call me whatever u like

𖦹bucky’s sweet girl𖦹

[cheriepepsi]

•~welcome to my blog~•

ny ✧˖° ~ twenty + she/they ~ bucky obsessed ~ (INTP)

✧˖° just a girl who likes to fixate and yap

“when i’m with you, the world makes sense, but when we are apart, i see clearly that your world is not a world from which one can escape.”

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[exquisink]

Imagine hating on me but i spend my free time maladaptive daydreaming about getting raw dogged by fictional men

[irontinystar]

[fckmebarnes]

cockwarming bucky while he’s lighting a joint and hitting it before he exhales it into your mouth — metal hand wrapped loosely at the base of your throat

“my pretty stoner bunny.” he mumbles as he watches the smoke leave your lips

you feel your cheeks heat up

“nuh uh,” you always find yourself shy like this when he talks to you, and let snot forget how deep he was buried in you right now

“no?” he lazily grins as he takes another hit, the weed hitting his system faster than before. his eyes droop as his hips angle a little to ash the joint and you whimper at the moment

“so easy, bunny.” he chuckles before hes sitting back up right, and going to lean back on the pillows. he watches you situate yourself again before you’re mindlessly lifting your hips up before sinking back down onto him

he’s too fucking high to really give a shit and fuck — your cunt was soaked with how stoned you were, how needy this little pussy was before he even got the chance to prep you to cock warm him

he knew exactly what you needed and it turned out it’s what he needed tok

“go ahead bunny, take what you need. my perfect girl.”

[waltzingbi]

*me, literally sick with want* whatever

[madaqueue]

sweet giggly sex with your fave where your noses are touching and you’re laughing into each other’s mouths and when you clench around him his moan is breathier than normal and you’re happy and safe and in love

[munsonify]

drunk call

pairing. bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary. when you’re in need of a safe way home from the bar, the first person you think of in your drunken haze is bucky, who comes to get you in an instant

content warnings. sm fluff, unestablished relationships, pining, idiots in love, alcohol consumption, r being super drunk lol, thunderbolts era bucky, softie!bucky (my beloved), slightly affectionate&touchy reader (sfw), pet names (sweetheart), r being called pretty, not proofread

word count. 1905

a/n. thunderbolts era bucky and tfatws bucky are rotting my brain away i love him your honor. not proofread

———

admittedly, you’d maybe had one too many drinks tonight.

when you received a text from an old friend of yours saying she was in the city, claiming she had the night free, of course you were going to make some time to see her. it was a night well spent at the bar, too. the drinks were good, you’d caught up on a lot of life with her, jokes were thrown around that had you both doubled over in laughter in the small booth you were cozied up in. the odd glances thrown your way at your giggles only made things worse for the two of you.

your friend called it a night around 11. the only reason she was in the area was for work, and with her luck, they’d scheduled her with a meeting very early the next day. it was time for her to head out, especially now that her boyfriend had arrived, ready to carefully help her to their hotel.

“do you want me to stay?” your friend slurred, grabbing ahold of her boyfriends arm as he guided her up to her feet. “we can stay. wanna make sure you get home safe.”

“i’m okay,” you told her, a genuine, reassuring smile on your face as your words slurred just as bad as yours. “promise i’ll get home safe, i’ll text you when i do.”

the way you rose to your feet wasn’t the most elegant, though you fit right in with the atmosphere. you wrapped each other up in a large hug, bidding each other a giggly goodbye, promising to keep in touch. her boyfriend gave you a small wave before he helped her out of the bar and away from your sight. that’s when you let yourself slide back into the booth, fumbling with your purse in search of your phone. your promise was true to her, you were going to get home safe. while you only stayed a few blocks away from the bar, you weren’t quite comfortable walking home in the state you were in, not like you’d walked there three hours ago.

your mind slipped straight to the thought of bucky as you pulled up your contacts, searching for his name and number. your thoughts often slipped to the man, it was hard for them not to. in the few months you’d known the man, living in the rebuilt avengers tower, you grew quite fond of him. it was a little unexpected.

you weren’t searching for anything romantic when you’d somehow stumbled upon the new team. you were focused on a list of other things - your mental health, your career (though being a now nearly full-time superhero wasn’t exactly what you’d envisioned), your hobbies -, so it caught you off guard when you noticed your growing feelings towards bucky. you began to seek him out in a way you hadn’t with anyone else. despite being a little tough and uptight at times, not really the most talkative person ever, he was kind. he had a nice sense of humor, too. dry, sarcastic, a little playful. at times, you were convinced that playfulness with you bordered flirtation.

that’s why you had found your way to bucky again in your drunken mind. you always felt oddly safe with him, anyways. it was comforting how protective he could be, a subtle sort of thing that you admired about him. you pressed your phone against your ear rather harshly as you listened to your phone ring a handful of times. the noise had you zoned in to the point you barely noticed he’d picked up, a curious ‘hello’ ringing into your ears. your body straightened up at the sound of his voice, a dopey smile finding your lips.

“hey!” you said cheerfully, hand gripping your phone tight as you began rambling to him in an obvious slur. “i’m so sorry if you were asleep or if you’re busy, but i’m kinda really drunk right now, i’m a few blocks away at a bar. is there any chance you’d, i dunno, come get me and walk me home? so i’m not alone? it’s totally okay if not!”

you realized how desperate you must sound calling him like this. you weren’t sure if he’d caught on to your slightly obvious feelings for him yet, but if he had even an idea that you might like him, this call was incriminating. you were calling him of all people, rather than simply calling a cab or an uber, or even just sticking it out and walking anyways.

“of course,” bucky told you as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. his response was immediate, without a second thought. those two words alone made your heart flutter inside of your chest. you passed along the name of the bar, one he’d remembered from passing so many times. he knew his way around the city well, and promised to be there in 10.

the moment you’d hung up the phone, soft giggles slipped from your mouth, the same wide smile on your face still present. you ordered yourself one last drink while you waited, closing your tab while you were up before you left and forgot. you sat in your booth in silence as you waited, gaze settling on to the drink that you sipped on. your body was beginning to feel a little heavy, the alcohol and your sleepiness starting to settle in now that you weren’t so focused on an ongoing conversation.

you were so zoned in, in fact, that you didn’t realize bucky had finally found his way to the bar, beelining to you in a slow, steady strut. his head tilted to the side when he stopped at your table, biting back a smile. you still hadn’t noticed him yet.

“hey there sweetheart,” bucky spoke smoothly, sliding on the opposite side of the booth. he noticed you still had a drink and decided to give you time to finish. your head shot up to look at him, eyes wide and gleaming the moment you recognized his voice. you gave him the same dopey smile you had when you’d called him. “mind if i take you home?”

you giggled at his words, biting your lower lip as you began to put on a show, thinking a little for a response you already had. you gave him a hum, words slurring still as you respond. “well i suppose so.”

you sipped the rest of you drink away after you spoke, quickly wiping away the drop that slipped from your lips clumsily. whether that clumsiness was because you were drunk or because bucky made you nervous, you weren’t quite sure. regardless, your nose scrunched up a little in embarrassment, trying your best to shake it off. he didn’t seem to mind or even notice. bucky had a small, content smile on his face, his blue eyes shining gently as he gazed at you.

the moment you set the glass down, his fingers found their way to it, taking it into his hand. he pushed himself back up from the worn booth, watching as you fumble to grab your purse and phone. the hand bucky offered up was his left. the metal felt nice against your buzzing warm, buzzing skin as you accepted it, letting him assist you to your feet. despite how hard the metal was, he was gentle with the way he held your hand, guiding you towards the bar again to give the bartender your empty glass.

bucky’s hand left yours, only to grasp ahold of your purse and your phone to carry it for you. he helped you towards his right side, wrapping that arm comfortably around you, hand bracing your waist as respectfully as he could. he began walking the two of you out the bar and onto the streets in a comfortable silence neither of you broke. you began leaning into him, still a little unsteady on your feet as you stumble slightly down the street.

your head eventually found comfort in bucky’s shoulder, the weight becoming nearly too much for you to bear on your own. you missed the way he smiled, small and proud as he continues to guide you through the city. that’s when he started to speak in a low mumble, voice deep, his tone sending shivers down your spine.

“you look pretty tonight,” bucky complimented, his head turning to look down at you fondly. it wasn’t often he got to see you like this, a little skirt he’d helped you pull back down into place just a minute or two previously. the shirt you wore was a little low cut, too, just enough to show some cleavage. that’s not why he gave you the sentiment. he rarely got to see you put together. it was usually sweaty work out clothes or bloodied uniforms he saw you in. this was a nice change.

bucky watched the way you smile wide, nose scrunching up again at his words. you tilted your head up to see him, sincerity laced in every inch of his face. while collecting your thoughts, you pressed your cheek into his arm as you stare up into his eyes, clinging to his body for dear life as you try not to fall. his strong arm kept you upright, though, careful not to let you drop to the ground.

“thank you,” was all you could manage out in a small voice, a hand of yours gently grasping at the sleeve of his leather jacket. it was then that you’d finally made it to the rebuilt tower, bucky swiping the both of you in, before holding the door wide open for you. he watched the way you stumbled into the building with an appreciative smile, before looking back at him expectedly. you had your hand extended outwards for him, searching for his touch

bucky took your hand without a second thought, letting his fingers intertwine with yours, before you guys made your long way towards the living quarters. even when you’d entered the elevator, three empty walls and a long railing for you to grasp ahold of to find your footing, you still held onto him. he was already helping you, anyways, so why would you let go now?

he continued to walk you out of the elevator when it’d reached high inside of the tower, helping you all the way to your bedroom door. bucky positioned you in front of him, letting go of your hand only to reach to your hair, tucking pieces behind your ear and out of your face.

“think you can find the rest of your way?” he asked, his hands smoothing down your hair once, before dropping it to his side. you gave him a lazy nod, eyes beginning to droop with exhaustion.

“yeah, i think should be fine,” you answered, offering a small smile. before you could overthink, you took two steps forward, arms reaching up to wrap around bucky’s shoulders. he blinked a few slow times, arms finding their way around your torso carefully as he embraces you. he tugged you a little closer to him, letting his chin rest gently on top of your shoulder. the hand that wasn’t holding your belongings smoothed up your back, a weak attempt to soothe you.

“thanks for walking me home, buck,” you whispered. “it means a lot. you’re a great guy.”

“anytime, sweetheart. just give me a call and i’ll be there.”

[cheriepepsi]

this is adorable oh my gosh

[bucksdove-deactivated20251201]

need to wear pajama shorts w/no panties underneath in front of bucky,, need him to bend me over a counter ‘nd fuck me,, groaning about how disgusting i am for teasing him, how he could see my cunt when i bent over or reached for something,, need him pervy.

just know he’d breathe down my neck while touching me,, ughh wtf!

who gets it.. maybe i’ll write more off of this..

[daisybvck-deactivated20250715]

Dbf!Bucky who is so rough and romantic

Pairing: Dbf!Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Your dad’s best friend,Bucky, who fucks and fingers you

Warning: Bucky as a whole, pussy spanks, spitting. Some degrading, hickeys, dacryphilia, rough-ish sex, overstimulation

Word count: 1k+

Dbf!Bucky who spits on your pussy and spanks it before sliding his cock in just to watch you squirm. He grunts a rough "you like that, huh? fuckin' messy girl" his metal thumb circling your clit with the kind of pressure that makes your hips lift off the bed. “How would your dad feel if he knew I fucked his little girl dumb?” He says with a sickening smile.

Dbf!Bucky who grabs your chin and tilts it up, slipping his fingers inside your mouth, holding it open like you’re his to command. His voice is low, teasing, almost cruel as he murmurs, “Tears already, sweetheart? I haven’t even warmed you up yet.” Then he plunges in, relentless and unforgiving, fucking you hard and deep, pushing past every limit until your eyes glaze over and roll back, lost in the rush he’s dragging you through.

Dbf!Bucky who presses just the tip against you, dragging it slow and cruel while your thighs are pinned wide in his grip, like he’s got all the time in the world to watch you come undone. “You need it that bad, baby? Then ask. Tell daddy how much you want it.” And he stays perfectly still until your voice breaks trying.

Dbf!Bucky who never stops muttering filth as he moves inside you—“tight little pussy, fuck,” “meant to be stuffed full of me,” every word rasped right against your ear, low and possessive—but his hands never stop roaming soft over your skin, anchoring you, calming you. He presses slow, reverent kisses between your shoulder blades, each one like a quiet apology for how deep he’s driving, how good it hurts. And even when his thrusts turn rough, relentless, there’s a sweetness to the way he holds you close, like he’s breaking you down just to put you back together again.

Dbf!Bucky who pins your wrists above your head with one hand, holding you there like you’re nothing but his to play with. The other slips between your thighs, and he doesn’t start slow—he presses the heel of his hand against your clit, grinding down fast and relentless, until your hips are jerking and your breath’s coming in broken gasps. You twitch under him, overstimulated and aching, but he just leans in with that smug little smirk and murmurs, “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Too much already?” Like he hasn’t even started.

Dbf!Bucky who doesn’t let you hide when your body starts to unravel—no turning your head, no squeezing your eyes shut. The second you start shaking from the force of it, he grabs your face, fingers firm around your jaw, tilting your head until your eyes lock with his. His gaze is dark, hungry, like he’s drinking in every second of your ruin. “That’s it” he grunts, voice rough and low. “Fuckin’ look at me when you cum. I want it burned into you—want you to remember exactly who fucks you this good. Who you fall apart for.”

Dbf!Bucky who says “good girl” like it’s both a blessing and a warning—low, firm, and thick with pride. The kind of voice that wraps around your spine and makes your body obey before your mind can catch up. He watches you take him, inch by inch, like you were made for it, and leans in close, murmuring, “That’s my perfect girl. Taking every inch like you were built for me. Just for me” And the way he says it—like it’s the only truth—makes you squeeze tighter, soak him deeper, desperate to keep earning that praise no matter how much it unravels you.

Dbf!Bucky who keeps thrusting deep and steady while his fingers find your clit, pressing down just enough to make you jolt. He rubs in slow, torturously precise circles—no mercy, no break—dragging out every twitch, every gasp like it’s his favorite song. You’re squirming beneath him, hips trying to shift away from the overwhelming pressure, but he just tightens his grip, that lazy, smug grin never leaving his face. “C’mon, baby” he murmurs, voice like velvet laced with heat. “Don’t run now. I know your body better than you do. I know exactly what it needs—and how far it can go.” And he doesn’t stop. Not until you cum with a cry.

Dbf!Bucky who fucks you hard, relentless and fierce, driving into you with everything he’s got—but the moment tears spill down your cheeks, he’s gentle, brushing your hair away like it’s the most precious thing in the world. He presses a soft kiss to your cheek, voice dropping to the gentlest whisper, “Pretty doll” even as his hips slam into you with the force that leaves you both gasping, like he’s trying to break you apart and build you back up all at once. That fierce, fierce love—wild and tender—is written all over him.

Dbf!Bucky who lifts you up effortlessly while still deep inside you, holding you close like you’re weightless in his arms. He carries you to the bathroom, his grip firm but gentle, until he settles you down in his lap, both of you sinking into the warm water of the tub. The heat wraps around you like a soft promise. His hands glide over your skin, slow and reverent, as he murmurs against your ear, “Relax, sweetheart. Let me clean you up. Took me so well.” His voice is low and soothing, but there’s steel beneath it—like he’s proud, like you’re exactly where you belong.

Dbf!Bucky who turns you toward the mirror while you’re still trembling, your legs unsteady, his release already slipping down your thigh. Your makeup’s a mess—mascara smudged, lips swollen, eyes rolled back into your skull—and he just stands behind you, palm splayed across your waist like he’s grounding you there. He leans in close, voice a gravelly whisper against your ear, “Look at that. Look at you. You should see how fuckin’ pretty you are like this—ruined, dripping full of my cum.” His eyes don’t leave your reflection as he lets his fingers trail down, slow and deliberate, like he wants to memorize every inch of the wreckage he caused.

Dbf!Bucky who leaves a deep, grinding bruise on your inner thigh with his mouth. doesn't bite-but sucks hard and slow enough to make you whimper, just so he can pull back and say "You’re all mine. No one is ever going to see you like this. You’re just for me."

[flofaiiry]

Washington's Finest — Bucky Barnes x Reader

SUMMARY: Congressman Barnes has heard the stories from his colleagues on committee, he knows the stereotype that politicians in Washington often hire women to pursue their extracurricular activities- but he never expected to be the one to be in the need of such... services, much less the kind of man who'd actually seek them out

WARNINGS: fem!reader, reader is a sex worker (referred to as a call girl & hooker), age gap (reader is in law school so mid/late twenties), reader's parents are dead, most likely incorrect info about nda's & how they're used, swearing, probably an overuse of italics oopsie, so much kissing, breast&nipple play, oral f!receiving, reader attempts to fake an orgasm (spoiler it does not work), fingering, mentions of masturbation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, bucky is kind of condescending, teeny bit of dacryphilia, big dick!bucky, little bit of manhandling, unprotected p in v sex (don't do that!!!), creampie. not proofread!!!

WC: ~7k

NOTE: sorry to all my Pitt & Shawn Hatosy followers that this isn’t your regularly scheduled content, I just got this idea after watching one too many Bucky edits and had to write it !!!😁😁 also I apologize if I portray sex workers in a negative light at all, that is not my intention at all!! I heavily based reader on Laurie from The West Wing, which is admittedly a pretty old show, but I tried my best & I hope you enjoy!!!

Bucky, the junior congressman from New York, knows the reputation that politicians have cultivated. He knows the stereotype of the dead-beat husband who steps out on his wife with a prostitute when he's in D.C., then acts all lovey dovey back in the home state.

He thought since he was single, he could avoid this dilemma. This career ending adultery and solicitation scandal that so many before him had walked into. He thought that he could find some girl to take home at a bar and get his rocks off that way, but that proved to be a harder task than he thought. Everyone in D.C., knew him. Everyone in Brooklyn knew him. Everyone everywhere knew him.

It was nice at first, but now it was starting to get annoying.

Fucking his fist in the shower quelled off the physical urges- and even that was starting to lose its efficacy. But what getting himself off didn't satisfy were his mental and emotional needs. The need to be seen, to be felt, to be touched, to be loved. Bucky wanted that.

But he wasn't going to get it anywhere in this town- or this country for that matter.

He'd heard enough stories through hushed conversations outside committee rooms & caucuses to know that Washington's Finest was the best, most reliable high end escort service in DC. The preferred choice for most politicians on Capitol Hill who dabbled in the art of the extramarital affair.

So, one afternoon when he was feeling especially in need- he made the call.

"Washington's Finest, you've reached Elena, how may I direct your call? The woman's voice is sweet and almost robotic sounding. Bucky isn't sure if it's actually a real person or one of those automated recordings until it starts speaking unprompted.

"Hello?"

He clears his throat, "Yeah. Hi. Um- booking."

Elena makes a little sound of acknowledgement before speaking again, "Alright sir, your call is being transferred, I'm going to place you on a brief hold, please stay on the line!"

As soon as she finishes talking, a smooth jazz music floods through the phone and into Bucky's ear. It's nice, familiar. Just as he thinks he might recognize the song, he's met with another woman's voice.

"Good evening this is Washington's Finest, you've reached booking! I'm Paulina how may I assist you?" She speaks, that same sort of uncanniness present in her tone.

"Hi. Yeah, uh I'd like to book- I guess."

"Great! Well then you're in the right place, may I just get a name to make the reservation?"

He hesitates, wondering if he should give his real name. Paulina seems to notice this.

"It doesn't have to be your name, sir. Just any name that we can refer to you by for the booking."

He doesn't say anything. Paulina fills the silence again.

"Rest assured sir, we deal with many high profile customers, our privacy policies are top notch to ensure that your proclivities are kept-"

"Steve." He blurts.

"I'm sorry?"

"Steve. My name is Steve."

Why he just offered the name of his best friend? He doesn't know. But at the moment it's the only name coming to mind so it's gonna have to do.

The woman on the other end smiles almost audibly.

"Alright then, Steve. What service would you like to book with us?"

"Shit, I uh- I don't know. What... services do you have?"

There's a ruffling of papers, a click of a mouse, then her voice again. "We offer three main packages: the One Night, the Weekend Getaway and the Week Long All-Inclusive. Many first-time customers choose to start with the One Night, helps them to find a girl they connect with to book longer services with in the future."

Bucky nods, then remembers she can't see him. "Right. Okay, sure, yeah- the One Night sounds good, let's do that."

"Great! Sounds good, let's get you all reserved - when were you thinking to book your service?"

"I, um- whenever?"

"How about tonight?" She asks, tapping away almost violently at the computer.

He nods, once, twice- like he's trying to convince himself to go through with this. To stoop down to a level he swore he'd never reach. "You know what- sure, let's do tonight."

Paulina continues with the booking, going over various policies regarding payment and acceptable conduct with the girl he books. Then, she gets to the names. There are three girls with availability tonight:

Anya.

Peggy.

And you.

Peggy's out immediately- way too much baggage associated with that name. He eliminates Anya next, sounds too harsh to him.

Leaving him with you. A girl with a name that rolls of the tongue, who will be showing up at his brownstone in a little over three hours

You get the call a few minutes after Bucky hangs up, Paulina tells you that someone named Steve has requested your company tonight, and you're to attend an address in Alexandria at 9pm sharp.

You get ready as usual, wondering if this Steve will be another senator or congressman stepping out on his wife- citing the 'stress of the job,' for pushing them apart, or if he'll be some rich old guy with nothing better to do with his money, or maybe- a secret third option. What that is, you're not sure yet- but a girl can dream, can't she?

Either way- the routine never strays. Makeup, hair, lingerie under an unassuming outfit (men love it when they get to feel like they're unwrapping you). You're out the door by 8:30 and catch the bus to the address sitting in your email.

You get there a few minutes early, so you sit on a bench a few doors down until your phone reads 8:59PM. Then you start down the street to your assigned place of business.

You climb the steps then knock on the door a few times. A second later the door's swinging open. You recognize the face from the news, and from the museum, the former World War 2 hero turned Congressman.

Bucky Barnes.

Not Steve.

You weren't surprised. Didn't feel catfished. 90% of the time the name you're given isn't legit, but one given by the customer to maintain certain degrees of separation.

"Congressman Barnes," you say, nodding your head slightly to greet him.

He says your name in the same tone, but different- like it's more foreign to him. "Please, call me Bucky." He half smiles, stepping aside in the doorway though still terribly unsure of himself.

"Bucky," you repeat, stepping into the house through the open space next to him. "This is a nice place," you hum, kicking off your shoes while he shuts the door behind you. "Thanks," he replies.

"You want something to drink?" He asks, beckoning you to follow him into the kitchen. You do. "Oh, just water is fine, thanks. And ice if you've got."

He nods, filing your preference away then walking over to the fridge to pull out a pitcher, then a cupboard for a glass.

"So," you say, walking around to the opposite side of the kitchen island as him, "what got you calling up Washington's Finest?" He shrugs, sliding a glass full of ice water to you. You mouth a thanks before bringing it to your lips and taking a sip.

"What's anyone looking for when they order a hooker." He says, blunt as ever. You almost choke on the drink, setting it down with a thunk before coughing the water from your windpipe.

"Sorry- is that not what you're called?"

You shake your head, "no, I mean- hooker's not wrong it's just, we prefer call girl. Evokes a nicer image."

"Right. Call girl." He repeats, nodding his head.

You take one more sip, washing down any stuck remnants of liquid from your earlier near-asphyxiation. "So sex?"

"I'm sorry?" He asks.

"That's what most people are looking for when they order a hooker." You repeat his words back to him, earning a smile from the man. He nods, "can't argue with that logic."

He still hasn't answered your question.

"So... sex?" You try again

He coughs, like he was caught off guard. "Yeah, sure. I guess."

He says the words like they're true, but the look in his eyes says they're anything but.

"Right, okay." You reach into your purse and pull out a thin stack of folded paper. “Got a pen?” You ask, setting them both down on the counter: one in front of you, the other in front of Bucky. He quirks an eyebrow, “yeah,” then opens a drawer to retrieve one, “what’s this?”

“NDA,” you say plainly. He scoffs, “I’m not going to tell anyone, if that’s what you’re worried about-”

You cut him off with a shake of your head, “it’s nothing personal, just company policy.” You reach into your bag once more to take out your own pen, “it’s to cover both of our asses.”

He follows your lead, signing his name on the various lines and not bothering to read all the legal jargon. “Both our asses?” He questions, crossing the T’s and dotting the I’s.

You nod, not once looking up from the page. “Mhmm, that way if I get drunk and start blabbing about all the congressmen I’ve slept with and your name comes up, then you can sue or whatever.”

He watches as you flourish the pen along the paper, marking your name and initials down, then meets your eyes when you slide the forms away. His brows are furrowed, “you get drunk and run your mouth a lot?” He asks, tone half joking.

You smile, “I don’t, but some of the other girls aren’t as careful, like to brag about their customers ‘n such.” He hums, sliding his own papers forward to stack on top of yours.

“You good? Ready?” You ask, putting your pen and the papers back in your bag. Bucky replies with a borderline shaky sigh. You squint, not normally the reaction you get from customers. “Everything okay?”

He nods, slow and unsure. “How does this work exactly? Do we just… start?” You shrug. “It can work however you want it to work. We can do whatever you want to do.”

“What if I want to just… talk first.”

His behaviour is a refreshing contrast to the men you normally deal with- their minds are set on getting your clothes off the second you walk through the door.

“That’s fine,” you smile, “we can talk.”

He nods and exhales, like a weight’s just come off his shoulders. “So,” you start, “what do you want to talk about?”

“Right,” he says, like he forgot that having a conversation would require actual talking.

“Um. What got you into…” he trails off, looking for the right words, “this line of work.”

You laugh, “oh this is not my dream job, believe me. I’m just doing this to get through law school, only got one year left. I’m getting out of this business the second I pass the Bar.”

Bucky raises his eyebrows, he clearly wasn’t expecting that answer. “Wow, law school. You go to GW?” You shake your head, “Georgetown.”

“Damn. They've got a good program over there.”

“I know,” you nod, “and expensive.”

“Ah,” he mouths, “hence the…” he gestures between the both of you, referring to the situation at hand.

“Exactly.”

“Parents can’t afford to help you out a little?”

You shake your head, “it’s not that they can’t afford it, they-” you stop yourself with a sigh. Any other customer would get a rehearsed answer about why you’re in this business, but any other customer wouldn’t have asked the question in the first place. “My parents died a few years ago, bank gave me a hard time with the inheritance — not that it was a whole lot, and there wasn’t very much left over after I paid off their house & some debts.”

He gives you a sympathetic look, the same one everyone gives after you drop the dead parents bomb. You give him a look that brushes off whatever empathetic sentiment he's conjuring up before he can say it. You shrug, “wanted to go to law school, couldn’t afford it, found a way to afford it. That’s all it is.”

He still doesn’t say anything, just keeps looking into your eyes like they’ve got some answer he’s been looking for all his life.

“I’m not proud of it,” you add, starting to rationalize and he quickly starts to shake his head.

“Oh, I didn't mean to imply that you should be ashamed or anything- I mean, fuck I’m the one who- I don't know, hired you? if anything I should be ashamed.”

You huff, “don’t be, you’re... different.”

Bucky smiles at that. “Different?”

“Yeah, most other customers have one thing and one thing only on their mind when I’m around but,” you shrug, “I don’t know, you don’t? I guess? You care about more than just the sex, I mean. At least I think you do. I hope you do."

You add the last part under your breath- you're not even sure why you add it- you know better than to feel anything more than a tolerance for one of your customers.

“Call me old fashioned, I guess.” He jokes. Some of his nerves appear to slough off when you laugh.

“Yeah, something like that,” you reply.

The room falls into a sort of silence, coming about after your laughter fizzles out. It's not awkward though, just like you're both weighing the options of what to say next.

"How about you?" You fill the air with your voice, the question catches Bucky off guard. "What about me?" he answers.

"Why Congress?" You shrug, "being in the history book once isn't enough for you?" It's teasing, but the question behind it still stands: why politics?

He raises his eye brows, bringing a hand to his chest in mock offense. "Wow. Okay. Calling me an attention seeker?"

You tilt your head, "most of you are. I don't know why else anyone would chose a job where your employer is the fucking general population."

"First of all," he starts, corner of his lip raising in a challenging smirk, "they're called constituents- I work for the great people of Brooklyn, thank you very much."

You laugh, "right, right, constituents. I ask again, why spend your life doing such... thankless work? I'm telling you, 90% of these congressmen & senators have some small dick insecurity or something and need some big, powerful job title to make up for it."

Bucky scoffs, taking a few steps around the kitchen island to stand beside you now, you turn to face him, leaning your side against the countertop.

"Well, I definitely don't have that problem," he says, leaning in close against your ear. His voice sends a pulse down your spine that's received between your legs- husky and low.

He pulls away from you and spots the way your eyes had fluttered just barely shut in response to his breath against your skin. You blink- once, twice- trying to adjust to his new proximity to you. "I guess I had just spent enough of my life hurting people, and I wanted what life I have left to be spent helping 'em instead." He mutters the words, searching through your eyes like he lost something in them and if he looks hard enough he'll find it.

Then his eyes flick down to your lips, for a split second- like he's wondering if he should kiss you or not. But when he shifts just marginally away from you- it seems like he's decided against it. Your breath catches in your throat when he shifts, a jolt of borderline disappointment passing through you.

"Kiss me."

The words leave you before your better judgement can tell you otherwise. He wasn't expecting that.

"What?"

You swallow. "Kiss me," you repeat- more sure this time.

"Kiss you?" He asks like he's trying to make 100% sure he heard you right.

You nod once. "Kiss me. Please."

Bucky absorbs the words, then brings a hand up to push a strand of hair behind your ear. He drags his fingers down your jaw, before cradling his hand there at the nape of your neck. His calloused fingertips sit just at the back of your head, then he presses them into your skin and draws you towards him. He pulls you in until your lips are just barely brushing against his.

His lips are dry- not chapped, not rough- but dry like they're looking for something to quench their thirst. They're a stark contrast to your own, meticulously glossed over in that perfect shade that brings out your eyes just right.

Then he kisses you- finally, he kisses you. It's painfully soft, and you're immediately craving more. You bring your own hand up to the side of his face, tangling your fingers into his chocolate brown hair as you deepen the kiss.

He hums into your mouth as his eyes fall shut, and brings his other hand- the metal one- to your waist, pulling your body flush against him. You thought it'd feel harsh, mechanical even, but somehow his touch still manages to be soft.

Suddenly all you can think about is what those fingers would feel like inside of you.

You take your other hand up to the other side of his face, pulling him impossibly closer to you, taking a deep inhale when you do. The air you bring in is mix of second hand smoke and vintage cologne, it's undeniably him.

That snaps the last strand of Bucky's control, the last little thread that had him holding on to any chivalrous sense of decency. He's desperate for you. He thought he was in need of connection- of touch, but the second you walked in his door?

He needed you.

More than he'd ever needed anything else before.

He travels both of his hands down to the backs of your thighs, and picks you up in one seamless motion. You're shocked at his strength at first, but them remember who you're dealing with: Bucky Barnes, former Winter Soldier- he could probably throw you around like it was nothing if he wanted to.

And God, you really hope he wants to.

You wrap your legs around his waist once he's lifted you, and he starts to maneuver you through his house. Walking masterfully through the expanse of hallways within the brownstone without breaking away from the kiss for so much as a breath.

He pushes the door open with your back, taking one hand from under you to flick on the lamp just enough so he can see where the bed is. The dark orange light from the fixture floods the room, bouncing off every available surface & enveloping your bodies in an auburn blanket of warmth.

He lowers you down onto the bed with ease and crawls over top of you. He presses one last firm kiss against your lips before pulling away. His breathing is heavy and ragged, and you can't help but notice the faint blush on his cheeks when you open your eyes.

"Are you sure about this?" He asks, his tone serious, "I know it's your job to say yes, but- do you want this?" If you say no he'd stop, of course he would, but right now he is praying to every higher power that you'll say yes.

No customer had ever asked you that before- asked the woman beneath the call girl what she wanted. And even if they did- it always came with the silent expectation that despite whatever you might want to say deep down, the answer would always be yes.

You nod, still breathless from the exchange earlier- but that's not enough for Bucky. "Words," he whispers, ducking his head down to the crook of your neck. "Tell me you want this, want me," he says, words muffled against your skin as he kisses it softly.

"Want this," you say, still nodding furiously, "want you."

He groans against your neck, raw and desperate. The vibrations ricochet down your body, landing with a throb between your thighs.

Bucky roams his hands down your body, and slides them under your shirt, splaying his fingers against your stomach. One hand's warm, inviting, sultry. The other- cool and unnaturally smooth. But both are soft, and the juxtaposing sensations makes you squirm.

"Fuck, you are so beautiful," he mumbles, tugging at the hem of your shirt then pulling it up over your head. You raise your arms to allow him to slide it off of you, leaving your chest covered with just the skimpy black lace bra you picked out before you left.

He travels his kisses along your neck, down to your collarbone, and across to the top of your ribcage. He moves down your chest, following along the geography of your sternum until his face is buried between your breasts.

One of his hands comes up to cup over the material, inner knuckle of his thumb brushing perfectly across your nipple. You gasp at the new contact, desperate to feel more of him- everywhere.

That sound only encourages him, emboldens him, and before you know it he's tucked his fingers underneath the thin material and is ripping the bra in half at the front seam. He pushes it aside and you shrug off the straps.

This bra was in your all star rotation- it was by far the most flattering one you owned. You should be upset, should scold him with something along the lines of making him buy you a new one, but right now you could not care less about that.

You're yanked from your train of thought when you feel Bucky's lips close around your nipple. His tongue swirling around the bud and teeth grazing it ever so gently. You arch your back, heaving your chest against him by consequence

He brings his hand to your unattended breast, squeezing and grasping at the flesh in just the right spots before pinching at that nipple.

“Please, Bucky,” you whimper, rolling your head back into his mattress while your fingers tug at his long dark strands of hair.

You feel him smirk against your chest, before he picks back up his head and slots his lips onto yours again. “Wanna taste you,” he says through kissing you, “can I?”

“You don’t have to, I’m-“

“I want to,” he cuts you off, “please?”

You nod, slow- but incredibly sure.

“O- okay. Yeah. Sure,” you breathe.

He smiles- like really smiles, then kisses you again1 before descending once more down your body. He leaves wet open mouthed kisses down the expanse of your chest and torso, hands working on undoing the clasp of your pants so he can push them off once he reaches the waistband.

He tosses the garment haphazardly somewhere in the room, before hooking his fingers through the band of your panties.

“This okay?” He asks, eyes hooded with lust as he looks up at you for your consent.

You nod- pathetically quick. “Yes. Please.”

The ends of his lips quirk upwards as he pulls the thin lacy material from your legs. It’s too slow- painfully slow. You wish he’d rip them off like he did with the bra.

Once they’re off, Bucky kneels on the floor in front of you, and hooks his arms under your thighs and pulls you to the edge of the bed. He presses his lips to your clit, leaving a tender kiss over it, before licking a long steep stripe up your slit.

“Fuck,” you gasp, hands finding his hair again like there’s some kind of magnet drawing them there. You pull his face against your cunt, forcing his tongue into your hole and knocking his nose against your clit.

“Oh my god,” you moan, arching your hips off the bed and even further into him before he plants you by the hips back into the mattress. He delves his tongue inside you, prodding eagerly through your slick and fucking it in and out of you.

It feels good- feels so good- but it’s not enough.

Your instinct takes over though, months of experience in appeasing men and making them think they’re bringing you to the edge to stroke their ego.

You tone up the moans, raising your volume and repeating Bucky’s name like a mantra. All things to signal that you’re getting close. Your tugs at his hair turn to pulls, thighs pressing around his head, as you lean into the act of an impending orgasm.

It’s not that you didn’t think he could get you there- it’s that you didn’t want him to wait.

“Fuck, Bucky- ‘m gonna cum,” you whine, squirming under him relentlessly. He doesn’t say anything, just keeps lapping at your cunt with his tongue.

“Shit- I- fuck, I'm coming, Bucky I'm-" you cut yourself off with a pornographic moan. One perfected through numerous uses, it's always believable. Always makes the man feel good about himself that he 'made a woman cum.'

Bucky doesn't buy it though. Not for a second.

"No you're not," he says, voice stern and words getting muffled against your pussy. The stubble lining his jaw scrapes at your inner thighs when he speaks.

"Does this not work for you?" He asks, pulling away from you and caressing your thighs. You shake your head, "no- I'm sorry it's not that, I just- it doesn't matter if I feel good or not. You're the customer." You prop yourself up on your elbows to look down at him.

His hair is disheveled from your hands being rooted in it, his chin and lips coated with your slick.

"Who the hell told you that?"

You shrug, "just common sense I thought."

He scoffs, "yeah well fuck that. Tell me what you want me to do. What you need me to do to get you there- for real."

"To be honest- I don't really know," you start.

Bucky cocks an eyebrow, "you don't know?"

You shrug again.

He sits back on his heels, sigh heaving from his chest. "Well, how 'bout this- when you touch yourself, what do you do that makes you cum?" The question's awkward, but for some reason you don't feel opposed to answering.

He traces his vibranium fingers up and down your inner thigh. The cool metal makes your muscles tense. "I want to make you feel good," he says, "but I can't do that if you don't tell me how to go about doing it."

You release a shaky exhale before you speak.

"I need something... inside."

Bucky smirks, "yeah? What's something?"

You shrug, "anything, really. Fingers, toy, dick."

He laughs at that, shaking his head before looking back up at you and leaning back in.

"Well how about," he starts, voice dangerously slow and fingers inching back towards your core, "I give you my fingers now, make you cum on those 'n get you all stretched out for me... Then, I give you the other thing."

You swallow hard, the anticipation building like a knot in your chest.

"Deal?" He asks, tip of his index finger brushing right above your clit. Your breath hitches when you nod. He smiles, "good girl. Now let me make you feel good."

And with that he disappears back between your legs.

Bucky wastes no time and gets right back to business. He wraps his lips around your clit like he never left, and pushes one finger into your tight cunt. He watches eagerly for your body's reaction, indulging in the way your head tilts into the mattress and your eyes roll back in the socket.

"That feel good?" He asks, the vibration against your pussy adds a new layer of pleasure. You nod quickly, "yes- fuck, feels good."

"Good," he smirks, adding a second finger into your hole and curling them inside you, then sucking harder at your clit. The moans slipping from your lips this time are angelic- ethereal, Bucky thinks. They're that beautiful because they're real. The sounds are a tangible demonstration of how good he's making you feel.

You don't notice when he adds a third finger, or when he brings his thumb to rub little circles at your clit, your senses are too bombarded with all the other inputs to register those little changes.

What you do notice, however, is how quickly you come tumbling towards the edge this time- the real edge, the brink of orgasm, not the metaphorical one you created to stroke the egos of your other customers.

Bucky notices too. Notices the way that when you're really close, you don't get louder, but get quieter- your jaw dropped open but no sounds to be heard. The way you clamp your eyes shut and grip onto his hair and the duvet for dear life. The way your hips writhe under him, desperately and subconsciously trying to create more friction for yourself.

He notices it all.

But his favourite thing he's noticed thus far, are the pretty noises you make when you do cum. No showy, perfectly defined moans, but little breathy whimpers that bleed into louder cries of his name as your release gushes out around his tongue.

Music to his ears.

"That's it, just like that, good girl," he coaxes, working you through the high. He gets lost in the way you taste, the noises you make- all of it.

What he doesn't notice that you've already come down from your first high, and so he doesn't stop. Just keeps laving at your slit, sucking at your clit and pumping three thick fingers inside your cunt until he's sending you hurdling towards a second orgasm.

"Oh my- fuckingGodBucky," the last words tumble from your lips in a single syllable as you cum again onto Bucky's tongue. He dips his mouth down, lapping up every last drop of your release like it could grant him eternal life.

When he finally pulls away, hands resting on your thighs to stop them from quaking, he sees the wet marks down your cheeks, and the new crystalline beads forming at the corners of your eyes.

He stands up quickly, a little concerned and hovers himself back over you again. "Hey," he speaks, voice soft, "you okay?" He brushes the hair from your face and the tears from your eyes.

All you can do is nod, breathing too heavy to form any words at the moment. After a second you speak, "felt too good." Bucky laughs, "too good? That sounds like a challenge."

You raise your eyebrows before tracing your eyes down his body, settling on the very evident bulge between his legs. "You did promise me something..." You trail, dragging one finger against him through the jeans. He lets out a strangled sigh at the tiniest bit of friction.

You smirk at your effect on him, before tugging him down to press your lips to his. You taste yourself on his tongue when he slips it into your mouth, you should be a little grossed out- but you could not care less.

The only thing on your mind right now is getting him inside of you.

You pull him to lie next to you, then roll yourself on top of him, straddling over his bulge and grinding your cunt against him. You moan into each others mouths, Bucky's hands find your ass, squeezing and groping at the flesh while yours move to the buttons of his shirt. Undoing them greedily- unapologetically eager to see what he looks like with nothing on.

He moves his arms to let you slide the shirt off of him, leaving him in just a white tank top which he sits up slightly to take off. You can't help but gawk when he's finally topless. Your eyes wander shamelessly over the expanse of his chest and you trace your fingers along the grooves of his muscles, lingering on the little scars and marks like you're trying to commit them to memory.

"Kids these days don't learn it's not polite to stare?" He says, snapping you out of the trance-like state his shirtless figure put you in.

You scoff, "what's not polite is looking like this and expecting me not to look." You lean down and press a kiss against his lips, "I'm just a girl. I see pretty abs & arms and I stare." You sit back up, shuffling down his legs to sit over his knees, then bringing your hands to undo the button and zipper on his pants.

He raises an eyebrow, "I have pretty abs and arms?" He asks, bending his knees to let you slide the slacks down and off of his legs. You stop dead in your tracks, fingers hooked into his boxers but not pulling them down yet- not when he just said that.

"You're joking, right?" He doesn't say anything, just stares at you with an amused look plastered onto his face, "Jesus Christ have you ever looked in a mirror, Bucky?" You shake your head through a laugh and finally pull his boxers down to free his cock.

You sigh at the sight of him. He's big- this you could assume from the way he carried himself. The confidence he exuded. The way he acted like he didn't have any physical detriments to compensate for.

But he's kind of- obscenely big.

You lick your lips and sweep your hair behind your ears and out of the way, before ducking down to take him in your mouth- but Bucky stops you before your lips even meet his tip.

"Not tonight," he says, "another time."

You raise an eyebrow, "another time?" He smirks, then pulls you up for a kiss, "yeah. Another time," he breathes, before pressing his lips to yours. Just from where you're straddling him, you can feel the head of his cock hitting dangerously close to your clit.

"I don't mean to inflate your ego anymore than it already is," you tease, pulling away to look down at him, "but- respectfully- how the fuck am I supposed to fit that inside of me?"

Bucky rolls his eyes playfully, then brings one hand to your hip and the other to wrap around himself, tilting it slightly so it lines up with your entrance. "You can take it. Don't worry." He moves you down by the hip just barely, you gasp when the very first millimeter of his cock prods into your entrance.

"Just take it slow, yeah? Take it slow."

He loosens his grip on your hips, allowing you to take the lead and decide how quickly you want to sink yourself onto him. You nod and plant your hands on his lower abdomen to steady yourself, before slowly- so, so slowly- moving down his length.

The stretch is unlike any you've ever felt before. A string of profanities floods out of your mouth and your head rolls back. Bucky's eyes threaten to close at the feeling of your walls hugging so tight around him, but he keeps them glued on where your bodies meet- watching intently at the way you swallow every inch of him inside of you.

"Just like that," he drawls, sucking in a breath and resisting every urge to buck his hips up and shove himself the rest of the way in.

"Holy shit, Bucky." Your breathing is ragged once you've finally sunk all the way down onto his length. The pads of his fingers are digging into the flesh of your hips, you're sure they'll leave bruises behind but all you can think about right now is how it feels like his cock is about to split you open.

"I know, baby, I know," he stutters, trying to maintain his composure as best he can. "I can't- fuck- too full, I can't," you shake your head, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes once again.

He pulls you down by the arm, lacing his fingers through yours then kissing you. It's soft, but only for a second. Before you know it he's sliding his tongue in your mouth and rolling you both over so he's on top now. He braces his forearms on either side of your head, and pulls away from the kiss to rest his forehead against yours.

"You want this? Hm?" He pushes a strand of hair from your face, "want me to fuck you?" His tone is cocky, he knows you want him, but he wants to hear you say it.

"Yes, yes- fuck, please," you whimper, still wholly consumed by the feeling of his thick cock inside you. He smirks, "atta girl," he presses one last kiss to your lips- needy and desperate, before drawing his hips back, then slamming them back into you.

You practically scream at his sudden movement, the pleasure and pain of the stretch blending together and making your vision all fuzzy. The pace he sets is slow, but hard. Unrelenting.

Bucky drops his head to the crook of your neck, biting and kissing at your clavicle. Out of the corner of his eye he spots your hand, desperately gripping at the thin linen sheets to ground yourself. He takes it in his, before pulling it to rest on his back. You nails dig in to the musculature almost instantly, summoning a deep groan from within him.

With that same hand, he takes your leg to sit around his waist, pushing himself even deeper inside of you. The new tilt of his cock now knocks perfectly against the spot inside you that has you seeing stars, drilling into it with every thrust.

The room is hot, your bodies sticky with sweat. The only thing you can hear is the sound of Bucky's hips smacking against yours, his breathy grunts in your ear with every rock of his body into yours, and your repetitive cries of his name.

The pleasure is everything. It's all consuming, earth shattering- but somehow it's still not enough.

"Please," you breathe, "need- fuck, go faster."

He picks his head up to look at you, "yeah?"

You nod, desperate- begging. "Need more, please."

Bucky scoffs, "need more?" He repeats- almost mocking you. You just keep nodding. "Well alright then," he grunts, and you can hear the smirk playing across his lips.

His next actions happen in a whirlwind. He pulls himself out of your pussy, coaxing a whine from your throat when you suddenly feel so empty. Then with one strong vibranium arm he's flipping you over, your face smushing into the pillow before you turn your head.

He brings the same hand underneath you, cool metal fingers splaying across your lower belly as he slams all the way back inside you. Your eyes go wide, accompanied by a load moan of his name before they're clamping down shut again.

His new rhythm is cruel. He looks down and watches the ripples of your ass with every thump of his hips into yours. Bucky presses the hand he has under you against your skin, he can literally feel himself sliding in and out of you. Can feel how deep he is inside of you.

"Oh my- God!" You choke out the last word when he pushes on your lower belly, walls immediately clenching around him.

He hisses out a breath, "you wanted this, hm? So take it. Be a good doll and take it."

"Jesus fucking Christ, Bucky 'm gonna cum." Right as the words leave you, all your senses melt into a white hot static as your orgasm rips through your body.

"Yeahhh, atta girl. Just like that- cum on my cock just like that, huh?" His low voice coaches you through it, never once stopping his unrelenting hips against yours.

His hips finally start to stutter, right as his high starts creeping up on him. You can tell from his thrusts getting shallower that he plans on pulling out to finish- while it's the sensible thing to do- it's also the last thing you want him to do.

"Don't," you gasp.

"What?"

"Don't pull out. Wanna feel you, please God, need to feel you."

He wants to ask if you're sure, but before he can form the words he's falling over the edge. He groans your name and shoots his spend deep inside you, marking you- ruining you for anyone else.

Bucky's thrusts into you turn lazy, then coming to a complete halt right before he pulls out of you. One last whimper falls from your lips, your hole feeling both so empty yet so full of him.

"Holy shit," he huffs, sliding his hand from under you and rolling to lie down next to you.

You turn onto your side to look over at him, your eyes still find a way to linger on his chest. Once he cracks his eyes open and sees you ogling him again, he can't help but laugh.

"You've really got quite the staring habit, huh?"

Your lips turn up into a smile, "can't exactly help it."

He shakes his head, letting his eyes fall shut as his breathing finally comes back to a normal pace. The both of you are too tired to say anything, but really- there's nothing that needs to be said.

He wasn't expecting a girl like you to be the one that knocked on his door- nor were you expecting a man like him to answer. Both of you know this was more than just a business exchange. Even though there'd be money deposited in your account after this, it felt different.

This wasn't just a hook up- it was a reckoning.

When Bucky opens his eyes again, there's a different look in them. And when he stares at you, searching through your own eyes for the answer he's been looking for all night- it's like he's finally found it.

He pulls you into him, moving you so that you lay your head on his chest. He presses a kiss into your hair, and traces his hand up and down your shoulder.

Neither of you say anything more, his eyes said it all already- stay.

And you do.

please let me know what you think!!! reblogs & comments mean more than u know!!!

[cheriepepsi]

this is a necessary read for any Bucky lover

(i hope you make a pt.2!! 🤍)

[bucksdove-deactivated20251201]

ok but i just thought like getting railed by bucky until u forget ur name means…. you must be in a real deep subspace to actually experience that (which i want so bad like nothing is better than just rmbring your daddy fucking the sense out of you)

uhm,, yes please..

bucky who fucks you soooooo deep and teases you for it, his big hands wrapped around your face while he stares into your eyes, shallowly thrusting and groaning till all you can do is whine and beg..

“mhh? what’s wrong baby?”

“i-i don’t know i-“

“shh, of course you don’t, just let me take care of it, yeah?”

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literally fucking you till you go stupid, telling you to be quiet anytime you mutter a sound.

“mhm? wanna make me happy, yeah baby? just stay quiet and take my cock.”

muttering about how he’s gonna breed you, too weak to reply as drool spills from your lips.

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“mhhs sooo good dadddyy-“

but, this wasn’t till after he made you cum for the fifth time, your eyes sealed shut with your brain blank.

“being so good for me, so pretty, fuckkk yeah, give me one more?”

“please? i just wanna make you feel good baby, y’know that’s all i want.”

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i literally can’t get myself to continue this,, watching vanillamace stream and crying while writing it

eheheh leaving this here cause it reminded me of this..

[cheriepepsi]

my favorite white chocolate

[angelsautumn]

[cheriepepsi]

why can’t he be mine😞

[cheriepepsi]

might be time to start up the ol acc

[cheriepepsi]

[dissolved-g1rl]

What if Bucky is super insecure because he has gotten a lot more grey in his beard so the reader shows him how much she loves it by riding his beard/face :pp

ੈ✩‧₊˚ told you so! (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)

He has a headache, this is seriously giving him a headache. He fresh from the shower, towel wrapped around his hips, hair dripping water onto his skin, he slicks it back and sighs. The grays in his hair he can handle, except it’s two hairs that have gone gray. That’s whats so annoying, his fucking beard is graying before his hair is! He leans away from the mirror when he hears a knock on the door. “Come in baby, ‘s not locked.” He grumbles.

You poke your head inside, it’s steamy inside the bathroom, and smells like his soap. Piney, sorta woody, minty—all Bucky. Water drips down his the cleft of his chest down his abdomen, he’s gotten squishier, the abs are still there, less defined, but still there. “Sorry, I needed to brush.” You chirp sweetly, padding over to the sink. He pats your ass as he moves past you to your guys’ bedroom to get dressed. He catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror on the dresser and sighs again, rubbing the side of his jaw. He dresses himself, just in time for when you walk in minty fresh.

“Hi, sorry—I wasn’t trying to be pervy, walking in on you.” You say sheepish and it makes him smile. “I wasn’t naked, and you’re not pervy, I also don’t care if you see me naked.” He says grasping your hips when you clamber onto his lap. “Hi gorgeous.” He hums, “Hi handsome.” You croon back, rubbing under his jaw, he winces slightly which makes you confused. “Sorry, did I scratch you?” You ask softly, pulling your hand away quickly. “No, sorry, no, you didn’t nick me.” Bucky reassures quick to soothe you. “Something wrong?” You murmur, looping your arms around his shoulders. He sighs, he should just tell you. “I have grays.” He grumbles, it makes you laugh. “Bucky, so what? You’ve have ‘em for like…years.” You say incredulously. “I didn’t have as many though! I’ve gotta ton now.” He pouts, for most people it’d be jarring to see the winter soldier pouting, you kiss it away. “It’s sexy, very…silverfox!” You hum, running your knuckles against the salt and pepper hairs. “You’re just sayin’ that.” He grumbles once more, “Am not.” You deny, “Are too.” He says with an airy laugh. “Lie down.” You croon, “Why?” He murmurs suspiciously, going down easy when you push down on his chest.

You crawl over him, hovering over his stomach. “It’s sexy, hot, attractive, whatever adjective.” You mumble. “What’re you doing?” He asks, squinting at you, placing his calloused hands on your hips, pushing your shirt up. He’s not surprised to see pink panties with polka dots, but it’s still incredibly pleasant. “Nothin’ just showin’ you how much I like the salt and pepper.” You say cheeky, climbing higher till your cunt is level with his mouth. He smiles feeling hot, if he realized being a little whiny would result in getting to see your cute drooly pussy he would’ve started bitching way earlier. “Oh honey.” He croons, tugging your panties till they bunch up, tickling your folds softly through the fabric, he can feel the patch of wetness seeping through the gusset. “Bucky!” You whine, trying to push your hips forward for something more. “Need somethin’?” He asks teasingly, thumbing your clit as he presses his nose against you clothed folds. You’re stuck between wanting to push forward to keep his thumb circling your sensitive clit, or pulling away so he quits sniffing. “Bucky! Stop! That’s so gross!” You blubber and he rolls his eyes. He pulls away, pulling your panties to the side, kissing the inside of your thigh, gently scraping the skin with his teeth. “I can’t have any fun without you squealing.” He says, cupping the back of your thighs up to your ass, squeezing your cheeks in his large palms, making sure your panties are kept to the side. “Shut up!” You hiccup, leaning forward and bracing your hands on the headboard. He noses through your slit, his facial hair grazes against your skin, it makes you throb, rolling your hips down. “Mhm.” He hums, forcing you down, slurping up all your sticky pre, it makes you feel hot, how lewd. He kisses your outer lips, practically making out with your pussy. His hand trails from your behind to your front, pulling your hood back, giving him full access to your clit. He kisses it softly, bobbing his mouth lightly rolling it between his lips, drawing slow circles with his tongue. You fold forward, “Fuck!” You shiver your thighs shaking around his head. He dips his pointer finger between your lips, getting it sticky and wet, pushing it inside, massaging your gooey insides, adding a second finger when you’ve barely adjusted to the first. “Already?” He croons, feeling you start to get all jittery, rolling your hips onto his fingers, curling your toes when he slips his tongue out to flick your clit. “Shut up! ‘M sensitive” You sputter, “Keeping going—Oh!” You hiccup, going taut, he keeps you upright, rolling his tongue around your clit, keeping his fingers curled inside you as you cum all over his mouth. Pulling away only when you get all twitchy.

“Told you I liked it.” You murmur afterwards, sleepy, yet blissed out. “Yeah.” He scoffs, drunk off your syrupy cunt, wiping the aftermath of your orgasm off his mouth with the back of his hand. “So I shouldn’t buy beard dye?” he hums “I’d kill you.” You murmur. “Noted.”

credit to @diviniyae for dividers

a/n: not proofread lol

[cheriepepsi]

riding his face would fix all my problems

[materia-girl88]

Coarse Treatment

18+, minors dni

Bucky is very protective of his girlfriend, so much so he even holds back during intimate moments. But communication is key and honesty goes a long way. Basically, reader wants to get fucked and after an emotional discussion, Bucky delivers.

The title of this fic and one small part later is inspired by one of my favorite scenes in the 2022 version of "Lady Chatterly's Lover" with Emma Corrin and Jack O'Connell. IYKYK ;)

Even before your relationship, Bucky was protective of you. He couldn't figure out why he was so drawn to you. You were head of the research team Valentina hired for the New Avengers and though you may not be out in the missions themselves, your skill for research and your vast knowledge made you vulnerable. Especially seeing as you often traveled with the team, setting up base wherever they went to so you could relay information.

Bucky had watched your back since the beginning. When you first met him, it kind of annoyed you. You were a grown ass adult with your own combat training.

Now? The both of you knew it was because he cared. He fell first, drawn to your wit and charm, and you couldn't help but let your heart open to him.

The protectiveness continued but now you welcomed it.

He would walk on the outside of sidewalks. At any social gatherings, his arm was resting on the small of your back to keep you by him, and if you did have to leave him, his eyes would scan the room every little while to catch sight of you and make sure all was well.

But with Bucky's protectiveness, there was just one small issue.

He was too afraid of hurting you if he got rough in bed. You loved having sex with Bucky. He was an attentive partner and always left you more than satisfied.

But dammit, sometimes you really just wanted him to rail you into the mattress or maybe hold you down over the arm of the couch.

He rarely touched you with his vibranium arm, worried he would somehow unintentionally cause harm, but you couldn't help but he drawn to it and the possibilities.

So you hatched a plan.

You and Bucky had your own wing of the New Avengers Watchtower and you were currently waiting for him to get back from a meeting with Valentina and the other team members.

You wore one of his black t-shirts, nothing but your red lace panties underneath, your hair thrown up in a messy bun.

You had just put a roast in the oven when you heard your door open.

"You here, doll?" Bucky called out and you smiled, just the sound of his voice enough to make you giddy.

"In the kitchen!" you called, moving to the counter to clean up a bit where you had prepped some sides to make with dinner.

You heard his heavy footfalls coming your way and it wasn't long before strong arms wrapped around your waist, one warm and the other cold.

It had taken a while to get used to the drastic difference in temperature, but now you craved to feel both arms around you always.

Bucky's head came down to nuzzle into the space where your neck and shoulder met.

"Smells good," he said softly, lips pressing to the skin exposed where his shirt was too large.

"I just put the roast in. It'll have to bake for a while but I think it'll be good," you told him, leaning your head back to his shoulder.

You felt a grin come onto his face, "I wasn't talking about dinner, doll."

You flushed, wiping your hands on a towel before turning to face your boyfriend.

Your hands rested on his chest as you peered up at him through your lashes.

His eyes were dark as they roamed your body, dipping down between you to gaze at your bare legs.

"You look good in my shirt, baby." he told you, hands crumpling the fabric as they slid to rest on your hips

"Well, maybe if you're good, I can be dessert," you said in a soft, teasing voice, leaning up on your toes to press your lips to his.

The kiss started out innocently enough, just a press of your lips together, but when Bucky's tongue came into play you couldn't help but grant him entrance.

He tasted of mint and whiskey and you figured he'd probably had a drink at the meeting. He was intoxicating and you couldn't help but press your body flush to his as you slid your arms up to wrap around his neck.

A soft groan was released against your lips as he felt that you weren't wearing a bra beneath the shirt, your hardened nipples pressing into his chest.

Bucky pulled back to trail kisses down to your neck, sucking a mark before asking, "What are the chances of having my dessert first?"

You laughed, head leaning back as he continued to suck at all the spots of your neck where he knew you were most sensitive.

Your laugh turned into a whimper though when Bucky bit down at the edge of your collarbone.

His hands on your hips tightened their hold so he could pull you over to the large sectional couch.

He pushed you down to lay against the soft cushions, his breathing heavy as he observed your pliant body.

The shirt had ridden up just above your bellybutton exposing your panties and shapely hips.

You gave him a dirty grin as you let your legs spread, showing a damp spot on the red fabric.

"Eat up then, Buck." you said coyly, and he wasted no time.

He dove between your thighs, pulling them to rest on his shoulders as he turned his head and placed a kiss to the inside of your right leg.

"Do you know why I enjoy eating you out so much, baby?" he asked, blue eyes gazing up at you.

"W-Why-OH," you cut yourself off as he bit your thigh. You leaned up on your arms to watch him work, slowly making his way up, up, up to where you needed him.

"Because, you taste so fucking sweet. Better than any dessert I've ever tasted before," he told you, before finally pressing a kiss to your clothed cunt.

You couldn't help the thrill that ran through you at the admission, your cheeks flushing as you watched him bring his hands to the waistband of your panties.

He pulled them off and threw them over his shoulder, not worried in the least about where they landed.

His only concern was the pretty, wet pussy in front of him and the whimpers that left you as he leaned in, his tongue pressing to your slit and running it's way up.

Your fingers came to tangle in his hair and you held him close as he worked you.

"Bucky, god you feel so good, baby," you told him, brows scrunched.

He moaned as you pulled at his locks, and you could feel his hips grinding into the couch.

You knew his cock was probably hard in his jeans, tip red as the vein that ran up the side throbbed.

You loved his cock, loved it in your mouth, your hands, your pussy.

You couldn't help but squirm, your hips shifting as he feasted on you.

But then, he let go, giving your hips free will when all you wanted was to be held down.

You whined, but not in a good way. Your hands grabbed his where they now rested on either side of your hips, bringing them back to your naked flesh.

"Hold me down," you begged him, but could feel him hesitate, pulling away.

You sighed as he backed up, sitting up and glancing at him. His lips were red and spit shiny and his chin was damp with your arousal.

"Doll, I can't," he said and you nodded, just wanting to move on.

"It's fine, Buck. Don't worry about it," you said softly, beginning to stand so you could wash up and check on dinner.

You didn't get the chance to pass him as he caught your wrist gently but firmly.

"Can we talk about it?" he asked and you waited a moment before nodding, sitting down on what your deemed to be your corner of the couch when you first got it, it being your place of comfort.

You brought your knees up, resting your chin on them as you can waited for him to speak.

"Tell me what's wrong, baby. Please?" he asked, tucking a stray wisp of hair that had escaped your bun back behind your ear.

You felt yourself flush again for another reason, tears of embarrassment welling within your eyes.

Bucky's eyes widened and before you knew it, you were pulled into his lap.

"Okay, I need you to tell me, doll. I can't fix it if you don't tell me," he said, hand rubbing against your back to comfort you.

You wiped your eyes before meeting his.

"I-I feel so stupid for being upset but it's been m-months since we got together and it's like you still w-walk on eggshells around me," you rambled, trying to stay composed, "I just feel like you're c-constantly scared to touch me properly and so our sex life isn't satisfying e-enough for you. So I-I had a whole plan that I-I would make your favorite dinner and dress in your c-clothes and try and make it better."

Bucky was shocked, you could tell by his facial expression. His wide eyes and slack jaw would've honestly been a bit funny if the situation wasn't so serious.

"Baby, no," Bucky said softly, pulling you into his warm chest, and that's when you couldn't help but let a few small sobs out.

He kissed your head, and the next words that left him shocked you even more.

"I hesitate because I love you, doll. I love you and I'm worried of hurting you. What if I grabbed you too hard? Or pushed you too roughly? I would never forgive myself."

You froze at his confession. Not over his fear of harming you, as you knew about that, but at his declaration of love.

"You love me?" you asked, pulling back long enough to meet his eyes.

He smiled softly, his hands coming up to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

"More than my own life," he said.

You couldn't hold yourself back as you leaned in to kiss him once more, lips melding with his.

You pulled back moments later, your hand coming up to brush his hair back out of his eyes.

"Bucky Barnes, I am so incredibly in love with you that it consumes me completely," you replied.

His pupils expanded a bit at that, and he stood, pulling you with him to the kitchen.

He grabbed a fish towel and pulled the roast from the oven, tossing it on top of the stove and turning the appliance off.

"Bucky, what are you doing?" you asked, wondering why he was ruining the dinner.

He turned to you, walking to you and gripped your jaw in his flesh hand.

"Not letting the kitchen catch on fire while I fuck you the way you deserve," he said, voice deep in a way you hadn't heard before, "Go to the bedroom. Take this shirt off. Sit on the edge of the bed."

You gulped, eyes wide.

"W-What?"

His hand released your jaw only to tangle in the bun your hair was in, pulling your head back so your eyes couldn't leave his.

"Did I stutter? Get your ass to the bedroom."

You were gone as if someone had lit a match under your ass, heading to the bedroom as Bucky calmly followed behind.

He leaned against the doorway of your shared bedroom as you stopped at the end of the bed and turned to him.

He raised an eyebrow as he waited for you to follow instruction.

Your hands shakily came down to the hem of your (his) shirt, and you pulled it over your head, quickly tossing it aside.

You were fully bare now, your panties still somewhere in the living room.

"Do what I said and sit," Bucky reminded you and you obeyed immediately, your thighs pressing together as you did so.

He slowly made his way to you, lifting his own shirt over his head and tossing it away as he did so.

"Undo my jeans and take my cock out," he said.

You were on it, doing as told. You tugged his jeans and boxer briefs down his thighs and he removed them, kicking them aside.

His vibranium hand came to grab your bun once more, tilting your head back just a bit while his flesh hand wrapped around himself, stroking slowly.

"You're gonna suck my cock. And maybe if you're good you'll get rewarded."

"Buc-" you cut off with a gasp as he slapped his dick against your cheek.

"You wanted this, you've got it." he said. "If you need to stop, pinch my leg. Otherwise, get to it, doll."

You wasted no time in taking him into your mouth, cheeks hollowing around his as you sunk down.

Your eyes remained on his as you went, noticing Bucky's chest rising with pants, obviously affected by the sight of you taking him in.

You hummed at the taste, letting his fist in your hair guide you.

The room was silent save for the sounds of the air conditioner and the slurping of your saliva on Bucky's thick cock.

"That's it, doll. Being so good for me," he huffed, abdominal muscles clenching at the feeling of you pleasuring him.

Your eyes closed as you savored him, moaning around him as you felt the arousal pooling in your pussy once more.

Before long, you could tell Bucky was becoming overwhelmed with the feelings you were giving him, and he pulled you back just before he came, the salty tang of his pre-cum still on your tongue.

"Was that okay?" you asked softly, voice a bit hoarse.

He cupped your cheek, thumb tracing your bottom lip.

"More than okay, baby. You're such a good girl for me. I almost came down that pretty throat," he said.

His thumb slipped into your mouth and you took a moment to close your lips around it, sucking gently.

He pulled away a momemt later, leaning down to kiss you quickly.

"Middle of the bed, hands and knees." he commanded.

You scrambled to obey, back facing him as you positioned yourself as ordered.

You felt your boyfriend kneel onto the bed behind you and you flinched as you felt his flesh hand start between your shoulder blades and trace a line down the column of your spine to the slope of your ass that faced him.

You yelped when he landed a firm smack to one of your asscheeks.

"That's for thinking that I don't absolutely worship the ground you walk on. As if I could ever be disappointed by you," he said.

He leaned down, body coming to cover you, chest to back as he positioned his hard cock at your weeping entrance.

He kissed you shoulder and whispered, "I love you."

Then he slammed deep within you.

"Ah!" you cried, catching yourself as the force of his thrust jolted you forward.

He wasted no time in setting a rough pace, his hips smacking against your ass.

He leaned back onto his knees after he whispered to you, wanting to watch as he wrecked you.

The flesh of your ass jiggled with each thrust.

"That's it, baby. That's good," he growled, barely heard above your cries of pleasure.

He held your hips, controlling your movements as he pushed and pulled you on his cock, using you for himself as well as your pleasure.

"Bucky, you feel so good. Please," you whined, fingers clenched into the sheets until your knuckles were white.

Your breasts were bouncing with your movement and you couldn't help the yelps and cries you made as he fucked you senseless.

"Your pussy is so tight around me. I can feel her clamping down. Close already?" he teased.

He grabbed you by the hair, pulling you off your hands until only your knees supported you, your back to his chest once more.

"Don't you dare come until I say so. This pussy is mine, your orgasm is mine," he said, thrusts speeding up.

He changed the angle of his hips slightly and soon he was pummeling the soft spot inside you, your cries now more of one constant wail.

His free hand came to grab one of your breasts, kneading at it before rolling your nipple between his finger and thumb, pinching before sliding up, wrapping around your throat.

Your hands came to grasp at his forearm. He wasn't choking you, just holding onto you and you needed to hold him.

"Please, Bucky. I need to come, please," you sobbed, hips struggling to keep up, but you'd be damned if you didn't try.

"Yeah? You need it?" he teased, his vibranium hand now moving down to where your clit was throbbing.

He brought his thumb to flick at it, causing you to jolt.

"Yes! Yes, p-please. I-I need it so bad,"

you begged, trembling with the force of holding back.

"Then come," he growled, and pinched your clit.

You were done for, your wail hoarse as your orgasm slammed into you. You couldn't help the clenching of your pussy around him, and you savored his sounds.

"That's a good girl. Fuck, your pussy is so greedy. She doesn't wanna let me go," he huffed.

You let out a breath when you were done, collapsing against him.

He continued to move, to chase his own orgasm. You were oversensitive and exhausted but you craved feeling him let go.

"Come in me, Bucky, please. I wanna feel it. I want you to fill me up," you said, voice slurring.

At that, he let out his own shout of pleasure, his hips stuttering as you felt his warmth unleash within you.

He continued to thrust, hips slowing down until he was finally done.

You collapsed onto the bed and he followed not long after.

It took a few minutes for you both to catch your breath, your gazes locked onto each other.

You held up a hand in a high five and Bucky snorted, palm smacking against yours before tangling your fingers.

"I love you, you dork," he said, and you giggled, leaning in to kiss him.

"I love you too," you said, and silence fell over you two for a moment longer before you spoke.

"Wanna order pizza?"

"You read my mind, baby."

[cheriepepsi]

oh this is so cute 🤍

[mournthebird]

Domestic Winter Soldier / Soldat Stuff

warnings: PTSD | Slight self-harm | Mentions past abuse

a/n: Idk I wanted to write this because he deserves some love even when he's the soldier. Various hcs about domestic life with the Winter Soldier. Actual fics in the works. I run four blogs so I try to balance it all. Not edited ignore mistakes.

Soldat is a little awkward with home life at first. He isn't sure what to do, being free from constant control isn't something he can easily adjust to.

He looks to you for commands all the time. Can he sit? Can he go to the bathroom? Can he sleep? Can he eat? Every little thing he does. You have to reassure him that he doesn't need to ask permission for anything, but he still does.

He sometimes gets snappy at you, since he still can't decide whether or not to trust you 100% or not. He can't understand why someone is being so nice to him.

Sometimes he accidentally breaks something and he flinches away from you, or he hides out of fear. You have to coax him out, telling him it's okay and that you're not going to hurt him. He always hesitates.

He struggles to sleep so he comes into your room most nights and stares at you or roughly shakes you to wake you up. "Can't sleep." he speaks lowly, and he grunts and climbs over you into your bed, never waiting for a response. At first he sleeps away from the door, but as time goes on he moves to sleep closest to the door in case any unlucky person breaks into your apartment.

Very much like a cat, he stays back but when he wants attention he sort of just...flops near you and demands it by laying on you somehow, or sitting super close so your bodies are touching.

He watches you cook a lot. He sits down at the counter and watches or he stands over you and watches. Sometimes you have to pull him away from the stove because the oil will burn him and he doesn't bother moving away on his own.

He's much more curious than you'd think. He watches you do a lot of things, almost as if he's never seen anything like it. Something as simple as brushing your hair or doing laundry, he's mesmerized by it.

When he's not watching you do something, you notice that he just stares a lot. He always watches you, at first out of uneasiness, but then...just because. He's always watching you, almost like he's worried you'll disappear.

You help him shower, he doesn't like touching his scars. He tries to rub them away, and he's tries to claw his metal arm off. So you help him clean to prevent him from going into one of those episodes of hurting himself in that way.

He used to get aggressive when you came around him when he was naked, treating you like some big threat, but you realized this was something more than just fear. It took a lot for him to get comfortable enough to allow you to touch him in the shower/bath.

For being so heavily trained as the best assassin, he's quite accident prone. Nothing major, but enough to warrant some kind of care. He feels a little confused whenever he gets hurt by accident, like he never expected the corner of the table to leave a small cut on his flesh arm. He focuses too much on things he knows hurt, that other things go unnoticed.

He learns to cook with you some days, he was tired of just watching. It's a good way to show him you trust him too, letting him handle things like knives or sharp objects without worrying he will hurt you.

You learn he really likes pie. Apple pie especially.

You also learn the alarm on the oven is too loud for him so you use your phone instead.

If you bring him out with you, he's very protective. His head is on a swivel, constantly observing everyone around you. He stays glued to your side, not letting you take many steps away from him.

Gets overstimulated easily.

Sounds that are similar to a blender or electricity freak him out. A bug zapper is also a sound he hates.

Some foods he looks at with newfound curiosity, like he hadn't seen them before. There are things he doesn't even recognize, newer or modernized things, he didn't know what to think. What the hell is an air fryer? How do you fry with air??

Get one and watch how he looks at it with amazement and confusion.

He seeks out spaces where he can be alone a lot, he needs space sometimes and you understand.

During bad episodes he sometimes disappears from your apartment, making you panic a little each time. You find him in alleys or the streets from time to time, he never wanders too far. You are worried sick but your priority is to get him back home.

It's hard for him to show it, but he does appreciate you and everything you've done for him. He gives you hugs from behind a lot, sometimes he whispers a word to you, but mostly he's silent.

He likes puzzles. He likes putting them together. Maybe because he himself feels like there are so many pieces of himself missing and it's satisfying to fill a picture.

One thing that calms him down are fresh cookies. Chocolate chip cookies fresh from the oven, he can go from high strung to calm and docile.

He hates porridge and/or oatmeal. It's too similar to the things he was forced to eat in HYDRA. Tasteless slop, he can't stand the texture.

He loves when you brush his hair. His scalp is sensitive since he had his hair yanked and pulled so much, but you're always gentle. He loves feeling your fingers run through it and it puts him to sleep within minutes.

You're the only one who can touch his scars. Not that he is close to anyone else, but he doesn't fight you when your hand roams over where metal meets flesh.

Watches over you when you sleep a lot, his eyes glued to the door and his ears alert to every single sound. He stays up until he literally can't keep his eyes open.

He's very attached to you and never wants to leave you, ever.

Dividers by @/strangergraphics