Hello, Iâm Ruby! Iâm a 23 y/o plus sized gal who likes to write steamy stories that mostly star my current obsessions *cough* Sebastian Stan & Chris Evens *cough* I often write PlusSize!Reader fics bc curvy babes are gorgeous, gorgeous, girls<3 Currently Iâve been on a dark!fic kick so keep that in mind if u donât like those topics. Warnings are listed for each fic. Please feel free to talk to me or send me a request, if you want to know if I write for a certain character, just ask! I always appreciate feedback so plz comment, like, reblog, send me a hand written review-or all of the above! I cross-post on my AO3 Ruby_Nation but my works should not be posted anywhere else without my express permission.
A steamy drabble in honor of Chris Evansâ 41st B-day!
The Best Part of Waking Up (One Shot) đ„”
PA! Steve Rogers x Dom!Boss! ReaderÂ
His boss may not be a morning person, but itâs up to Steve to get you to work on time. Things donât exactly go the way he expects, though.
Bucky Barnes (MCU) /Sebastian Stan
Hard To Handle (One Shot, rpf) đ đ„”
Soft!Dark!Sebastian Stan x Plus Size!Handler!Reader
You risk your safety trying to find Sebastian when he runs off, but you donât understand why heâs so upset. As his handler, itâs your job to keep him in line. Plus, why would any man try something on a girl like you? He decides to show you just what men are capable of.
When Words Fail (One Shot) đ đ„° đ„”ishÂ
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Who said running away from your problems couldnât solve them? Well, Bucky sure didnât seem to appreciate it.
Sleeping With A Friend (In Progress Series)Â đ đ„” đ
Soft!Dark!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader
When Bucky sees what youâre wearing for pajamasâor lack thereofâhe canât help how his body reacts. Youâre a heavy sleeper anyway.
Wanna Be Yours (One Shot?) đ„° đ
Sugar baby!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader
You donât have a problem letting Bucky see other people, but Bucky wants to tell you that youâre all he wants.
Touch Me (Drabble) đ
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Random angsty late night drabble
Moon Knight Boys (MCU)
I Saw Him Standing There (In Progress Series) *Hiatus*Â
Marc Spector x reader, eventual Steven Grant x reader
Marc Spector has become somewhat of a regular at your (very legitimate and not at all illegal) business-much to his chagrin. When three months roll by with no word from your grumpy âfriendâ you decide to search him out. What you discover has you baffled.
Series Masterlist
Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)
Actions Have Consequences (Drabble) đ đ
Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Reader
Lloyd is so happy to have you home, but he needs to show you what happens when you donât listen to his rules.
Front Row Seat (One Shot) đ đ„” đ
Soft!Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Plus Size!Reader
Lloyd gives you something to do while heâs getting information out of his targetâkeep his cock nice and warm.
Put On The Costume  (Drabble) đ đ
Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Reader
Late night angsty drabble đ
Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)
Whatâs In A Name? (One Shot) đ đ„°
Soft!Ransom Drysdale x Plus Size!Reader
You finally tell Ransom how much you hate the nickname he gave you.
So You Want To Tango? (In Progress Series)Â đ đ„” đ
Stepbro!Ransom Drysdale x Virgin!Plus Size!ReaderÂ
All you were trying to do was lose your v-card, was that too much to ask? Apparently so, according to your stepbrother.
Castiel Novak (Supernatural)
Kiddo (Modern Day AU Completed Series) đ„° đ đ„”
 Older Broâs Best Friend!Castiel x College Student!Reader
What can a girl do when the guy sheâs loved since middle school still calls her âKiddoâ? Well, maybe a night no one expected and a few too many drinks can change everything
Pt.1
 Pt. 2Â
 Pt. 3 đ„”
Jack Kline (Supernatural)
Baking With The Devilâs Son (One Shot) đ„°
Jack Kline x Reader Platonic Relationship
Itâs Jackâs birthday and youâre gonna make sure itâs a celebration to remember! Which means you get to deal with baking the cake. Jack does have some concerns about your expertise, though. (For @squirrel-moose-winchester Crack Fic Challenge. My prompt was âJack Asks Questionsâ)
If any of you are any fellow BL drama girlies, I have a BL focused side blog @blnationwins that I am active on, so feel free to follow! Right now Iâm mostly obsessed with The Heart Killers đ but donât plan to write any fics (tho FadelStyle gives me lots of inspirationđ)
If any of you are fellow BL drama girlies, I have a BL focused side blog @blnationwins that I am active on, so feel free to follow! Right now Iâm mostly obsessed with The Heart Killers đ but donât plan to write any fics (tho FadelStyle gives me lots of inspirationđ)
The title of this post probably gave this away, but I am announcing an indefinite hiatus starting now. It only feels right that I stop with the random âomg I have free time guys Iâm gonna write!â posts. Obviously, I am not good at sticking to promises (or a regular upload schedule).
Anyway, I am graduating college in a few weeks and will be starting a new chapter(ha) of my life and donât think writing fanfics is going to be a part of it. At least, for now. Who knows, maybe in 3 years the writing bug will bite me in the ass again & Iâll start pumping out new content like nobodyâs business! But I canât promise anything, sorry.
I want to take this time to thank every single one of my followers and readers who have supported my work and shown it so much love! Just because Iâm âgoneâ doesnât mean my fics are, they will stay on my tumblr and archive of our own, and thatâs a promise I can keep, so please keep enjoying them!
Holy shit! I know I havenât been active for quite a while, but thank you to everyone who has stuck around & thank you for 800 followers!!! Thatâs freaking crazy guys! Also, thanks for all the love yâall have given âSoft & Cuddlyâđ€đ€đ€
Iâm coming up on the end of the semester, and Iâm planning to do some writing(!!!!!!) during my very last winter break, so keep an eye out!
clenching my teeth and muttering under my breath "you'll be happy you did it you'll be happy you did it you'll be happy you did it" as I physically force myself out the door to go Do Things
being very firm with myself every time I think about bailing and saying "no. you committed to this. it will improve your quality of life. you will enjoy it. now put on your big boy pants and go."
Iâm hooked on biker/bartender bucky(even tattoo artist bucky) with fucking Tats right now and Iâd totally love if you could maybe write him and chubby/plus sized reader having a flirty relationship, maybe theyâre like a fling or something. She works at his bar/tattoo shop, whichever au you pick, and theyâre just fucking flirty and so naughty together lol
Smut is always welcomed!!
Thank u bby in advance<3 mwahhhđ„șđ
about how it started..
pairing: bartender!bucky barnes x curvy!reader
warnings: 18+ only. pining. flirting. smut. a little tiny hint of voyeurism/exhibitionism. if iâm missing something pls lmk!
words: 3.1k
notes: thank you, mickey, for sending this and sorry it took so long! i kind of wanted to incorporate more mention of his tattoos but i felt like i kept screwing it up so i kept it very vague - iâm sorry. but i hope you like this! i really love the idea and iâd love to do more with them in the future, too (including more of his tattoos too đ„Ž), so thank you, thank you, thank you!! đ„°
also this gif isnât necessarily the bucky i was picturing but the visible tattoo feels right so whatever đ
i hope you guys enjoy this! thank you in advance for reading and reblogging. as always, feedback and comments are always welcome and so appreciated! đ€
You know you should be checking tables right now. You know. But goddamn if you canât take your eyes off of the brawny, blue eyed, six foot something beauty that is Bucky Barnes.
Youâre leaning against the far end of the bar, eyes fixed on him with no plans of trailing anywhere else.
Heâs making another Sex on the Beach for the less than subtle, leggy, bleach blonde whoâs been fawning over him since she got here. When she and the other college girls showed up, seeming to have already been pregaming, you knew tonight wouldnât be uneventful.
You could obsess over the fact that the twenty one year old, who looked like she stepped right off a runway, was currently pushing her chest out and twirling her perfectly styled hair as she continued rambling on and on to Bucky, but his disinterest was clear to you as he kept a polite smile and entertained her as he finished the drink.
That, and because you had no right or reason to obsess over who was flirting with him and when.
Right?
You pushed the thoughts away as you admired Buckyâs profile. The way some of his hair had fallen out of his bun and hung around his perfectly sculpted face. How his brilliantly blue eyes shone still through the dark strands. And god did you envy his perfectly shaped nose. Your eyes fell to his lips as he smiled at something the girl said, but you couldnât even bring yourself to care, you were so caught up in the beauty of it. He gave her the drink before he tucked the loose hair behind his ears.
You watched as the girl held out a twenty with a sultry smile and a wink before Bucky took it with a small laugh as she sauntered off back to her friends.
He put it in the cash box and then pushed up his sleeves as he took the time to count out how much the bar had made so far tonight.
You swear your mouth went dry as his tattoos were on display now. The dark ink that told story after story lining his forearm, and though you couldnât see them right now, led all the way up his strong arm only added to the endless list of things that made him attractive. The artwork was mesmerizing. Just like him.
âYou just gonna stare at me your whole shift, sweetheart?â he says to you without looking over, a smirk playing on his lips.
You take in a breath before pushing off the bar and walk over to meet him where he stands.
âWho says I was staring at you?â you question and lean over just slightly to glance at Torres who was pouring shots at the other end of the bar.
Bucky turns to follow your gaze and gives a laugh when he sees who youâre referring to.
âYou and Torres, huh?â he plays along, smirk never faltering. He finishes his count and tucks the box back under the bar before he turns fully to you, blocking your view of the younger man completely, not that you cared.
Bucky walks into you, backing you up until youâre forced into the dead corner of the bar. You nearly stop breathing when he leans into you, his cologne invading your senses, his warmth surrounding you as he keeps you trapped between him and the bar, his thick arms on either side of you. Your lips part on an inaudible gasp when his lips brush against your ear.
âHe know I was guts deep inside you last night? How you were screaming my name, begging me not to pull out? So fuckinâ desperate to be fullâa me,â he reminds you as his hands find your waist and he squeezes your softness before pulling you flush against him and letting his hands slide down to your ass. âHow many times did you come again? I think I lost count,â he taunts as he leans over you and gropes you shamelessly.
You can see out past his shoulder as he nearly nuzzles into your neck, your eyes growing heavy with desire as your lips stay parted in heated awe.
Your eyes meet the blonde Bucky had just served as she looks on in a bit of a stupor before blinking and turning away with a hint of a blush warming her cheeks.
âWatch it, Barnes. Youâre gonna lose out on tips if youâre not careful,â you warn playfully, if not a bit breathily.
When he starts kissing your neck, your knees become unsteady as a warmth starts to grow in your tummy.. and lower. Your hands latch onto the front of his shirt in an effort to stay steady.
Youâve noticed heâs been getting more brazen every day, more teasing and touching when he knows full well people can see, and the fact that he really doesnât seem to care sparks a bit of hope that maybe this could grow into something more than what it started as.
But as Bucky nips and then gently kisses your pulse point, all thoughts fly right out the window as your main focus is solely on not melting into a puddle right then and there.
âDonât care,â he says against your delicate skin, placing another kiss to your neck before you push him back just slightly. âWhat?â he asks as a half smile adorns his face when he stands up straight again, looking down at you.
âDonât start something you canât finish right now,â you say as you hold his smoldering gaze.
âYou think I wonât fuck you right now?â he challenges, his seriousness sending a thrill up your spine.
You let out a nervous, disbelieving laugh as you push him to turn around. âI think you have some patrons waiting for your attention,â you say, ignoring the desire burning deep within at his words.
He sucks his teeth as he walks back over to the lively area of the bar, but not before eyeing you with a look that promises he isnât done with you tonight.
You watch him back before spinning around and coming out from behind the bar to start checking tables.
â
Youâre leaning over a newly emptied table close to the bar when you feel his heavy gaze on you.
The low cut scoop neck of your top already offered a generous view of your cleavage, but as youâre leaning over to wipe the table down, youâre sure he can see right down your shirt. You hide your smirk as you walk around the table and make a show of leaning over once more, your tight black skirt that hugs your tummy riding up your thick thighs as you do. Youâd forgone underwear under your opaque black tights and wonder for a second how much he can see as you bend further over the table.
You donât have much time to wonder as suddenly Bucky is right up behind you. You stand up against him, your ass brushing against his crotch. His hands are on your skirt as he adjusts it back down for you.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â he asks, voice low and husky.
âCleaning a table,â you answer innocently as you stay where you are, enjoying the feeling of his large hands on your wide hips and his solid chest at your back.
âYeah? Cuz from where Iâm standing, it looks like youâre purposely being a little tease.â
âMe?â you say in faux offense, turning to face him. âIâd never. Just doing my job, boss.â
He pushes you back against the table just slightly, âSo, youâre telling me you havenât been thinking about how hot itâd be if I came up behind you, ripped your tights open and fucked you stupid right here on this table?â
You swallow hard as you feel yourself growing wet at the scene that plays out in your mind. The bar is near empty as youâre both getting ready to close up but the idea of Bucky taking you right here and now, onlookers be damned, has heat creeping up your skin.
âSay I have. What are you gonna do about it?â you whisper wantonly, eyes swimming with lust.
A sinful growl escapes him as he presses himself closer to you. You can feel his growing bulge against you and it takes everything in you to not let out the whimper that threatens to slip past your lips.
Joaquin left twenty minutes ago after him and Bucky served last call, so itâs just you two and the lingerers who are slowly making their way out.
âWhat am I gonna do about it?â he repeats as his hand comes up to hold your chin. He leans down, face to face with you as he continues headily, never taking his eyes off yours, âIâm gonna fuck you stupid. Right here. On this table,â he breathes each sentence before he finally takes your lips in his. Itâs gentler than you expect as your eyes flutter shut and the sound of the entrance door closing behind the last patron signals that youâre alone now.
You sigh into his mouth before you pull him closer, the kiss growing more heated with each moment that passes.
You let Bucky ruck up your skirt as your hands fumble with his belt before you start working on his button and zipper. You stop him for just a second, grabbing his hand, âYou rip âem, you buy âem,â you tell him, earning a grin from him.
âDeal,â he says before easily tearing your tights and turning you around, forcing you down against the table.
âNo underwear, huh?â he taunts as he rips your tights even more, his thick fingers wasting no time in playing with your wetness on full display for him.
Your legs are spread as you moan at the delightful feeling of his fingers pushing into your sex, opening you up for him as he scissors his fingers inside your tight heat before curling them the way he knows you like.
âFuck, Bucky, please,â you whine as you clutch onto the table, pushing your hips backs and trying to fuck yourself on his hand.
âJesus, fuck, youâre perfect,â he swears before landing a stinging slap to your ass and pulling his fingers out. He quickly tugs down his jeans and frees himself from his boxers, his erection hot, heavy, and throbbing.
âMake me so fuckinâ hard, you know that?â
You only mewl in response as he runs the head of his cock through your folds, teasing you. He doesnât have as much patience as he normally does, though. Heâs been thinking of you nonstop since you left his apartment this morning. Been wanting you close again from the second you left his bed.
He knows this was just supposed to be a fun fling, but from the first time he kissed you, he knew he was done for. He knew heâd only want more.
And he was right.
He wanted all of it with you, not just sex. He wanted to spend his days cuddling you in his bed, watching movies, talking about nothing; hell, he even had to stop himself from texting you the other day to see if you were busy when he had to go get groceries because he wanted your company.
He was hooked on you completely.
But this âflingâ was your idea and he didnât want to run you off with the idea of commitment so soon. So for now, this would have to do. And who was he to complain about the nights he got to spend flirting with you, teasing you, taking you apart only to put you back together in his arms come morning.
Heâs pulled from his thoughts as the head of his cock catches along your slick entrance, a hiss emanating from him as you gasp at the feeling.
He slowly lets himself push in, deeper and deeper until his hips are flush against your ass and heâs filling you completely.
Your soft moans urge him on as he begins to fuck you, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass filling the quiet of the empty bar. As he starts to thrust harder, the squelching noises of your fucking grow louder and louder as you moan without care, your hips hitting the edge of the table over and over with his every thrust.
His hands frame your waist as he holds you tight, rutting ever deeper inside of you, his cock hitting your g-spot repeatedly as you whine and gasp in pure pleasure, the coil in your belly tightening with each glide of his cock along your walls and every nudge against your g-spot. Bucky slips a hand down and finds your puffy clit, circling it as he feels you getting closer, your walls squeezing him tighter and tighter.
Your toes are curling in your shoes as your feet arch and slip against the floor when the muscles in your legs and core tighten and strain as your walls clench down on his thick cock and your orgasm hits you hard.
In the same instance, Bucky growls as the swinging of the entrance door sounds. You donât even bother to look up as youâre lost in the euphoria of your high.
âWeâre closed,â Bucky barks, his hips never faltering as he continues to fuck you while your eyes screw shut in overwhelming pleasure.
You vaguely hear a fumbling apology and the door closing once more as Bucky buries himself inside of you, leaning over your bent body and rutting into you as his groans and moans tumble heavily from his lips. With one more thrust, you sigh breathily as you feel him spill inside of you.
The weight of his body on top of yours is a comfort you canât help but revel in as he holds you still and gets all of his release out, your velvety walls milking his cock as he fills you with his hot come.
Heâs breathing heavily as he comes down from his orgasm and gently pulls his cock out of you. You instinctively press your legs together, your thick thighs making it easy. You push yourself up off the table after a moment and turn around, fixing your skirt as you do.
âFuck,â you breathe under your breath happily. âMaybe lock the door next time?â you suggest playfully, âOr, at least turn the âOPENâ light off.â
âNext time?â Bucky says with a raised brow and a smirk as he fixes his pants. âYou like getting fucked in the bar that much?â
âWell, you did say something about fucking me stupid.. And not that that was bad at all, but, Iâm not feeling very stupid right now.â
He licks his lips as he takes you in, taking your hands in his and tugging you close. âWhy donât you come home with me and Iâll get you there,â he says smoothly.
âThatâd make it three nights in a row,â you say, a little unsure. âYou sure you wanna risk it? I might not wanna leave.â
âI might not want you to,â he says, surprising you by how soft and sincere his voice is.
You meet his eye and swear you could drown in the glimmering blues as he smiles that schoolboy smile. You let out a shaky, nervous laugh.
âYou fallinâ for me, Barnes?â you tease playfully - just a hint of hope laced in your tone.
He surprises you again as he takes hold of your chin, peering deep into your eyes, before he brushes his nose against your, his lips inches away from your own as you breath each other in for a second.
And then he kisses you.
Soft, yet firm and as you lose yourself in it, a deep yearning for Bucky that youâve kept down from day one rears her head once more.
You part for a second to breathe before you crash your lips into his again, pulling him closer to you by the front of his shirt.
Your tongues glide against one another as he slips his in expertly before kissing you deeply.
He lets his forehead fall to yours as he parts from you.
You're breathless as he wears a nervous smile youâve never seen on him before.
âSay I have. What are you gonna do about it?â he repeats your earlier taunt, trying to hide his anxiousness as he waits for you to respond.
You suck your lip as you consider him, biting back the smile threatening to take over your face.
âIâd tell you that, maybe, Iâve fallen for you, too,â you admit shyly, looking up to see his cocksure smile back in full force, just the way it always is.
âThen Iâd tell you to take me back to your apartment,â you say, leaning into him for another sultry kiss. âSo you can fuck me stupid,â you breathe against his lips, âas many times as you want.â
You nearly squeal as you're taken off your feet in the next second, Buckyâs strong arms holding you securely as you wrap your own around him.
âThat I will happily comply with,â he says, kissing you hotly as you smile into it. You pull away just slightly to speak.
âWe didnât finish closing,â you laugh.
âDon't care,â he says, kissing you again as he easily walks to the bar, holding you with surprising ease that you arenât sure youâll ever get used to before he sets you down. âWe can do it tomorrow,â he excuses, grabbing his keys from behind the bar and flicking the lights out. You grab your jacket and bag from the shelf you kept them on and follow behind Bucky as he locks the doors, escorting you out and to his car.
Before you get there, he turns on you, both of you stopping in your spots.
âWe really doing this?â he asks, wanting to make sure this is really what you want, too.
You smile and nod.
âYeah,â you whisper.
He lets himself smile in return.
âSo I can call you mine, now?â he asks, grabbing your hand, pulling you to him.
âIâd be good with that.â
âYeah?â
âMhm.â
âYou sure? Cuz once we make this official, Iâm gonna let everyone know. I might never shut up about it.â
You canât help but laugh at how excited and proud he sounds. âI think Iâm okay with that,â you smile up at him, meeting his lips in another kiss before he leads you to the car and opens the door for you to get in.
You know youâre okay with that. Itâs what youâd been hoping for from the first time youâd kissed, for this to lead to something real, something more. Now here you were.
He wanted to officially call you his, and Bucky was finally, truly yours.
Coming back from hiatus and digging through my 10 month old drafts to figure out whatâs salvageable and what needs to be abandoned is enough to make me want to go on another 10 month hiatusđŹ
pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader (dark!soulmate au)
warnings: 18+ only. mention of light injury. angst. smut. if iâm missing something important pls let me know!
words: 5.7k
notes: things are happening đ«Łđ«Łđ«Ł enjoy the sweetness while you can lol. please let me know what you think about this chapter! thereâs so much more to come. thank you in advance for reading! as always, feedback and reblogs are welcome and so appreciated! đ€
You let the warm water beat down on you as you stood under the steady stream. Vaguely you were aware you were going to take up all the hot water, but if he really wanted a warm shower, Bucky could wait until morning. He wasnât the one whoâd nearly had their nose broken tonight.
When Bucky had pulled up to the safe house, you made your way straight from the car to the bathroom without a word. You made sure you got the dried blood off your skin and then allowed yourself to sulk as the steam of the shower overtook you.
You didnât shut the water off until the air became nearly unbreathable. Wrapping a towel around yourself, you soon realized you had neglected to bring a change of clothes with you into the bathroom. You silently cursed yourself before drying off as much as you could.
Rewrapping the towel around you as securely as you could, you cracked the door open to see if Bucky was anywhere around. The door to the bedroom was closed, so you counted yourself lucky as you walked out to the living room without feeling so cautious.
You were leaving water prints in your wake with each step down the hallway, but you didnât really care. As you spotted your duffle still where youâd left it on the couch, you nearly stopped in your tracks as you recognized Bucky sitting on the couch with a tablet in hand.
You straightened your posture and grabbed more securely the towel around you before you continued forward. His back was to you as you approached and when you rounded the couch to get to your bag, you kept your eyes everywhere but on him.
Your avoidance didnât stop him from looking at you, though. You felt the weight of his gaze as you moved as quickly as possible to grab your things, practically scurrying away as you refused to meet his eye.
âBedroomâs yours tonight. I already grabbed my stuff,â he said after you, keeping his eyes on his tablet, willing himself to not turn around to watch you go.
You paused in your retreat only momentarily, debating on whether or not to offer a thank you before you thought better of it and made your way to the room to dress.
Half an hour later you were in your pajamas and if it wasnât for your stomach growling or the throbbing in your face, you would have happily crashed out.
Instead you got up and walked to the kitchen.
You found Bucky already at the cabinet, eyeing its contents, so you walked to the rickety old fridge instead. You grabbed a cold water and took a drink before holding the bottle to your cheek. The cold felt nice against the soreness. You closed your eyes as you let your head rest against the door of the fridge. You could have fallen asleep right then and there.
Bucky watched you intently from across the way. He knew itâd be better to not say anything, to keep to himself and avoid any more needless interactions with you.
Itâd certainly be easier, or so he told himself.
Though when he saw the twitch of your cheek and yet another wince take over your face, he couldnât stop himself. You obviously needed an ice pack and some pain pills and if you werenât gonna get it for yourself, well, someone had to.
He left the room to get some things and came back to be met with you looking through cans of food where he had just been standing. He walked over to you, he could tell you felt him behind you but you kept your eyes forward, pretending to be enraptured by the selection of canned food before you.
He reached out his hand, touching your arm as you stilled at the contact. Bucky gently turned you to face him and was surprised when you let him without more than just a questioning brow. He took your hand then and dropped the pills into your palm.
âSit,â he instructed.
You looked at him a moment before slowly walking to the small table and taking a seat. You eyed the pills heâd handed you and offered a small âthanksâ before you swallowed them down with a drink of your water.
His attention was unexpected, butâŠnice. You werenât sure you liked it, though. It wasnât necessary.
The cracking of an ice pack had you turning to face him once again as he presented it to you.
âThanks, but Iâm good,â you said as you denied the pack.
âYour face says otherwise,â he argued as he urged the ice pack to you again.
âLook, if I wanted one, I wouldâve grabbed one, okay? Thanks,â you said, bordering on brutish.
He moved toward you with a roll of his eyes, attempting to touch the pack to your cheek. âStop acting stupid-,â he started before you quickly cut him off.
âStop acting like you care,â you said harshly, standing from your seat and taking a step back from him, the scraping of the chair along the floor in your rushed movements loud and disruptive. You took a breath, gathering your bearings as you stood there, eyes trained on the floor. âI just, I donât want the ice pack, okay?â you spoke quietly, sounding almost defeated. You didnât want to get into this right now, and you especially didnât want to get into this with him.
You felt guilty.
You deserved that punch.
You deserved this pain and discomfort.
In fact, it was the least you deserved.
You didnât register him approaching again until he was nearly right in front of you.
Bucky himself wasnât even sure why he had gotten closer, it wasnât even a thought as he took the steps toward you, just something he needed to do.
You were stood across from each other, close but not close enough. A feeling that made you want to hide yourself away from him, knowing that though he probably felt much the same, he wouldnât do or say a thing about it. You had just been about to turn and head straight for the bedroom until his words broke the discomfort.
âI know it hurts,â he spoke softly after the moment of mounting tension.
âYeah, well,â you shrugged, trying to find the right thing to say, not wanting to make your masochistic choice obvious to him, âIâll live.â
His eyes were burning into you as he watched you. You only met his gaze for a second before you let your eyes flit away, scared of what heâd be able to see.
âJust sit down,â he said, finally looking away. The annoyance in his voice was clear as he spoke.
You watched him go back to the cabinet and grab two cans of something. Your stomach was in a flurry for more than one reason.
âMission reports are almost done,â he informed you as he emptied the contents of the cans into the pot on the stove.
âOh,â you breathed, having almost forgotten about them yourself, âgood.â
âSo the event was just a cover for Sergeyâs funeral?â Bucky asked, apparently needing clarification on the details.
âYeah. Like we knew, they werenât at all prepared for a change in leadership. Theyâre still weak, vulnerable. They didnât want anyone outside the organization knowing heâd passed until they had a new boss,â
âWhich should have been Ar-â
âYup,â you answered, cutting him off before he could get Artemâs name out completely.
He turned, eyeing you at your abrasiveness. You felt him watch for you a second before he turned back to the stove as you fiddled with your hands at the table.
âYou think he really left?â he asked, an edge to his voice he couldnât hide if heâd wanted to.
You took a moment before you answered, âI hope so. But I donât know.â
You heard him chortle under his breath at your answer, making you cock your head at his response.
âSeems like thereâs a lot you donât know when it comes to him, huh,â his meaning provoking you into a quick response.
âMissionâs over. And even if it wasnât, itâd still be none of your fucking business,â you said, wanting to end all talk of Artem.
Bucky scoffed with a shake of his head but let it go.
He walked over with two bowls, putting one down in front of you before he surprised you and took a seat at the table.
You were sure heâd leave you to your own devices once the food was done.
You bit your tongue as you measured your breaths and played with your food as the steam rose from the bowl.
âIâm sorry,â you began, almost a whisper as you spoke, âI-â
âItâs fine,â Bucky cut you off, not offering anything more as he ate his food.
You looked at him before you looked back to your bowl, taking a bite of your own.
The silence between you grew as you sat, eating quietly until you spoke up again.
âDo you know what time weâre cleared to take off tomorrow?â
âHavenât been cleared yet. Stark said to check in the morning, but we probably wonât be able to leave until sundown.â
Your eyes rounded at the new information. Another day here? You werenât sure you could take it.
âWhen did he say that?â
âAn hour or so ago.â
âAnd youâre just telling me now?â
âYouâre just now asking,â
âDoesnât seem like something I should have to ask for an update on,â you argued.
Buckyâs spoon clattered against his bowl as he picked his head up to look at you, exasperated.
There was a palpable silence as you looked at one another.
âSo weâre here for at least another full day.
Alone..
You still donât wanna talk about this?â you broached. Bucky sniffed before clicking his tongue, avoiding your eye now.
âNothing to talk about,â he responded as he stood from his seat, taking his bowl to the sink and leaving without another word.
A sardonic titter left your lips unbidden.
You sat there, feeling like an idiot once again for even daring to bring it up.
That familiar sinking in your gut was back and you felt sick. And stupid. Pathetic.
Fuck, and now that throbbing in your face was back, accompanied by a throbbing in your head. If you assessed all of your feelings any deeper, youâd be able to identify the stinging in your heart, too.
You stood up and left your bowl where it was, you could clean it in the morning - god knows youâd have the time.
You went to the bathroom to brush your teeth quickly before you planned on crawling into bed and staying there until you were cleared to head home tomorrow.
You rubbed at your eyes threatening to water and refused to cry because of him again.
You were in and out in five minutes. As you opened the bathroom door, you were met with Bucky leaning against the wall, his bag in hand as he waited for his turn.
You staggered a step as his presence caught you off guard. You stared at him a second, sure your eyes were wide and glossy. You wanted to say something, but you werenât sure what the right words were. He stared back before he eyed the empty bathroom behind you, clearing his throat as he stood up straight.
You stepped out of his way as he moved past you to walk in and then you just stood there a moment as you tried to think of what you wanted to say.
The sound of the door closing behind him broke you out of your stupor as you blinked and you slowly walked to the bedroom.
You sat on the bed, mind still trying to formulate how you wanted to approach him and what exactly you felt you needed to say.
Minutes passed. You heard the rushing of water through the old pipes - on and then off again after some time.
You still werenât sure what to say. But you needed to say something.
You got up and softly walked back over to the bathroom, building some kind of nerve as you got closer and closer to the door until it suddenly opened and froze you in your path.
Your eyes met a shirtless Bucky with his sweats sitting quite low on his hips.
He raised a brow at you, âHave you just been standing out here the whole time?â he questioned.
You swallowed the lump in your throat before you shook your head and stood up straighter.
Your mouth opened and closed before you took a deep breath and met his eye once again. You couldnât pretend you didnât see the look of stress on his face as he watched you, a flurry of what you thought might be impatience was growing as he waited for you to finally speak.
You didnât have the words right in your mind, so when you spoke, you really just blurted out the only thing you had straight.
âWeâre soulmates.â
It was a fact that you were stating. You watched him as you took a breath before continuing on, still not exactly sure what you were saying, but you trusted youâd catch up to your mouth eventually.
âWe are soulmates. I know you know that. And I- I know you donât care,â you took a breath before you swallowed hard, âbut I..just, uh, I needed to say it. Out loud. To hear it. Because honestly,â you tittered, âit was kind of starting to make me feel a bit crazy, the way we just keep.. Burying it. Pretending itâs not real.. or true, orâŠâ you shook your head, clearing your nerves and thinking, feeling more clearly now as you gazed into the blue tempests Buckyâs eyes held. Not so much anger, but a storm was raging nonetheless. That didnât stop you, though. If anything it helped you realize what it was you truly needed to say to him right now. âItâs not just gonna go away, you know. And I get it, youâve made it clear that you donât want this, you donât want me, so, whatever.. But I just - I needed to say it and acknowledge it. And you can go back to ignoring my existence after this but can you just.. Please, can you just acknowledge it?â
You stood there for what felt like an eternity, just staring at each other, but it couldnât have been more than a second or two. He looked almost pained as he watched you, conflicted.
You waited with baited breath for him to say something, anything.
You werenât sure why you did it, but you took a small step toward him - some unconscious need to be closer you didnât even truly recognize until he took a step closer to you. And then another step, and another until you were backed up against the wall of the hallway as he stood before you. You noted your change of breathing as you watched his chest moving up and down, nearly in sync with yours.
Slowly, you lifted your eyes to his. You were entirely unsure of what was happening, but at the same time, you knew exactly what you were feeling. And you were sure he felt it, too.
Your eyes fell to his lips as he somehow got even closer to you, your bodies pressed against one another now. His right hand came up to your face, gently holding your cheek as he stared down at you, his lips parting as he leaned down slowly before he tilted your face up just a touch, allowing his lips to brush along yours, feather light, but electric as your skin prickled and you let your eyelids flutter shut.
His hold on your face tightened just a bit and you winced at the pressure on your bruise.
âSorry,â he breathed as he lightened his touch, his forehead pressing to yours. You shook your head and raised your hands to hold his face in turn, not wanting him to back away. Not wanting this to end.
You were unclear on how exactly you got here, but it felt right. It felt good.
You pulled him to you and pressed your lips to his, kissing him softly, smiling at the minty taste of him as he pressed his tongue to your lips. You obliged him, parting your lips and allowing him access to your mouth as he took his time savoring you, his body pressing closer still as you were flush to the wall behind you.
His left hand fell to your waist before he gripped your hip and brought you closer to him.
You wrapped your arms around his neck as you deepened the kiss, so caught up in the dizzying feeling of his lips on yours, you almost didnât register the moment he lifted you off your feet, his large hands under your thick thighs, bringing your legs around his waist as he proceeded to walk with you down the hall and into the open bedroom.
There wasnât much thinking anymore, both of you moving out of pure instinct, running on your desire and longing for one another.
Bucky laid you gently on the bed after breaking the kiss and allowing you to get in a much needed breath.
He pulled his sweats down and rid himself of his underwear while your heated stare stayed on him.
When he met your eyes again, you were amazed at how darkened his gaze was. Unadulterated lust swirling in the torrent blues of his stare, your throat went dry at the sight of him.
He got onto the bed, his movements measured as he crawled on top of you, no words exchanged as you laid further down on the mattress the closer he got. Only the sounds of your breathing and the soft squeaking of the bed could be heard in the quiet of the cabin.
As Buckyâs face was mere inches away from yours, you startled at the feeling of him pulling your shorts down, your hands flying to stop him.
âWait,â you rushed out as his eyes flicked to yours, his brows furrowed in concern at your sudden change in demeanor. âI just, uhm,â you took a breath, âitâs - itâs been.. A while,â you spoke softly, trying not to let the embarrassment you were feeling slip through your words - though you knew youâd failed as Buckyâs gaze softened, relief flashing over his features as he let his forehead drop to yours. He took your lips in his again as he kissed you gently.
âWeâll go slow,â he assured you as you melted under him. âIâll take care of you,â he breathed the promise on your lips.
You nodded and let his hands go. Your eyes fell shut as his touch lingered from your hips down your thighs as he pulled your shorts off. You lifted your hips to help him before you sat up a bit, considering yourself a moment before deciding to remove your tank top. Then slowly undoing your bra.
You relaxed back down, now completely bare to each other and were caught off guard by Bucky lowering his head to your tummy, crawling down your body, his lips lingering from down your waist, along your stomach and then on your hip as you sighed, reveling in his affection. He worked his way closer and closer to your sex as you watched him intently until a shuddered gasp left you when his lips brushed over your sensitive clit.
You reached for a pillow to push under you - the urge to lax into the bed not stronger than your desire to watch Bucky as he explored you with his tongue.
You were captivated by his attention, you couldnât tear your eyes away. The sight of his head between your legs, his strong hold on your thighs tightening with every twitch you gave as his tongue delved between your folds, drinking you in.
Your breathing was ragged as Bucky worked you over torturously slow now, taking his time before he slowly eased one thick finger into your wet and waiting hole - pumping the digit in and out of you as his tongue flicked over your clit incessantly. When he inserted another finger, you let out a sharp moan at the unexpected stretch as he worked you open for him.
The moment his icy blue eyes flicked up to meet your heady gaze, you nearly whimpered at the intensity - not of just his stare, but of everything he was putting you through, everything he was making you feel.
Despite how quick of a turn the night had taken, none of it felt rushed. Bucky really was taking his time with you, noticing every twitch of your thigh under his touch, each time your velvety walls tightened around his fingers, every moan and cry that fell from your perfect lips like an angelâs song to him.
He didnât ever want to stop hearing those noises. And when he saw the look of pure blissed out pleasure on your face as you watched him take you apart, in that moment he wanted nothing more than to make sure you were always this taken care of.
Heâd give you anything you asked for so long as itâd keep you this happy.
This is what you deserved. Pleasure and happiness and complete devotion - and he wanted to be the one to give it to you.
This is what he wanted.
You.
Buckyâs metal hand tightened around your thigh, desperate to feel as much of you as he could while he lost himself in the little heaven heâd found between your legs, your full attention on him and him alone.
Your back arched off the bed as you chased his touch, wanting more, wanting him closer. Breathy mewls leaving you as the salacious sounds of Buckyâs fingers pumping in and out of you meshed with the wet sounds of his mouth on your sex.
A tentative hand reached for his hair, your fingers threading through the damp strands before you tightened your hold a bit, gripping his hair as you urged him on.
You werenât expecting the deep growl that emanated from him, sending chills through you - the vibrations along your cunt coaxing a whimpered moan from your throat as your eyes screwed shut. You tugged at his hair again before raking your nails along his scalp lightly, stroking his hair as he removed his fingers from you and readjusted his hold on either thigh, pulling you closer to him, delving ever deeper with his skilled tongue before moving to fuck you gently again with his hand. You were close, so fucking close.
Buckyâs tongue was firm against your clit, massaging it as he moved his fingers inside you rhythmically. Another pathetic mewl fell from you as you took a strangled breath, you couldnât hold it back any longer, not that he wanted you to. Your toes curled as your legs shook from the orgasm that overtook you as you held Bucky closer, his name falling like a prayer from your lips as he refused to let up, your walls clenching down on his fingers as he worked you through the intensity of your climax.
Your thighs threatened to close around his head, but his strong arms kept you open to him as he lapped up everything you had to offer him before he slowly pulled himself off of you.
Your breathing was still quickened as you tried to come down from the high heâd given you, half lidded eyes looking on as he licked his wet, plump lips, his chin glistening with your juices as his large hands smoothed up your plush thighs. The corners of his lips upturned in a smile as he noted the way your body reacted to his touch, and then saw the look of satisfaction mingled with anticipation for more on your pretty face as you watched him.
His head fell to your chest as he crawled up your body, trailing kisses along your skin, up the column of your neck and across your cheek, gently, before he pressed his lips to yours. You moaned at the taste of yourself still on his tongue as you wound your fingers in his hair and pulled him down on top of you fully.
You could feel the length of him against you, hot and hard.
Bucky looked at you a moment, his lips soft and parted as he breathed a little harder, his eyes heavy as he gently took your face in his hands, his thumbs tracing over your skin before he leaned in and kissed you - deeper than heâd kissed you before, less restraint as your teeth clicked against one anotherâs, your tongue swirling around his before he pulled away.
His forehead pressed against yours as he took a breath, âYou okay?â he asked softly as he let his hands fall and trail down your body.
âYeah,â you breathed, âyes, yeah, I-,â you shook your head lightly, âyouâreâŠamazing.â
Bucky breathed a laugh, smiling as he nodded before placing a kiss on your lips, âGood.â
His head was nuzzled in your neck where he left kiss after kiss along your skin while you wrapped your legs around him, your fingers playing in his hair as you sighed at the slight respite.
âBucky,â you moaned breathily.
Your pussy ached as you felt his cock twitch against you at the sound of his name falling from your lips.
He kissed down your neck and along your chest as his hands fondled your breasts, your nipples hardening under his touch. He took one into his mouth as he sucked on you, the stirring in your cunt growing tenfold under his attention, his hand squeezing your breast before he did the same to the other.
Bucky buried his face between your tits, his hands full as he kneaded them, lightly nipping and sucking, leaving kisses all over your chest as you whined and moaned beneath him, your fingers gripping his hair and emboldening him as you both got lost in the heat of your desire. He wanted to touch you, to feel every inch of your perfect body, to kiss every bit of you he possibly could. But he was getting too ahead of himself. Slow. He needed to go slow.
He pulled away from you, holding himself above you as he panted. âFuck,â he breathed on an exhale as he gazed down at you. You just looked at one another for a moment, nothing to be said, but so much being told.
âYouâre beautiful,â he praised softly, the sincerity in his voice causing your heart to ache as you carded your fingers through his hair.
âI need you,â you nearly whispered as you held his eye, his understanding evident.
His gaze wasnât so icy now - in fact, it was warm as he caressed you, his touch cool on your heated skin.
Bucky reached between you, gripping his cock as he lined himself up to your slick entrance. He was looking into your eyes as he guided himself into you. Your lips parted on an âoâ as he stretched you out. He was a lot to take, but having been prepped, your pussy wet and wanting, the burn soon fading into something more pleasurable as he pushed further into you with a groan.
You lost yourself in his heavy gaze, his eyes were dark with need, but you could see the tenderness in the way he looked at you, too. You could feel it in his touch and you were like puddy in his hands.
When he was fully seated inside you, your warm walls tight around his thick shaft, Bucky began rocking into you at a slow and sensual pace, his heavy breaths and moans in your ear as he fucked you - deep strokes, making sure you felt every inch of him.
Your eyes shut as you took a stuttered breath - the feeling of him inside you overwhelming. You felt his lips press against your temple as he rubbed your hip soothingly.
Everything felt so surreal. Youâd never imagined Buckyâd be so soft, so gentle. All of his focus was on you and youâd never be able to describe how perfect it felt being seen by him, being loved by him.
In your wildest dreams, you could have never imagined a soulmate connection to be this deep, this strong. You werenât sure how you handled it before, either of you. Because this, this is impossible to deny. You moved perfectly together, you fit perfectly together. You just made sense.
Everything made sense now.
You hands were on Buckyâs back, urging him closer as he picked up his pace a bit, the sweet noises emanating from him only turning you on more as your pussy clenched around him - a moan of his name met with a pained groan in turn.
You hiked your leg around his waist as he leaned further into you, his weight on you making you feel warm - safe and comforted beneath his strong body as you gave yourself to him and he gave his all to you.
His grip on your thigh as he held you open for him only added to your delight.
As Bucky leaned over you, you pulled him down and crashed your lips into his. When he pulled away, he didnât go far, his lips just barely apart from yours as you breathed in each otherâs air. Your eyes were locked on his as he sent the bed frame thumping against the wall with his every thrust, the sound of his hips slapping against yours filling the air as you held onto one another.
He kissed you again and you felt yourself edging closer and closer to your next climax, that coil in your lower belly tightening as Buckyâs cock was hitting just the right spots, over and over again making you whimper as you began to plead with him.
âRight there, Bucky,â you praised as your eyes screwed shut. âOh, fuck,â the curse was a mere whisper under your breath.
âDoes it feel good, sweetheart?â his voice husky through his tight throat.
âYes,â you eked out, âyes, feels so good. You feel so good,â you cried. âIâm so close, Bucky, Iâm gonna come, please, please,â you started to beg as the feeling of him began to be too much for you to handle. You felt like you were on the verge of combustion.
âI know, baby, I know,â he hushed you before his lips collided with yours, your cries muffled against his lips as he brought his hand to your clit, swirling tight circles over your bud, leading you to shatter beneath him in mere seconds.
Buckyâs forehead pressed to yours as you felt a stray tear slip from your eye, the orgasm intense and seemingly never ending as he worked you through it.
âDoinâ so good, doll. Feel fuckinâ perfect around me, baby. Youâre so goddamn perfect,â his voice strained as he cooed at you. âAnd youâre mine. Arenât you?â he prompted.
You nodded your head at him desperately, ââM yours, Bucky. Iâm yours,â you insisted, your voice straining but earnest.
He was looking at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered, soft reassurances spilling from his lips as he continued fucking you.
Soon he was a mess of grunts and moans he couldnât hold back any longer as your walls gripped his cock tightly. âFuck,â he choked out.
You watched as his face screwed up in pleasure as he let out a cry of his own, his orgasm ripping through him while he emptied himself inside of you, his hold on you tight as ever as he thrust into you once, twice more - holding himself against you for a moment before carefully pulling out.
Your leg slipped down as he gently let you go, his breathing harder than your own as he started to come down.
He rolled off of you as he caught his breath before he turned his head to look at you. You were already staring over at him longingly when he met your eye. You shared a delicate, almost shy smile before he pulled you into him easily, his arms wrapping around you as you nuzzled into him.
Feeling his spend between your thighs, you realized you should probably clean up before you fell asleep, pulling away from him as he looked at you questioningly.
âBathroom,â you said softly with a kiss to his cheek as you got up.
It occurred to you as you cleaned yourself off that you and Bucky still needed to talk about everything. You honestly felt on top of the world right now, you couldnât remember a time when youâd felt so content, so complete. And that was all Bucky. In this moment, you felt truly happy. You smiled softly at yourself in the mirror, lifting a hand to touch your cheek where you still felt Buckyâs touch.
The conversation may be a little heavy, you knew that, but youâd both be better for it. As you reentered the bedroom, though, you found Bucky already under the covers, soft snores escaping him as he slept. You scoffed lightly at the sight of him, shaking your head as you approached the bed to crawl in on the other side.
You couldnât really blame him for passing out so quickly, you were exhausted, too.
Your talk could wait until tomorrow, you conceded. As good as things felt right now, you knew youâd feel even better once you had everything hashed out with Bucky, and you were both finally on the same page with the same understanding.
As you settled in the bed, Buckyâs metal arm reached out for you, pulling you back into him as you laughed softly at his sleepy need for you. You cuddled into him under the blankets. Peacefulness was never a feeling you experienced often, always so fleeting to you, but right here as you laid in Buckyâs arms, it was the perfect word to describe how you felt.
This was good. No, this was perfect. How could you ever want for more when you had all of this love, when you felt this whole - this happy.
You let yourself relax into Bucky as your eyes fluttered shut.
Synopsis: Bucky is very determined to prolong your cuddle sesh.
Warnings: just some sickly sweet fluff for your perusal, sleepy/needy Bucky, a lil angst in the beginning
A/N: A little drabble to get me out of my writing slump/hiatus I never officially announcedđ oops. Anyway, I hope you all are doing wellđ„°
Thanks for reading!
-Ruby
Bucky loved soft things.
For too long, heâd been subjected to cold and unforgiving environments filled with harsh, unmovable barriers. As the Winter Soldier, his life had been a continuous tirade of concrete, metal, harsh terrain, and a constant threat of danger that kept him from ever truly resting. Until, of course, he was put back on ice - only to be awoken to do the bidding of cold, unforgiving people when the time came.Â
So, it shouldnât come as a surprise that now he did everything in his power to surround himself with the opposite of what his previous life had been full of.
Lucky enough for him, you provided all the comfort he desired.
Your bed was soft and littered with fuzzy blankets and stuffed animals. Cushioned rugs that his feet sank into with every step covered the entire floor of your bedroom. Bucky would happily cocoon himself away in your room forever and live out the rest of his day basking in the warmth and coziness of it all.
What Bucky loved most of all, however, was your softness. In fact, the best part of your room was the fact that it you were in it.Â
Currently, Bucky was laying in your bed with his head resting in your lap. You were scrolling through your phone, absentmindedly stroking your fingers through his silky locks. Bucky nuzzled into your thigh, his scruffy chin tickling your bare skin. His metal hand sat against your other leg, fingers lazily tracing along your inner thigh. They crested over the dimples that shifted every time you moved, and outlined the intricate stretch marks that interrupted the smooth plains of your body. He wanted to run his hands across all of you, mapping out every divot and line that led to the discovery of you. Bucky breathed in your perfect scent, his eyes drifting shut. He knew he could relax and let his guard down around you, itâs one of the things he cherished most about your relationship.
Your hand stopped its motion. âBucky?â You gently called out. He simply nuzzled deeper into your lap. You chuckled, âBucky, you canât fall asleep there, I have to get up.â You unwrapped your leg that was curled up underneath his head and moved to get out of bed. Buckyâs metal hand wrapped around the outside of your lower hip, ceasing your attempt at escape.Â
âJust 10 more minutes doll,â he grumbled against your skin, the sensation sparking butterflies in your stomach.
âBuckyyyyy-â you whined, fully aware that 10 minutes would turn into an entire afternoon.
âPlease?â His plea was so soft, so sweet.
You let out a sigh in defeat, âFine. Just 10 more minutes. Then Iâve got to get up.â
You felt his satisfied smile against your skin and rolled your eyes. Thereâs nothing he wouldnât do to keep you cuddled up with him. 30 minutes later you and Bucky were both softly snoring, wrapped in the softness of each other.Â
