hi! i've seen you write some of my requests, and you always always always serve and deliver!
what do you think about bucky and reader being secretly married, then they both get sent on a week-long mission to go undercover as a newly wed couple on their honeymoon, then the team got so amazed with how they were able to make it look so real?
like imagine bucky going "it's like they paid us to go on a vacation" and reader going "we gotta do this mission right so they'll pair us up for another one"
**bonus points if they do the deed while on a voice call with the team for a regularly scheduled mission update**
i'm looking forward to your daily updates, i hope your food is always tasty and your sleep is always filled with pretty dreams. lots of love to you and your entire bloodline <3
You don’t even make it halfway across the marble-floored honeymoon suite before Bucky’s hands are around your waist, spinning you and pinning you lightly against the nearest wall.
“This,” he murmurs, mouth dragging along your jaw, “might be the easiest mission we’ve ever had.”
His wedding band glints where it rests against your hip, disguised under the simple titanium “undercover ring” the team issued you. Funny how the two look nearly identical. Funny how no one noticed you never take yours off.
You laugh softly, sliding your fingers into his hair. “We gotta make it look convincing, right?”
Bucky noses your cheek, voice all grit and velvet. “Sweetheart, we are convincing. We’re literally married.”
“Exactly why we can’t get sloppy,” you tease, tugging lightly at the back of his neck. “If we do this right, they’ll partner us again. Another ‘honeymoon.’ Maybe somewhere with a hot tub next time.”
Bucky groans against your collarbone. “It’s like they paid us to go on vacation.”
“And all we have to do,” you purr, brushing your mouth over his, “is act like we’re madly in love.”
He grins—that dangerous, boyish, grin—and lifts you by the thighs like you weigh nothing. “I am madly in love with you.”
You’re laughing into his kiss when the comm unit in the nightstand gives its cheerful ping!, signaling the upcoming check-in window. You ignore it. Bucky, apparently, does not.
Or rather, he pretends he doesn’t hear it, because his mouth is already moving lower.
“You know,” he murmurs, lips brushing the underside of your breast as he walks you toward the enormous honeymoon bed, “it’d look suspicious if we weren’t…enjoying the amenities.”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“You married me.”
“You tricked me.”
“You begged.”
“You—” Your retort dies in your throat as Bucky sets you on the bed and tugs you closer until you’re straddling his lap. His hands roam. His cock is already hard beneath you.
And well, you want him. Mission or not.
He kisses you like starved. Slow at first, then deep, hot, claiming. His palms slide under the thin silk of your undercover-lingerie (“for authenticity,” Sam had joked when he tossed the garment bag at you). Bucky’s thumbs sweep under your breasts, circling, teasing.
“Buck—”
“Shh,” he coaxes, kissing down your sternum, “I’ll take care of you before the call.”
“During the call,” you mumble, flushing, because you know him, know that tone.
“Sweetheart,” he says, guiding you back onto the pillows, “you know I love multitasking.”
Your legs fall open without conscious thought. He drags his fingertips up your inner thigh until he finds you warm and slick.
“Fuck,” he whispers, pupils blown wide. “My perfect wife.”
You clench around nothing. “Bucky…”
He sinks two fingers inside you like he’s been waiting all week — even though he’s had you every night in this exact suite. Still, he touches you like it’s new. Like he’ll never get tired of learning you.
He curls his fingers just right, and your back arches off the mattress.
And that’s when the comm lights up.
Nat’s voice crackles through the room: “Barnes? How’s the cover holding up?”
Bucky smirks—the bastard—and leans over you to tap the audio connection.
Before you can panic, he lowers his mouth to your ear and whispers, “Be good. Be quiet. Let me talk.”
You swallow a desperate sound as he resumes fucking you with his fingers, slow but purposeful.
“Everything’s great on our end,” Bucky answers breezily, voice impossibly steady for a man knuckle-deep in his wife. “No suspicious activity. Just settling in.”
You bite your lip so hard you taste blood.
“How’s the resort?” Nat asks.
“Oh, you know,” Bucky says, curling his fingers again until your breath breaks into a soft, involuntary gasp. He covers it by pressing his mouth to your neck, teeth scraping as if to muffle you. “Very... accommodating.”
You grab his wrist, nails sinking into his skin, but he just crooks his fingers deeper, filthily gentle.
He mouths, let go, sweetheart.
He mouths, I’ve got you.
“No issues,” Bucky replies smoothly while tugging your panties aside so he can slide the head of his cock through your slick folds. “Everything’s running perfectly.”
You choke on a whimper as he pushes inside you in one slow, rude glide that makes your eyes roll back.
Bucky kisses your temple, murmuring just for you: “Take it, honey. Want you to come while they’re on the line.”
Your hand fists in the sheets.
He starts thrusting, his hips dragging yours into the mattress.
Nat keeps talking. Something about a security checkpoint. A code name. Logistics.
You hear none of it.
All you feel is your husband’s cock stroking the spot inside you that unravels you instantly, his metal hand gripping your thigh to hold you open, his breath hot against your cheek as he fucks you with maddening restraint.
You clamp a hand over your mouth. Bucky removes it.
“Don’t hide from me,” he whispers, kissing your jaw. “Want them to hear how good I make my wife feel.”
You come embarrassingly fast — a clenching, shaking, breathless rush that Bucky swallows with his mouth against yours.
He grunts softly and thrusts hard once, twice, burying himself deep as he spills inside you.
You’re still panting when he clears his throat and answers Nat like nothing happened.
“Copy that,” he says. “We’ll check in again at 2200.”
“Stay safe,” Nat signs off.
The line clicks dead.
Silence.
You smack his chest. “BUCKY.”
He collapses onto you, laughing, breathless, wicked. “What? We’re supposed to be newlyweds.”
“You’re unbelievable.”
“You love me.”
You glare. “Not the point.”
He kisses you, soft and smug. “Married six months and you still blush like a bride.”
You tuck your face into his neck. “If they find out we’re actually married—”
“They won’t.” He kisses the top of your head. “And even if they do, they’ll still send us on missions. We’re too good at the job.”
You laugh quietly. “You mean the job where we get paid to have sex in tropical hotels?”
He rolls you under him again with a groan of mock gravitas. “Sweetheart, I take my work very seriously.”
You lift your brows. “Another round?”
He grins. “Gotta make the cover believable, right?”
Tags- angst, there’s so much angst, married!bucky, y/n insert (cause I couldn’t be bothered for a name), there’s a child included, dad!bucky, hints at sex (very vaguely, sorry no smut this time), just a lot of angst guys
"You'll be okay bug, I promise daddy will home in the morning." I mumbled. Here I sat with my six year old daughter as she cried. Bucky has been gone helping Steve with some business in Wakanda for about two months, so it was just Rebecca and I. She hated when Bucky was away, even more than I did. Our nightly routine was always a movie, bath or shower time, brush time, bedtime story, and snug as a bug in a rug. Without Bucky here though, I could barely get her through her bath or shower without her crying that she missed her daddy.
It was absolutely heartbreaking for me every single time. We've tried calls before bed or facetiming, but Becca still gets upset. Even before she was born she was a daddy's girl. All Bucky had to do was talk to or lay a hand on my bump and she would calm down. And when she was born? Oh boy. You couldn't get Bucky to put her down for a second without watching her like a hawk. Poor Peter and Sam. The first time they had tried to hold her, Bucky was down their throats about be responsible and acting like an adult. Don't even get me started on when we joked about Rocket holding her.
"Mommy, why can't daddy just stay home? I hate when he leaves." Becca whimpered. My heart broke in half as she clung to her deer plushie. A gift from her Uncle Steve because as he called it, it was "a buck for a mini buck". I let out a small sigh and began rubbing my hand across her back. "I hate when he leaves too Beck, but he always comes back. I promise you that daddy will always come back." I said. I tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear, running my thumb across her cheek to wipe a stray tear. "Tomorrow you can spend all day with daddy, but you got to get some sleep first bug." She let out a small sigh, but nodded her head. "Mommy will stay here until you fall asleep, okay?" She nodded again and reached out to wrap her small hand around my big one.
"I love you mommy." "I love you too bug."
I waited for her breathing to even out and small snores to start filling the room before I made my exit. I made sure I left her door ajar so the hallway light peaked in a little. Even if she wasn't scared of the dark, it made me feel better knowing she had some light. I took in a deep breath before making my way downstairs. Now just to wait on my husband. Steve should just be considered Bucky's mistress at this point. I rolled my eyes at the thought. I just miss my husband, doesn't mean I need to compare his best friend to a side piece.
I began picking up the living room, hearing the slight clink of the metal under my shirt. Bucky had given me his tags before he left for a three month mission. He said he wanted me to have a piece of him while he was gone. Part of me always wondered if it was actually because he didn't expect to come back from the mission. It was always a risk when he left. I always waited for the day that Steve would show up at my door without Buck by his side. I felt my heart weigh down in my chest at the thought of him not coming home one day. I could never make it without him.
After Becca was born, I never went on another mission. I stayed at the compound with her and the rest of the avengers. Depending on who was home, I practically didn't see Becca all day. Every time she needs fed or changed or burped or rocked to sleep, they would take her. Always telling me "go get some sleep, I've got her". It amazed me how quickly everyone fell in love with her.
Especially Vision and Loki. Loki would smack my hand anytime I tried to take her for nap time. Which was strange to me because Loki wasn't exactly fond of children to begin with. I had multiple photos of the god of mischief laying with Bucky and I's daughter tucked into his chest. Not that Loki ever needed to know about said photos.
When Becca turned two, Tony gifted Bucky and I our own home so we weren't cramped into the compound with everyone else. A three story house, six bedrooms, three full baths, fully decked out kitchen, in-ground pool in the backyard, finished basement, office area, and so much more. Bucky refused to take it at first due to his past with the Stark's, but Tony shut it down real quick. "I'm not saying I'll ever forgive you Barnes, but you aren't that man anymore. I don't think the winter solider would ever cry over a little girl getting her hair trimmed." Which lead to them fighting over if Bucky actually cried or not.
Just because I stopped missions though, doesn't mean the great White Wolf did. Steve and Tony both said that Bucky would continue to be a great asset to the team. I think Bucky truly didn't want to give up having the life he was used to. His whole life has been spent fighting and even if he hates it, it's practically his comfort zone. When he found out I was pregnant, it scared him. It absolutely terrified him because all he could think was 'i have taken so many other people's children, so why do i deserve my own'. It took weeks for the closest people around him to get it through to him that he deserved this as much as the next person.
The first four years weren't bad. I could handle him being gone for weeks, a month, or even two months. Sometimes even as long as four months. Here lately though, every time he walks out the door I'm worried I won't see my husband again. I know for a fact that it has a big affect on Becca. She loves her dad and if he's gone for more than three days, she's not her normal cheery happy self. I sat on the couch and sighed as I seen all the toys still scattered. I just want him home for a change.
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I slowly open my eyes as I heard the shut of a door. I heard the footsteps of my husband begin to echo suddenly. What time is it? I looked up at the clock on the wall, only for the hands to be pointed at 2:48. Almost three o'clock in the morning. Four hours after he was supposed to be home. I huffed in slight annoyance making the footsteps come to halt. "Sweetheart?" I rolled my eyes and slowly sat up from my laying position. The footsteps began making their way towards me, but I was thrilled like I usually am. I was severely annoyed with everything.
"Why are you on the couch sweets?" I looked up seeing his concerned face staring down at me. I could see confusion slowly take over as he noticed the annoyed look on my face. "What's wrong? What happened?" I scoffed at his words. Of course. I stood up from the couch and made my to the kitchen, Bucky following close behind. "Why are you mad?" I could hear the worry in his tone. We weren't a couple that fought, mostly due to our pasts. We bickered and argued, but never got to the point where we were yelling at each other. It's the one type of fighting we always prevented from happening. Seems like I wasn't able to prevent this one though.
"It's almost three in the morning James, why am I mad?" I asked snapping my head over his way. I could see his face fall as he realized. "I was supposed to be home at eleven." He muttered. He ran his hand down his face while I just nodded. "I'm sorry. Steve needed me to stay for debriefing before we leave again tomorrow." He said. I just smiled and shook my head. "Of course he did." I snapped, slamming the cupboard shut. "Y/N, you know how these thing-" "Yes James! I know how the work! I understand that you have a job, you have a responsibility to the team, but what about our team? What about our daughter?!" Bucky looked at me with his eyes wide. I wasn't someone who yelled, at all.
"Sweets, I'm sorry. I know I'm not home much, but I'm trying so hard." I let out a dry laugh as I opened our dishwasher. "Not hard enough." It wasn't fair to say, I know how hard he tries. I know that he does the best he can to stay home and be available for work. "That's not fair Y/N and you know it." He said with a small hint of aggression in his tone. "No what's not fair is that you never seem to have time for our daughter! When's the last parent teacher conference you went to? When was the last dance recital you attended?! When did you last hug her goodnight? Or even-" "I get it Y/N! Got anymore ways to explain how much of a shitty father I am?!" Here it is, our first actual yelling match.
"She's cries every night for you! She misses you so much and you're never here anymore! We might as well be divorced!" I yelled. I immediately regretted the words when Bucky's angry face dissolved quickly. Instead he looked hurt, wounded even. The silence was suffocating, just like every night without him here. "Is that- are you saying you want a divorce?" I felt my heart start to crumble as his eyes watered over at the words. "Buck-" "You're getting divorced?" I quickly snapped my head over to see our daughter standing there with tears down her cheeks.
"Bug-" she quickly turned around, running back upstairs with sobs falling from her lips. Without a second thought I rushed up after her. I could fix the fight later, right now my buggy needs me.
My heart finished shattering when I walked into her room seeing her curled into a ball. The sobs leaving her lips was never what a mother wanted to hear. It was gut wrenching. I quickly made my way over to her bed, resting my hand on her back. "Becca, please don't cry." I whispered. She just shrugged my hand off of her and buried her head further into her pillow. I sighed as I felt defeat rushing through me. I looked over as I heard the floorboard creak quietly. There stood Bucky with almost the same look of defeat.
He walked in and sat beside Becca's bed. I watched as he reached his metal hand across to grab ahold of her small one. She loved that her dad was part 'robot'. I felt tears filling my eyes as Becca slowly turned her head towards her dad. Her small eyes swollen and her lips wobbly. "Why is my pretty girl crying?" Bucky asked. His tone as gentle as the hold he had on her hand. "Y-You and mom-mommy are getting a div-divorce." She hiccuped. God, I'm a terrible mother.
"Mommy and I are just having a disagreement right now princess, I promise-" "But you said you were! Don't lie daddy!" Becca cried, burying her face back into her pillow. Bucky sighed and leaned towards the bed. "Buggy, daddy and I aren't getting a divorce." I said, Bucky looked over at me with almost relief on his features. "Stop lying to me!" I sighed at her words. I moved closer and laid down beside her. "Sometimes things are said that shouldn't be said Bug, and that happened between daddy and I tonight. Mommy said things she shouldn't of. You know how when you're upset, you say things to mommy that you don't mean?" I asked. I smiled slightly as her small head nodded.
"Well, that's what mommy did. She got upset and said things she didn't mean." I said. I began rubbing her back, watching as she slowly pulled her pillow away from her. "There's my princess." Bucky whispered squeezing her small hand. "Why were you upset with daddy?" I heard her small voice ask. Oh, sweet girl. I looked over her head to see Bucky looking at me. The guilt on his face made me want to burst out in tears. "I was upset because I miss daddy so much." I muttered. His eyes watered as he looked at me.
Becca suddenly turned towards me with a look of remorse. I felt a tear fall from my eye as she placed her little hand on my cheek. "I miss him too, but remember what you told me mommy? Daddy always comes back. He always comes back because he misses us too." I let more tears fall as she looked at me with those sweet blue eyes. "He comes back because he loves us."
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I sat with my knees tucked into my chest tightly. After Becca calmed down, she asked Bucky to read a story to help her go back to sleep. Instead of staying for story time I left the room. It gives Becca that time with Bucky she so desperately needs. She needs him, sometimes I think more than she needs me. I never viewed it as bad thing though, I knew that Becca loved me. It's just hard when she practically never sees Bucky, who is ultimately her favorite.
I ran a hand through my hair and let out a deep sigh. I need four years of sleep. I threw my legs over the side of the bed and stood from my spot. I shimmed out of my sweatpants and walks over to the hamper of dirty clothes. It doesn't fill as fast anymore. I shook the thought from my head and threw the pair of sweatpants in. I flipped the light on to the walk-in closet and made my way around to find a pair of shorts.
I tensed as I heard the bedroom door slowly shut. And here it comes. I could hear the footsteps making their way towards the closet and it genuinely worried me. What was I supposed to say to him? "She's asleep." I heard him mutter. I couldn't bring myself to look at him though. It's our first ever fight, what was I supposed to say after the harsh words that left my mouth? "Baby, look at me." I felt the tears rush to my eyes as he stepped closer and closer to me. His hands circled around my waist and I felt my walls crumble.
"Sweet girl-" his words cut off when I let out a small sob. "I'm so sorry." I cried leaning against him. I heard a small sigh leave his lips before his head came to rest in the crook of my neck. "No, I'm sorry." It was so comforting to feel the words mumbled into my skin. "I know I'm gone too much. I know I'm not home as much as any of us want. I know it's hard on you and Rebecca." He knows, but he hasn't done anything to change it? Does he not want us anymore?
Almost as if he read my thoughts, the arms around my waist tightened. "I want to be home more, don't ever think I don't want to be here." He spoke, rubbing small circles on my hip. "Then why don't you stay?" I whispered. I felt him tense at the question, telling me that he was hiding something. What could it possibly be?
"Because I have a responsibility-" I let out a weak scoff and looked down at the floor. A responsibility to the team. "Don't do this, baby please don't." He whispered as I began to remove myself from his arms. "I forgot, the responsibility to the team is more important than your family. Sorry I asked you to come home tonight. I should've been more considerate and told you to stay at the compound. At least then you're only a shake away from the quintet to rush-" "Stop!" I tensed as I heard the anger in his voice.
"Why are you being like this tonight? Why is it all of the sudden an issue?" I let out a small laugh and turned to him. His features looked exhausted, hurt, and most of all? Guilty. "It's been a issue for months James! Months! But you're never home for us to have this fight! You're never fucking home anymore!" I could feel the tears building up with my last sentence. I just wanted him be home with his family, why is it so much to ask?
"You're never here anymore and it's killing me. I feel like I've lost my husband, my soulmate. We agreed to be parents the minute we discussed I was pregnant, so why does it feel like I'm a single parent doing all of this on my own?" Bucky put his back against the closet wall, slowly sliding down which each of my words. I could see the stress and tension weighing down his shoulders.
I bent down with him and grab ahold of his hands. "Buck, every time you walk out that door-" I stopped as the words got caught in my throat. I worry you won't come back. I felt the tears filling quickly as I tried to keep myself calm and collected. "I worry that I'm going to lose you." I cried.
He leaned his head back, allowing me to see the tears falling down his cheeks. "It's more than some responsibility, I know it is. So please tell me what's going on, tell me so I can help." I begged. He let out a small sob and squeezed my hands tightly in his. "She'll hate me. She'll find out soon and she'll just hate me, Y/N." Bug. He's worried about Bug finding out about Soldat.
"Those days are so far behind us. Baby, that girl worships the ground you walk on. She will understand that you were doing what you had to do to survive." I whispered. He was crying profusely, the idea of our baby girl despising him for his brainwashed past being overwhelming. "She won't be disgusted by you, just like I wasn't. That part is one of things I love the most about you, you know why?" I asked. Bucky looked at me, his eyes bloodshot from the tears. His lip was wobbly and the hurt was evident on his features.
"Because I know that it wasn't you. I know how hard you fought to be free from those chains. I know that you pushed your hardest to be the man that you are today. The man that cries every time he sees our wedding video. The man that worships every step our daughter takes. The man who dances with me in the kitchen at two am when he gets home, just to feel me in his arms. The man that loves with his whole heart and soul. The man who went from being a tortured soul to being a selfless hero." He closed his eyes tightly as cries left his lips.
"James Buchanan Barnes, you are the strongest, bravest, most selfless man I ever known. You are the love of my life. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me." I said, resting my forehead against his. I felt my heart swell with love as he wrapped his arms around me, making me sit in his lap. He continued to let out cries as he held me close to him. "Don't you ever think your past will make us hate you. You are our baby girl's world." I whispered, placing small kisses along his beautiful facial features.
"I love you so much."
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I let out a slight groan as I felt consciousness making it way through my body. I instinctively reached my hand out to Bucky's side of the bed, only to feel the cold sheets beneath the warmth of my hand. My eyes shot open to find an empty bed. My heart nearly split in half as I realized that he more than likely left early this morning. Yet another week of him being gone. Another week of an empty bed. It's exhausting constantly waking up and being depressed. Especially when you have another human being to take care of while you're trying not to break down and cry.
I flipped the comforter off my body, shivering at the cold air. It's even harder after you spend a night filled with nothing but pure love. Nights where it's nothing but being vulnerable with one another, just for him to be gone again in the morning. I held back the tears in my eyes as I stood from the bed. I walked over and grabbed the first sweater I could find. I threw it on to cover myself up, then threw my hair into a lazy updo. Time to wake up Becca and start our routine.
I opened up the bedroom door, only to hear the sounds of Rebecca laughter. She must be watching tv. I slept in too late for her. I sighed and ran a hand down my face before heading towards the steps. I can’t take this any longer. I once again fought back the tears as I headed down the steps. “Becs, turn the tv off so we can have some break-“ my words stopped as I seen my husband and daughter sitting on the couch together, hand in hand.
“Good morning Mama! There’s breakfast on the stove! Daddy didn’t want to wake you up.” Becca said smiling at me. She was quick to turn her attention back to the tv, Trolls was playing which meant no one mattered right now. I looked at Bucky, tears no longer being able to be held back. “Bug, I got to get up.” Bucky whispered making her nod. I held back the sobs as he walked over to me, his face filled with so much love.
“I’m on leave. Talked to Steve last night after you fell asleep. A mechanic job sounds nice right? Something simple and easy?” I couldn’t help the sobs that left that time. He wasted no time to scoop me up in his arms. “I’m home baby. For good. No more leaving, no more missions. It’s time to be home.” I held the back of his head, making sure he was kept close to me as I cried in his arms. “I love you so much sweets. I’m home.” I smiled as I let out a mix of a sob and a joy filled laugh.
“I love you more baby. I’m so glad that you’re home.”
Warnings: Arguments, divorce mention, Bucky struggles with communication, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex (wrap it), edging, size kink, Daddy kink, fingering, we all know Bucky would be a hoe for his girl in a sundress let’s be real, Married!Bucky, good old fashioned makeup sex
Summary: Bucky and the reader have an argument and she leaves him, Steve convinces Bucky to talk it out with her. Complete smut but they work it out!!
A/N: I imagined this as hate sex with Bucky and turned out a bit softer than I expected, I just live for the thought of hate sex with Beefy Bucky omg. Also can’t believe I’m at over 200 followers now, thank you all so so much!!
Minors, do not interact
“Damn Buck, I still can’t believe you let that one get away.” Steve taunted as Bucky sipped his beer. Both men were sitting in the comfortable wicker garden furniture, drinking together and people watching the other guests at the party. It was your annual neighbourhood barbecue and truthfully, it was the perfect day for it. There was a light breeze but apart from that, it was stiflingly hot outside but that was to be expected in the middle of summer.
“Trust me, if you were married to her, you’d get it.” Bucky sighed, just a little hint of venom in his tone, downing what was left of his beer. Even Bucky had to admit, you were looking stunning. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you, the way that pretty little sundress made you look so modest and pure was killing him. You two had been married for a few years, with things getting rocky in the last few months. Bucky had been cold and distant, pushing you away, not answering your calls, giving you short answers and never turning up for dinner. Eventually things just broke down, despite your marriage councillor’s best efforts to get Bucky to open up. After one particularly bad argument a few weeks ago, you had packed up a bag and left, slamming the door behind you.
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“You don’t fucking try anymore Bucky! I do everything around this house and you don’t even bother to show up for dinner! I don’t know what I did to make you hate me but God, you’re really punishing me for it, aren’t you?” You had spat, finally reaching your breaking point when he hadn’t shown up on time for dinner for the sixth night in a row, leaving you eating alone yet again. “You don’t even touch me anymore, you hardly ever look at me, what did I do wrong?” You yelled, throwing the dishcloth to the ground in frustration. It was horrible not even being acknowledged in your own home, while you still slept in the same bed, you didn’t speak after the lights went out. All the dinners you made with love for Bucky sat in the fridge until you had to throw them out and with no explanation as to what was wrong, it was becoming soul destroying.
“Nothing, leave it.” Bucky had hissed, still not even looking at you.
“For God’s sake Bucky, it’s not ‘nothing’. Talk to me.” You pleaded, running a hand through your hair, at an absolute loss for what to do next. You had this argument weekly for the last few months, with nothing ever changing. It was always the same with Bucky, he just wanted you to drop it and leave him alone.
“Leave it, I mean it.” He insisted firmly, not budging an inch. His huge frame had almost been intimidating as he got up to leave the kitchen, running away from the conversation yet again.
“Bucky I’ve had it. I’m at my wits end. If you leave this kitchen, so help me God, I’m leaving you.” You threatened, tears spilling down your cheeks, both from frustration and the soul destroying pain of seeing the love of your life shut you down, once again. Bucky hadn’t spoke, he just kept walking down the short hall to your living room, slamming the door behind him. Unshed tears spilled quickly and you felt your heart break in your chest. How had things got this bad? Your vision was blurry with tears as you packed a bag, stuffing some clothes into a duffle roughly, with little thought or care as to whether anything matched. You could hear the TV blaring through the living room door as you gave one last glance to the room your husband was in, before turning and heading out the front door and getting in your car.
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“Still think you should’ve just talked to her. She was good for you Buck.” Steve offered, making the dark haired man furrow his brow even more than it was before.
“I spent enough of my life being controlled Steve, I didn’t need some nagging wife trying to control me too.” Bucky snorted with derision. Deep down, he knew he could’ve been more open and honest with you and he knew it would’ve saved both of you from a whole lot of heartache but he was in far too deep to admit his mistake now. The worst part was he knew everything you were doing had come from a place of love. You hadn’t been trying to control him but once he let his head get the better of him, there was no coming back from it.
“From where I’m sitting, it looks like she only ever tried to take care of you. The girl just wanted to make sure you ate properly for God’s sake. I don’t see why you let her leave you.” Steve’s disapproval of the circumstances of your breakup was more than evident. He didn’t even try to hide the fact he thought losing you was the biggest mistake Bucky had ever made. He would’ve been happy to keep his opinions on your separation to himself if it hadn’t been for the fact that he had witnessed first hand how miserable Bucky had been since you split, no matter how hard he tried to pretend he was fine. Bucky didn’t reply and opened another beer instead, pressing the cool rim of the bottle to his lips. His eyes hadn’t left you all evening, watching as you swayed happily with the hem of your sundress flowing around your knees. You had hardly even looked in his direction, truly seeming like you were thriving after your split. The thought of you moving on ate him up inside. He couldn’t help but wonder if you were seeing someone new, it had been almost a couple of months after all, you could’ve found someone else in that time. The thought of anyone else touching you was more than he could bear, making his knuckles of his flesh hand turn white from how hard he gripped the beer bottle.
You had made your way around most of the crowd at the party giving lemonade top ups before you decided you should probably offer some to your ex-lover to save face. The knot in your stomach pointed out exactly how you would rather do literally anything other than go over and make painful small talk with the man you had lost but you still loved with all your heart.
“Lemonade, boys?” You offered with a smile, only letting yourself look at Steve and not at the man who was still technically your husband.
“Yeah y/n, sounds great, doesn’t it Buck?” Steve encouraged, lifting his glass to let you fill it. Bucky only nodded in response, doing everything in his power to not look at your legs trying to stop wondering if someone else was spreading them these days.
“Here ya go Buck.” You smiled curtly, bending at the waist to fill his glass that he hadn’t even bothered to lift off the grass. Bucky drew in a sharp breath at how close you were to him and how your sundress rode up just a little, showing off those gorgeous thighs.
“Thanks.” He huffed when you straightened again, doing his best not to look at the little jiggle of your ass as you walked away, taking lemonade to another little group of neighbours.
“Christ Bucky, that was painful. You need to talk to her. Sort things out.” Steve insisted, noticing the little breath Bucky let out now that you were gone. In truth, he hadn’t even realised he was holding it.
“Yeah.” Bucky huffed out simply, leaving Steve unsure if he actually meant it or not.
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The rest of the party was pretty uneventful, you relaxed on a picnic blanket, chatting to some of the other ladies about the books you were all currently reading before helping with the dishes and clearing up. Almost everyone had went home already when their kids had got tired, drained from running around all afternoon in the summer heat. You had spent the best part of the last hour stretched out on the picnic blanket alone, just enjoying the light evening breeze, reading one of the books your neighbour had let you borrow.
“Buck if you don’t go talk to her, I will.” Steve threatened, noticing how Bucky was staring at you yet again.
“You wouldn’t.” The dark haired man hissed, eyes never leaving you. It killed him to admit how lost he was without you but the fear of you rejecting him, confirming his suspicion that you were doing just fine without him was more than he could handle.
“Try me.” Steve replied curtly, watching as his friend’s expression became even more annoyed. Bucky’s jaw was tense as he pulled himself up from the wicker chair, crossing the short distance to where you sat on the blanket.
“Can we talk?” Bucky asked as calmly as he could, his huge frame blocking the sunlight.
“I don’t know? Can we?” You replied, being as short with him as possible, stomach flipping with nerves at having to make awkward conversation for the first time in weeks.
“Maybe somewhere more private? Back home?” He suggested, ignoring how difficult you were trying to be. He knew you had every right to make this worse on him, it was his own fault after all.
“Fine.” You huffed, closing the book and standing up, dusting down the little skirt of your dress. Bucky led the way back to your house, only a few doors up from the little park that you had just spent the afternoon in. God you wished your heart could slow down, praying that he wasn’t just taking you back home to sign the divorce papers. You both walked in silence, Bucky unlocked the door and held it open for you, letting you walk inside and then closing it behind him. The house seemed exactly as it had when you left it and you were thankful for that at least.
“How’ve you been?” He asked softly, getting both of you a beer from the fridge, popping the cap off with his metal thumb. That had always been his favourite party trick. You took the bottle from him gratefully, settling into a chair at your kitchen island before taking a sip.
“Been busy.” You offered quietly. You knew you couldn’t say you were good, Bucky would’ve seen right through the lie. He just nodded, taking a sip from his own bottle.
“Missed you.” Bucky admitted, looking anywhere but your face. You didn’t say anything in response, just taking another sip from your bottle. There was so much you could’ve said, you missed him too, he could’ve called, things didn’t have to be like this but instead you kept your lips pressed tightly shut.
“You look good. Happy.” Bucky had barely whispered the last word, making you question whether he had even said it at all.
“And are you? Happy? Enjoying life as a single man?” You asked, giving him a little smile, heart breaking into a million pieces and just praying your eyes didn’t show it.
“No doll, I’m not. Miss having you around.” He seemed so much smaller, leaning against the other side of the kitchen island, beer resting on the dark granite countertop. “Miss waking up beside you, miss kissing you goodbye when you go off to work, miss your cooking.” He continued, finally daring to look you in the eye. The lump in your throat felt like it might consume you, tears welling in your eyes.
“You haven’t done any of that in months Buck. Even before we separated.” You pointed out.
“You with someone else now?” He asked, voice more than a little broken.
“No Buck, there’s no one else.” You reassured him, noticing how he stood up a little straighter. “Never wanted anyone but you. Thought you knew that.” His eyes seemed to light up at your little admission. He still had a chance. He could still win you back and spend the rest of his life making up for the fact he had been so damn stupid. Before he knew what he was doing, he had rounded the island and captured your lips in a searing kiss, hands clinging desperately to your hair. His huge thumbs caressed your cheeks and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. God you had missed this, the passion and need that came with loving Bucky Barnes. His mouth was hungry on yours, making up for months of longing all at once. He clung to you desperately, his mouth moving against yours like a man starved. You couldn’t help but melt into his touch, his huge frame warm and comforting and familiar against your own, making you feel tiny.
“Missed you. So much.” He panted between needy kisses, not even taking the time to pull his lips from yours as he uttered the words.
“Missed. You. Too.” You managed to mumble back, tugging on his belt loops to pull him impossibly closer. Before you knew it, Bucky had lifted you up, gripping your ass with his flesh hand before placing you gently on the kitchen island, his lips never leaving yours as he did so.
“ ‘m so sorry doll, for everything.” He whispered, his bright blue eyes showing just how sincere he was, slotting comfortably between your thighs.
“Make it up to me, Barnes.” You whispered with a little smirk, crashing your lips against his again, needing this just as much as he did. A low growl was ripped from his throat at how fiercely your tongue slid over his, the need to feel you again almost consuming him. His hands slipped under the skirt of your little sundress, grasping the soft skin of your thighs firmly, the metal one feeling cooler against your skin than the other.
“Shit baby doll, you’re absolutely dripping.” He hissed, snaking his flesh hand to the apex of your thighs, finding them slick already, your underwear had been soaked through long ago. You could only moan in response, holding the back of his neck, lips parted, as his finger tips ghosted over the soaked lace. “Look so pretty like this doll, so ready for me and I haven’t even touched you yet.” His fingers barely teasing the thin material.
“You’re not in any position to tease Bucky.” You hummed, voice barely above a whisper. Looking dead in his eyes, you could see how badly he needed this, how he was thriving off the little moans and sighs he pulled from your lips.
“You’re right toots, bet you’ve missed these fingers. No one makes you cum like I do, not even yourself, isn’t that right? Bet even when you touched yourself it didn’t feel as good as when I do it. Your fingers just don’t make you feel as full as mine do.” You hated how every last one of his words had been right. He could play your body like a violin, knowing exactly how to coax orgasm after orgasm from you when he wanted to, leaving you with shaking legs and that fucked out look in your eyes that he loved so much. He pulled your underwear aside painfully slowly, trailing just one finger from your clit to your needy hole, before swiping back up again. His touch was still featherlight, only teasing but it was enough to drive you wild. Ever so slowly, he dragged his finger down your pussy once more, slipping it in you up to the first knuckle, connecting his plump lips with your neck at the same time. The light dusting of his beard scratching against your neck as he sucked you brutally, finger sliding deeper was almost too much. After each dark hickey he sucked, he made sure to soothe the tender skin with his tongue, pulling moans from you that were nothing short of obscene.
“Need everyone to know you’re mine. My wife.” He half groaned against your skin, admiring the dark bruises forming. He couldn’t help but love how you rutted against his finger desperately, needing more of him.
“Bucky please.” You pleaded, looking at him with that soft expression that made his heart melt.
“What do you need baby doll?” Bucky cooed, holding your face with his metal hand, curling his flesh fingers inside you until he hit that sweet spot you couldn’t reach on your own. He was truly obsessed with how your face warped into the perfect vision of pleasure, mouth falling open, eyes squeezing shut as he tore a groan from your bruised throat.
“Need more.” You managed to huff out, keeping your eyes closed, grinding helplessly against his hand. The sight of your plump, wet lips, parted ever so slightly as you rode his hand could almost have made him cum then and there.
“Anything for you toots.” He smiled, plunging a second finger into you, groaning at the stretch of your walls as you accommodated him. “Even tighter than I remember baby doll.” He praised. You could only whimper as his fingers flexed and curled within you, the wet sounds coming from your pussy were nothing short of obscene but that only fuelled him, making him work your body faster. “You’re so close toots, you wanna cum for me? You gonna be a good girl and cum on my fingers?” He coaxed, bringing his metal hand down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts. You nodded weakly, letting him work your body in the way only he knew. “Who owns this little pussy?” He asked, feeling you reach your peak but stilling his fingers before you had a chance to fall over the edge, letting the sharp edge of you impending orgasm fade.
“You do Bucky! My pussy is yours!” You gasped, willing to do anything if it meant he would just let you cum.
“Damn right it is.” He growled lowly, lips finding his way back to your throat as he let his fingers continue bringing you blinding pleasure. It didn’t take long for him to send you spiralling into the most intense orgasm, your body tightening, clenching and gushing around his fingers. You practically screamed his name as you rode out your high, grasping his wrist and clamping your trembling thighs shut around his hands as he continued, tearing every last wave of pleasure from your body. “Fucking delicious baby doll.” He groaned, sucking the evidence of your orgasm from his fingers. You huffed out a little laugh, running a hand through your hair to steady yourself, leaning back on your other arm for support. “You’re like a fuckin’ wet dream sitting there, you know that?” He smiled, taking in the sight of his wife in her pretty little sundress, panties pushed to the side and thighs slick with arousal. “Hair all messy, lipstick ruined, pretty little pussy on display to the world.” His words sent a shiver down your spine, sparks of need shooting through your body. “Can’t believe how stupid I was to let you leave.” His tone got a little more serious, blue eyes full of regret.
“Hey, I’m back now. No harm done.” You soothed, opening your arms so he could slot himself between your thighs and hug you close. The scent of his familiar cologne was all you needed, little kisses peppered against your shoulder as Bucky buried his face in the crook of your neck. “Now take me to bed and fuck me like our marriage depends on it.” You laughed quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.
“No pressure then.” He chuckled, scooping you off the counter and carrying you gracelessly to the bedroom, both of you laughing together as he did so. “You know, half of me wants you to keep that pretty little dress on.” He smiled, setting you down on the bed gently, layering his body of top of yours so he could press needy kisses to your lips.
“Oh yeah? And what does the other half of you want?” You teased, fingertips digging into his firm back.
“To rip it off you.” He replied simply, fingers playing with the hem of the skirt. “Gently though, want to make sure it stays in one piece. Looks so damn good on you, gotta show you off some more.”
“Make up your mind Barnes, you can’t have both.” You laughed, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans, pushing them down his legs.
“Take it off.” He decided, pushing his jeans the rest of the way down before pulling his shirt over his head. He watched hungrily as you rose to your knees on the bed, pulling the dress up over your head before letting it fall to the floor. “No bra? God, you really are a wet dream.” Bucky all but groaned, joining you on the bed, his lips sliding against your own as he pulled your underwear down your legs. You placed both hands on his firm chest, pushing him back onto the plush pillows, slotting one leg either side of him, leaving you straddling his waist. You couldn’t help but rut against him through his boxers. He felt absolutely huge, so long and thick, nestling perfectly between your folds. Little whines escaped your mouth as you lost yourself in pleasure, not even needing him inside you for him to make you feel incredible.
“Soaking me toots, you know that?” He growled in your ear and you gripped the headboard for leverage, practically humping his clothed cock. “Making such a fucking mess, little slut, you like soaking daddy’s cock like that? Like feeling how hard I get for you? Don’t you want more baby? Or is just Rockin’ against my cock like that enough to make you cum?” His hands gripped your thighs tight, helping you to slick him up.
“Need to fuck you.” You gasped out, finally pulling his boxers off and positioning yourself above him once more, sinking down onto his cock slowly. The stretch was almost unbearable, your eagerness to have him inside you conflicting with the pain of your walls fighting to accommodate him.
“Too big for you baby doll? Been too long since you took daddy’s cock, hmm? Promise you won’t ever have to go without it again. Daddy’s gonna take good care of you, promise.” His filthy growls only made you sink down onto him faster, despite the pain until he was fully seated inside you. “You wanna fuck daddy princess? Wanna see you use me. Use me to make yourself cum. Don’t worry your pretty little head about me, just want you to cum as hard as you can, you got it baby doll?” He asked softly, cradling your face in his metal hand as you began to rut back and forth, loving how his cock hit the deepest spots inside you.
“You feel so good, so big Bucky, you’re so big.” You sobbed out, feeling the head of his cock nudge that sweet spot deep inside you. Bucky thrust up into you harshly, making you yelp.
“Think you mean daddy, toots?” He teased, thumb placed on your chin to make you look down at him. He looked absolutely perfect underneath you, hair messy, wet tongue poking out to soothe the lips that you had assaulted earlier. His hand went back to your thighs, helping you grind messily on his cock.
“Need more daddy please. Need you to -ah- need to cum.” Your whines were practically cries at this point as Bucky slid two flesh fingers between your bodies, nudging perfectly against your clit.
“That’s it, good girl, get nice and full and fuck yourself against daddy’s fingers. Look so good like this for me angel, so so pretty. Stuffed full of cock and rutting on my fingers like a needy little slut. Such a pretty girl.” He praised, making you speed up. His fingers nudged your clit just right, making you mewl. Bucky began to press his fingers against your clit just that little bit harder, sending you reeling into your second orgasm of the night. Before you could even come down from your high, Bucky had flipped you, laying you on your back with him on top of you, fucking you roughly through the aftershocks. You were practically screaming for him as he thrust into you, making sure you felt every last inch of his cock. You were so overstimulated it almost hurt as Bucky fucked months worth of need into your body.
“Love you doll.” He whispered, not slowing down at all before sliding his tongue over yours, all passion and longing and need.
“Jesus, Buck, cum for me, please Bucky.” You whimpered, grasping at his back and shoulders, fingernails digging into his flesh.
“This pussy is mine.” He growled lowly, hips stuttering as he came with a long, drawn out groan, filling you completely. Cum dripped out of you before he could even pull out, marking you completely and utterly as his. After a few minutes, he flopped onto the bed beside you, pulling you close and kissing your forehead, despite the thin sheen of sweat.
“Shit, if the makeup sex is that good, we should argue more often.” You laughed lightly, still feeling like you hadn’t quite come back down to earth yet. He chuckled lovingly, stroking your hair.
“I don’t know doll, wasn’t nice being without you. Don’t think I’ll be rushing to argue like that again.” He admitted, stroking your bare back tenderly with his metal fingers, noticing your heart rate return to somewhere closer to normal.
“I guess you’re right, missed having you around.” You smiled quietly, pulling him into a gentle kiss.
Pairing: Dad!Bucky Barnes x Mom!Blackreader and their little girl
Words: 730
Part 1 - Part 3 - Part 4
“Where are you, little punk,” she whispered annoyed.
She has looked in every room in the house and she still couldn’t find her daughter. Last time she saw her baby girl, she was in the living room, on her rug, playing with some toys by the couch. So why were there lonely toys still next to the couch, but no baby.
She groaned as her knees cracked. She really had to go. Her mom wouldn’t accept that she came without her granddaughter. It was now sina qua none for any meeting with each other or she could “stay away, because I spend most of my life educating you and now I want to have fun with my granddaughter.”
She sighed and almost gave up. She was sweating and her braids were pulling tightly on her scalp. Her headache was now becoming a full migraine.
She walked toward the little guest room next to the living room. It was supposed to be an office, but they ended up building a small nest. Stern chairs turned into sofas with plushies, expensive vases were replaced by boxes filled by toys and everything sharp was now baby-proofed. The room was now basically their daughter’s playground. She could only crawl now, but once she’d be able to walk, they’d have to change the entire setting.
She cracked open the door and caught the sight of her husband sleeping on the sofa. Silently. Compared to her, Bucky was a light sleeper who barely moved nor made any sounds. She on the contrary was loud and invasive. All the bed belonged to her. Included Bucky. He’d be constricted in her arms or legs for the entire night and never let got or push her away. A good husband. That’s why she had planned to take their daughter away for the afternoon. He had just come back from a month-long mission and looked ragged. She had prepared him a good bath, cooked his favorite meal and changed his bandages to help him relax and recover.
It’s not that she didn’t want their daughter to see their dad, but she’s been pulling his eyelids open to wake him up and would force him to stay awake. She had talked to their kid and explained why it was important to let Bucky alone. But no, baby girl wanted her dad to play with her and she’d do whatever it took.
She shook her head amused. Their daughter was as stubborn as they both were. So, it was not surprising.
She was ready to go back to her research when she saw a little form ascending her dad’s body.
“What are you doing?” she hissed.
Her daughter stilled and looked back. The sudden move made her wobble and she watched with unconcealed fear as her daughter almost fell from the couch. She fortunately got the reflex of her dad because she steadied herself by laying on his chest.
She tiptoed in the room moving as quietly as possible. Even though she knew that Bucky could potentially sense her presence. It was a chance he wasn’t awake by now. This mission must have been more taxing than she thought.
She tried to grab her daughter who whined miserably.
“Just a kiss and we go. Daddy is exhausted. He, contrary to you, loves his naps.”
Her daughter gurgled happily, showing her wet gums. She crawled and leaned forward to kiss her dad, then she stared at him. As a mom she easily recognized the look on her baby face, before her daughter could drool all over his face and gnawed his nose, she snatched her daughter who yipped loudly.
Shocked by the sudden move, the small body in her arms didn’t try to fight back. She pressed her small head on her neck and rushed out of the room.
Bucky, who’s been awake the entire time, let out a silent laugh. He had been the one opening the door when his daughter knocked against it. Rather impatient. And he had also been the one snuggling with her before his wife came in.
He could have easily pretended not to listen to their girl spoiled whines from outside the room and dive deeper into his sleep. But his dad’s heart was breaking every time she seemed sad or tired. To his demise, their daughter was a carbon copy of her mom, and since Bucky was more than smitten with his wife, he could definitely not say no to his daughter.
He pressed a plushie closer to his nose smelling both his wife’s perfume and his daughter baby scent.
Finally, he gave up his fight against his sleep and let go.
Was thinking about this earlier but not sure where to go with this. So like a decent amount of fanfics have reader and Bucky get married, but what do they do about Bucky’s wedding ring? Do they put a ring on the metal hand, does Shuri make a new one that has an accent that looks like a ring, do Bucky and reader put them on their right hand instead, does reader get a tattoo to represent the ring? I know it seems like a silly detail but I just thought about this. What do you think would happen?
this question is everythinggggg
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It doesn’t come up right away.
The engagement happens in that gentle, almost shy way Bucky does everything important—kneeling a little awkwardly, hands shaking, eyes glassy because he’s terrified you’ll say no even though he already knows you won’t. You say yes, you’re crying, he’s crying, and for a while that’s all that matters.
But weeks later—when the wedding planning starts to feel real, when rings become a conversation instead of an abstract idea—Bucky gets quiet.
You notice it when you’re lying in bed together, legs tangled, scrolling through ring designs. You mention bands, metals, engraving ideas. You ask him what he wants.
And he freezes.
Not because he doesn’t want to marry you—but because suddenly, painfully, he remembers that his hands aren’t the same.
He flexes his vibranium fingers slowly, staring at the ceiling. The left hand. The one that isn’t flesh. The one that’s saved lives and taken them. The one he still sometimes doesn’t feel like belongs to him.
“People usually wear it here,” he says, lifting his metal hand slightly. “Left hand. Ring finger.”
There’s no bitterness in his voice. Just uncertainty.
And that’s when you realize he’s been carrying this question alone.
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The first idea comes from Shuri, of course—brilliant, practical, endlessly creative. She examines his arm like it’s a puzzle she’s delighted to solve.
“I could integrate a band,” she says casually. “Not removable. Flush with the plating. Decorative but symbolic. It could even change finish to match yours.”
Bucky hums, thoughtful. The idea of a ring built into his arm—something permanent, impossible to lose—appeals to the soldier in him.
But later, when it’s just the two of you, he admits it feels… heavy.
“Feels like it’d be part of the arm,” he says quietly. “Not something I choose every day.”
That matters to him. Choice. Agency. The ability to take something off and put it back on—not because he wants to leave, but because he can.
So maybe not that.
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The right-hand idea comes next.
You joke about it at first—how some cultures do it, how rules are flexible, how you could start a trend. He likes that. Likes the idea of doing things your own way.
He tries a ring on his right hand once, just to see how it feels. It fits. It’s comfortable. Normal.
But when he looks at it, his smile falters.
“I don’t want it to feel like I’m… compensating,” he admits. “Like I’m working around something instead of honoring it.”
That’s the thing about Bucky—he doesn’t want his past erased, but he doesn’t want it to dictate everything either.
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The tattoo idea is yours.
You bring it up one night while tracing lazy patterns along his forearm, fingers brushing metal and skin alike.
“What if,” you say softly, “we got something together? Doesn’t have to be obvious. Doesn’t even have to be on your hand.”
He’s quiet for a long time.
Bucky understands permanence. Tattoos mean something different to him than they do to most people. He’s worn marks he didn’t choose. Symbols burned into his life without consent.
But this?
This would be chosen. Shared.
Still, he hesitates. Not because he doesn’t want it—because he wants it too much, and that scares him.
“I don’t ever want to look at it and think I failed you,” he whispers.
You kiss his knuckles and tell him he’s already won just by choosing love.
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So what actually happens?
It’s simple.
On your wedding day, you stand across from him with shaking hands and full hearts. When it’s time for the rings, you slide yours onto his flesh hand—the one that still feels warmth, still feels your pulse when you hold him. The one he reaches for you with in his sleep.
There’s something grounding about that. Something human.
But later—after the ceremony, after the dancing, after the world fades down to just the two of you—he does something quietly monumental.
He takes the ring off.
Not because it doesn’t matter.
But because he wants to do this right.
Weeks later, Shuri helps him modify the vibranium plating—not a permanent band, not an integrated symbol—but a groove. Subtle. Elegant. Purpose-built.
A place where his ring can sit.
A place he chooses.
So some days, he wears it on his flesh hand. Some days, on the metal one. Sometimes he switches without thinking. Sometimes he presses his thumb over it like a grounding touch when he needs reminding that he’s safe. That he’s loved. That he belongs.
And you?
You get a small tattoo on your ring finger—not a band, not a name, just a tiny symbol the two of you understand. Something that means chosen. Something that means still here.
Because that’s what your marriage looks like.
Not perfect symmetry.
Not tradition for tradition’s sake.
But two people adapting, honoring every version of each other, and deciding—over and over again—to stay.
If you’re not busy, I have a request! This is based off a movie scene somewhere I think??? Anyways. Basically, reader is being annoying and says out loud “I’m bored.” John is like: “Bucky please shut her up,” and Bucky is at first like???? How dare you??? But eventually he’s fed up with it too and tries to convince reader to be quiet, but she ain’t having it ands like “no both of you stfu” and then buckys like “cmon doll ill have sex with you” and reader’s like “okay” and then you write a beautiful smut scene where reader is completely blissed out cuz you’re awesome n then an hour later Bucky returns reader to the couch and she’s passed tf out and he’s like “there i fixed it” and john is like “THAT IS FUCKING DISGUSTING.” oh and reader n Bucky are married!!! I totally get if you don’t have time/don’t want to write this, you write whatever you want to write. Have a great day!!
I love everything about this.
Warnings: explicit sexual content (oral f. receiving, soft dominance, dirty talk), language, crack humor, post-sex bliss
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“I’m so bored,” you whine for the third time, rolling your head dramatically onto Bucky’s thigh.
He keeps reading—barely. “Uh huh.”
“I might perish.”
“Tragic.”
John sighs loudly from across the room. “Bucky. Please. Do something. Shut her up.”
Bucky looks up, insulted. “Excuse me?”
“She’s been flopping around like a dying fish for twenty minutes,” John mutters, rubbing his temples. “You’re married. Handle it.”
You scoff. “Wow.”
Bucky raises a brow. “She’s not a problem, jackass. She’s just—”
“Just what?” you ask sweetly. “Craving your attention?”
“You have it.”
“Not the kind I want.”
John groans. “Kill me.”
Bucky sighs, tossing his folder aside. He leans down over you, eyes darkening as his fingers trail up your thigh.
“If you wanted attention that bad, baby, all you had to do was ask,” he murmurs, voice low and rough. “I’d have bent you over this couch and fucked the brat right outta you.”
John nearly chokes on his energy drink. “OH MY GOD.”
Your grin is wicked. “Okay then. What’s stopping you?”
Bucky’s eyes flick to John. “Him.”
“Don’t mind me,” John mutters, covering his face. “I’ll just be traumatized in silence.”
The second the bedroom door clicks shut, Bucky has you pinned to it.
"You want attention?" he growls, dragging his mouth along your jaw. "Now you're gonna get it."
His hand snakes between your thighs, rubbing slow, lazy circles through your panties until you're gasping into his mouth. He drops to his knees like he’s been waiting all damn day and yanks them down with one hand, the other spreading your thighs open.
"Don’t move," he orders, licking up the length of your pussy like it’s dessert. “Gonna keep you right here ‘til you forget what the word bored even means.”
You moan his name, legs trembling as his tongue flicks and curls, building you up mercilessly slow. He grips your ass, pulling you forward to grind against his face, and you cry out, lost in it.
He doesn’t stop until you’re cumming so hard you forget your own damn name.
Then he’s lifting you, throwing you onto the bed like you weigh nothing.
"Hands up," he commands, and you obey without thinking, writhing as he kisses a path up your body and lines himself up.
“You’re such a fucking menace,” he mutters as he thrusts in deep, "but you’re mine."
Your back arches. He sets a rhythm that’s deep and thorough, fucking you slow but hard enough to make your breath catch every time he bottoms out.
“You wanted attention?” he pants against your throat. “Take it. Take every fucking inch.”
And you do—eyes rolling back, legs shaking, nails digging into his shoulders as he wrecks you just the way you wanted.
An hour later, he emerges from the hallway, shirtless, hair tousled, carrying your blissed-out, completely limp body like a baby koala.
He lays you gently on the couch, wraps you in a throw blanket, kisses your forehead, then turns to John.
“There,” he says simply. “I fixed it.”
John stares at your boneless form, one of your legs twitching in sleep.
“That is fucking disgusting,” John says flatly.
Bucky shrugs, grabbing his folder again. “Still worked.”
“I need bleach for my brain.”
“You’re welcome.”
And from the couch, you mumble one last sleepy sigh of victory: “Not bored anymore.”
I promise I’ll be done requesting things soon 😭😭😭 but man you just have a way with words. Okay??? Talent. Pure talent.
anyhow, today we need to see Bucky and a reader who never sleeps. I mean never. And after a particularly hard, brutal, gut-wrenching mission, she falls asleep on his chest. For the first time in months (despite sleeping in the same bed bc. Married!bucky might be the reason I haven’t died yet) reader is actually fully unconscious. Sadly, it happened on the couch, not the bed. So now we get an hourly play-by-play of the seventeen hours Bucky has to keep the other members of the team from waking you up. John nearly ruins it by making a grilled cheese and setting it on fire. Ava just.. stares. Yelena laughs. John laughs too. Bucky nearly murders them all.
and when reader finally wakes up? The cutest, sleepy conversation buckys ever gotten. Full mumbling. “Whys the light there, Buck?” “Because it’s daytime, doll.” “Turn it off.” All the thunderbolts are shocked because reader doesn’t usually grin like she’s high, but alas.
I totally get if you can’t do this!!! Just a thought!! Have a wonderful day and I hope that when you do your laundry you can always find both socks.
:D
First of all: never stop requesting things 😭😭😭 This was an actual delight to write.
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They’d been home three minutes. Maybe four.
Bucky hadn’t even shrugged off his jacket yet—still stained with smoke and dust and a little blood that wasn’t his—when you collapsed onto the couch with a quiet, “I’m fine. Just need a second.”
And then you didn’t move.
Not in the usual “I’m staring into the void” way you did after missions. Not in the tight, coiled, on-edge tension you always carried. You were… still. Breathing soft. Heavy. And your face—god, your face was peaceful. Soft mouth, furrowless brow. The faintest crease from where it pressed against his chest.
You were asleep.
You never slept.
Bucky didn’t move for the first fifteen minutes, afraid even the rise of his chest might jostle you awake. But after twenty, then thirty… then an hour… he realized.
You were out. Dead asleep. For the first time in months.
And there was no way in hell he was going to let anyone mess that up.
Hour 2
Ava walked in, paused mid-step, and tilted her head at you like you were some rare animal on display.
“She breathing?”
Bucky gave her a slow, measured look. “Yes.”
“You look like you’re in pain.”
“I am.”
“Why?”
“Because if you wake her up, I’ll have to commit a felony.”
She blinked. “Noted.”
Then she sat down on the arm of the couch and just stared. For twenty-six minutes.
Hour 4
Yelena tiptoed in and promptly burst into quiet giggles.
“I can’t believe she’s actually asleep on you,” she whispered.
“Yeah. Me either.” Bucky didn’t even try to hide the awe in his voice.
Yelena leaned in to inspect your face. “She looks stoned.”
“She’s not.”
“She looks it.”
“She’s just happy,” Bucky said softly, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “Finally.”
Yelena left—but not before taking a picture. “For science,” she winked.
Hour 6
John Walker tried to make a grilled cheese.
Keyword: tried.
The smoke alarm went off approximately 5.6 seconds after he turned the burner on high and then walked away. Smoke filled the kitchen. Bucky launched off the couch, gently shifting your weight and sprinting to rip the battery out of the alarm.
You stirred. Your brow crinkled.
Bucky swore under his breath.
John appeared in the hallway, holding a slightly charred triangle of cheese-death. “My bad.”
“She was asleep for six hours,” Bucky growled. “Six. Hours. Do you know what kind of miracle that is?”
“I was hungry—”
“She hasn’t slept more than forty-five minutes in weeks.”
“She—wait, she’s asleep?”
Bucky pointed at you, now curled in the blanket Ava had draped over you while he’d been smoke-alarm-wrangling. “You ruined grilled cheese. I will ruin your life.”
John backed away slowly.
Hour 10
You snored. Lightly. Once.
Bucky almost wept.
Hour 13
He hadn’t moved from the couch. At some point, someone had brought him a water bottle and a protein bar like he was a zoo exhibit.
Yelena came back with her laptop and set up across the room.
Ava walked in again, stared for a bit, and whispered, “Do you think she’s dreaming?”
John walked in and whispered, “Do you think I can still make another sandwich?”
Bucky stood.
They left.
Hour 17
You stirred.
Not a full-body jolt. Not a nightmare. Just… the tiniest of shifts.
Your head rolled slightly against Bucky’s chest, lips parted with a soft exhale, and then—
“Whys the light there, Buck?”
His heart swelled so hard he almost choked on it.
He leaned down, brushing his nose against your hair. “Because it’s daytime, doll.”
You grunted. “Turn it off.”
“I can’t turn off the sun, sweetheart.”
“Hmph.”
Your hand found his shirt, fisted in it weakly. You snuggled closer.
A few beats passed. Your voice was so faint it was almost inaudible.
“I missed you.”
“I’m right here,” he whispered. “You’re safe.”
“Mmm. Couch’s dumb.”
“I agree.”
“Take me to bed.”
He stood gently, scooping you up with practiced ease. You curled into his arms like you’d never known tension. Your legs dangled sleep-heavy, arms looped around his neck.
“You smell like mission,” you mumbled into his collar.
“You smell like drool.”
“Rude.”
He laughed softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Let’s get you cleaned up, huh?”
Later
As he eased you under the covers, fresh shirt swapped in, you blinked up at him with bleary eyes.
“That was… a good one,” you whispered.
“A good sleep?”
You nodded. “Best one I’ve had since…” You didn’t finish the sentence. Just smiled. “Thanks for making it quiet.”
“You earned every second.”
Outside the bedroom, a pan clattered to the floor.
Your eyes narrowed.
Bucky kissed your temple. “Want me to kill them?”
“No,” you yawned. “But maybe ban John from cheese.”
“Done.”
You smiled again—drunk with sleep, flushed and happy in a way he hadn’t seen in ages.
He stared at you, awe-struck.
“I love you, Buck.”
“I love you too, doll.”
Then, with one last little murmur—something that sounded vaguely like “sun’s dumb too”—you curled into his chest again and fell back asleep.
hi love 💕 could you write a bucky x reader smut with ab riding please... and it drives bucky crazy, maybe the reader wears his dog tags as well? x
Yes yes yes, I can absolutely do all of that!! This one was heavily influenced by a conversation I had with @justatirednightowl (Ellie is amazing and she’s just posted her first fic so you should absolutely give it some love because her brain is just 👌🏻 and her writing is incredible!! 💗 )
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word count: 2.6K
Summary: Bucky notices you wore his dog tags to the gym
Warnings: Smut, ab riding, oral sex (m receiving), body worship, cum play, mention of public arousal, teasing, no actual penetration, married!bucky, gym setting, exercise mention, degradation, praise kink
Minors, do not interact
If there was one thing Bucky Barnes lost his damn mind over, it was the sight of his wife wearing his dog tags. He couldn’t explain it, the effect it had on him hardly even made sense but every single time he saw you in them, he struggled to keep his hands to himself. There was just something about it, seeing you wear something so distinctly his, something that claimed you subtly and completely, other than your wedding ring, that made blood rush to his head and his hands wander all over any slip of your exposed skin he could reach.
Unfortunately for him though, he hadn’t noticed you were wearing them before you both left for the gym, given how they were tucked neatly under your warmup jacket but now you had worked up a bit of a sweat on the treadmill, your outer layer had been discarded and the tags were in full view. It was the way they clinked with every step you took that drew Bucky’s attention away from the weights he was loading on the bar, his warmup set already completed. You didn’t even need to see him to know his eyes would’ve went wide, watching not only the little jiggle of your ass as you ran but the way the tags bounced against your little sports bra, falling perfectly between your breasts. He knew he had to stop thinking about it. He was half hard already but the gym was completely empty so he decided he would get on with his chest and ab workout before getting you home.
You knew he loved seeing you in those tags. You could practically feel his eyes burning holes in you after you turned the treadmill down to a lower speed, more of a comfortable walk so you could catch your breath before moving onto leg training. You didn’t dare look over at him though. You knew if you did, it was Game Over. He would lose all his composure and you would be heading home within seconds. It was only a short walk from the gym to your place but building the tension a little while longer only added to the fun after all.
So you both continued, feigning being oblivious, Bucky watching your every move, you doing your best to act like you hadn’t noticed. But God, it took everything in Bucky to focus on his own chest presses while you were doing squats. The little groans that slipped from you as you forced your body to lift a significant weight, coupled with how incredible your ass looked as you did so had him almost shaking with need. Not to mention the fucking tags, clinking softly in the background. You were driving him wild. He needed to distract himself or there would be no chance of you making it to the end of your session, his dick already swelling nicely in his workout shorts as he watched you. Finishing his set of shoulder presses, Bucky got up, determined to at least get in a few sets of ab exercises before he lost it completely. And where was the harm in riling you up a little too?
He knew how much you loved his abs, not that you ever said it out loud. He could just tell by the way you stared, particularly when he came home hot and sweaty after an early morning run. Not to mention the way you practically worshipped them during sex. He really did push himself when it came to ab training, solely because of how much you loved them and God did you make it all worth it when he got to see the look on your face as you pulled his shirt off, pushing him down onto the bed to take your sweet time pressing open mouthed kisses to the waves of muscle.
Now that he had a plan, Bucky’s mind was made up. His headphones went on, he didn’t want any distractions as he started his usual ab workout, adding in a few extra reps when he felt he could manage it, aiming for the most intense ab pump of his life. His grunts were practically pornographic as he trained, working almost every set until failure. This was a dangerous game to be playing with you and you both knew it but he kept his shirt on, intent on working hard and absolutely ruining you when you got home.
The time passed quite quickly after that, both of you doing your best not to be distracted by the other and before you knew it, you were both packing up your things and heading home.
“Good session?” Bucky asked nonchalantly, lifting both your bags in his metal arm.
“Yeah, I think I got a good booty pump, what do you think?” You asked sweetly, turning around to show him your ass, noticing how he almost crumbled.
“Stop it Princess, you knew exactly what you were doing today. Those fuckin’ tags and leg day? You’re askin’ to be fuckin’ ruined, aren’t you?.” His voice came out barely louder than a growl, sending heat straight to your core.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” You replied quietly until he lifted the tags that were resting neatly against your chest, using them to pull you close into a searing kiss. It was pure need, his mouth hot and heavy on yours, his metal hand dropping your gym bags before tangling messily in your hair. It was the type of kiss that made your knees weak. Both of your bodies were already flooded with endorphins from your workout so Bucky’s mouth had you practically buzzing with excitement.
“Home. Now.” You demanded, pulling back but loving how he kept his hand tangled in your hair.
“Oh honey, you’re in no position to be calling the shots.” His laugh was deep as he swooped down and lifted your bags effortlessly, somewhat glad he had managed to unravel your composure like you had unravelled his earlier. The short walk home was silent but almost the second you were through the door, the bags were dropped and Bucky’s lips were on you once more. This kiss was dizzying, his hand returning to your hair, your hands sneaking greedily under his workout top to feel his tense abs, a thin sheen of sweat still covering them.
“You like my abs toots?” He gloated softly, letting your hands roam, your fingers digging in to the firm muscle, his cock hardening between your bodies. You could only nod, trying to hide your blushing cheeks. It wasn’t something you had talked about openly before so hearing he had picked up on your fondness regardless was borderline embarrassing.
“Wanna try something’ a little different honey? Think you’ll like it.” His grin was confident and so damn sexy. Your guard had completely dropped, a little squeal escaping you as he scooped you up in his huge arms, carrying you to the bedroom. You both shed your clothes quickly, between groans and flushed kisses. You were still so hot and sweaty from your workout that his cool metal arm felt like a blessing pressed against your burning skin. Bucky looked fucking magnificent underneath you. His huge body splayed out on the bed, wearing nothing but a confident smile and a wedding ring. His cock was heavy and thick, a little bead of precum connecting his tip to where it rested on his tummy but as you went to reach for it, Bucky pulled you up by the dog tags to continue kissing him, leaving his cock neglected for a little while longer. Coincidentally, the tags were the only clothing you had left on and Bucky was going wild for it. His huge hands landed on your hips, pressing you down so your bare, aching core was pressed to his torso.
“God you’re so fuckin’ wet for me already, aren’t cha baby? This pretty little pussy is soakin’ me so nicely. Want cha to just rock right there angel, okay? Jus’ rub that pretty little pussy on me. Want ya to make a nice big mess right here. Can ya do that for me toots?” His voice was so quiet but laced with need, his pupils were blown out with lust, taking in the fact you looked completely fucked out on top of him and you had hardly even been touched yet. Slowly you started to grind your hips over the firm muscle underneath you, your pussy slicking your husband’s skin up nicely.
“Oh fuck… Jesus Bucky that feels so good.” You whined, eyes closed and head thrown back, letting his hands guide your hips at a nice steady pace over his rippling muscles. There was just something about his cool metal wedding band against your skin that set your whole body alight. This man was sculpted like a God and he was all yours.
“How bout we go a little faster baby? Wanna see how good I can make you feel.” He whispered, moving his hands quicker to encourage your hips to pick up speed. This felt filthy yet somehow, burningly intimate at the same time. The gentle drag of your clit over his hard ridges of muscle could’ve had you crying, the feeling was torturously good but just not quite fast enough to have you coming apart.
“You’re makin’ such a pretty fuckin’ mess on me angel. Jus’ know that tight little pussy is gonna be so ready for me. Jus’ take what you need baby, do whatever makes that pretty cunt feel special. Don’t think bout it too much just -ah- jus’ don’t stop.” His cock twitched almost painfully mid sentence, making his abs tighten and precum leak onto his tummy but he couldn’t have cared so long as you kept working yourself closer to your own peak. He was completely obsessed with the feeling of your slickness on his skin and those fucking tags, bouncing perfectly between your exposed breasts with every sway of your body.
“Bucky, need to cum, please I’m so fucking close.” You sobbed and you were convinced your words pulled an actual growl from his throat.
“Okay baby, jus’ you relax your body, lemme move you. Doin’ so well for me kitten. Can’t believe my best girl is so filthy. Love seeing’ you like this, jus’ can’t get enough of you.” As he spoke, he wrapped his metal hand the whole way around you body, coming to rest on your other hip while his flesh hand found its way to your breasts, flicking and teasing your nipples in turn. His huge metal arm bore your weight effortlessly, pulling you forward before his flesh arm pushed you back, establishing a rhythm far faster than your shaky legs could ever have managed on their own. God you were in Heaven, pleasure building in your tummy so quickly from how perfect his body felt. Your hands gripped his chest, fingernails digging in, knowing it drove him crazy. Bucky almost seemed like he was getting as much from this as you were. This was different for him, it felt wrong somehow but if he was making his doll feel good, he could find it in himself to care about whether it was wrong or right.
“Oh fuck, look at you, dumb little baby coming apart on just my abs. Knew this pussy was needy but I didn’t think you’d get like this. C’mon angel, cum for me.” Bucky’s gentle coaxing only drove you further, your nails digging into him, pressing down just right until that band snapped inside you, riding out an insanely powerful high on his chest.
“Jesus, you’re soakin’ me baby. Good fuckin’ girl, cumming for me like that. Shit you look so beautiful like this. All fuckin’ mine.” You couldn’t tell if he was focused on your face or the swinging metal tags but you weren’t entirely bothered as your pussy soaked his already slick upper body.
Eventually, with even shakier legs, you forced yourself off Bucky, flopping down onto the bed beside him, almost giddy from the force of your orgasm.
“I can’t lie honey, think that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” His cheeks were flushed, pupils blown so wide and his chest shining with your slick mess. Nevermind the leaking, angry cock that was resting against his tummy just begging to be touched.
“Felt amazing baby, don’t remember the last time I came that hard without your cock in me.” Your words pulled a groan from him, his fingers itching to wrap around his own dick for some relief.
“How about you clean me up angel?” He suggested lazily, nodding his head downwards with a confident smirk.
“After that, you can have anything you like.” You teased softly, shuffling down the bed and taking the tip of his cock in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head in the way you knew took him apart.
“Oh Christ, fuck honey, didn’t mean that, shit you’re filthy.” His voice was nearly broken by need, a hand tangling in your hair, head thrown back against the pillow. You pulled off him with a gentle pop, shifting yourself up a little to lick up the real mess he had intended you to clean. Your own. His abs tensed under your tongue, letting you lick up the mess of your own slick, mixed with the salty taste of Bucky’s sweat. He couldn’t have tore his eyes from you if he tried, loving the broad long strokes of your tongue and the tiny groans that escaped as you tasted yourself. He watched as you worshiped his body, lazy, open mouthed kisses pressed to his now clean skin, teeth grazing the firm muscle in a way that had him tensing, cock twitching again at how neglected it had been.
“Fuck, needa be ‘nside you angel. Can’t fuckin’ take it.” He groaned eventually, the teasing becoming too much. “Jus gimme that pretty mouth again, God ‘m so hard it hurts.”
You happily obliged, giving him what he asked for. His cock slid down your throat in the kind of way that only came with practice, pulling the loudest moan from Bucky.
“Jesus angel, you just take everything I give you, don’t ya? Your mouth was fuckin’ made for this, you know that? Can’t get enough of you. Drive me crazy in those tags. Had me half hard at the gym. God you’re incredible -ah- jus’ like that, fuck.” Bucky knew he was rambling but he couldn’t stop. Your mouth was too hot and wet and he was so damn close. Your head bobbed, one hand working his base as you tore strangled cries from your huge husband that was trying to thrust his hips against your mouth.
“Shit doll, got me close already. Can’t last much longer.” After his little warning you only worked him harder, pressing your mouth down on him as far as you could, engulfing his cock in your tight heat. Bucky absolutely lost it. A noise somewhere between a groan and a scream left him, white hot pleasure taking over, thick ropes of cum hitting the back of your throat. His high lasted for what felt like an eternity, his body greedily taking everything you offered up until he became too sensitive. You pulled off him gently, falling onto the plush pillows beside him.
“Jesus doll, think that was a better workout that the one we had at the gym.” He laughed softly, your head coming to rest on his heaving chest, placing little kisses on whatever skin you could reach.
“You think? Maybe we should do that more often.” You chuckled, your fingers drawing little patterns on his flushed skin.
“Maybe we should.” He laughed, stroking your hair lovingly, planting a little kiss on your forehead.
