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[firelilyfox]

I will always rescue you

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x avengers female reader

Summary: While being in a fight, Bucky looses sight of his girl. When he finds her being hurt he won't hold back to save her.

Warnings: sfw. mentions of trauma. death (not Bucky or reader). killing. physical pain (reader). established relationship. kissing. anxiety. hurt/comfort.

Wordcount: 1,3k

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The gun felt heavy in his hand. 

Bucky sweared that he would only use it to scare the enemy and won’t pull the trigger to kill someone. Just incapacitate them. He was done with taking lives but he was still a fighter for a good cause. Him and the Avengers were on a mission to rescue citizens from a terrorist attack in the city. And everything went just like planned.

Until he lost his girl in the crowd. 

She weren’t supposed to be there. She was supposed to be with the Maximoff Siblings. But when Bucky turned to look for them, he could only see Wanda and Pietro helping to get the people off the road and to safety. 

„Where is she?“, Bucky barked at them. 

Pietro looked up in confusion. His brows jerked upward when he realizes who he meant. „I don’t know, man. She was right behind us. Over there on the market place.“ He pointed his finger at a destroyed pavilion. 

Wanda slapped his hand down. „No she was already on her way to Barton. He helped a family out of a collapsed building.“ 

„And where is Barton now? Why haven’t they returned yet?“ He tried not to sound too anxious. Bucky knew you were capable of protecting yourself if things get rough, but he still needed to see for himself that you were safe. 

His chest tightens when Wanda shrugs. „Don’t know. But we can help find her.“ 

He was annoyed by himself that he was mad at them for loosing his girl out of their sight. At the end it was their job to protect the innocent citizens and not babysitting her, but still … he was mad. 

Bucky nodded and turned on his heel to jogg over to the market place, wich wasn’t more than ruins by now. Bullets lying around, stone walls broken into pieces and blood splattered on the ground. He wanted to throw up … what if … what if this blood came from her? 

„Barnes!“ The voice came from Natasha through his earpiece. „I heard your looking for someone.“ 

He held his breath, pressing the button on the earpiece to talk back. „Tell me where she is. Is she safe?“ 

Cracking sounds made it through the connection. „Not really. I’d see her getting dragged into a basement near the fountain. Have lost sight of her just now but …“ Natasha paused. 

„What is it? I swear to god if you won’t start talking …“ 

„There were three man. And they are heavily armed, Bucky. I think they want to use her as bait.“ 

„Send me the location. Now. And stay the hell back.“ Bucky put his gun into his belt, rotating his bionic shoulder. „This just got personal.“ 

They weren’t far from him. Just about two blocks on the north. Bucky made his way there, sneaking through the narrow side streets to avoid getting caught by the enemy. His training over the years made him hyper focused and perfectly prepared for any dangerous situation. Bucky can deal with any threat that came up. 

But he wasn’t trained to deal with the storm of uncontrollable emotions, that washed over him like a tidal wave the moment he saw his girlfriend lying on the floor. 

And she was crying. 

Bucky was hiding in the shadows, scanning the room for the men and their weapons. Two of them pointing guns on her and smirking in sick pleasure. His blood began to boil. He wanted to rip them into pieces. The third guy crouched down beside her. 

„You know these fun little gadgets, don’t you?“ He pointed at her temples and Bucky narrowed his eyes to see what he means. 

Two little metallic plates.

"This will hurt like hell sweetheart. Even on an Avenger. After all we got one without superpowers. Just another meaningless Widow, hm?"

He gave a sign and the guy on his left operated a remote. The plates began buzzing and she screamed like a feral animal in terrible pain. 

And Bucky snapped. 

He throws two knifes with an outer worldly accuracy. The blades cutting through the armor of the soldiers and came to a sudden stop when they stuck deep in their throats. Leaving them drop to the ground while gurgling on their own blood. 

Bucky stepped out of the shadowed corner and grabbed the third man by the neck. He yanked him away from her and slamming him head first against the ground. The plates on his bionic arm shifting, building an immense pressure on his grip. Bucky could hear the face of the soldier break as soon as it made contact with the concrete beneath his feet. 

With a quick twist he broke the mans neck. 

Bucky looked up to see his girl still cramping in pain. Her whole body shivering and twitching. He found the remote laying on the ground and crushing it with feet. 

A cry of relief escaped her mouth. „Bucky!“ 

He tugged her into his arms. Holding her until the electric shivering stopped to torture her body. Bucky knew this kind of feeling. Electric impulses rushing through the veins, a painful heat building up inside the bones. Making it hard to breath. Years and years of torture but nothing felt as worse, as seeing her suffering this pain now. She felt so breakable in his arms that he got terrified all over again, even if the threat was gone. 

„I-I’m so-so sorry!“, she cried. Her shaky hands wandering up his shoulders and wrap around his neck tightly. Searching for safety. Holding on to him just as he does to her. „I’m sorry, Bucky.“ 

He leaned his head back, but didn’t let go of her. „What are you talking about?“ He mumbled. His voice sounded strained and his vision blurred with tears. 

Her face was contorted in pain. Bucky swear he could hear his heart break seeing her like this. But when she spoke his whole world fell apart. 

„I wasn’t careful. I’m sorry!“ She sobbed with eyes haunted by fear. „I should’ve been more carful… I-I..“  

„Stop.“ 

„But it’s my fault. I should’ve fight back.“ She tried to get away from him but Bucky kept on holding her close.

„Love, stop.“ He insisted. But she couldn’t hear him. 

„It’s my fault you had to kill them!“ She was hyperventilating and her voice got strangled with her tears. 

So Bucky did the only thing that came to his mind to shut her up. He pressed his lips on hers. Rough and a little impatient. Maybe Bucky needed this more than her. He wanted to show his own nervous system that she was here. She was alive and well. And she was talking absolute nonsense. 

When he ended the kiss, she looked at him surprised. Skin pale as a ghost and lips parted in shock. „Aren’t you mad?“ She asked. „You can be mad… You should be m-…“ 

„God, doll. Please shut up“, he chuckled with a teary smile. „I’m not mad.“ 

„But why?“ She reached out to cup his face with her palms and Bucky leaned into her touch, closing his eyes to remember this feeling. „You said you never wanted to kill someone. And today you were forced to do it anyway.“ 

He wanted to laugh, but didn’t. Was she really that clueless? How could she be? Bucky would burn the world down to save this girl. Including killing some really bad guys. He would rather die than let anything ever happen to her again. 

„I don’t want to be the Winter Soldier again. He killed innocent people. And he wasn’t in control.“ His jaw tightened as glimpses of memories crossed his mind. „I want to be Bucky Barnes. And I want to be in control to protect the ones I love.“ 

He kissed her again. Soft and reassuring. „Especially the girl I love most.“ 

A shy smile pulled on the corners of her lips. „I love you too, Buck. With all my heart.“ 

Cracking sounds. „I hate to interrupt your foreplay guys but we need to get out of here before the press arrives, or our faces will be on the news again.“ Natasha insisted through Buckys earpiece. „And tell her that I’m happy she is still alive, Barnes.“ 

Bucky grinned and looked down on his whole world. „We should get out of here.“ 

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[arcadia-smith]

Handle me

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: You both take upon roles, Bucky- The Winter Soldier, you- His Handler. Now you feel like the world's crumbling down under your feet. You don't want to lose him, but you're about to.

Word count: 2k

Note: As for timeline, not really cannon with the MCU. But yes, Endgame happened, Sam is now Captain America

The room was cold. Clinical. Metal walls, a reinforced steel door, and the ever-present hum of machinery that made your skin crawl. The HYDRA scientists were watching. So were the guards.

An old HYDRA remnant had been resurfacing, trying to rebuild the Winter Soldier program, and what better way for them to do so than trying to resurrect one of their best ex-assassins.

It gave you an opportunity to take them down from the inside, going undercover- you as his ruthless new handler, Bucky as The Winter Soldier.

You stood in the center of the room, chin high, hands clasped behind your back like you've done this a thousand times. Like you belonged there.

Bucky, on his knees before you, head bowed, muscles coiled tight beneath the tactical gear he’s been forced into. He looked the part. Cold. Controlled. Empty.

But he wasn't. He was acting. He had to be.

To gain trust, to secure access and prove your control over The Soldat, you had to do something you swore you never would. Watching Bucky clenching his jaw every time you had to call him Soldat in front of the enemy was heartbreaking enough. But then you had to give the order—to tell the Winter Soldier to kill. And you had to do it without hesitation, just as he had to follow through without a question.

The lead scientist, an older man with a sharp smile, stepped forward. "He hesitated on the last command," he said in a voice thick with condescension. "A good soldier should never hesitate. Perhaps he needs a reminder of who he belongs to."

Your stomach twisted, but you kept your expression still. "He’s mine,"

The scientist gestured. One of the guards moved forward, striking Bucky hard across the face with the butt of his rifle. He barely flinched, but a muscle in his jaw ticked. Blood at his temple.

"Say it," the scientist ordered. "Make him believe it."

You turned to Bucky, forcing yourself to meet his eyes. This was just a mission. This was not real. But when he looked up at you, something in your chest caved.

Because for the first time since this started, he wasn't just acting.

There was no recognition in his gaze, no flicker of the man you knew. His blue eyes were blank, waiting, expectant. Like you really were his handler.

Your throat tightened, but you kept your voice steady. "You belong to me, Soldat."

The words tasted like poison.

He gave a short mechanical nod once and lowered his head again. Submission. Like he had done this a hundred times before. Like it’s second nature.

The scientist hummed in approval. "Much better."

You stepped forward, fingers barely brushing Bucky’s jaw as you tilted his face up again. His skin was warm under your touch, but his eyes stayed empty.

"Good boy," you whispered, because you had to.

Your hand was still on his jaw, fingers trembling just enough that only Bucky would notice. But he didn't react, didn't pull away, didn't give you anything to hold onto. Just blank obedience, the perfect soldier carved out of the man you once knew.

A knot tightened in your throat. This is a mission. A role. He was playing the part. He had to be.

And then Bucky shifted ever so slightly, leaning into your touch. The breath you were holding escaped your lips before you pulled back, before anybody could notice.

The air was thick with tension, the kind that always settled in when Bucky had to become the Winter Soldier again.

This mission felt endless, stretching on for months with no finish line in sight.

You watched as Bucky grabbed a beer bottle and stepped onto the back porch, his broad shoulders tense under the dim light.

At least the safe house was nice—a wraparound porch, a quiet garden. Sometimes, you caught yourself wondering if it could be a home, a real one. But you shoved those thoughts away the moment they crept in.

You had no right to feel the way you did—no right to be angry at Bucky for shutting you out.

His hands were the ones that wrapped around that man's throat and twisted it. You had just stood there, cold and composed, playing the part of the handler—the pretty little princess giving orders to the Winter Soldier.

Bucky—the man you'd spent the last five years building a life with—would do anything you asked. Even kill. In another context, that might have sounded romantic. If only it was hypothetical. But this was real.

You could have pushed back, could have said something—argued that you didn’t need to prove your control over him, that a less lethal command would have sufficed. But the words hadn’t come. Your mind had blanked, and the order had left your lips faster than you’d have liked.

The man wasn't an innocent, nor saint, but it didn’t make any of it easier. Not for you. Not for Bucky.

It wasn’t until you were out of the HYDRA facility that you noticed the way his hands trembled, the silence that stretched thick between you on the drive back. He hadn’t said a word.

Now, with your eyes closed, the scene replayed in perfect clarity—the way Bucky moved, his hands tightening around the target’s throat the second you gave the order. The way the life drained from the man’s eyes. The way Bucky—no, the Soldat—stood still, composed, empty. A machine, not the man you loved.

The sharp ring of the phone on the table cut through the memory, yanking you back to the present.

"We're in, Sam." You answered before he even had the chance to ask.

"That's good. Finally. I was starting to think you and Barnes were on vacation, not working," Sam chuckled. His usual humor. Right now, you could strangle him for it.

Any other time, you would have fired back with something sharp and witty, but not tonight. Instead, you just nodded, as if he could somehow see you through the phone.

The silence must have tipped him off. "Everything alright?" His tone had shifted now, more serious.

"Yeah... yeah. It’s just—" You exhaled, voice barely above a mumble. "You know how it is for him."

You weren’t sure if you should tell Sam everything now, let Bucky do it himself later, or just leave it for the mission report.

"It's not like he's that brainless killing machine anymore." Sam quiped.

You squeezed your eyes shut. Yeah. That’s the problem. He wasn’t the Winter Soldier. He was Bucky. And tonight, he’d been forced to kill someone anyway.

"Yeah. Yeah," you muttered, trying to mask the knot tightening in your chest. "Still brings back a lot of memories... and shit."

Your eyes flicked toward the back door—toward the spot where Bucky had disappeared minutes ago.

"We’ll keep you updated when we have something, Sam," you added quickly, cutting the conversation short before it could go any deeper.

Sam muttered something in agreement, tossing in another one of his not-so-funny jokes before hanging up.

With a quiet thud, the phone hit the counter. You rubbed your face with both hands, trying to push away the weight pressing down on you.

With a sigh, you pushed away from the counter and made your way to the back door. The night air hit you as soon as you stepped outside, cool against your skin. Bucky was exactly where you expected him to be—sitting on the steps of the porch, elbows on his knees, beer bottle dangling loosely from his fingers.

You hesitated in the doorway. He hadn’t noticed you yet, or maybe he had and just didn’t care. His gaze was locked on something in the distance, but whatever it was, you knew he wasn’t really seeing it.

“Bucky.”

He didn’t turn, just lifted the bottle to his lips and took a slow sip.

You stepped closer. “You gonna sit out here all night?”

He exhaled through his nose, something close to a humorless laugh.

You sat down beside him, not touching, but close enough that he could feel your presence.

"Look… babe." You exhaled quietly, the weight of your own words pressing down on you. "I should've told them to go fuck themselves. I shouldn’t have—shouldn’t have ordered you to do it." You ran your fingers through your hair, aching to touch him but something kept you back.

Bucky let out a breath that was almost a laugh, but there was no warmth in it. He took another sip from the bottle and gave you one of those hollow smiles—the kind that never reached his eyes.

"Let’s not talk about it, yeah?" His voice was even, controlled. Too controlled. "We both did what we had to for the mission."

It was meant to sound reassuring, but something was missing. Something you couldn’t quite name.

"Buck-"

"You can go inside." He interrupted you. "I'll be there soon. Don't worry." and he stil wouldn't look at you.

You stayed seated for a brief minute before nodding and walking back inside.

That night, he never came to bed. You weren’t even sure if he’d come inside at all—until the morning, when you found the blankets and pillows on the living room floor.

The coffee maker hummed as you leaned against the kitchen counter, fingers tapping against the surface.

A soft creak of floorboards behind you made you turn.

"Morning," you said, testing the waters.

He gave a slight nod. No smile. No teasing remark. Just walked past you, reaching for the coffee pot.

You watched as he poured himself a cup, his movements precise but mechanical, like he was going through the motions just to do something.

"You didn’t come to bed," you said softly.

"Didn’t think I deserved to."

"Bucky…"

He shook his head. It was dismissive. Distant. Like you were just another agent. Just another person in the long list of people he’s lost.

You swallowed hard. "We should talk."

His laugh was humorless. A sharp exhale through his nose. "Talk?" He finally turned his head, but not enough to meet your gaze. "About what?"

You moved closer, "About what happened back there."

He raised his head, his eyes met yours. But wasn't the look you remembered, the one that used to tether you together in the chaos. There was no warmth, no trust—just something fractured, something raw.

"You mean about how you stood over me while I was on my knees?" His voice was quiet, but it cut deeper than a scream. "Or how you ordered me around like I was your fucking weapon?"

You flinched. "You know I didn’t—"

"Didn’t what?" He pushed himsepf to move forward and suddenly he was too close, towering over you, blue eyes burning. "Didn’t mean it? Didn’t want to?" His jaw clenched. "Didn’t enjoy it?"

Your breath catched. "Bucky—"

He shook his head, stepping back like he couldn't stand being near you. "I heard your voice, day and night. It was the only thing keeping me grounded." His throat bobbed. "But then you started giving orders, and I—" He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "I obeyed."

"You were pretending. We both were."

"Were we?" His voice was almost a whisper. "Because it sure as hell didn’t feel like it by the end."

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out.

What could you say? That you didn’t mean it? That you didn’t want to? It wouldn’t matter. Not when the damage had already been done.

Bucky exhaled, a slow, bitter thing. "I used to look at you and see my way out." His gaze dropped, fingers flexing at his sides. "Now all I see is the person who made me go back in."

The words landed like a killing blow.

He turned away before you could say anything else.

[hotreadingwitch]

Bucky x Reader - Again?

Tags: dominance, praise kink, daddy kink, choking, scratching (marks), breath play, breast play, finger sucking, fingering, cum swallowing, oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex (multiple rounds)  Word Count: 2.4k

“You know I wasn’t sure if you were going to ask me out again…”

“Oh yeah?” Bucky smiled slowly in that way Y/n was starting to think might just drive her crazy, “Why’s that?” 

“No reason in particular I guess” she blushed.

“You should give yourself more credit you know? You’re a beautiful and smart woman Y/n” 

His steel eyes lingered on hers for a beat too long before he moved to hold the restaurant door open for her. 

~ 3 hours later ~ 

“Well, this is my place” she smiled nervously as she invited Bucky into her apartment. 

“It’s very nice Y/n” he nodded curtly as he assessed the place. 

Y/n shook her head, chuckling at the polite way he talked. She’d noticed him talking this way on their last date, using odd expressions, almost sounding as if he was from a different time. 

“Come, I’ll give you a tour” she offered with a small chuckle, gesturing to the small space. 

She took his gloved hand, leading him in a small circle through the apartment. He glanced down at the connection but if he had anything to say about it he kept his thoughts to himself. 

“Kitchen” she pointed. 

“Kitchen” he affirmed, bobbing his head slightly. 

“Living room” 

Another curt nod. 

“Bathroom, in case you need it” she smiled, “and…Bedroom” 

They stood in front of her door. It seemed to Y/n as if Bucky was trying his hardest to not peak into the cozy room or maybe there was something else that he was trying to resist. 

“Bucky…” she said quietly, her voice thicker than she’d have liked. 

His gloved hand came up to her cheek, caressing the skin with a softness she somehow hadn’t expected, the leather smooth against her skin. 

“Can I—“ he seemed to gather himself, “Can I kiss you?” 

“You can kiss me” 

The tension between them crackled. As Bucky leaned down, his tall, broad frame curving down to meet hers as she tilted her parted lips upward. When he finally captured her lips with his it was like they both were suddenly put in a trance, unable to keep their hands off of each other. Bucky’s hands slid under the fabric of her shirt, gripping at her waist just as hers secured themselves behind his neck. 

“Fuck” he groaned onto her mouth. 

Guiding them into her bedroom, she moved backward until he knees hit the edge of her plush mattress. His hand grazed her neck lightly as their kisses slowed. She melted into his touch, sighing onto his mouth at the feeling. He parted their lips slowly, dragging away from her only by an inch or two to ask, “May I?” 

When she nodded, both his hands gripped her breasts, kneading their tender tissue. He kissed between them and down her stomach, stopping above her pussy, concealed still by her short skirt and panties. 

“You’re so fucking perfect doll” he groaned as he slid them down her legs. 

“Doll?” She chuckled lightly, arching a questioning brow, “How old are you?”

Bucky looked completely serious when he replied, “106” 

She laughed harder, her chuckle interrupted as Bucky caressed her cheek, pulling her in for another hungry kiss. Their mouths collided, mashing their lips and teeth together. They kissed for minutes but somehow it felt like hours. Y/n knew she could kiss him forever if given the opportunity. 

When he finally spread her legs, not bothering to take off her skirt, his eyes darkened in a way that, at any other time with any other man, might be considered scary. 

“I—” he started, uncharacteristically shy. 

“Is everything okay?” 

“Yeah, I just…it’s been a while since I’ve done something like this—I don’t usually…” he gulped, slipping his glove off, revealing a dark metal arm that shimmered in the low light. 

He looked at her expectantly as her eyes widened slightly. 

“I need you to touch me” she begged then, her voice breathy, “Now” 

His gaze trailed down her slowly, skirt scrunched up, face flushed, pussy bare, and all for him. The first contact of his fingers was desperate, like he couldn’t resist touching her and was so glad that she needed him as much as he needed her. He rubbed over her clit gently, using three warm fingers flat against her, making her hips buck upward in response.

“Fuck” she breathed, gasping as his fingers spread her lips, playing with her clit with intense focus.

As he rubbed against her, his mouth dived down, tasting her hole. He moaned onto her, the vibrations making her shiver, as he licked up the slickness that was already there. 

“You taste so fucking good” he groaned again, “Fuck—doll you’re driving me crazy” 

She ground her pussy up to meet his prodding tongue, shaking as his fingers pleased her clit. Y/n felt his other hand, the mysterious metal one, reach up and caress her neck, the cool material sending another shiver down her spine.

“Yeah that feels good doesn’t it?” he chuckled as her back arched upwards, her clit connecting to his other hand’s calloused fingers. 

Warmth shot through her body, making her cheeks flush and her breath hitch. Y/n practically screamed, crying out and shaking as he removed the hand from her neck, pushing two fingers just inside her wet hole instead. She was soaking, yes, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t tight. In fact, she was so clenched that he could barely press his fingers further than an inch or two into her. 

“Doll…” he groaned as if in awe, “Fuck—this pussy’s so tight”

Y/n could feel the familiar sensation building in her lower belly. He plunged his two metal fingers in and out of her, caressing a low, sensitive spot within her. 

“Fuck” she whined, the feeling intense and rising quicker and quicker by the second. 

She kept her grip on his thick hair as her hips bucked rhythmically toward his eager hands. He didn’t even have his mouth on her and yet he’d brought her to the edge somehow anyway. “Ah—shittt” she gasped, her breath hitching. 

He held down her hips with his arms, holding her pussy in place as she squirmed with pleasure. 

“Cum for me doll, cum on these fingers” he commanded, eyes full of lust. 

Bucky ordering her to cum with his fingers pleasing her like she’d never been pleased before was enough to make her burst all over his hands. She throbbed and throbbed, pleasure coursing through her like a rushing river. 

“Mmm,” she moaned quietly, satiated as Bucky rubbed slowly over her whole pussy, the feeling calming beneath his large palm. When he finally removed his fingers from her, her legs shook as if instantly missing the loss of his touch. He chuckled darkly before kissing her, capturing her mouth in a quick tangle of tongues. She felt his flesh hand gripping her neck, the feeling causing her to whimper on his lips. 

“You’re killing me doll” he groaned, eyes dark, “So fucking beautiful when you cum for me” 

His lips kissed at her jaw, right above where his hand was squeezing roughly at her neck, as he raised his other hand to her lips, placing two soaked, metal fingers on her lips. 

“Open” he instructed, his tone leaving her with no other option, not that she’d want to say no. Y/n obeyed, taking his fingers into her mouth, making him groan at the sight. She moaned as she closed her lips around them, appreciating the feeling of fullness and the taste of her own cum on his cold fingers. 

She reached down his front, pulling at his belt buckle with a low, desperate whine.

“Please Bucky” she begged, her doe eyes conveying her need. 

“Fuck, I want to…but I can’t—“ he paused frustrated, his voice a low growl, “I can’t go slow, it’s gonna be rough doll, I need it rough—fast”

She nodded obediently, slinking back further onto the bed until she hit the headboard, Bucky following in her wake as if literally mesmerized by her. His left hand caressed her side, pulling the rest of her clothes off of her, as she did the same to him, leaving them both bare. 

“Daddy?” His head snapped up to look at her, eyes darkening more and more as the silence stretched. 

When he finally spoke, his voice strained, “Yes?” 

“I need you to fuck me now” 

“…I don’t want to hurt you” 

“I don’t care” she shook her head, reaching back to spread her ass cheeks, making him grunt at his view, his palms immediately gripping her ass, “Don’t you get that I want it as much as you do? I want you to hurt me, to fuck me so hard you can barely control yourself. Unless you don’t want me anymore?”

“Fuck—doll, I—” Bucky slipped himself between her legs, grinding his hips slowly forward and back so that his massive cock became coated with her slick, “Are you sure?” 

“Yes Daddy” 

With a grunt, he stretched her hole with his large size, pushing so much of it into her that her legs spread on instinct, one hooking back over him. His hands grabbed at her waist, every inch of his taut, naked body on display for her to turn and see as he pulled her fully down onto his cock. The fit of him was so snug, so tight that his groan was practically feral.

“Yeah—fuck yes” he encouraged as his cock began to slap in and out of her, “Shit, I’m fucking stretching you doll” 

Bucky tilted her head back with a small nudge under her chin, his lips crashing down onto hers so fast that she barely had time to breathe.

“Mmm,” she moaned into his mouth, wincing at the size of him and the immediate speed of his thrusts. 

His cock was ridiculously big but she took it like the good girl she was, practically beaming the more he praised her, telling her how good she was and how much her tight pussy drove him crazy. Each thrust felt like heaven and it was only made better when he slunk a hand down between her legs to start rubbing her clit, pleasing her in every way. 

“Hold your breath doll” he ordered then, his voice husky in her ear, “And choke yourself for me”

She obeyed without a second thought, sucking in a breath, struggling as she squeezed her throat, using both hands to cut off her air supply as much as possible. "Yes,” she moaned, her noises muffled. 

The feeling of her own hands tight around her neck, paired with Bucky pleasing her, was everything she needed to be sent over the metaphorical edge. Her body writhed in front of him as heat pulsed within her. Her heart raced in her chest the more and more she refused to breathe, her body making a mess all over his cock.

“That’s it” she finally gasped, her lungs filling up with short stifled breaths, “Daddy…” 

His pace was fast, dangerous, and practically animalistic. Her breasts bounced up and down as she ground backward, her hips snapping to meet each and every one of his powerful thrusts. “You—you” she stuttered, her voice quivering before turning to a sigh, “Fuck, that feels so good” 

“Yeah, that’s it, that’s my girl” he praised, grunting.

Soon, the feeling began to dissipate, the strong waves of her orgasm lessening, her legs shaking. But he kept thrusting. 

“Again?” she whimpered, looking back to meet his steely gaze. 

“Again” he grunted. 

Her pussy was aching, overstimulated, and sore but the feeling of him hitting even deeper within her was enough to make her nod her head obediently and murmur a small yes. Bucky flipped her over then so that she was on her back, facing up at him. He continued fucking her then, roughly thumbing her stiff clit. Her hole was so sensitive, the combination was enough to make pleasure rise up quickly within her all over again. 

“Fuck” she whispered as he curved forward over her, sucking her jaw as his other, metal hand, squeezed her throat. Her eyes scrunched closed, allowing her mind to focus exclusively on the feelings.

"Don’t take your eyes off of me doll” he growled, “don’t you fucking dare” 

Eyelashes fluttering, she resisted the urge to close her eyes, his tight, relentless grip on her jaw making sure her eyes never dared to look away from his dark gaze. Her body shook beneath him, her legs and arms all quivering, “Yes Daddy…” 

She arched her back, pushing her breasts up to touch his chest as she threw her head back into the pillow and her hands up to grip the headboard. The angle of her body only allowed him to fuck her deeper, her hands holding on so tightly that her knuckles were turning pale. Y/n’s room filled with the sounds of sweaty skin slapping as Bucky’s hips snapped against her soaking wet pussy. 

“Do you feel that doll” he growled as one hand played with her clit, still thrusting in and out, “That’s how it feels to have my fucking cock throbbing in your pretty little pussy”

Her head lulled to the side but his strong hand kept her face forward, looking straight at him as she came. She whined as her pussy pulsed, tightening around his pounding cock. Bucky moved his hand down under her back as it arched up off of the mattress, her body overwhelmed by the pleasure. As he grunted hoarsely in her ear, she could tell he was cumming too. The feeling was like a bucket of ice water washing over her body, sweet intensity running through her veins, making her shiver. She cried out, the pleasure was too intense. 

Bucky groaned, fucking into her faster and faster, playing with her clit all the while, as he pushed them both through their second orgasm. 

“Fuck, that’s it doll” he cursed, “So wet—fuck—so fucking good for me”

She gripped his broad shoulders, scratching down his tanned back, her nails no doubt leaving marks that claimed her as his as much as the cum dripping out from her pussy made sure she belonged solely to him. 

[independentwarlocksworld]

Dating Bucky Barnes would include:

Training together

Bucky loves cuddles and will hold you close whenever he has the opportunity

He was touch deprived for so long so now he always finds a reason to be touching you

Buck is afraid to hurt you and is extra careful and gentle with you

He plays with your hair alot

His nickname for you would be 'babydoll'

He would be the big spoon in bed

[not-sebastian-stan]

Bucky Barnes Imagine- Being Bucky’s girlfriend in the ‘40′s would include:

A/N: Sorry for not uploading so much, I am kind of experiencing writer's block. And school thinks that I can handle 3 tests every week ( spoiler: I can’t handle it ). AND I HAVE ALREADY BOUGHT MY TICKETS FOR INFINITY WAR OMG I AM GOING TO CRY SO HARD.

Warnings: swearing but that’s kinda normal

You probably met at some back alley

You would be talking to Steve who got into another fight

Bucky would be taken back by your beauty

“ don’t stand there, dumbass. Help your friend! “

Agreeing to go on a date with Bucky after Steve told him to ask you out.

Dinner at his mom's house

His mom adoring you 

“ oooh you finally got a pretty one “

Helping his mom with chores around the house

Cuddling up together at night

Waring the hat of his uniform

Friday night = game night with the family

Going ballroom dancing together

Being anxious that he might not come back every time he has to go away

Late night make-out sessions

Morning make-out sessions

Pre-Date make-out sessions

Post-Date make-out sessions

Okay, you would make-out anywhere at any time

Him trying to impress you any time

Like laying flowers in all of your rooms

Cooking you dinner

Buying your new clothes

Giving you back massages

You probably commenting something like “ aren’t you a grand-stand “

But he would take a bullet for you

He actually did one time

Because you and Peggy were training

But now you know that you aiming ability is -100

Okay hear me out

1940

BUCKY

BARNES

IS 

A

KINKY

MOTHER

FUCKER

He would show his emotions to you in bed

Jealous- rough sex and denial

Angry- rough sex for weeks

Happy- soft giggly sex

Flirty- super soft and lost of fucking kisses

He can’t stand being away from you

When you heard that he fell off a train you were wrecked

Going to his mom for comfort

Spending the night at Steve’s place

Until he disappears as well

The winter soldier’s first mission would probably be to find you because he would be easier to control of HYDRA had you

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@frayedichor

[strawberryjam-scribbles]

Dating Bucky Barnes

Warning(s): None

-dating bucky sometimes felt like an uphill battle, for both of you

-bucky was scared to touch you in the beginning of your relationship since he still thought of himself as a threat

-slowly but surely you helped him realise that he wouldn't hurt you and that you weren't scared he would

-one time he caught you staring at his arm and now he always teases you about it

-you had asked him if he liked the 21st century more than the 20th, he would always answer with "i don't care what century i'm in as long at it has you in it." which led to you playfully hitting him while trying to calm the hot feeling on your face

-when bucky had nightmares it almost seemed as if just your presence calmed him

-even though it was still so early in your relationship bucky was sure you were the one he was going to marry

-he would let you braid his hair and he would usually forget his hair was so styled-for lack of a better word-and ended up going to training with them in

-once it went a step further and he wore the braid out to a mission, he only found out after his target started laughing at his hair

-bucky liked to give you that angelic smile of his while winking at you, for no apparent reason might i add, so prepared to be attacked

-he liked when you called him james. it made him feel mature, he also liked it just because it came from your mouth

-so yeah, it may sometimes be an uphill battle, but it is the best battle you’ve ever been through

[obscure-imagines]

he was leaning against the wall, watching the festivities of the Stark party with a blank face. you weren't having a great time either but came to stand next to him he turned to you with a smile, “not enjoying yourself?” he asked.

you shrugged, “not really, Cap bribed me to come.”

“me too.” Bucky admitted.

thats when you both noticed the little droid that was flying around the room with Mistletoe. you watched it until it was directly over top of you. you looked to Bucky who looked at you and before you could make some awkward comment he slipped his hand around the back of your neck and brought his lips to yours. his other hand slipped to the small of your back, pulling your body to his.

of course, thats when the robot above you stated in Tony’s voice, “damn, what a Christmas miracle.” 

[hazohazahazbro]

Tough Guy / Bucky drabble

Pairing: Reader x Bucky

Featuring: Bucky Barnes

Warning: i might have used a swear word like once?

Request - can you please do # 12 with bucky? thx

12 - “No, I refuse to buy those. It’ll hurt my tough guy exterior”

You woke up early and you were getting dressed for the day ahead, when your boyfriend came strutting in from the bathroom, a towel loosely hung from his hips. His wet hair falling over his forehead. You were practically drooling over him as he came over to you and extended a hand, lightly grazing your jaw. Snapping your jaw shut, you stared up at him as your cheeks turned a deep red.

“See something you like?” He teased, turning away from you to walk over to his closet, his hips swaying more so than usual, you smirked.

“Nah, just what the cat dragged in.” You answered nonchalantly, turning back to the mirror you were standing in front of, accessing your hair. Seeing Bucky’s reflection in the mirror caught your attention, and you regretted your snarky remark.

“You’ve asked for, doll.” His voice was taunting, deep, and oh so sexy. But that didn’t register as fast as the fact that he was running back over the room to you. You didn’t have the chance for a quick get away, you only managed to get acorss the bed, but Bucky was much faster and landed on top of you. His bare chest brushing against your bare back. You’d only been in a bra and sweats. Him, still only a towel. 

“Buck!” You shouted, laughter bubbling inside you as he held you down, gently, but heavily. Your body vibrated as he laughed above you, pinning you to the bed. 

“Say you’re sorry!” he demanded, his metal arm rested on the bed beside you, his flesh was wedged between both your bodies, awkwardly. Shaking your head as to say no, Bucky laughed once again. “Take it back, (Y/N)!” 

“I’m not gonna!” Your voice was muffled as you shoved your face into the bed. Hiding your smile as you fought back laughter. Bucky sighed, his weight shifting above you. You felt cool air as his skin left yours and he fell in a huff on the bed beside you. You turned your head to face him, his crystal blue eyes absorbing yours.

“You gave up easily.” Teasingly, you whispered up at him, reaching out a hand to move a stray piece of his dark hair out of his face. Bucky sighed, grabbing hold of your outstretched hand and intertwining your fingers.

“I’m tired.” He huffed, but you could tell he was lying. Since when does the Winter Soldier get tired? You thought. Bucky’s brow furrowed in confusion as you glared up at him in acquisition. 

“I know when you’re lying to me, Barnes.” Letting go of his hand, you used all your strength to gracefully pull your body closer to his, though it wasn’t graceful - at all.

“Oh yeah, how’s that (L/N)?” Bucky mocked, sending you a playful smirk. You only leaned up and kissed his nose, then maneuvered off the bed and to your mirror. You heard Bucky whimper from behind you, but you ignored him. 

“Hurry up, big guy. We got lots to do today.” You said, giving up on your hair and throwing it into a messy bun. Bucky got changed into jeans and a loose tee. Though, it was loose every where but his shoulders and chest, inviting you to a playful imagination. 

“Stop biting your lip, doll.” Bucky warned as he pulled on his coat. “You know what that does to me.” He added, helping you slip on your own large faux fur coat. 

“I do as I please, Bucky.” Laughter followed your teasing demeanor as you swung open the front door and dashed outside into the snow. Bucky slowly followed pursuit, catching up to your short legs and intertwining your hand with his flesh one. Both of you walking down the street in a happy buzz. 

“We should get breakfast.” Bucky said, breaking the silence as you crossed a busy street. Swinging your hand absentmindedly in his.

“Sure, we just gotta make one stop. Real quick.” You said up to your tall boyfriend, sending him a cheeky smirk. Bucky looked puzzled down at you as you pulled him into a clothing store along the street. Warm air met both your freezing faces as you pulled him to the centre of the store.   

“What’re we doing in here?” He asked as you led him further into the clothing wracks until you found what you had been looking for. 

“Eureka!” You shouted, holding up what you’d bee searching for. 

“What is that?” Bucky asked beside you, staring at the small piece of clothing. You gaped at him, showing him the toque that you held in your grasp.

“It’s a toque,” you said, staring at him in dismay. Bucky slowly took it from your hands, inspecting it. “For you. I think you should buy it.” You quickly added.

“What? No way!” Bucky exclaimed, staring at the toque in distaste. Placing a hand on your heart, you feigned hurt.

“Why not? I thought you loved me.” You pouted, sniffling back a fake tear. Bucky stared at you for a second in horror, then down at the toque. Your evil genius self was laughing on the inside.

“I do, I love you. Of course I love you.” Bucky fretted, “but it says Baby Girl’s Man on it, (Y/N).” You held in your laughter, nearly choking on your spit.

“Baby Girl’s Man.” Bucky repeated, “what the hell does that even mean? Do you really want me wearing this?” 

“Well, yeah. I don’t see the problem.” You said, acting offended by his words. Bucky sucked in a dramatic breath, staring down at the toque of doom.

“It says-”

“Buck, I know what it says. I still think you should buy it... cause you’re my man.” You must have been on the verge of persuading him ,since he tilted his head in the way he does when he’s thinking really hard. But then he shook it, as if to clear his thoughts.

“No, I refuse to buy this. It’ll hurt my tough guy exterior.” He said, handing the toque back over to you. You couldn’t control your laughter as it came bubbling up from inside you. Shocking your boyfriend in the process. 

“O-ohka-ay.” You gulped in between fits of laughter. Bucky stared at you in disbelief. 

“Did you just play me, babydoll?” He asked, feigning hurt. You nodded your head as you regained your breath. 

“I am so getting you back for that.” Bucky said with a smile through clenched teeth. Your eyes widened as his arms engulfed you, surrounding you in a gigantic bear hug. 

Sure, he was probably going to get you back for that - but you enjoyed these rounds of playful war with your boyfriend. He brought out the kid in you. And you loved that.

here it is! a few weeks behind but it iS HeRe

hope it meets y’all standards.

requests ARE opEN.

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