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romidarling · 10 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 | 𝐉.𝐁.𝐁

Pairing ღ Nurse!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader Word Count ღ 1.8k Warnings ღ Swearing, pet names, fluff, smut (soft dom!Bucky, thigh riding, daddy + praise + uniform kink) Author's Note ღ Y'all can thank @smutconnoisseur for this, and this ask. It's all her fault — I am innocent in this.

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Bucky being a nurse meant that he knew of many ailments, as well as how to treat or cure them. It was just your luck that he knew exactly how to take care of you, in every way you needed him to.

There had been an itch under your skin all day – hours on end of feeling restless, misplaced, and yearning for something. It had worsened tenfold the moment Bucky had walked out to leave for work, his bag slung over his shoulder, dressed in scrubs and his long hair tied back in a ponytail that rested against the back of his neck. It was training day, a small relief where you knew he would be working at a normal pace, and not go to super soldier lengths.

“Catch you when I get back, sweetheart,” Bucky had said, parting with a chaste kiss to your lips and a small smile. “Behave.”

You sent him away with a simple, “Stay safe, babe,” and that was that.

That was forever ago, and Bucky was due home any moment. You were waiting, quite desperately, to hear the sound of his shoes on the landing of the front door. The sound of Bucky’s bag shifting on his shoulder sounded far too real, and close. Perking up from your perch on the couch, you realised something – that wasn’t in your head, those sounds were at the door.

He was home.

“Hey, baby- Whoa!” Bucky rushed, catching you in his arms as you slammed into his chest. “Holy shit, sweetheart–are you alright?”

In lieu of an answer, you crashed your lips against his. The urge to pour your need into it overpowered your sense of rationality, but Bucky only kissed back after dropping his bag to pull you closer.

“Ba- Wait, hang on,” he gasped, his breath fanning over your lips. “What is this? Are you alright?”

You nodded and groped for Bucky’s hand, pulling it along as you stepped into the living room. “Need you,” you mumbled.

Realisation dawned in Bucky’s darkening eyes. “You need me, huh?” he mused, stopping short. “Let me get outta these scrubs- What?”

At his words, you shook your head and glanced up and down his body. The shoes he was wearing were long discarded by the door, and the light blue scrub pants – they hugged his thighs, just shy of too tight, and the matching light blue scrub shirt pulled taut across his chest when he inhaled, or moved his arms. His clip on ID tag rustled against the fabric with every shift of the fabric, and the sleeves showed off his biceps. The very same arms that held you as you broke and pulled you back together, the exact same arms that he used to selflessly care for others, day in, and day out.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Keep them on,” you whispered, and Bucky’s eyes widened slightly. “Y-You look–” The sudden stutter frustrated you beyond belief, but you barrelled on, fuelled by the patient, soft gaze Bucky gave you. “You look good in them, please don’t take them off.”

Bucky chuckled and shook his head, stepping into your space to brush your cheek with his thumb. “Is that so? That’s what you want?”

You couldn’t decipher his intentions with his guarded expression, but the blue of his eyes was rapidly disappearing behind the black of his pupils. Taking a step closer, you took Bucky’s thumb into your mouth, nodding slowly.

“Oh, baby girl,” Bucky breathed, biting his lips. “Y’know I’d do anything for you–I’ll keep ‘em on, especially since you asked so nicely, huh?”

“Thank you,” you whispered – grateful for his understanding. “Please, need–”

“Panties off. C’mon,” Bucky interrupted, moving to the couch and sitting down heavily, a low groan in his throat that shot straight between your thighs. The fabric of the scrubs hugged his thighs so tightly as he spread his legs, you were shocked they didn’t split the seam. He cleared his throat and you glanced up, not realising you had been openly staring, when he slapped his thigh. “Sit down–right here, sweetheart.”

“Okay,” you replied, pulling off your panties before you climbed into his lap, just as he asked. “This is… strange.”

Bucky chuckled and moved his hands to rest on your hips, a brow raised in question. “Strange?”

“Haven’t really… been in this position, before,” you mumbled, a stab of insecurity tampering the flames. “That’s all. And your thighs are fucking huge.” They were – your own legs had to stretch a decent amount to sit comfortably down on the corded muscle that kept twitching and tensing as he started to laugh.

“My thighs are huge, huh?” Bucky mused, his gaze flickering between your eyes and lips. “You know I have to make sure they’re the best seat in the house for my girl, right? You have to be comfortable.”

The two of you started to laugh again, the tension and awkwardness vanishing in an instant. A comfortable silence settled as you stared at him, biting your lip from nerves. “Kiss me,” Bucky said suddenly, pulling your face to his by the back of your neck.

Your lips met his softly, a gentle kiss that deepened when he swiped his tongue over your lip, asking to explore, and you granted it. An urge to move – get closer – overcame you and you shifted, eliciting a quiet gasp of shock when the pressure against your bare cunt became much firmer. Bucky pulled back and grinned. “That feel good, baby?”

“Y-Yeah,” you rushed, looking at him while furrowing your brows. “I didn’t think it would, I mean–”

“Shh,” Bucky soothed, and his hands tightened on your hips. “I’m going to take control, and you just let yourself feel, alright, sweetheart? Let daddy take care of you–make you feel good.”

The air left your lungs sharply as his words cascaded over you, sweeping you away from the anxiety and nerves of being in unfamiliar territory. “Okay,” you murmured, and Bucky smiled softly.

“Thank you, my pretty girl,” Bucky praised, and his hands pulled you forward, the drag of his clothes against your bare clit made you shiver, your hands instinctively flying to Bucky’s broad shoulders to ground yourself. “Gonna go back now…”

A quiet moan fell from your lips at the sensation. “Oh, wow,” you giggled.

“Want me to go faster, baby?” He sounded amused – smug bastard, you thought.

You nodded quickly, gripping the fabric of his shirt tight in your fists. “Please.”

“Alright, hold tight–you can pull my hair if you want, too,” Bucky offered, and it was your turn to raise a brow at him, though your hand moved to his messy ponytail anyway, freeing it so it fell to his shoulders. He kissed you quickly and you sighed against his lips. “Thank you, baby,” he murmured.

Slowly, Bucky moved you back and forth, each pass over his thigh a little faster than the last, and every small whimper was met with praise and a kiss to your neck. “So pretty like this, baby girl,” Bucky said, his words ghosting over your skin as he pulled you down harder around his thigh. “Think you can come like this, all over my scrubs? Make a fuckin’ mess?”

“Feels s’good,” you moaned, pulling at his hair and fisting his shirt. “Don’t stop, please, please- Daddy, fuck–”

“I won’t, jus’ feel for me, sweetheart,” Bucky groaned, his hands moving you faster so your moans became high pitched and wanton. “Such a good girl for me, so fuckin’ dirty too–look at you.”

Pleasure burned through every nerve and your breath hitched, the feeling of being pulled under approaching faster than you had ever experienced – was it that this position was entirely new and vulnerable? Was it the fact that you were ruining his uniform with slick and he was encouraging it?

Your jaw fell slack when Bucky sped up his hands, your hips now rocking back and forth steadily with slicked ease. The sudden urge to look down into his lap overwhelmed you, and you did, moaning loudly at the sight – a large wet patch had formed over the top of his thigh, spreading down the sides the more you moved. “Oh, god, daddy–”

“Yeah, baby girl, that’s all you,” Bucky breathed, his voice hitching on a moan when you fisted his hair through a harsh rock of your hips. “Look at the fuckin’ mess you’ve made on me, sweetheart–fuckin’ look at it.”

“I am, oh fuck, I am-” A choked off moan fell from your lips when a sharp stab of sensation shot through your clit. “Please, please!”

Bucky grinned at you and somehow moved his hands even faster – he was revelling in the high whine that built in your throat from the pace. “You wanna come?”

“Mhm, mhm,” you hiccuped, flexing your hands again in Bucky’s hair to hear a quiet hiss at the sharp sting. “I’m close!”

“Give it to me, then, baby,” Bucky growled, his tone dark and his eyes even darker. “Let go, soak my fuckin’ thigh, sweetheart, now.”

Bucky’s words washed over you and forced you under, your back bowing and pushing your chest into his face, his pace never faltering as you crested through your climax – toes curling next to his knees and hands gripping tighter than iron in his hair and shirt. “Coming! ‘M coming!”

“Good girl! That’s it, let it out, c’mon,” Bucky cooed, slowing down as you began to twitch and shake. “Did so well for me, sweetheart, so good for me.”

“Bucky,” you sighed, slumping in his hold as the frenetic and desperately energy that had you in its grip all day ebbed away.

“C’mere,” Bucky murmured, and he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around your back to embrace you tightly. “You with me, baby?”

“Yeah,” you murmured. Your limbs felt loose and your mind floaty, but much calmer and quieter. “Sorry I jumped you, couldn’t help it.”

A laugh shook Bucky’s shoulders, and he squeezed you, before placing a soft kiss on your temple. “Not gonna lie, baby, but if that’s the greetin’ I get every time I walk through that door, you’ll not find me complainin’–not one bit.”

“And I ruined your scrubs…” You mumbled sheepishly, shuddering at the feel of wet fabric between your thighs.

“I’ll let you in on a secret, sweetheart,” Bucky replied, and he moved you off his chest to look you in the eye. His gaze was heated, and if you weren’t still recovering from your climax, you would have begun to grind in earnest. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and you better fuckin’ do it again–you got no idea how you make me feel when you’re like that. And, baby,” he murmured as you bowed your head in a sudden, overwhelming shyness. His fingers tipped your chin back up so you could see his soft smile. “Daddy loves the way you make him feel–don’t you dare stop.”

Bucky surged forward and kissed you hungrily, and with that, you fell pliant in his arms once again.

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romidarling · 10 months

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Where We Left Off

Pairing: Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You're in love with your best friend who is determined to make the most of your vacation together. Word Count: Over 1.2k Warnings: Light angst, friends reconnecting, unrequited feelings (or so you think), slight feels (it's me), future fun, Bucky Barnes (yep, he's a warning) A/N: New AU called Reconnect because why not? Meet Dreamboat and Butterfly. For @the-slumberparty 's June's Monthly Challenge : Bikini and Beach, and Smut Hub Summer Camp Bingo @sagechanoafterdark: Choose Your Vibes: Summer. Thank you @flordeamatista for the inspiration and pre-reading! ❤️ Any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

It was a couple of summers ago when you realized you were in love with Bucky Barnes. When you looked back on your friendship, you wondered how it took you so long to realize it. Like how his smile made your heart race whenever he looked your way. Or how you found a solid ground and safe space together, each of you able to confide in the other.

He made you feel safe.

"You're my best friend."

Nothing more.

You stared out the living room window with a sigh, the beach house blanketed by the heavy sound of rain. While it had been bright and sunny just minutes ago, the sky was now dark and misty. You shivered as you wrapped your towel tighter around your wet body, enchanted by the summer storm instead of going to your room to change. It figured you'd buy a new swimsuit for the trip and only get to wear it outside for a minute.

"So much for lounging on the beach."

You smiled softly as you glanced at Bucky beside you, who ran a hand through his long, soaked hair. He hadn't bothered to keep his towel after the two of you rushed back inside, clad in just his blue trunks that matched the shade of his eyes. You scolded yourself for letting your gaze roam along his sun kissed, muscular body.

You didn't have the right to look at him that way.

"Yeah. So much for that," you said, the towel doing little to keep you warm as the air conditioner kicked on. "Maybe our punishment for getting started without everyone?"

Steve, another one of Bucky's best friends, put together a weeklong trip for the gang. So far, you and Bucky were the only two at the beach house. Everyone else wasn't going to be there until the evening. That was why you went for an immediate swim once you picked your room. The storm would likely put the group behind even more and now you were stuck inside with Bucky.

Why had you agreed to show up early?

Why did you have to be alone with him?

Why do I have to love him?

"Maybe," he said with a stretch, drawing attention to his wide chest. "Since it doesn't look like it's slowing down at all, why don't we cuddle on the couch? Catch up a bit?"

"Cuddle?" you scoffed, the sound more bitter than you intended as you turned to face him. "Why would we do that?"

A flicker of hurt passed over his eyes before he blinked it away. "Well, for one, you're cold. I can practically hear your teeth chattering," he replied. He wasn't a fan of being cold either, but he always ran warm. "And two, cuddling never bothered you before."

Your stomach flip-flopped. Bucky was right. He was the only male friend you ever snuggled with. Whenever you had a bad day, he didn't hesitate to throw a heavy arm around you and pull you against his chest. On good days, he found an excuse to keep you plastered by his side. He used to do it so often that most people assumed you were dating.

Wishful thinking.

"I'm sorry," you said, giving him the nicest smile you could manage even though it hurt to do so. "Been awhile since it was just the two of us and even longer than that since we cuddled."

The day it clicked that you saw Bucky as more than a friend was the day he introduced you to Dolores. Everyone called her Dot. The beautiful redhead looked good on his arm and you wondered why it wasn't you in her place. But you put on a brave face and smiled, even as your heart shattered. Because Bucky's happiness meant more than your feelings.

It didn't stop you from crying alone in the darkness where no one else could see.

"That's my fault," he whispered, sliding his fingers into his hair again and tugging harshly on the strands. You noticed he did that when he was upset. "And I'm sorry."

"Friendship goes both ways," you pointed out.

"You never faded out of my life when you dated anyone."

They weren't you, Bucky.

"I guess she was different," you smiled sadly.

The two of you still hung out and messaged each other while he dated Dot, but it was always as a group and the daily messages dwindled to chats here and there. You had the feeling that Dot didn't like you very much. In a way, you didn't fault her for that. Maybe she saw through you and knew you wanted Bucky.

Yet he was the one who broke up with her.

"You're allowed to be mad at me," he said as he took your hand and crossed the room to the couch. "I'd be mad at me."

"Right now, I'm just cold," you said, not wanting to dwell on the past. What good would it do?

He nodded slowly, almost like he was disappointed in your response. "Okay."

You shrieked when he pulled the towel away. It wasn't like he hadn't seen you minutes before in your bikini and you swore his gaze lingered on you long enough to consider it staring, but what was he doing? "What the hell?" you asked, but made no move to cover yourself.

Maybe I want him to see that I'm desirable.

Bucky let out a breath as he looked at you, your shivering having nothing to do with the cold. "You said you were cold, so let me warm you up," he urged, grabbing a blanket from the back of the couch before he took a seat. "Please?"

Silence fell over you as you sat down beside him. He wasted no time putting the blanket over you and wrapping his arms around your shaking frame. You breathed in his familiar scent and found yourself fighting off tears, a bittersweet swirl of longing and comfort settling in your chest.

Because he embraced you as if you meant something to him.

"I missed you," he whispered, running a hand along your back.

Your heart clenched, focusing on the rain falling outside in a melancholy rhythm. "I missed you, too."

"But we have each other again."

"I wish that were true," you whispered.

Why did I say that?

His hand stilled, but you were too afraid to look at him. "What do you mean?" he asked.

Panic bubbled in your chest. You couldn't just blurt out your feelings like this. "I just mean you went from a constant to a fleeting moment in my life," you said, which was the truth. "I don't want things to fizzle after we leave."

Bucky used to be the brightest star in your sky. Then he became the shooting star you missed making a wish upon. But you would forever watch the sky if only to get a glimpse of his bright light.

"I'll make it up to you. I have this whole week to start," he promised, rubbing his chin along the top of your head. "I don't care what Steve has planned. I'm all yours."

You squeezed your eyes shut because you knew you'd cry if you didn't. He wasn't yours. Not really.

"I'm yours, too, Bucky."

I always will be.

Surely Bucky will sweep us off our feet, right? Love and thanks! ❤️

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romidarling · 10 months

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Devour - Bucky Barnes

Summary: the new pics of seb have me in a vice grip so here is Bucky on a Mediterranean getaway with you

Pairing: mafia!bucky x fem!reader

Word Count: 880

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, sm/ut, or/al fem receiving, dirt/y talk, allusions to previous smu/tty times, d/s vibes, sorta mafia bucky?, sorta soft moments, also prinţesă means princess (romanian)

A/N: this picture got everything to life for this drabble @sebsgirl71479 thank you for this picture

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The heat is sweltering.

Drops of sweat mimic the condensation on your pink drink’s glass. Taking another sip you grumble the ice watering down the sweet and sour concoction.

“Something amiss?” Bucky’s tone is light teasing from behind you.

“Drinks all watered down.” You pout, still not turning to look at him, too comfortable in the lounge chair, kindle resting on your thigh.

The breeze finally comes in drawing out a sigh from you and your eyes close. Soon enough the sun’s heat diminishes and your breath hitches.

The scent of amber and bergamot fills your senses urging your eyes open. Bucky leans over you, gold sunglasses perched atop his head.

Your eyes trail over his stubble growing in, as he swallows you watch his throat and then follow that trail to the necklace that half dangles still caught in his white tank top.

That same necklace that grazed your kiss bitten lips last night, soothing the heat spreading over your skin.

An easy smile on his face, his ring clinks against the glass. “Here,” he says handing you the replacement drink and he stands, “Can’t have my best girl pouting can I?”

You roll your eyes and he pinches your cheek a habit he formed early on both out of endearment and knowing it annoys you.

You admire his outfit, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Fuck the drink you want to drink your man in.

“See something you like prinţesă? You have that look on your face.” Azure eyes that put the Mediterranean seas to shame glint with mischief.

“Oh, I see something I love.” You flirt back, admiring the way his eyes crinkle as his grin takes over.

“A moment ago,” He returns to his original spot, the one where he hovered over you.

“You seemed as though you saw something you want to devour.” He smirks, head dipped low, lips brushing below your ear, you whimper.

The pendant of his necklace brushes over your sternum. Cold against warm.

“Bucky—,” Your words meld into a moan when his lips trail down your neck, he leaves open mouthed kisses and your hands find his shirt tugging on it wanting him closer.

“A little temptress in this swimsuit of yours,” his larger palm traces from your knee up your thigh and you arch but he only continues over your body till he pinches your hardened nipple through the fabric, “Fuck.”

He reclined the lounge chair further back, caging you in, your leg now wrapped around him.

Bucky’s lips are on yours, needy, frantic, cock straining against his pants and your hands wandering but pulling him closer.

He chuckles into the kiss as your fingers aid in the fall of his sunglasses and his hair coming loose from the bun. He loves how needy you become for him.

How beautiful you look sun kissed and kiss bitten from the night before all of his marks proudly displayed across your chest, shoulder, the one he left on your inner thigh.

Bucky growls as a particular grind of his hips makes you moan as your clit begs for more attention.

“Please, Bucky, please,” You plead pushing the soft blue shirt off of his shoulders.

“Want to taste you, my temptress.” He cups your jaw, thumb stroking your lips, you suck on the tip of his finger.

“I want to taste you too.” You nip at the flesh, Bucky smirks above you.

“I’d have whipped this outfit out sooner.” He laughs when you huff frustrated, then groans as you grind your hips to his, smirking up at him when he affixes you with a pointed glare to behave.

“I’ll eat you out right here, prinţesă.” He says in warning, hand moving to cup your mound. He can feel the heat of your skin, his own favourite concoction waiting between your thighs.

“Is that supposed to scare me?” You raise a brow, “Because if I remember right, no one else sees what belongs to the White Wolf.”

His eyes blaze with something deeper than lust, his possessiveness and protectiveness for you a known fact in his ruthless world.

“Hmm, well if anyone does see,” He kisses your cheek, then trails his lips down your neck, over your chest the warmth of his mouth preceded by the cool necklace over your abdomen. Bucky settles between your thighs, pushing them apart but pulling you close.

Nose brushing over your clothed cunt and the sight is so erotic you can’t help but moan.

“If anyone does see you pleading and pleasing me they know you are mine temptress. As they should.”

The fabric is peeled away and your folds are soaked, he hums pleased before his tongue runs over your aching cunt.

You keen as his lips latch onto your clit, your fingers tangle in Bucky’s hair.

“Which one of us is in for a treat?” Bucky questions rhetorically as you tremble beneath him, his rings digging into your thighs.

Bucky moans, at your taste, “We’re to remain here my temptress. I want to have my fill. You will give me how ever many I want won’t you?”

You nod.

“My good fucking girl.” He praises, mouth back on you, your moans pleasing his ears and your taste satiating as well as growing his hunger for you.

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