Mine
Dark!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader & Dark!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Alpha!Ari
Alpha!Ari helps Beta!Jake get their Omega!Reader
Beta!Jake
Alpha!Ari helps Beta!Jake get their Omega!Reader
Kink thots after reading Barnes, Barnes, & Barnes by @imaginedreamwrite
Just a Dream
I wrote Sebastian Stan into my DR after this dream
Kinky Bucky Prompt
Bucky is thinking of you after leaving for a mission
Scenes with the same energy
Colin Shea & Mickey Henry
Halloween Party Bucky & Ari
Bucky plans the costumes this year
What to get Bucky for Christmas?
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Frank Help
Ugh, I just want to discuss Frank sometimes
Character thots
Helping others by discussing SS Characters
Seb Characters Ruin me pls
All of them, I want em all!
Rarely used characters
Harvard Hottie (Hayden), Carter Baizen, & Chris Beck
basement husbands
@river-soul gave some of us basement husbands and I made a bad deal and ended up with two... We called in some help and fixed things.
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Summary: You have wonderful news to share with Bucky and Alpine helps you.
Word Count: Almost 2.3k
Warnings: Established relationship, fluff, crying, pregnancy, mention of HYDRA, implied sex, POV shift (you, Bucky, and Alpine), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?)
A/N: Some sweetness to start off the week! @soelstress, thank you for the suggestion of the sign and letting me run with this.❤️ Beta read by the amazing @mumbles411, but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
The bedroom was close to silent when you woke, snow softly falling outside. It was the kind of winter morning that coaxed you to stay under the covers just a little longer and bask in the warmth of the man holding you. Turning your head, you smiled tenderly at the sight of Bucky sleeping, his mouth parted slightly and his hair loose around his face. His breaths were steady and gentle. It was beautiful to see him peaceful like this.
No missions. No nightmares. Just the sanctuary of your bedroom and home.
You brought a hand to his cheek, your wedding ring shining in the low light. He moaned low and pushed his cheek closer to your palm, seeking you out in his sleep. Some days, you still couldn’t believe that he was your husband and wanted to spend his life with you. It was a dream come true.
And your dream was only getting brighter.
“Love you, Bucky,” you breathed, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Both of us.”
His hand drifted seemingly on instinct to your stomach when you shifted and you held your breath. Did he know? Or did he at least suspect?
Bucky always said that you were beautiful, but he asked recently if you switched up something in your skincare routine. He noted that you had an extra glow. You played that off as lighting and a new vitamin, which wasn’t a lie since you started taking a prenatal.
He hovered more than usual, too, his brows furrowed whenever you mentioned feeling fatigued. He cancelled a few things so you could get more rest. You also caught him staring when certain smells made your nose wrinkle, and he quietly tossed the items out before you could ask.
Your husband always took care of you.
But did he know?
Either way, he’d find out soon enough since today was the day.
You somehow managed to slip free from his hold, which wasn’t an easy feat, and got out of bed. You didn’t want to wake him just yet. He deserved to dream sweet dreams for a bit longer.
“Hey, Alpine,” you whispered when you spotted her curled up near the front of the bed, a perfect ball of white fur. She blinked at you before she stood and stretched. She knew you needed her.
You tiptoed out of the room, the cat following with grace and purpose. A flutter of nerves filled your chest before it shifted to excitement. You couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face, the secret you carried ready to be shared.
The tiny chalkboard sat where you left it the night before. You’d lost count of how many times you wrote the message, erased it, and wrote it again, wanting it to be perfect. Picking it up with a shaky hand, you reread the message until the letters blurred together.
Mom & Dad are getting me a HUMAN!
Your stomach dipped and your hand flew to it.
Your baby.
You suspected you were pregnant when you missed your period, but you’d never forget the shock, happiness, and love that filled you when you saw the positive test. It had been real then, but it was sinking in just how real it was now, right on the edge of sharing the news with your husband. You and Bucky were already a family with each other and Alpine, but it was growing.
“Do you think I’d be a good dad?” he asked, his voice so small it put a crack in your heart.
“I know you’ll be a good dad if and when that day comes,” you answered, relief and love softening his eyes.
“When,” he said determinedly, his hand warm against your stomach. “When we have a baby.”
You smiled softly at the memory. You thought about how to share the joyous news until it made sense that Alpine should be the one to do so. She helped save Bucky in many ways before you came along and she accepted you as his partner without question. She would be a wonderful big sister to your baby.
“You ready?” you asked. She meowed and sat up straight, and you smiled as you placed the chalkboard around her neck. “Let’s go get your dad.”
Your eyes instantly filled with tears. Dad. He was already one to the beautiful creature in front of you, and soon to the baby you made together. You took a steadying breath, willing yourself not to dissolve into a blubbering mess.
Damn hormones. Thank God Bucky didn’t see you cry over that paper towel commercial the other day. How would you have explained that?
Alpine bumped her head gently against yours before she turned and strutted down the hall. You wiped your eyes and followed, your heart pounding in your chest when you stopped in the doorway. Bucky groaned when Alpine planted herself on his chest, and you held your breath as his eyes opened.
This was it.
“Al, what the hell?” he muttered, the sign swinging dangerously close to his face. You almost laughed before he sat up, careful not to knock his little partner-in-crime back. A flood of emotions crossed his face as he read the sign again. And again.
You exhaled because you had to. Was he happy? Was it his dream come true?
“Sweetheart…”
Bucky checked the sign again to make sure the words didn’t change to FEED ME or You forgot my treats again, Old Man. But they didn’t. He wasn’t dreaming. And he suddenly couldn’t breathe.
“Mom & dad are getting me a human,” he read out loud, his voice cracking.
You stepped into the room, your eyes brimming with unshed tears. There was so much love radiating from you. More than he ever thought he deserved.
“Is this…” He swallowed hard and got to his feet. He crossed the room in a few strides, grounding himself as he cupped your cheeks and searched your eyes for the answer he already knew. “Are you…”
“Yeah, Bucky. I’m pregnant.” You let out a watery laugh. “We’re having a baby.”
His heart cracked wide open.
He pulled you into his arms, holding you like you’d slip through his fingers if he let go. His lips found your forehead, your temple, your cheek. He felt your smile before he kissed your lips, and he couldn’t stop smiling either. The world had given him a special kind of happiness when you came into his life, and the world was blessing him once again.
A baby.
You were pregnant with his baby.
It all made sense now.
The glow he couldn’t quite place. The fatigue that hit you out of nowhere. The random smells that bothered you. And he didn’t mention it in case he was too hopeful, but his enhanced senses picked up that your smell was slightly different.
God, you were pregnant.
Of course, you were.
“I knew it deep down,” he whispered, kissing your lips again just because he could. “I knew something was different.”
It was everything he wanted and more.
You laughed softly again, a tear sliding from your eye. “You did?”
“Yeah.” His thumb swept across your cheek to catch it. “You were glowing, tired, and…” He cleared his throat when his voice broke again. “I just didn’t want to say it and it not be true.”
That would’ve devastated him.
HYDRA chipped away at Bucky’s humanity until there was almost nothing else left. He recovered, but he hadn’t dared to hope. Alpine helped him heal more, and then you came along and gave hope back to him. He loved again with his whole heart. And he quietly prayed that one day your family might expand because he wanted to be a dad to your child. Even if it never happened, loving you and Alpine would always be enough.
But you had just given him something precious.
You had given him more hope for tomorrow.
He exhaled and laughed, a sound torn between disbelief and awe. His hand drifted down and hovered over your stomach, almost afraid that he hadn’t earned the right to touch. “May I?” he asked.
You covered his hand with yours and guided it.
The moment it settled there, something inside him shifted permanently. It wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t something dangled in front of him just to be ripped away. It was real.
“I’m gonna be a dad,” he said barely above a whisper. “We’re gonna have a baby.”
Your smile made his heart swell.
He dropped to his knees and pressed the gentlest of kisses to your stomach. His baby was there. “I meant it when I said when and not if. I just…” He looked up at you, tears pricking his eyes. “I didn’t think I’d get this lucky.”
He wrapped his arms around you, his head pressing against your belly. For a moment, he thought he’d sob. He’d go to every single appointment and turn down any mission that would keep him away from you. He’d buy baby books and read every single one. And there was the spare room that he’d have to change into a nursery.
Alpine jumped off the bed with a meow, the sign still dangling around her neck. She batted his thigh with her paw, demanding some attention. She deserved it.
“You little sneak.” He picked her up and briefly pressed his face into her fur. “You knew before I did, didn’t you?”
She meowed smugly.
“You did great, Al,” he promised. “Really great.”
He chuckled and looked up at you. His wife, the love of his life, and the mother of his child. His chest ached with something beyond love and devotion, something he couldn’t name but felt with his entire being.
“This is the greatest gift you’ve ever given me, apart from saying ‘yes’ on our wedding day,” he said softly, setting the cat down and removing the sign with gentle care.
“It’s the greatest gift to me, too,” you said, making his heart full all over again.
“Al,” he said, a teasing smirk on his face. “Thank you again for your help, but you may want to give your mom and me a minute or two.”
Your eyes widened. “Bucky, what are you-”
He chuckled when he picked you up and carried you back to bed, something primal blending in with the love he felt. He wasn’t planning on letting you leave it for the rest of the day. Not when he had you to worship. Not when they had so much to celebrate.
“I love you,” he said, meant for both you and your baby.
“We love you, too, Bucky.” You gazed up at him and he fell in love with you all over again. “We love you, too.”
Alpine’s tail slowly swayed as her mom and dad finally settled back into bed. She left when the laughter and joy faded into soft breaths and noises not meant for her. She was certain it was that every act that changed everything.
She padded into the kitchen just as the timer went off, releasing food into her bowl. It was sufficient, but she fully expected a treat later for doing such a good job delivering the message. After that, she’d take a much deserved nap.
Oh, her dad and mom. They loved each other so much. Truly.
Her dad’s heart still thumped faster whenever her mom walked into a room. And her mom helped dad’s nightmares fade and made him smile again. They were a perfect match.
But, honestly, it took them long enough to figure out the good news.
She had known for weeks, long before the test and the chalkboard. Her mom’s scent changed, and so had her energy. Something on the television made her cry for no reason the other day. And her dad hovered more. He always did that when he loved something deeply.
Humans could be terribly oblivious creatures. But dad and mom were her humans. She wouldn’t change that for the world.
And soon, there would be another human in their home. A little brother or sister. Someone smaller. Louder. One who would grab her fur and cry at inconvenient hours.
She would allow it because this was her family.
She would supervise. She would guard the door during naps. And she would help her dad watch over and protect her mom until her sibling arrived and after.
Later, once the noise in the bedroom died down, she made her way back. Dad held mom close, their breathing slow and even now, his hand resting protectively on her stomach. They cried happy tears. She could tell.
She jumped on the mattress and curled up beside them, the air light and happy. She would demand her treat soon, but this was good for now. This was right.
And she was going to be an excellent big sister.
Bucky’s thumb traced a heart on your belly, your chest tight. You were going to cry all over again if you weren’t careful. “If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up,” he whispered.
“It isn’t a dream. It’s our life,” you whispered back, letting him pull you closer. “And it’s our miracle.”
He kissed your temple. “You’re the miracle,” he said, your heart skipping a beat.
Alpine purred in agreement.
Snow continued to fall outside, blanketing the world in beauty and quiet. Inside, surrounded by warmth and love, you, Bucky, and Alpine eventually drifted off to sleep. Your husband’s hand stayed on your stomach, protective and loving even while he rested. Your cat kept an open ear, also a guardian for your family. You’d make plans for the future tomorrow.
Today, you’d rest, let yourselves have this moment of love and peace and celebrate your growing family.
Oh, the happiness and tooth-rotting fluff we deserve. How protective will Alpine be as a big sister? And how will they announce it to the team? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
Pairing: Handyman!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Dark!Handyman!Bucky Barnes
Summary: A handyman helps you fix your cabinet and makes a lasting impression.
Word Count: Over 2.2k (Over 1.1k for soft!Bucky and over 1.1k for dark!Bucky)
Soft Warnings: Attraction, sweetness, tension, POV shift, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?)
Dark Warnings: Attraction, tension, stalking, stealing, mention of breaking and entering, POV shift, Bucky Barnes (still a warning, okay?)
A/N: Okay, lovelies! Inspired by a nonnie, welcome to "Good With His Hands" and a new style for me. I'm doing a "parallel" of similar scenes with different nuances and intentions, one with a soft and sweet Bucky and the other being darker. I hope you like it! Stan-tastic Association, this is for you! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Dividers by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Soft!Bucky
One of your cabinet doors came off a hinge. You had no idea how since you opened it like normal, and you also had no idea how to fix it.
A friend recommended someone named Bucky to take a look. She mentioned him once before in passing. Something about him being a living wet dream of a man disguised as a handyman, and even her husband said he was good looking.
“He’s one of the nicest guys I’ve ever met. Super reliable. Tell him I sent you,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows. “Plus he’s hot, and you’re single, so maybe you can act out one of those pornos.”
Your face went hot. Was she trying to set you up or at least get you laid?
Regardless, you reached out and set up an appointment. She wouldn't steer you wrong.
You were in for a shock when Bucky showed up right on time. You didn’t expect the “living wet dream” thing to be true, but your heart stopped the second you saw him.
The man made his tight white t-shirt look like a sin and his gentle smile looked like a piece of heaven. His toolbelt sat low on his hips like it lived there. He had a beard that would likely feel soft against your skin, eyes that matched the sky above you, and a muscular frame that you wanted on top of you like a weighted blanket.
“I'm Bucky,” he said softly, holding up his toolbox and wiping his boots on the welcome mat. “You needed help with your cabinet?”
“Yeah.” Why did you sound so breathy? “Come on in, Bucky.”
His smile softened more when he went in, careful not to crowd you, and removed his boots. He was very considerate.
“This way.” You led him to the kitchen, heat rolling up your neck since you felt his gaze on you. But you were probably imagining it.
He looked around your kitchen, taking in the small touches that you put in to help make it yours. “You have a nice home,” he said sincerely and you felt proud.
You gave him space when he crouched in front of the cabinet, carefully inspecting it to see what the issue was. “Looks like it just slipped out of place,” he said, giving you a wink. “Easy fix.”
The wink had you ducking your head and smiling. “Sorry I had to call you out here for that,” you said. It was such a small thing.
“Hey, hey. Please, don’t apologize.” He reached for a tool with an easy smile. “I’m happy to help.”
Bucky asked about you while he worked, like how long you lived there and if you liked the neighborhood. He seemed genuinely interested, which was nice.
“Not… seeing anyone?” he asked, wincing as soon as the words left his mouth. “Sorry I asked. That was-”
“No, it’s okay,” you assured him. He didn’t need to apologize. “I’m not seeing anyone.”
He let out a sigh of relief before you offered him a glass of water, which he accepted with a soft smile. “Thanks,” he whispered, closing his eyes as he drank it down.
Your heart raced when he handed you back the glass and licked the remaining droplets from his lips. You reminded yourself not to ogle him.
“I’m sorry, but would you mind if I used your bathroom?” he asked, an almost shy smile on his face. It disarmed you.
“Not at all. It’s just down the hall on the right,” you said, rinsing out his glass when he left. The gentle scent of his cologne lingered in the air.
He came back quickly and went right back to work. You weren’t aware that he memorized the soap in your bathroom since he liked the smell.
Once he finished fixing the cabinet, he didn’t rush to stand up. He tested the door carefully, making sure it would work properly for you. “Good as new.”
“Thank you so much,” you said, watching as he slowly grabbed his toolbox and rose to his feet. He looked like he didn’t want to leave.
“It was my pleasure.” He gestured with his free hand when you went to get your wallet. “Anything else I can help with?” he asked casually, but there was hope in his eyes.
“Not at the moment, but I appreciate it.” You wished you had an excuse to keep him there, but everything else was working.
Bucky couldn’t hide his disappointment when you paid him, and it was kind of flattering. “Well, if anything else gives you trouble, let me know.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Doesn’t even have to be big or important.”
You smiled since you had a feeling he wasn’t talking about home repairs. “Thanks,” you said, following him to the door.
You tried really hard not to stare at his backside when he put his boots back on, but damn. You almost hoped something would break so you’d have a reason to reach out.
He hesitated when he opened the door. “It was really nice meeting you,” he said, his voice warm and sincere. “I hope I see you again.”
“Me, too, Bucky.” You bit your lip when he smiled and turned away. You didn’t shut the door until you saw him get in his truck.
You shot your friend a message. “Okay, he really is a walking wet dream. And he did a great job. Thanks!”
You giggled and hugged your phone to your chest. That man wasn’t leaving your mind anytime soon.
Bucky couldn’t keep the smile off his face as he relaxed in his seat. Something had shifted inside him when you opened your front door and it spread through him like a steady current that he didn’t want to fight.
He wasn’t the kind of man to believe in love at first sight, but maybe he had been wrong. His heart couldn’t help but race faster as he let that wash over him.
You were so beautiful and kind. He couldn’t believe you were single, but he was glad for that since it gave him hope.
He knew he’d be good to you if you gave him a chance. Sure, he didn’t have a glamorous job, but that didn’t mean he didn't know how to treat a woman.
He’d have to message your friend and thank her for the recommendation. He wasn’t sure if you two would’ve ever met if not for her, but he liked to think that fate or something would’ve stepped in somehow and brought you together.
Taking his phone from his pocket, he searched for that soap and thought about just how quickly he’d see you again.
“I hope I see you soon,” he whispered. He really did.
Dark!Bucky
One of your cabinet doors came off a hinge, and you had no idea how. You didn’t know at the time that he did.
A friend recommended someone named Bucky to take a look. He mentioned him once in passing. Something about serving together in the army and how Bucky saved him.
“He’s great at that stuff. He’ll take care of you. You won’t regret it,” he promised, smiling sheepishly. “And not to make it awkward since I don’t even really know how it came up, but he saw a photo of us weeks ago and I may have said that you’re single.”
You frowned a little. He wasn’t trying to set you up, was he?
In any case, you reached out and set up an appointment. What did you have to lose?
You were in for a shock when Bucky showed up five minutes early. Your friend may have forgotten to mention how devastatingly handsome he was, or maybe he withheld that on purpose.
The white t-shirt stretched across his broad chest and shoulders like it was painted on and his smile didn’t reach his eyes, but it was beautiful nonetheless. His toolbelt hung heavy on his hips like it was part of him. He had a beard that you imagined would leave behind a delicious burn, eyes that reminded you of a beautiful storm, and a muscular frame that could crush you if you let him.
“I'm Bucky,” he said gruffly, holding up his toolbox and letting his gaze briefly drift past you into your home. “I’m here to help with your cabinet.”
“Yeah.” Why did your voice sound so small? “Come on in, Bucky.”
His eyes flickered to your lips before he went in, almost brushing against you, and removed his boots. It was kind of him to do that.
“This way.” You led him to the kitchen, your breath catching since he was practically on top of you. But you were probably imagining it.
He looked around your kitchen with an observant eye, and you didn’t realize he had already seen it and had catalogued where everything was. “You have a nice place,” he said quietly and you had to agree with that.
You gave him space when he crouched in front of the cabinet, the one he messed with a few days before when you were out of the house. “Looks like it slipped,” he said casually, turning his attention to you with a penetrating stare. “Shouldn’t take me long to fix.”
His stare had you ducking your head, the intensity of it making your head spin. “Sorry I had to call you out here for that,” you said. It was such a small thing.
“Don’t apologize.” He grasped a tool without glancing at it. “I like that I’m needed.”
Bucky was mostly quiet while he worked, but his eyes went to you when he asked just how long you lived there. He seemed curious without being nosy, which was nice.
“Not seeing anyone?” he asked, but he looked at you like he knew the answer. “Sorry if that’s too forward.”
“No, it’s fine,” you assured him. It was a simple question. “I’m not seeing anyone.”
He nodded, satisfied, before you offered him a glass of water, which he accepted with a slow smile. “Thanks,” he whispered, his eyes on you as he drank it down.
Your heart pounded when he handed you back the glass and deliberately ran his tongue along his lips. You told yourself not to stare.
“You mind if I used your bathroom?” he asked, the corner of his lip tugging like he was trying not to smile. It was endearing.
“Not at all. It’s just down the hall on…” you trailed off since he had already walked out. You shrugged and rinsed out his glass, the gentle scent of his cologne lingering in the small space.
He came back after a couple of minutes and went back to work without a word. You didn’t know he stole a pair of panties from your laundry basket.
Once he finished fixing the cabinet, he didn’t move right away. His fingertips brushed the door before testing it, which seemed to be working just fine. “Should be good now.”
“Thank you so much,” you said, watching as he grabbed toolbox with no sense of urgency and rose to his feet. He looked like he wanted a reason to stay.
“Sure thing.” His eyes did a slow sweep of the space when you went to get your wallet. “You don’t need help with anything else?” he asked, almost daring you to find something wrong so he could stick around.
“Nothing I can think of. I appreciate you checking.” You didn’t want to take up his time when he probably had others waiting.
Bucky didn’t seem disappointed when you paid him, and that reaction somehow made you feel disappointed. “Anything else breaks, you call me.” He stepped close enough to pick a piece of lint from your sleeve. “I’ll be here.”
You let out a breath and nodded, unsure if he was just talking about home repairs or something deeper. “Thanks,” you said, following him to the door.
You tried not to stare at his backside when he put his boots back on, but wow. You’d have to keep in mind if something else broke.
He paused when he opened the door. “Nice meeting you,” he said, his voice low and almost intimate. “I’m sure we’ll see each other again soon.”
“It was nice meeting you, too, Bucky.” You exhaled when he nodded and turned away. You didn’t shut the door until you saw him get in his truck.
You shot your friend a message. “Bucky is a little intense, but he did a great job. Thanks.”
You smiled to yourself and set your phone down. That man’s presence lingered and it wasn’t going away anytime soon.
Bucky smirked and leaned back in his seat. Something consumed him when he saw your photo weeks ago and it spread through him like sweet poison.
He wouldn’t call himself a stalker, even if he did watch you and break into your home. He couldn’t help that he wanted you.
You were more perfect up close. You being single made things easier, but he would’ve removed that obstacle if necessary.
He’d be good to you when you gave him a chance. His job made him good with his hands and he’d take care of you in every single way.
He’d already thanked his friend for putting in a good word for him. Not that he needed the help since he would’ve found a way to get to you, but a recommendation helped him look safe and trustworthy.
Reaching into his pocket, his hand closed around your panties, and he wondered when you’d notice that something was now broken in your bathroom.
“I’ll see you soon,” he whispered. He’d make sure of it.
So, what do we think? What else do we want to see? Are you team soft or dark? Or both?
The way you can write something so soft and then take it and twist it, changing how they see eachother, the descriptions of it all... I'm floored Navy! And both... can I have both Buckys?!
Don’t just fuck me, run your mouth, be in my ear like-
Moan. Whine. Whimper. Tell me you want to give me your babies.
I wanna hear you get all breathless and say fuck under your breath when your dick is down my throat. Pant each time your cock rails me, tell me what a good girl I am for take it all, then tell me I’m a slutty little whore, hungry for dick.
Cause I am.
I want your eyes to roll back while you tell me how good it feels for you between sounding like your fucking broken, struggling to not sound like your in heat.
readers constantly flirting with bucky and he just doesn’t know what to make of it and everyone making jokes about it- but eventually bucky gets kinda in his head about it and kinda distances from reader and she’s just :( wtf i really like this guy and there’s a whole argument and they sort it out i think it would be so cute
miscommunication trope is so sad but its so my fav
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You flirt with Bucky Barnes like it’s your full-time job.
A wink over your coffee mug when he walks into the kitchen. A little, “Morning, handsome,” every time he passes you. A playful finger dragging along the seam of his sleeve just to “check the stitching.” The kind of shameless, breezy affection that should make a super soldier cocky.
But Bucky?
He never knows what the hell to do with it.
He stammers. He blushes. He does that awkward half-smile like he’s waiting for someone to tell him it’s a prank. And every time you turn away, the rest of the team throws him looks.
Nat elbows him during movie night.
Sam snorts into his popcorn.
Steve murmurs, “She’s sweet on you, Buck,” while sipping his beer.
And Bucky practically combusts every single time.
He swears you’re joking. Or being polite. Or teasing him the way you tease everyone else.
(You don’t. Not like this. Not even close.)
But the teasing from the team builds. Harder. Sharper. More pointed. Enough that Bucky starts to withdraw on instinct—like he’s bracing for the rug to be pulled out from under him, the way it always has been. And he hurts himself doing it, but it feels safer than hoping.
It starts small.
A muttered reply instead of a warm one.
A stiff nod instead of a smile.
A sudden tendency to find reasons to leave the room when you enter it.
You try to laugh it off at first—maybe he’s tired, maybe he’s socially fried, maybe he’s just being Bucky—but it grows. And it hurts. Because you weren’t joking when you said he was handsome. You weren’t teasing when you brushed his shoulder or called him on his bullshit or lingered near him a little longer than necessary.
You like him.
You actually, genuinely like him.
And now he won’t even look at you.
The breaking point comes on a Friday night. Everyone’s in the lounge for takeout and games, and you’re trying—trying—to act normal. You drop onto the couch next to him, a comfortable spot you’ve claimed a hundred times before.
And Bucky stands.
Stands.
Walks away.
Doesn’t even say excuse me.
It feels like being gut-punched. The room goes weirdly quiet for half a second before chatter resumes, but your ears are ringing too loud to hear any of it. You excuse yourself with a tight smile and slip down the hall before the sting behind your eyes can spill over.
You’re in the training room—because that’s where you go when you don’t know where else to be—pacing back and forth, trying to swallow the lump in your throat, when the door clicks.
Bucky steps inside.
Of course he does. The universe wants you dead.
You cross your arms, staring him down. “Problem?”
He winces. “I—I was looking for you.”
“Oh,” you snap, “so now you know how to find me?”
His jaw flexes. “That’s not fair.”
“Neither is being iced out by someone I thought was my friend.”
He flinches. Visibly. And yeah, that makes your chest ache, but you’re too hurt to soften.
You turn away from him, pacing again, because staying still means crying. “What did I do, Buck? Seriously. If I crossed a line, just tell me.”
“You didn’t,” he says quickly—too quickly. “You didn’t. It’s me.”
You laugh once, humorless. “Yeah, no shit.”
He moves toward you, slow and careful, like you’re a frightened animal. “I didn’t mean to push you away.”
“You did,” you whisper. “And you didn’t even explain why.”
He looks down at his boots. That familiar posture—soldier bracing for punishment.
“Everyone kept… teasing,” he murmurs. “About how you flirt. About how you… act around me.”
You blink. “So?”
“So,” he says, voice rough, “I didn’t want to embarrass myself.”
Your chest pulls tight. “What do you mean?”
He lifts his eyes, and God, he looks wrecked. “You’re just… nice. You’re like that with people. You’re friendly. You joke. And I—” his throat works, “—I liked it too much.”
Your breath catches.
“I thought I was reading into things,” he murmurs. “I thought maybe the team was laughing at me for believing any of it was real. So I backed off before it could hurt more.”
Something in you snaps—softly, quietly, but with the clean break of a bone finally giving way.
“Bucky,” you say, voice low, “I wasn’t flirting with everyone. I was flirting with you.”
He freezes. Actually freezes.
You step closer, frustrated and tender all at once. “I liked your smile. I liked how flustered you got. I liked seeing you brighten when I walked into a room. I flirted with you because I wanted you.”
His lips part. “You… wanted me?”
Your pulse kicks hard. “Yes, genius.”
He stares at you, breathing shallow, as if the words are too big to hold all at once.
“I thought you knew,” you whisper.
“I didn’t,” he says, barely audible.
“Well,” you say, softening, “now you do.”
Silence hangs for a beat—golden, suspended, fragile as glass.
Then:
“I’m sorry,” Bucky murmurs. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just—sometimes I don’t know what’s real. What’s in my head. What I’m supposed to trust. And when people joke about something I want… it feels safer to just step away.”
You exhale, tension loosening. “Next time? Don’t step away. Just talk to me.”
His shoulders fall, relief flickering through his expression. “I can do that.”
You hold his gaze for a long moment, then take a tiny step closer. “And for the record,” you say, “I don’t flirt with people I don’t like.”
“You like me?” he asks, voice barely above a breath.
You roll your eyes. “Don’t make me say it again.”
“No,” he murmurs, a smile pulling at his mouth. “I… I wanna hear it.”
Of course he does. Of course he wants the thing he thought he’d never get.
You slide your fingers gently along his wrist—slow enough that he can pull away if he wants.
He doesn’t.
“I like you, Bucky,” you whisper. “A lot.”
He swallows hard, stepping closer until your toes brush. “I like you too.”
Your heart does something painfully sweet. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he murmurs. “Like… a lot a lot.”
He reaches up, hesitates—then cups your jaw in his warm, scarred hand. You lean into it instinctively, and Bucky’s breath catches like he’s never seen anything so precious.
“Can I?” he asks quietly.
You nod.
He kisses you softly—so gently it almost breaks you. Like he’s been imagining it forever but is scared you’ll fade if he holds too tight. You curl your fingers into his shirt, tugging him closer, deepening it just enough to make him sigh against your lips.
When you pull back, he rests his forehead against yours.
“Still embarrassed?” you whisper.
“Yeah,” he admits. “But I’m good at working through it.”
Summary: You're exhausted after a long day, but you're awake enough for Bucky.
Word Count: Over 1.1k
Warnings: Established relationship, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), pet name (sweetheart), mild dirty talk, slight feels, mention of being a housewife, breeding kink if you squint, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Just a rambling thot I wanted to share. We'll call this a Sex(y) Saturday rambling. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
You’re exhausted after multiple exhausting weeks in a row.
Bucky’s footsteps are gentle as he goes to the bedroom since you aren’t in the living room to greet him. He groans when he sees you facedown on the bed in nothing but your underwear, but there’s an edge of concern because you know he sees the weariness in your body. “Ready for me, sweetheart, or just a long day?”
You try to lift your head. “Both?” Your original intention was to seduce him because who wouldn’t want to seduce Bucky Barnes? But you ended up collapsing on the bed once most of your clothes were off. “And as much as I want you to fuck me, I’m too exhausted to move,” you mumble into the blanket.
“Poor thing. You work so hard. One day I’ll convince you to quit.” You hear the familiar rustling of clothes coming off. He wanted you to quit your job weeks ago. “You just relax,” he urges, the mattress dipping under his weight. “Let me do the work.”
A tired giggle slips out. “Okay, Bucky. You do the work.” He could offer to give you a massage, but you both know it would lead to him fucking you. It always does.
The loving partner that he is, he rolls you onto your back so he can kiss your lips, his stubble tickling your skin. It isn’t just a kiss. It’s hunger laced with desperation, tenderness wrapped in devotion. As tired as you are, it awakens the need inside you and itches to break through your skin.
Before you can make a sound, he flips you back on your stomach and tears your underwear away. He manhandles you easily with his strength, lifting your hips and sliding his fingers through your folds. “So wet already and all I did was kiss you,” he murmurs, your cheeks burning because you know he’s staring at your pussy like he discovered the world’s greatest treasure. “What did I do to deserve you?”
And then he attacks.
Your heart is hammering against your chest as his mouth and fingers work you over, his tongue swirling in a maddening way that has you moaning his name. He’s relentless, pressing deep and teasing your clit until your thighs tremble. You shriek when he smacks your ass, gripping the flesh and groaning as he continues to enjoy his meal. You need him to make you come, fuck you, whatever he’ll give you.
He’s your devil and your god.
“That’s it. Just let me do the work,” he encourages you, his fingers curling and earning a muffled cry from you. “Exhausted and still need my cock.”
“No!” you sob when he takes his fingers out, but he takes mercy on and presses the head of his cock to your soaked entrance.
“Yes,” he growls, driving into you in one deep thrust. You can only scream into the mattress and fist the blanket when he moves. He stretches your walls in ways that make you ache and need more. “Fuck, you look so perfect when you take it.”
He’s a man of his word, making sure you don’t have to do any of the work. He pulls your hips back, making you take every delicious inch of him. His thrusts are so hard and deep that it takes the very air from your lungs. But what brings the tears to your eyes is his back draping over yours, his hand covering yours in a way that makes you feel loved and owned.
“Love you, sweetheart. Love that you’re mine,” he rasps in your ear and you can only whine, his words and thrusts creating endless sensations that keep crashing over you. “Say it.”
How are you supposed to speak when you can barely form a coherent thought? “Love you, Bucky… I’m yours,” you manage because you do and you are.
He moans with delight, somehow driving even deeper into you, spurred on by your declaration. “Taking my cock so well. And you’ll take every drop after I make you come,” he praises, nuzzling your neck when he finds your clit and rubs it fast. Pleasure coils tight, making you start to spiral. “Just let go.”
You shatter with a broken cry, your back arching as much as it can with him pinning you down. He doesn’t let up as you gush around him, your eyes fluttering as he makes you ride it out. It’s dizzying, leaving you breathless. He bites down on your neck when he fills you up after a few more thrusts, marking you inside and out. You’re panting, even though all you did was take it, and he’s careful not to crush you with his weight.
“I don’t like you being exhausted, but that was hot,” he teases, only taking himself when he has to and you whine instantly from the loss. You don’t want him to leave your body, don’t want to waste a single drop of your mixed release. “You okay?” he adds, moving you on your back again, your body boneless as his hands roam all over you.
“I’m okay,” you whisper, smiling tiredly up at him. You aren’t sure how you’re still awake, but he looks refreshed, his steel eyes sparkling. It could be the serum that makes him bounce back so quickly, but you like to think it’s thanks to his love and need for you.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers fondly, leaning into your touch when you reach up to touch his cheek. There’s a smirk on his face when he kisses your palm, and your eyes widen when his cock is suddenly back inside you. Super soldier rebound rate is insane, and each of your holes have been thoroughly wrecked because of it, but you can take it. “Shh. Just relax. Let me keep doing the work,” he urges again, his lips brushing yours. “And let me convince you to quit your job.”
“What?” you ask. At least, you think you ask. You’re pretty sure it came out like a pleasurable sound instead of a word. And why is he bringing that up again?
“You’ll be too busy feeling me for days to do anything else by the time I’m done with you,” he promises, rolling his hips, your hands barely gripping his arms. His hair falls in his eyes and he smiles when you moan. “You just stay home, keep my cock warm, and have my babies.”
You gasp. You could keep his cock warm day and night. The two of you would have beautiful babies.
“Your company doesn’t deserve you.”
No, they don’t.
“I’ll convince you,” he groans, leaning down to kiss your breasts. “Right before I fuck you to sleep.”
Pairing: Husband!Bucky Barnes x Pregnant!Female Reader
Summary: Bucky turns you on in so many ways.
Word Count: Over 1.8k
Warnings: Established relationship, pregnancy mention, smut references, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), pet name (sweetheart), reader is thirsty, fluff, feels, domestic life, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Inspired by Sabrina Carpenter's Tears. Happy Sinday! Part of the Soft Echoes, Strong Roots AU. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divided by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
I get wet at the thought of you
It was a given that Bucky turned you on. The man was a gift from the heavens wrapped in a package of muscles, scars, and beauty. A sultry stare that left you weak in the knees, a strut most models would kill for, and a body that screamed he was a fighter and survivor, you were just a woman. What were you supposed to do? Act normal?
“Keep looking at me like that, sweetheart, and I’ll have to ruin you,” he once said.
So, no, you couldn’t act normal since your husband ruined more panties than you thought possible. That was before he touched you. His fingers on both sets of hands made you see stars. His tongue brought you to a whole new galaxy. And his cock? You didn’t know there was a way to reach nirvana. You almost asked Thor if there was a sexy version of Valhalla since you swore your soul left your body the first time Bucky had his cock inside you.
“Yep,” you breathed against his lips. “You ruined me.”
And he did it again and again.
Being a responsible guy (so responsible)
But something you hadn’t expected was for Bucky being responsible to turn you on. He was reliable, making time for you and never once making you doubt if you were his top priority. He was dependable, his actions always backing up his words and making sure to fulfill his promises. And he was trustworthy, displaying transparency that past partners didn’t and being honest even when it was difficult.
“I’m not perfect,” he whispered.
No one was perfect, but he was perfect to and for you.
Treating me like how you’re supposed to do
Bucky wasn’t just a good man, he was a good husband. He teased that he could be old-fashioned at times, holding doors open for you and pulling out your chair. You thought it was gentlemanly of him, and you appreciated that.
What you also appreciated was how he respected you. He took your opinions into consideration, along with your feelings. You were equals in your relationship, and that meant more than he’d ever know.
“You’re not just my wife, you’re my partner.”
He was your partner, too.
Tears run down my thighs
You had orgasms before, but they were truly nothing compared to the ones he gave you. You came so hard around his cock once that you felt your release gush out of you like a geyser. Your hands went to your face in embarrassment once you came back to yourself, your thighs and the sheet beneath you soaked. He pulled your hands away to smother you in kisses and hold you, praising you for being so good for him and trusting him enough to take care of you.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered.
He always would.
A little initiative can go a very long long way
Bucky wasn’t the type to sit around and wait for you to ask or tell him to do something. If the lawn needed mowing, he did it. If something was missing from the cupboard, he’d make sure to run to the store and replace it. He fixed things that were broken, or at least tried to the best of his ability.
“I’m the man of the house,” he once joked.
Yes, he certainly was.
Baby, just do the dishes. I’ll give you what you (what you), what you want
Bucky wasn’t of the belief that you should run the household by yourself. If that was what you really wanted, he’d respect your choice. But if you cooked, he’d do the dishes. If it was cold out, he’d take out the garbage so you could stay warm. Little things like that.
“Give and take, sweetheart.”
Oh, did it make you give. The last time he did the dishes, you got on your knees to reward him. His hair fell in his face when he looked down at you, but you could still see his blue eyes through the strands, reflecting how much he loved you.
You loved him, too.
A little communication, yes, that’s my ideal foreplay
Bucky’s past wasn’t easy. Far from it. You saw how haunted he looked on his bad days, and how his body looked too heavy to carry the weight of his past. He was honest when he needed a few minutes alone, which you respected and gave him without pushing for more. He spoke to you when he was ready, not hiding the gritty details, even the ones that could scare you. He admitted once that he didn’t feel like he deserved a happy life with you, which you argued he did.
“You help me believe I deserve good things,” he whispered.
He also let you in when he had nightmares, his eyes sometimes unseeing when he woke up, his body shaking and sweaty. Letting you in didn’t always mean telling you what happened. Sometimes it just meant holding his hand once he was ready, or asking him to point out things in the room so he’d remember where he was.
“You, sweetheart. You’re here.”
You’d always be there.
Assemble a chair from IKEA, I’m like (uhhh)
You almost took a seat right on the floor when he put together the new dining room table, his eyes narrowed in concentration, the veins in his hand popping out as he twisted the screwdriver. Why was it sexy? Why was watching him building something with his hands such a turn on? Hands that he said destroyed, when you only knew them to make you feel good, safe, and cherished?
“Maybe I’ll put together a crib one day,” he smirked.
He got you pregnant not long after that.
“Thank you,” he whispered to you and your stomach.
I get wet at the thought of youBeing a responsible guy (so responsible)Treating me like you’re supposed to doTears run down my thighs
If you thought Bucky was a good husband before, it was nothing compared to him finding out you were pregnant. The celebratory sex was amazing, of course, but it was the kisses to your stomach after that brought tears to your eyes. The whispered promises of how he’d take care of you both, read every book, go to every appointment, give you both the life you deserved.
You were thankful, too.
A little respect for women can get you very very far
Bucky wasn’t the type of man who’d let women be disrespected. He stepped in once at a bar when a guy got handsy with a girl who was clearly uncomfortable. He didn’t have to say much, but the threat was enough to scare the guy off. While the girl was thankful and maybe even a bit in love, he went right back to you and pulled you close.
“Why are guys such assholes?” he teased, kissing your temple.
While he liked showing people you were his, he didn’t treat you like a possession. An arm around your waist and gentle kisses, but no red flags of raging jealousy or ownership. He was also the kind of man who believed women should have the right to choose what to do with their bodies, and you loved choosing to share your body with him.
“You’re beautiful,” he exhaled, nuzzling your neck.
So was he.
Remembering how to use your phone gets me oh so, oh so, oh so hot
Past boyfriends needed reminders to text you or let you know what was going on, but not Bucky. He messaged you unprompted, so you’d never have to worry about what he was doing or who he was with, even more once you were pregnant in case you wanted or needed anything. You had the password to his phone, which he offered without you asking, and he never left it facedown around you. If you wanted to look, you could.
“I trust you, and I want you to trust me.”
While Bucky preferred phone conversations versus texts, he still messaged you to say he was thinking of you, he loved you, and he was lucky to have you. You messaged him back with similar sentiments, but you also called since he loved hearing your voice.
“Love you, sweetheart,” he told you.
You’d always love Bucky Barnes.
Considering I have feelings I’m like, why are my clothes still on?
Not to brag, but you deserved some kind of award for not being naked around Bucky all the time. The last time you had an issue with your car, you practically stripped down in the garage while he was underneath taking a look. Once again, you were only a woman.
“You’re too good to me,” he said once he finished, knowing you were ready for him.
The feeling was mutual. Some days he couldn’t keep his hands off you or his cock out of you. No one ever wanted or needed you the way he did. No one else ever would.
“Why do we get dressed some days?” he asked once.
You wondered the same thing.
Offering to do anything, I’m like (oh, my God)
You were cuddling in bed when Bucky, out of nowhere, asked if you ever wanted to roleplay. Your mouth fell open when he offered to fuck you in his motorcycle helmet or pretend to be a mechanic there to fix your pipes. The look in his eyes said he was dead serious. And your panties were once again ruined.
“I just want to please you,” he told you.
He did every single time.
I get wet at the thought of youBeing a responsible guy (so responsible)Treating me like you’re supposed to doTears run down my thighs
Yeah, you got wet at the thought of him, and he was a responsible guy who treated you like a queen. He ruined your underwear like it was a personal challenge. He helped out around the house like it was second nature, and danced with you in the kitchen to old music just because he wanted to. If you asked him to jump, he wouldn’t just ask how high. He’d offer you his hand so you could jump with him.
You were his everything, and you never had to doubt that.
And the thing about Bucky Barnes was that he didn’t just please you because he took care of you in bed or because he handled things around the house. He pleased you because he was a genuinely good guy who chose every day to love you and show you how much he loved you. He was the best husband and he was going to be the best father. You felt it in your heart.
So, with his hand on your belly and your hand on top of his, you whispered into the darkness, “I love you, Bucky.”
“I love you, too. Both of you.”
He was forever yours, and you were forever his.
So, what should Bucky roleplay for us? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
Drunk babie Bucky who has no idea how to act around you, harbouring the biggest crush known to man. He’s managed to hide everything but that pink blush on his cheeks is nothing but a traitor.
With you, he’s nothing but respectful and polite; the most physical contact he’s had with you is a one armed hug on your birthday.
Except now.
He stumbled in with Steve, eyes sparkling, skin flushed, a goofy grin on his face. He keeps giggling to himself and no one has any idea why; Steve is just happy they made it back in one piece.
“Someone had too much to drink” Steve snorted while Bucky gasped, absolutely offended.
How dare his bestfriend say such a thing.
“Noooo. Bucky would never have enough to drink Bucky’s’not drunk-oof!” Bucky tripped over his own feet, landing face flat on the floor, letting out a muffled groan as you rush towards him.
“Oh my god, Bucky!”
“lil bunny” he snickers as he peels his face off the floor, coming face to face with your bunny slippers “s’cute” he slurs, batting one of the ears with his hand. “N’fluffy. S’a fluffy lil bunny”
He continued to swat at your slippers while you try to hold in your laugh, bending down to get an arm over your shoulder while Steve tries to haul him up.
“C’mom big guy, let’s get you up” You try to pull him off the ground but he whines instead. He lets out a disgruntled huff, already quite comfy on the compound floor, his comfy bed can wait. You manage to get him on his knees, though he’s still swaying, flopping forward. letting his face smush against your stomach. You gasp, your face heating up while Steve snorts, throwing his hands up, more curious to see how the rest of Bucky’s antics unfold.
“So soft” he practically purrs into your tummy, rubbing his face against your PJ shirt.
“Bu-”
“And warm”
“James”
“S’my name doll, sounds pretty when you say it’ll” His hands sneak up to wrap around your waist so he can hug you close and steady himself, swaying with his eyes closed.
The sound of a camera clicking breaks you away from the 6 foot baby clinging onto you, Steve quickly shoving his phone back into his pocket, innocently staring off at nothing. You shake your head, gently patting Bucky’s hair, the super solider looking up at you with puppy eyes, his chin still resting on your stomach.
“How about we get you to bed Buck, you need your sleep”
“Don’t wanna go to bed” He let out a yawn, sleepily rubbing his eyes, trying to will the drowsiness away.
“Why not bub” You coo, unable to resist the way he was so much like a baby right now, itching to kiss his pouty little face.
“Wanna talk to you” He shrugged, letting you take his hands in yours and get him to his feet.
“Okay, how about we go to your room, get you ready for bed and then talk?” You lead him to the elevator and push the button to your floor, keeping a steady arm around him while he leans against you, no thanks to Steve who insisted he had to make poptarts that very second.
“No” He pouts when you stop in front of his door, shuffling and holding your hand tighter, his eyes peeking at your room instead.
“Do you want to sleep in my room?” You offer with a smile, giggling at the way his eyes light up, nodding as soon as the words left your mouth.
“C’mon” You tug him along and sit him down on your bed. You promise you won’t disappear into thin air when you leave him to grab some of his clothes, clumsily getting him into some sweats before letting him lay down.
He looked so at peace, curled up on your pillow, softly snoring while you held yourself back from wrapping him up in your arms.
“You’re so cute” you whisper, more to yourself but he hears it loud and clear, suddenly sitting up right and pulling you onto his lap.
“Y’think I’m cute?” He looked at you wide eyed, sleep now completely gone, his attention fully on what you just said.
“I do” You giggle, carding your hands through his hair while he nuzzles into your palm. “The cutest” You coo while he pulls you closer so he can bury his face into your neck, letting out a content sigh.
“M’the cutest?”
“Absolutely, the cutest” you nod while he pulls you again, this time so you’d both lay down with his arms around your waist and his head on your chest.
“So cute, my Bucky” You rub soft circles onto his back while he blushes more, hitching a leg over you while snuggling more.
Summary: Bucky wants a taste when you bake something for him.
Word Count: Over 1.5k
Warnings: Established relationship, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), slight possessive behavior, feels, body positivity, bit of fluff, confident Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Happy Moanday, lovelies. Set in the same realm as Just Right. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Chubby!Bucky who stands in front of the full-length mirror, shirtless and his sweatpants hung low. He filled out in all the right ways with his soft belly, thick thighs, and a broad chest.
Chubby!Bucky who smiles a real smile at his reflection because he likes what he sees. He feels no shame in the extra pounds or how his body looks.
Chubby!Bucky who isn’t just okay with how he looks but loves it. He’s comfortable and confident in his skin, feeling perfect just the way he is.
Chubby!Bucky who briefly remembers how he was once a weapon, his body an instrument of destruction. Now he’s a man who gets to choose what he eats, what he wears, and who he loves.
Chubby!Bucky who runs a hand along his belly, feeling warmth and softness instead of the abs he once had. He lets his stomach hang proudly instead of sucking it in when you’re close by, knowing you like how it looks and feels.
Chubby!Bucky who teases you from time to time and asks, “You like what you see, sweetheart?” He does that when he’s wearing clothes or naked.
Chubby!Bucky who knows his look turns you on no matter what from the way your breath catches, your pupils dilate, how your fingers itch to reach for him. It makes him feel good.
Chubby!Bucky who doesn’t flinch or tense up when you touch him because he has nothing to fear. He leans into it every time, craving it, craving you.
Chubby!Bucky who inhales, drawn to the kitchen due to the smell of cinnamon and butter. He knows you’re whipping up something delicious, though it isn’t half as delicious as you.
Chubby!Bucky who loses his breath when he sees you in nothing but an apron and a top that barely covers your ass. He can’t say you’re the only tease in the place since he purposely didn’t put a shirt on.
Chubby!Bucky who leans against the counter and crosses his arms, watching as you carefully roll out the dough. He smirks when you pretend not to notice him looking, but he doesn’t have to touch your face to know it’s hot under his stare.
Chubby!Bucky who stands taller when you steal a glance at him and sees you bite your lip. He looks good, and you both know it.
Chubby!Bucky who smiles to himself as you put the dough into the waiting pan. You’re making one his favorites, and it means the world that you’re doing that for him.
Chubby!Bucky who has to bite back a groan when you purposely reach for one more thing on a high shelf (that you don’t need), your top lifting and giving him more of a show. As much as he loves his body now, he loves yours even more.
Chubby!Bucky who strides across the room and stops behind you, pressing his warm and massive frame against you while he kisses your neck. “You baking something for me, sweetheart? Or are you just teasing me?” he asks, nuzzling your skin as you tilt your head, your breath hitching.
Chubby!Bucky who nips over your pulse when you breathe, “Both.” Of course, you’re baking for him and teasing him.
Chubby!Bucky who slides a hand under your shirt and apron to tease your breasts, smirking when you gasp. Call him greedy, but he can’t keep his hands off you.
Chubby!Bucky who groans when his other hand brushes your wet panties, making you whimper. He presses a kiss to your shoulder, his voice rough with want when he rasps, “I think you’ve teased me enough. I want a taste now.”
Chubby!Bucky who closes his eyes when you press back against him and beg, “Please.” He’s hard, aching to be inside you, but he wants to take care of you first.
Chubby!Bucky who lifts you onto the counter with ease, flour coating your thighs, and kisses you slow and deep. It’s like he’s savoring the first taste of his favorite dessert.
Chubby!Bucky who deepens the kiss but doesn’t rush. You helped teach him the pleasure of indulgence, taking his time, of being worshipped and worshipping in return.
Chubby!Bucky who pulls away and murmurs, “I just need one taste.” The unspoken words “to start” hang in the air between you.
Chubby!Bucky who kisses your fingers, your inner wrists, removing the apron and shirt so he can kiss your breasts stomach. “You feed me, love me, ruin me,” he whispers.
Chubby!Bucky who sinks to his knees and gazes up at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. “Let me have you,” he murmurs, kissing your inner thigh.
Chubby!Bucky who pushes your panties aside before you part your legs more, silently offering for him to eat until he has his fill. You’ll never keep him from his dessert.
Chubby!Bucky who makes you grip his hair, your cries filling the space as he licks and plunges his tongue deep, savoring your wetness the way he savored your kisses. You’re his favorite flavor.
Chubby!Bucky who is determined to make you come on his tongue before the timer goes off, though he’s certain you’ve forgotten all about pre-heating the oven. The inferno between you two is much hotter and important.
Chubby!Bucky who gets his wish when you cry out his name, your release flooding his mouth. He moans greedily, taking every drop he can because it’ll never be enough.
Chubby!Bucky who kisses your mouth when he’s done, his belly pressed against yours as he pulls you close. You may not enjoy the way you taste, but he thinks it’s a delicacy.
Chubby!Bucky who sighs when you take him out of his pants, his cock hard, heavy, and ready. He brings you back to the edge of the counter so he can sink inside you, inch by inch.
Chubby!Bucky who moans with you as he bottoms out, and freezes when the timer beeps. “I was hoping to get you off again before that went off,” he teases, making you laugh, too, and tighten around him.
Chubby!Bucky who presses his forehead against yours when you say, “Ignore it, and get us both off. Please.” That’s all he wants to do.
Chubby!Bucky who fucks you gently, your nails digging into his shoulders as he makes you cry out again. The smell of sex somehow works well with the kitchen aroma.
Chubby!Bucky who feels tingles at the base of his spine when your hands roam his body, wherever you can reach. His body is your temple, like yours is his.
Chubby!Bucky who almost loses it when you moan, “I love you, Bucky.” Your love makes him believe he can accomplish anything.
Chubby!Bucky who snaps his hips a little harder, moving in you a little deeper, when he moans, “I love you, too.” He’ll always love you.
Chubby!Bucky who moans into your mouth when you tip over the edge, filling you up after a few more thrusts. It feels like heaven every time.
Chubby!Bucky who carries you to the bathroom to clean you up, murmuring “You’re always so good for me…” in a low voice. His heart skips a beat when you exhale, “You’re perfect to and for me.”
Chubby!Bucky who feels his chest get tight and says above a whisper, “Thank you.” He’s thanking you for loving and accepting him as he is.
Chubby!Bucky who later eats a pastry off your body once you finally get to bake it, licking crumbs from your chest and groaning as he works his way back down. You really are the best thing he has ever tasted.
Chubby!Bucky who smirks and raises an eyebrow when you tell him, “I thought you just wanted one taste.” Did you really think he’d stop at one?
Chubby!Bucky who smiles when he looks up at you, his lips shining as he moves back up your body. “You deserve a taste of something sweet, too,” he says, feeding you a bite of the pastry.
Chubby!Bucky who kisses your forehead later as the day comes to an end, cherishing the fact that he gets to have you in his arms and in his life. He feels in his bones that he’s worthy of the life he has now.
Chubby!Bucky who holds you closer, your hand caressing his belly in a tender gesture, and whispers, “You make me feel like I’m worth something.” His heart races when you smile and whisper, “You’re worth everything.”
Chubby!Bucky who removes his dog tags and puts them around your neck. You hold your breath, your eyes filling with tears when he says, “So are you, sweetheart. So are you.”
Chubby!Bucky who sighs when you kiss him, his thumb wiping away a tear that slips out. It isn’t a proposal with a ring, but it is a promise that you belong to each other and always will.
Chubby!Bucky who falls asleep in your bed with a full belly, a full heart, and your body curled up against his. He’s safe, loved, and happier than he ever could’ve imagined.
I know no one asked for this, but I couldn't help myself. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
Pairing: Husband and Dad!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky surprises you and Jamie with a trip to a pumpkin patch.
Word Count: Over 1k
Warnings: Established relationship, fluff, sweetness, fall vibes, hint of a breeding kink, implied unprotected sex, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: I took my kiddos to a pumpkin patch over the weekend and couldn't get this out of my head. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Husband and Dad!Bucky who decides to do a surprise family trip to a pumpkin patch. He doesn’t like keeping secrets, but he loves watching your face light up and hearing his son happily shriek from the surprise.
Bucky who carries his little boy on his shoulders the second they’re out of the car, both of them in matching flannel. He says he didn’t plan it that way, but you know better.
Bucky who breathes in the air, catching bits of cinnamon and other spices. It makes him feel warm against the cool breeze.
Bucky who gives the two of you free rein on how to spend the beautiful day. Hayride, corn maze, apple and pumpkin picking, he’ll do whatever you want with a smile on his handsome face.
Bucky who promises you’ll stop in the shop before you leave so he can buy apple cider, pumpkin pie, the whole store if you want. There are even wine samples and he knows you aren’t leaving without snagging a bottle.
Bucky who has to chase his son the second he sets him down because it’s sensory overload and he can’t figure out what he wants to do first. You laugh when you hear your husband call out, “Jamie!” followed by “How is he so fast?!”
Bucky who also has to chase him through the corn maze a bit before he puts him back on his shoulders. He makes sure to stop at all the “hidden” spots in the maze so they can fill out the worksheet and get a prize.
Bucky who stays close when Jamie climbs and jumps on the bales of hay. It’s natural to fall and get scrapes, but he’ll stop it if he can.
Bucky who gazes at you like he’s trying to memorize you while Jamie leans against his legs and eats an apple cider donut, the sun making your wedding ring sparkle even brighter. “You’re my favorite season,” he says and you know he means it.
Bucky who rests his head against yours when you snuggle up beside him, your perfume mixing in with the crisp fall air. He feels like the luckiest man alive.
Bucky who holds Jamie in his lap on the hayride and kisses the top of his head, cherishing the small moments like this. It gives you the perfect opportunity to snap a photo, and you plan to frame it as soon as you can print it.
Bucky who isn’t a fan of taking selfies, but he gets photos of the three of you close together on his phone. He even asks someone to take a couple of pictures and makes sure to smile since you love his smile (and he’s happy).
Bucky who watches you pick a pumpkin with Jamie and suddenly remembers what it was like when you were pregnant. Your skin glowing, your belly round, and you looking so, so beautiful.
Bucky who wonders if Jamie wants to be a big brother because he wants to get you pregnant again as soon as possible. He can already picture his son leading his little brother or sister around to pick the best pumpkin and apples.
Bucky who sends a discreet text to Steve asking if he’s free tonight to babysit. Just to be on the safe side.
Bucky who whispers in your ear, “I’m gonna knock you up again the second we’re alone.” He knows you’re turned on from the hitch in your breath and because he can smell it, your arousal blending in with your perfume and the fall aroma.
Bucky who can’t help but kiss you, trying not to let it get too heated even when you whimper. The last thing he needs to do is scar his son or the random strangers who are just trying to enjoy the nice fall atmosphere.
Bucky who winks at you when you’re breathless and asks Jamie, “What do you think about being a big brother?” before you can stop him. His heart swells when he replies with, “Big brother? Me?!”
Bucky who beams when his son lights up more and points at a tiny pumpkin. “For the baby?” he asks innocently and puts a hand on your stomach.
Bucky who crouches down and explains that you aren’t having a baby just yet, which puts a small pout on both of their faces. He leaves out that he’s going to change that very soon because, once again, he doesn’t want to scar him or have to answer questions he isn’t ready for.
Bucky who chuckles when you gently tell your son, “You’ll be the best big brother when that day comes.” since he puffs his chest out proudly. It’s like looking in a tiny mirror, making him think of his own sisters and how he always tried to look out for them.
Bucky who doesn’t have to rush you out of there since you take the lead and suggest you call it a day, allowing Jamie to pick his favorite pumpkin and one more treat from the shop. You’re just as eager as your husband for some alone time.
Bucky who tucks his son into the car once you’re packed up (yes, he grabs you a bottle of wine for tonight), and kisses your temple once he’s in his seat, resting a hand on your thigh. “Great surprise, hubby,” you whisper, putting your hand over his.
Bucky who gazes at you and back at Jamie, his heart full. He tells himself once again that he’s the luckiest man alive when he whispers back, “I do what I can, wifey.”
Bucky who brings your hand to his mouth and gently kisses it, letting his lips linger and giving you just a small taste of what’s to come. You made him a husband and a dad, and you’re going to make him a dad again.
Bucky who drives off with a soft smile, his son already starting to doze off after his adventurous day. And he’s already picturing the next fall surprise with one more little Barnes in the backseat, and your perfume lingering like his favorite season and a new memory he’ll never let go of.
Maybe we can have more fall or seasonal adventures with Bucky and his beautiful family. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
Summary: Bucky isn't a flirt. He's a tease. A menace. And he's everywhere.
Word Count: Over 2.6k
Warnings: Flirting, pet name (sweetheart), teasing, tension, sexual chemistry, breeding mention, swearing, humor, slight feels, confessions of sorts, Bucky Barnes (he's forward and a warning, okay?)
A/N: This was meant to be a blurb, and it turned into a rambling, but I hope you lovelies like it anyway! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divided by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
It starts in the kitchen.
You walk in to find Bucky in mid-stretch, your jaw dropping like it just discovered the force of gravity. His shirt is missing, his sweatpants hung low. The handsome bastard flexes, legitimately flexes, when he reaches for something on the top shelf. Don’t ask what the color or content of the object in his hand is because you have no idea. And he just looks at you with a knowing smirk, like he was waiting for you to catch him.
“Morning, sweetheart.”
That was new.
He doesn't say it like it's a joke. Doesn't toss the endearment out casually. He says it like it means something. And you aren't sure what to do with that.
“You’re talking to me?” you ask, looking around. You, the newest member of the team. The one who had to earn his trust.
“Who else would I be talking to?” he asks in return, tossing the object between his hands and drawing attention to how long and thick his fingers are.
“Yeah, but… Sweetheart?”
“Yeah. That's what you are. Sweet,” he says like it’s obvious. “And you have a heart.”
You blink. Is the grump flirting with you? To be fair, it isn't fair to think of him as a grump. After everything he went through, he has the right to feel jaded, over it, however he wants to feel.
And it isn't like he was grumpy when you moved into the tower. He was… curious. Watchful. Almost like a cat trying to assess if you were a threat or not. Didn't stop you from being nice to him, and he was never rude in return while he warmed up to you. But he was never like this.
Until now.
“Would you prefer I call you something else?” He brushes by when you don’t respond, deliberately getting in your space. He’s huge, and you nearly tremble from the attention he’s giving you. “If not, I’ll just keep calling you sweetheart… sweetheart,” he adds right in your ear before leaving the room.
Your heart pounds. You have to brace yourself against the counter. Did you imagine that? Did he get hit with some weird pollen, or did you wake up in an alternate universe?
Sweetheart.
The word lingers in the air, thick and sweet, like his presence did. He doesn't call Yelena or Ava by any terms of endearment. He’s polite with them. Friendly now and then. Not that soft or intimate.
So, why you?
And you can't stop thinking about the way he used to watch you from across the room, silent and still. How his blue eyes would follow you like he was just to figure out a puzzle he didn't know if he wanted to finish. Now he brushes past you like he put the last piece in place.
Bob walks in and gives you a small nod and a shy smile. “Morning.”
You calm your racing heart. “Bucky called me ‘sweetheart',” you blurt out.
“Oh.” He’s silent for a moment before his smile widens. “Well, he did finally say you earned your spot here.”
You nod, smiling to yourself. He did say that, and it felt good. There was trust and respect now when he looked at you. “Still doesn't explain why he called me that.”
Or why he was preening like a peacock in his half-naked glory.
“Maybe he was being nice,” Bob muses, but there's happiness in his eyes that you don't see often.
Maybe he is. It’s harmless. Or maybe he’s just messing with you. Then again, maybe he isn't.
It escalates from there.
Bucky and Alexei are chatting after a mission when you walk by and give them a nod. The handsome super soldier waves you over with a bit of mischief in his eyes. You raise an eyebrow when he stands up and slowly unzips his leather jacket. Your throat goes dry and you’d swear the show is just for you, if not for Alexei sitting close by.
You don’t back up when he tosses the jacket away and gets in your personal space bubble, your thighs pressing together. Removing a single garment shouldn’t be as sexy as he made it out to be. It’s not fair.
“What’s up?” you ask, your voice high.
“We were talking about undercover missions.” He slips an arm around your waist and pulls you against him, letting you feel his hard body through his black clothes. “We’d make a good couple for one, right?” he asks Alexei.
“The best couple!” The Red Guardian shouts it so loud you wince. “You two? So good together. Beautiful babies in your future.”
Your eyes widen to the size of saucers. “Beautiful babies?” you repeat very slowly.
“Yes! A beautiful new generation!”
“What do you think?” You dare to sneak a look at Bucky when his grip tightens, his eyes dark. “You wanna practice making babies?” he asks so seriously that you sputter.
Because how does he go from casually stretching shirtless to asking you that?
He wants to practice “breeding” you? He wants to take you to bed? He wants-
John chooses that exact moment to make his presence known, complaining about one of the reports he has to do. It effectively ends the conversation and puts a sour look back on Bucky’s face when he lets you go. Your brain tries to catch up when you leave, feeling his eyes on you until you’re out of sight. You don't even remember why you’re going to the hall to begin with since all you can think of is him.
“What the hell?” you utter.
What is happening?
Bucky starts leaving blankets in every room so you don’t get cold, and they smell just like his cologne. He has snacks and water for you, too, so you don’t forget to eat or drink when you get wrapped up in tasks. No one else looks out for you like that.
He’s suddenly everywhere, too. Leaning in doorframes that you need to pass through, making sure to touch you when you walk by. Standing too close when you’re cooking something in the kitchen, letting his warmth envelope you. Yelena and Ava exchange looks and subtle smiles whenever he hovers.
“You going to taste test her cuisine?” Ava asks.
“I’d like to taste test something of yours,” he says low enough for you to hear, touching your waist when you inhale. He wants to taste you, too? “I’m happy to test anything she wants,” he tells Ava.
“I’ll bet you are,” Yelena mutters.
And he insists on sitting beside you, always. Debriefings, on the jet, everywhere. He tosses John out of a spot just so he can sit next to you. He turns his chair or body toward you, making sure you know he's paying attention whether you're speaking or not. And he hangs on your every word to the point where you squirm under his heated gaze.
The man seriously went from a cat who wasn’t sure if he could trust you to claiming you as his person.
“You know,” he begins, licking his lips, “I could listen to you read the phone book, and I’d never get bored.”
“Do… Do those even exist anymore?” you ask because you don't know what else to say.
His eyes crinkle when he laughs, and he places a hand on your arm, like he has to touch you. “You're funny, sweetheart.”
Warmth blooms in your chest, and you don't know what to do. It's not just the nickname and the teasing. It's the way he doesn’t break, appearing cool and confident. It’s the way he looks at you like you’re anchoring him to the present, like every word that comes out of your mouth is a lifeline.
And the hand on your arm, gentle and grounding but creating sparks like static under your skin. He doesn't touch most people. Not casually. Not like this. But he touches you.
You glance at his hand and back up at him. “You’re looking at me like I'm a game you're trying to win.”
“You’re not a game.” He tilts his head. “But I do feel like I'm winning when you're close by.”
It doesn't end there.
He starts lifting things that don’t need lifting. With one hand. Your chair instead of sliding it across the room. Your desk when you decide to move it to another corner. And you. Yeah, you. He tosses you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing, chuckling as you shriek and protest.
“What?” he asks with amusement when you squirm. “Thought you needed help getting to the gym.”
Oh, the gym. You aren’t sure what kind of sounds he made before you showed up, but his grunts and groans when he lifts weights are nothing short of pornographic when you’re close by. And he doesn't look at his reflection when he exercises, barely breaking a sweat. Oh, no. He looks right at you.
And it doesn't go unnoticed by you that the others aren't there when you and Bucky exercise, which wasn’t the case when you first showed up.
“I can go for hours,” he casually states one day, and you almost trip over your own feet. “Can help you with your stretches, too… so you feel it nice and deep.”
You just about short-circuit. “Nice and deep, huh?”
“Nice. And. Deep.”
Sparring with him ends with you wet and frustrated. There is no reason for his hips to press against yours, letting you feel that he really is big all over. No explanation for why he pins your arms above your head and looks at you like he wants to devour you when you pant beneath him. And why the hell does he always smirk and leave you laying there wanting more?
It’s because Bucky Barnes is a fucking tease.
A fucking menace.
“I should shower.” He brushes his ridiculously gorgeous hair back and smirks. “You know, you could shower with me and save some water.”
Your legs almost give out. “Is that the only reason why you want me there? To save on a precious bill that you don't even pay?”
You want to hear him say the reason.
His eyes sweep over you. “Oh, I think you know why, sweetheart,” he answers, leaving you hot and bothered while he gets his bag. Like the fucking tease he is. “Maybe we can practice making those babies.”
Tease. Menace. Fucker.
“You’re about as subtle as a brick to the face!” you call after him.
“I’ve had a brick to the face before. Don't recommend it!” he calls back.
You huff and lay out on the mat, high and dry. You laugh a little. What is he doing to you? What are you to him?
And tonight, the team is once again making themselves sparse while he sits beside you on the couch in the common room, his massive thigh pressed against yours, his arm casually tossed behind you like he owns the space and you. And, well, maybe he does. Maybe you want him to.
“Did you realize we’re wearing the same shade of blue today?” You glance at his shirt and then yours. “We’re in sync. A perfect fit.”
In sync, but he hadn't kissed you. A perfect fit, but he hadn't asked you out. This man was put here to test your resolve.
“What?” he asks when you shift toward him, his arm tightening around you.
“You drive me crazy, Bucky Barnes,” you finally say, narrowing your eyes at him.
He raises an eyebrow. “I drive you crazy? I’m just existing,” he replies, feigning innocence. “And right now, you’re staring at me.”
Maybe you are. Maybe you’re always staring. Because he makes you look. Because he started all this. And he better finish it.
“Don't you dare act innocent when you know what you're doing,” you hiss when he smiles. “Calling me ‘sweetheart’ and marching around shirtless like a harlot and the showing off with your muscles-”
“You noticed my muscles?”
“Talking about making babies with me.”
“Alexei made the first comment about that, but our babies would be adorable,” he says, and your heart swells.
“And the blankets and the snacks?” you question.
“As much as I want to be the one to keep you warm, I thought it might be weird if I held you all the time, so I left you blankets. And you need to eat and stay hydrated. I need you to take care of yourself while also letting me take care of you” he answers.
“You got me there.” It’s enough to make you swoon. He has to be an amazing dom. “But what about the dirty noises you make when you exercise and-”
“If you think that's dirty, you should hear me when I-”
You put a hand over his mouth, your cheeks hot. “And you talk about me staring at you, but you always stare at me.”
“Because you're pretty. You're so fucking pretty,” he whispers when your hand drops, bringing his hand to your cheek. “And you’re so smart. That's a reason I love listening to you.”
“Even if I just read the phone book?” you question.
“Even then,” he promises, his thumb moving along your skin. “And you're so capable. That’s a reason I love sparring with you.”
You giggle. “That's a reason?”
“That, and it’s hot as hell when you're underneath me,” he answers truthfully, making you feel like you're about to catch on fire. “But most importantly.” He takes a breath. “I trust you.”
Your eyes burn. You know he does, but hearing him say it reinforces it. “I trust you, too,” you whisper.
He chuckles, soft and low. “I'm so out of practice when it comes to wooing a dame. I’m not who I was before, but I’m somehow okay with that.”
You melt. “I think you’re great just as you are,” you tell him, making him softly smile. You’re happy that he’s okay with himself. He has every right to be. “So, you're trying to woo me? At the very least, you were certainly trying to get my attention.”
It hits you that maybe all of this is his version of a confession. Not grand gestures. Just… proximity. Attention. Flirting. Affection. Openings offered for you to follow him or maybe meet him halfway.
He nods.
“And the team knows?” you ask.
Another nod. “Yeah.” For the first time he almost looks sheepish. “We’ll have their support if we move forward.”
It means the world that they want him to be happy. Well, both of you. “Is that what you want? To move forward together?” you ask above a whisper, almost like you’ll jinx it if you say it too loud.
“Yeah, sweetheart,” he breathes, slowly leaning in. Your breath hitches. Your heart pounds. This is it. He’s finally going to kiss you.
And you move back before his lips touch yours.
“Wooing involves flowers. I think I deserve them,” you tell him, ducking out of his grasp and watching as his jaw drops. “Then maybe we can talk about moving forward.”
He recovers quickly, and you see a flash of respect in his eyes. “You do,” he agrees, reaching for your hand before you can get up and walk away. “Can I take you out tomorrow night? Please? I’ll get you flowers.”
You want to do a happy dance because he finally asked, and you wonder if the team took bets on when this would happen. “Only if you wear those gray sweatpants,” you smirk.
He smirks back at you. “Knew you liked those,” he says, his forehead crinkling. “What will you wear?”
“I’ll surprise you.”
And for once, you’ll tease him.
Aww. I wonder what the date will be. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
Warnings: DUBCON to be safe, established relationship, implied unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral sex (f. receiving and implied m. receiving), dirty talk, possessive behavior, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Day 28 of the Sexy September Scribbles Challenge. Prompt: You wanna choke or scream for me? ❤️ Connected to Give Me One More. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Bucky edit by the amazing @nixakimbo. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Bucky was always touching you. His hand found your hip or wrist whenever you brushed by, like he was checking to see if you were real or trying to tether him to you. It wasn't subtle. It wasn't always tender. It was plain and raw possession.
“Bucky,” you exhaled when he crowded you against the kitchen counter. “You just had me.”
You woke up with his head between your thighs, bringing you to orgasm before you could register what was going on.
His eyes swept over you, hungry and intense. He didn't smile. You knew that look all too well. He was debating whether to drag you back to bed or drop to his knees.
You blamed his insatiable appetite on being locked up behind bars and deprived of this kind of intimacy.
“I didn't have enough. I’ll never have enough,” he said, his voice husky. Deep. “Don’t deny me.”
“Bucky,” you said, his bare chest pressed against yours.
His fingers dug into your skin enough to feel his ownership. “You're mine,” he whispered, his other hand gripping your neck. Your pulse thundered under his rough touch. You were the only softness he knew now. “Say it.”
“I’m yours.” Of course you said it. Because when he looked at you like you were his salvation you wanted him to claim you.
He smirked, dark and triumphant, before he kissed you. It was hard, dominant, like he was trying to crawl inside you and stay there. Maybe you'd let him. Maybe you'd let him be the thing he worshipped in his own warped way.
Because he’d burn the world if you tried to walk away.
“Now tell me, princess,” he said, shoving his knee between your legs and tightening his grip. “You wanna choke or scream for me?”
Summary: Bucky wants a taste before he takes you home.
Word Count: 300
Warnings: DARK AU, dubcon/noncon elements, implied oral sex (f. receiving), implied unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), mention of murder, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Another for day 18 of the Sexy September Scribbles Challenge. Prompt: Make me beg for it. A follow up to Flinch! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Your hands trembled as you attempted to pack. You blamed it on shock from seeing a hole in your ex-boyfriend’s head and not the aftermath of the pleasure Bucky pulled from your body. At least the mobster was kind enough to use a silencer to minimize the sound and not hurt your ears.
“I can buy you new clothes,” Bucky offered, waltzing over and plucking the garment from your hand. He looked completely put together, like he hadn’t just fucked you like he owned you. Or killed someone. “Why don’t I lay you out on the bed and taste just how sweet your pussy is before we go?”
Heat filled your cheeks. “You’re dripping out of me,” you barely whispered.
“You think it’ll bother me if I taste myself inside you? I want to,” he murmured, brushing his lips against yours. “I’ll clean you up and fill you up all over again.”
“So, I’m really your whore now?” you spat.
You trembled more when he wrapped a hand around your throat, but he didn’t squeeze. “I may fuck you like a whore, but you’re my queen now.”
“Queens have power,” you said. You had none.
He smirked, putting you on the bed before you could protest. “They do. So, use it,” he said, spreading your legs and gliding his hands up your thighs. “Make me beg for it.”
Your eyes widened. “You’d beg?”
“I don’t usually beg, but I will for you… the woman given to me by a coward,” he replied, your eyes filling with tears. “You came so hard on my cock. Do it on my tongue.”
Your walls ached in a good way from him splitting you open, and your body wanted more. “Say please.”
He smiled. “Please.”
Because a king only bows to his queen.
Again, I think you're better off. Check out Sigh! Love and thanks for reading. ❤️
Summary: Bucky wins the race, but you may be a winner, too.
Word Count: 300
Warnings: Oral sex (m. receiving), implied unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), nicknames (Shade and Siren), confident reader, slight feels, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Day 23 of the Sexy September Scribbles Challenge. Prompt: All the way down, good girl...nose to the base, show me you can take it. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
You lost the race. Barely. It didn’t matter. Whether it was by an inch or a mile, you didn’t win.
And now you were on your knees for the victor.
“All the way down. Good girl,” Bucky praised, resting his hand on the back of your head. “Nose to the base. Show me you can take it.”
You glared up at him, the scent of him filling your nostrils. You knew how to suck a dick. He didn't need to guide you. But your body seemed to like what he had to say since your panties were soaked. Or maybe it was because Bucky Barnes was deep in your throat.
The Iron Hound’s Sergeant-at-Arms, looking like sin and danger in his kutte.
He groaned when slowly bobbed your head, not waiting for permission. “I think you wanted to lose that race, Siren.”
Your road name. You don’t scream, but you sing. In a whisper, a look, in the way you walk into a room and make it yours. You draw people in.
You pulled off his cock long enough to ask, “And why would I want that, Shade?”
His road name. He doesn’t need to be loud to be heard. He slips through the cracks, blends into the darkness. He makes people want to hide.
You’re the spotlight, and he’s the shadow.
There was no gloating in his steel eyes. Only heat. “So I could have you,” he said, pausing to touch your cheek, “...Without you admitting that you want me, too.”
Your heart pounded, and deep down you wondered if you did let him win. “Are you going to fuck my throat or not?” you asked.
“Yeah,” he sighed when you took him back into your mouth. “Then I’ll bend you over my bike and fuck your sweet pussy.”
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