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sergeantbarnessdoll · 2 months

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I Got You » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend/Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader with Steve Rogers/Captain America, Sam Wilson/Falcon, and Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

Summary: Y/N gets kidnapped by HYDRA and Bucky saves her.

Warnings: Fluff, language, HYDRA, kidnapping, blood and bruises, crying, hugs and kisses, cuddling, Bucky being the best/protective boyfriend ever, use of pet names

A/N: This is based off a dream I had.

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

Bucky was pacing back and forth in the lounge room of the Avengers Compound, wondering why you are there yet. You told him that you would hangout at the Compound while he trains for an upcoming mission.

“What’s wrong with you?” Sam asks, walking in the room.

“I’m worried about Y/N.” Bucky says.

“Did something happen to her?” Sam asks.

“I don’t know. That’s what I’m trying to figure out.” Bucky says, running his fingers through his hair.

Natasha walks in the lounge room with a phone in her hand.

“Barnes, someone’s on the phone for you.” Natasha says, handing him the phone.

Bucky furrows his eyebrows, taking the phone from her. If it’s you, you would’ve called his phone.

“Hello?” Bucky answers.

“Didn’t take long to get ahold of you, Winter Soldier.” The man says in a Russian accent.

“What the hell do you want?” Bucky asks.

“It’s more like who I have.” The man chuckles. “Meaning, your precious doll.” He says.

Bucky felt his heart drop and his mind started racing. He began thinking the worst.

“I swear if you do anything to her. I’ll-” Bucky got interrupted.

“You’ll what, Soldat? Kill me? That wouldn’t do you any good if you want to find your best girl alive.” The man says and hung up.

Bucky stood there frozen as the line went dead. His blood began to boil. He shoved the phone in Natasha’s hand and went to find Steve. Sam and Natasha looked at each other in confusion before following Bucky.

“Steve, get your shield.” Bucky says, walking in the conference room.

“Why?” Steve asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Barnes, what’s wrong? Who was on the phone?” Natasha asks.

“HYDRA. They have Y/N.” He tells them.

“What did he say?” Sam asks.

“That they have Y/N and that’s it.” He explained. “I really need to find her.” He says, tears brimming his eyes.

“We’ll find her, Buck.” Steve says softly, putting a comforting hand on his best friend’s shoulder.

Meanwhile, you woke up to the feeling of your head pounding. You moved to get up, only to find out that you were strapped down to a chair, making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“I was wondering when you would going to wake up. I was beginning to think that one of my men struck you too hard and killed you.” A man’s voice said.

You looked up, seeing a bunch of people surround you.

“My name is-” You interrupted him.

“I don’t care what your fucking name is. Where the hell am I?” You asked.

You yelped when his hand smacked you across your face, hard enough to make your head turn. He gripped your jaw roughly and looked in your eyes.

“It’s rude to interrupt people when they’re talking.” He says.

He let go of your jaw and walked away for a moment before watching back towards you.

“Now, you know someone we want back.” He says.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about.” You lied, knowing that he’s talking about Bucky.

“Really? The name James Buchanan Barnes doesn’t sound familiar to you?” He asks.

“No.” You lied again.

“Liar!” He shouts, smacking you again causing you to whimper in pain. “You know who he is cause you’re wearing his Army dog tags!” He yells. “Where is he?” He asks.

“Fuck you!” You shouted. “He’d never come back to this hell hole!” You say.

The man chuckled before turning to two of his men.

“Take her to a cell.” He tells them.

They nodded and uncuffed you from the chair, carrying you down the hallway. You tried your best to fight them off, but their grip on you was too strong. The more you fought them, the tighter their grip got. When they got you to a cell, they threw you in there. You fell to the floor and hit your head causing you to whimper in pain. You put a hand on the spot where you hit your head, feeling a little bit of blood trickling into your hand. You sat against the wall in the corner of the cell, pulling your knees up against your chest and wrapped your arms around them.

“Bucky, where are you? Please hurry.” You say to yourself, tears rolling down your cheeks.

Meanwhile, Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Natasha were on their way to you. Bucky tugging at his hair and was pacing back and forth in the quinjet, feeling like he was losing his mind. Bucky’s mind immediately started thinking the worst.

“Buck…” Steve snaps Bucky out of his thoughts. “We’re going to find her.” He says.

“What if we don’t? It’ll be my fault for not saving her.” Bucky says.

“None of this is your fault and you know it. Y/N knows it too.” He says softly, putting a comforting hand on Bucky’s shoulder.

“I can’t lose her, Steve. She’s the love of my life. I won’t survive without her.” He tells his best friend with tears in his eyes.

Steve gave Bucky a hug.

“I’m sorry to break up your moment, but we’re at the base.” Sam informs the Super Soldiers. “Are you ok, man?” He asks Bucky.

“I will be when I get the love of my life back.” Bucky says.

Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Natasha got off of the quinjet and cautiously approached the base, finding an unlocked door. They went inside of the base and split up so they could find you. You jumped at the sound of an alarm and gunshots. You stayed in the corner of the room, continuing to hug your knees. The next thing you knew, the door was kicked down causing you to cover your head in fear and your heartbeat to pick up. Bucky carefully approached you, making sure to not scare you.

“Doll, it’s Bucky.” Bucky says softly.

You uncovered your head and looked up, seeing your boyfriend. You immediately stood up and hugged him, breaking down into tears. Bucky held you tightly in his arms, tears escaping his eyes.

“You’re ok. I got you, babydoll.” He whispers.

He pulled away from the hug to kiss you passionately. Bucky felt relieved, knowing that you’re ok.

“I’m so happy that you’re alive.” Bucky says in almost a whisper, looking deep in your eyes.

He kissed you once more before informing Steve, Sam, and Natasha that he found you and you’re alive and safe. He picked you up bridal style and carried you to the quinjet, taking you to the Compound. Bucky helped you get cleaned up and patched you up, kissing each one of your injuries. Luckily you sustained minor injuries. Bucky has not left your side in the past few days. He helped you through a nightmare when you woke up crying. He held you close to him and you guys watched movies to get your mind off of everything. He even made coffee for you in the morning.

“How’s Y/N doing?” Steve asks Bucky.

“Last night, she had a nightmare and woke up crying.” Bucky tells them.

“She’s going to get through this, Bucky.” Natasha says, putting a comforting hand on his right arm.

“We’re here for her if she needs anything.” Sam says.

“Thanks, guys.” Bucky smiles at them.

Everyone went quiet when you walked in the kitchen. You smiled softly at them, playing with one of the sleeves of your -Bucky’s- sweatshirt.

“You ok, doll?” Bucky asks, handing you your coffee and wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m fine. I just got lonely.” You say, taking a sip of your coffee.

Bucky held you close to him and kissed the top of your head.

“I wanted to tell you guys thank you for helping Bucky save me.” You say.

“We’d do it again.” Steve says with a smile.

“We’re here for you, Y/N.” Natasha says.

“We’re just happy that you’re ok.” Sam says.

You gave them a smile. They left the kitchen, giving you and Bucky time alone.

“Thank you for saving me, Bucky.” You say, looking up at him.

“You don’t have to thank me, doll. I will save you no matter what.” Bucky says softly with a smile.

Bucky took your coffee from your hands and put it on the counter. He cupped your cheeks and kissed you passionately. Bucky is so happy to have his best girl back. He’s going to do everything he can to protect you. One thing’s for sure, he’s never letting you out of his sight again.

“I love you so much, doll.” Bucky says softly, moving a piece of your hair from your face.

“I love you more, Buck.” You say in almost a whisper, looking in his beautiful blue eyes.

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-Bucky’s Doll

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highonmarvel · 8 months

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Tempest

Bucky Barnes: The storm brewing outside is nothing compared to the one in here.

An entry for day nine of the exciting @sintember challenge!

Prompt: Tempest, ft Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier of the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

Warnings: severe anxiety; hints and mentions of claustrophobia (and it’s a bit of a theme that carries throughout); chasing; physical abuse. 18+!

The house rocks as you slam the door shut behind you, half the force coming from your worry and the other half by nature’s ire. You had really cut it close getting last minute supplies, and on the short drive back from the mall, you actually worried you’d cut it too close as your car was nearly thrown off the road. A hurricane was starting, bad, but not severe enough to warrant any measures too drastic. Still, you decided to play it safe—though one could argue that rule was broken when you were driving in the beginning of a storm.

You drop the shopping bag on the kitchen counter, no sign on Bucky. Usually he sits on one of the stools at the island waiting to rummage through whatever you had picked up for plums. Of course, you had.

“Bucky?” you call as you pop the fruit into the fridge. The rest was either canned or packets of goodies, which you stuffed into the kitchen cupboard before heading to the living room.

“Bucky?” you call again as the house rocks again, and maybe he didn’t hear you over the noise.

Maybe he was in the basement. You quickly jog back to the kitchen to grab a bag of chips and start your decent to the basement. A basement was really unnecessary for the life you and Bucky live, but this house, you had both fallen in love with at first sight (much like how you two first met) and purchased it together. It was practically empty; you thought it could at least be useful for storage, but you two didn’t have anything unneeded; it was either useful, and therefore in use, or not in the house. It was at least a safe place were something like a tornado to hit. You hadn’t been down in years, not since you first bought the place. Bucky went down there every two or three months to stop it being overrun by dust bunnies, but that was it.

Lately, Bucky had been having nightmares, more often than usual, and you always got the feeling he was trapped; trapped in his body that had done so much against his will, and it worried you when the storm warning was issued: he was trapped once again.

“Bucky?” you call as you open the door to the basement. It’s pitch black, so you assume he’s not down here, but to be sure, you flick on the lights. Staring back at you is your husband, seated perfectly still, facial expression stone, legs positioned and back straight in a way one is taught is perfect posture, with his palms resting on his knees.

“Hi, Buck,” you greet, smiling as you make your way down. He doesn’t smile back, doesn’t greet back, he remains a statue, only bright blue eyes following your movement. They’re not bright, they’re dark.

“You’re scaring me a bit,” you admit with a nervous laugh when you hold out the bag of chips to him and he makes no move to take them, doesn’t even look at them, gaze still boring straight into your soul. He’s always seen right through you, but now, it’s not an understanding he’s attempting to achieve, you can’t tell what it is. Intimidation?

“Bucky?”

“Who the hell is Bucky?”

You take a step back, physically unable to gasp despite your desire to as you feel your air flow cut off by his words, only able to throw a hand over your mouth. But… why would he? What happened? He can’t slip back unless someone says so, can he? This isn’t your husband. This is…

“Soldat?” you whisper, lowering your cupped hand from your mouth slightly so he can hear you. You think he missed it for a second due to your small voice, but he stands.

Of course Bucky is taller than you, but even if he wasn’t, this isn’t just a height different, he towers over you like the dark clouds tower over your home outside; he towers over you in demeanour alone; he could be kneeling right now but still, that stare would let you know your place immediately.

What do you do? Of course you want to help him, but this isn’t Bucky; what can you do? Even if by the Lord’s greatest miracle, there was not even a wisp of a chance you stood against the world’s deadliest assassin.

But why would he hurt you? You were absolutely no one special, no powers or access to anything to do with the Avengers, intel or otherwise. It didn’t make sense for him to attack you. But that absolutely was not a risk you were willing to take.

You’re trembling, shaking harsher than the winds were rocking the trees, you felt like one of them, maybe; just a part of nature, pretty much inconspicuous, caught in a harsh tempest.

You throw the bag at him, turn, and run; there was no way in hell you could go outside, but maybe you could lock him in the basement. You practically fly up the stairs, and you swear he’s taunting you as he takes each step up slowly, but hitting the stairs with his steps more harshly than he otherwise would.

You slam the door shut, but despite his calm pace, he’s somehow made it to the top, and slams the door open, throwing you back. You groan as you scramble to stand and dash to the kitchen. What could you do? Get a knife? You would never hurt him, of course, never, but maybe you could scare him off? That was such a ridiculous thought you nearly rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t; you needed vision. And just as you have that thought.

The lights trip.

The winds beat against the window, but nowhere near as fast as your beating heart. You try to calm down as you duck into the cupboards under the sink, hoping you could hear him coming. His footsteps had stopped, but you knew that by no means meant he had; he could be deadly silent, you know this. You strain to hear for the faintest sound of him, but you can barely hear the storm outside over your heavy breathing and blood thumping through your ears. You cup your hand over your mouth, and as much as you want to rock yourself back and forth as you hug your knees, you don’t dare risk any movement, already stressed out of your mind as your body works as always; every blood cell rushing through your veins is way too loud; he’ll hear it, he’ll hear you.

The storm rages, but the house remains dead, not even the regular creak of the pipes, it’s like your home is just as terrified of him and is hiding, making you feel exposed despite your claustrophobic situation.

How long can you wait here? It’s not safe, but neither is leaving. Maybe you can lock yourself in the basement instead, but you don’t know where the key is. Does the basement even lock from inside? There were no locks on any other door in the house considering it was just the two of you.

Either way, you’re fucked. You are so fucked. Beyond fucked.

You count to a hundred, but even time doesn’t calm your nerves, doesn’t do anything to stop your body from acting as if you’re in danger. And why should she?—you are.

One hundred, and you open the cupboard door quickly because you know it creaks. You can’t even consider your luck it stays quiet at the sight you’re met with: The Winter Soldier, crouched in front of your hiding place, dead gaze locked on you. It’s dark, and in any other circumstance, it would be too dark to make out such detail, but you see his face very clearly.

You briefly consider just closing the door again—maybe he’ll stay there—but you don’t have time to consider a next course of action when you’re suddenly roughly grasped by the elbow and yanked out of the cabinet. You shriek as your thrown onto the ground. Once again, you inelegantly manage to get yourself back to your feet, and you run again. He’s fucking with you at this point, because he could effortlessly have crushed you under his shoe right then and there. You don’t even think you’ll die directly by his hands; he’ll cause you a heart attack and that’s how he’ll kill you.

You know the Winter Soldier is the deadliest human force there is, but his ability to appear seemingly out of thin air when you have the hint of a hopeful thought to taunt you once again is borderline magic, it has to be. Your subconscious mind—let alone your conscious mind—can’t even get the thought of saving yourself going, stopped a few words, a few letters in, when you spin around to face him.

Lightning strikes and, right out of a horror film, illuminates him at the end of the corridor.

You stumble backwards into the basement and fumble around for a latch or something? You don’t even know this place well enough to know the basic things like how it locks, and if it does lock from the inside. Unfortunately, you don’t have the time to figure that out as once again the door is blown open and sends you tumbling down the stairs that feel like they’ll never end as you roll and bounce violently. You’re at least lucky the force didn’t send you literally flying into the opposite wall and break your spine, but you’re certain you’ve at least egregiously bruised a rib at the end of your fall—you refuse to believe it’s broken—dropping onto the bag of chips.

“Bucky,” you try, as you grasp at your ribs and watch him as he slowly and rhythmically descends the stairs, “Bucky, please.”

He’s here, at the bottom of the steps, looking down on you with a face so still you half expect it to remain that way forever, but it doesn’t; his expression adjusts ever so slightly; the corner of his lip barely, barely, twitches up, but you see it, he does it.

This isn’t The Winter Soldier, this is Bucky. This your husband.

He kicks you in the ribs, and if they weren’t broken before, they definitely are now, and there’s no way you can deny it. You want to pass out, you wish so badly to be knocked unconscious, have that heart attack you were anticipating, even die, just anything to end this sight: the sight of you husband consciously harming you.

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feelmyskinonyourskin · 1 year

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FeelMySkinOnYourSkin Masterlist

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Trope De Sept 2023 Masterlist (Fics from this event are also mixed in below in their respective categories)

Headcanons about Bucky, Frank, and Matt

FRANK CASTLE

Worship You (Smut/18+)

Fight Club [Frank's Version] (Smut/18+, Frank x Reader x Matt)

Stray (Fluff)

How to Say I Love You (Fluff, Angst)

Amore Mio (Fluff)

Five Years (Frank Castle x Matt Murdock)

Cure (Smut/18+, Frank x Reader x Bucky)

Where We Begin and End (Angst/Comfort)

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow (Smut/18+, Angst/Comfort)

Always A Rangers Fan (Fluff)

Not A Date (Fluff)

MATT MURDOCK

Drive (Smut/18+)

Five Years (Frank Castle x Matt Murdock)

It's Hard to Dance With the Devil On Your Back (Fluff)

Who We Are and Who We Want to Be (Angst/Comfort)

A Hell's Kitchen Christmas (Fluff)

Fight Club (Smut/18+, Angst, Fluff)

Original | Frank's Version (Alt Ending, Matt x Reader x Frank)

Take What You Need (Smut/18+, Angst)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Rate My Professor (Smut/18+)

A Random Thursday (Fluff)

STEVE ROGERS

Complicated (Smut/18+)

Following Orders (Smut/18+, Steve x Reader x Bucky)

Part 1 | Part 2

BUCKY BARNES

Pongo and Perdita (Fluff)

Cure (Smut/18+, Frank Castle x Reader x Bucky)

Pink Roses (Fluff)

Way Over Yonder (Smut/18+)

Following Orders (Smut/18+, Steve x Reader x Bucky)

Part 1 | Part 2

Names (Series - Fluff, Angst)

The Proposal (Fluff)

The Lighthouse (Series - Unfinished)

PART 1

Why Are You In My Bed? (Fluff)

Sex with Bucky Drabble (SMUT/18+)

I Must Have Done Something Good (Angst, Fluff)

To the Stars and Back (Fluff)

White Widow (Series - Fluff, Angst, Smut)

OTHERS

You and I Were Fireworks - Sam Wilson x Reader (Fluff)

What You've Heard - Billy Russo x Reader (SMUT/18+)

Another Life - Loki Laufeyson x Reader (Angst)

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saiyanprincessswanie · 2 years

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Our Dream, Your Nightmare - Part 3 (Finale)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Enhanced OFC Lily

Summary: Now that the truth is out about Peggy’s past, what will Steve decide his future will be? Will Steve step up to take care of Lily and their unborn child? Does he even have a choice this time if he goes back to Lily or will he be forced again to live his life out with her under her mind control?

Warnings: Reader is dark, possessive of Steve, Jealousy of Peggy, Kidnapping, Mind Games, Brief mention of smut.

Word Count: 2267

A/N: Thank you to @pigwidgeonxo and @music-culture-mythology for helping me and beta reading this. @whimsicalrogers for the page-breaks and pics are screen shots I took from the movie.

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Steve arrived at Bucky's apartment to have the conversation he was dreading the most about Peggy. Both men sat down in opposite chairs in the living room and stared at each other for a moment. Bucky was clearly nervous as his leg bounced up and down uncontrollably, his eyes refusing to look at his best friend as he tried to figure out how to tell Steve what happened all those decades ago.

Steve broke the silence. “Look Buck, no matter what you tell me I won’t be mad at you. I just need to know the truth.” His eyes stared at Bucky pleading for an explanation until his friend finally looked up at him.

With a sigh, Bucky nodded. “It was after the war that Peggy came to work for Hydra. I was just becoming the Soldat at the time and I think they thought a friendly face would help tame me so they made her my handler. I want to say in the beginning that it was grief over losing you to the ice that led her down that path with Hydra. Grief as you know can eat someone alive and turn them into something, or someone, that you don’t even recognize. As time went on Peggy had slowly become unhinged, she would have been unrecognizable to you if you had gone to the past to be with her. That’s why I was against you going back when you first told me but I didn’t say anything ‘cause I didn’t want you mad at me.”

It was hard to hear what Bucky had to say. This wasn’t the Peggy he once fell in love with and shared a brief kiss with. No, this was someone else completely. Before Steve could say anything Bucky continued.

“At some point in the 1950s, Peggy came to me one night after a mission. You see I had almost died and I think it scared her over the possibility of losing someone else. We ended up sleeping with each other that night. Then after that, it became a one-sided physical relationship with her seeking out the Soldat. You need to know if I had any control over myself this would have never happened. I’ve lived with the guilt since I got my memories back and joined up with you and the Avengers. If you hate me I would completely understand.”

“I don’t hate you, Buck, I don’t even blame you for what happened. You had no control over the situation. I honestly feel anger towards Peggy for joining the one thing we were trying to bring down all those years ago. I just wished you told me sooner as I almost went back in time to be with her. If Lily never pulled what she did there is no telling what my future would hold.” A part of Steve was upset that what he was told was the truth, the same truth that Wanda and Lily showed him. How Peggy could do what she did broke his heart at that moment. But now he thought of Lily. As unconventional as the relationship with Lily was, Steve knew he needed to eventually go back and do the right thing since she was carrying his child. They would need to work through how Lily went about trying to keep him for herself. For now, he needed time to process everything so he went back to his Brooklyn apartment to sort his mind out.

Two weeks have passed since Steve said he was going to talk with Bucky. Lily knew he needed to hear the truth about Peggy and her past as a Hydra agent. When she learned the truth for the first time she was shocked that the perfect Peggy Carter could become a villain. Though Lily could admit that she had become one herself as well.

She kidnapped Steve and kept him a prisoner for her to use. The concept at the time sounded good in her head but now Lily knew she went about it the wrong way. Now she was worried about what this meant for them and their future. Would her baby grow up without a father?

Lily was devastated by her actions and that it could possibly be the reason why Steve hadn’t come back home to her. Thinking of all the worst possibilities, her grief was felt all the way in Westview by her friend Wanda.

Sensing the despair, Wanda rushed to be by her friend's side. Wanda made Lily explain everything that had happened after she left with Vision. Lily cried on her friend's shoulder as she recounted in detail what happened.

The thought of Steve leaving bruises on Lily’s neck infuriated Wanda causing her eyes to ignite with red. Oh no, this was not acceptable to Wanda. No woman should have to be alone and pregnant, let alone being choked unconscious. If Wanda ever saw Steve again they were going to have a few words.

Lily pushed her thoughts aside as Wanda invited her over for dinner in Westview. It was nice not to be alone for a change and around her friends who cared about her well-being. Maybe this would help ease her grief and allow her to rest.

Wanda was still not happy about Steve leaving her friend so he could sort out his thoughts. “All I’m saying is that someone should talk to him. Maybe Vis or I could go visit him.”

Lily shook her head. “When he is ready he will come home to me, to us.” Her hand slowly rubbed her tummy as she let out a sigh.

“Speaking of babies. I wanted you to know that we are expecting! I can’t really explain it except it was magic. So your little bundle of joy will have a friend to play with.” Wanda smiled as Lily looked up at her with wonder before she rounded the table to hug her mentor.

“I’m so happy for you both! I’m happy you will finally get the family you deserve after all these years.” Lily tried to sound cheerful but her words seemed to fall flat as they came from a place of sadness.

Wanda knew her friend was hurting because of Steve. The unknown of if he will ever come back was eating at her friend. She couldn’t stand by and watch Lily waste away while this was supposed to be a joyous moment in her life. With Lily staying the night in the spare bedroom Wanda decided it was time to pay her former Captain a visit.

It was close to midnight as Steve continued to toss and turn in his sleep. He sighed as he rolled to his back, looking up at the ceiling in defeat. Today he spent the day going over his life, the pros and cons of Lily, and where he saw his future. He finally decided to go back to Lily and work things out with her despite how things were just a few weeks ago.

Pulling the covers off, Steve padded barefoot out of his bedroom in his low-slung shorts and into the kitchen. He decided to heat up some water to make chamomile tea, something Bucky used to do when he couldn’t sleep at night.

Steve waited for the water as he rested against the counter, his mind going a mile a minute. He was genuinely happy that he was going to be a father. It was a dream of his since he was a little asthmatic kid and something that he never thought he would be blessed with. Despite Lily’s outburst she really was a good woman deep down inside. She had followed him from day one and never looked back when things grew chaotic. They had developed a sexual relationship and he would even admit he started having feelings for her before he knew about time travel. Now he finds himself being a coward as he left her behind when she needed him the most.

The whistle from the kettle brought his attention back as he turned the stove off. As he grabbed a mug from the cabinet something caught his eye outside his window. A red hue was calling to him as he walked to the large window hesitantly. As he finally reached the window he looked out into the city and saw nothing but the lights below. Shaking his head he turned around and was met with glowing red eyes. Before he could react the red hue entered his mind and brought him to his knees. He looked up into the angry red eyes of his friend Wanda.

“Wa-Wanda, what are you doing?” Steve gasped out.

“You broke her heart, Steve. Lily is devastated that you left her and for what? So you could get the truth from Bucky about Peggy? You had your chance at a life with a good woman who is carrying your baby, but all you could do is choke her and leave. You could have killed her, killed them both but you were nothing but blinded by this other woman. What man does that?” Wanda’s voice rose with each word, unhinged as her red magic wove around his neck and limbs, keeping him in place in front of her as she paced.

Steve tried again to speak. “Wanda, please. I-I love her. Want to go back to her.” The red magic choked him again. Steve was trying to fight back against the hold she had on him but she was too strong. He was trying to make her see he was going back to Lily. But Wanda misunderstood what he was trying to say.

“Oh no, Steve. You’ll not go back to Peggy. You’re going to come with me back to your home, live your life out with Lily and raise your child together. Now stay still, I can’t promise if this will hurt or not.” Wanda started to speak in a language not known to Steve. The red magic felt like it burned him from the inside out as she continued to speak out loud. The last thing Steve remembered was trying to scream out Lily’s name before everything faded to black.

Lily woke the next morning to the smell of breakfast cooking. She pulled on her leggings and shirt before padding downstairs to the kitchen. At the stove, Wanda was humming a tune as Vision helped her by scooping scrambled eggs into a serving bowl. Sensing her presence Wanda turned to her friend.

“Good morning sunshine. Wait until you see what we have for you. Come sit down, breakfast is almost ready.”

Lily pulled out a stool and sat at the bar. “Everything smells delicious. You know you didn’t have to do this.”

Vision placed a bowl of fresh fruit next to her and gave her a smile. “Nonsense, you’re our guest. Plus you’re eating for two and need to be strong for them.”

Nodding her head Lily plated her food and ate a little of everything that they prepared. It was nice of them to allow her to stay the night and eat breakfast, but she knew she needed to head home soon.

Sensing Lily’s thoughts Wanda smiled to herself. “Don’t worry about heading home. I promise you a surprise awaits you there.”

Lily stared at her friend for a moment, her eyes slightly narrowing. “What do you mean by surprise? I don’t need anything.”

Wanda shrugged her shoulders at her. “Guess you will have to see when you head home.” The trio ate in silence as Lily tried to figure out what her friend was hiding from her.

It wasn’t until they finished eating that Lily announced she was heading home. Wanda embraced her friend and whispered, “everything’s going to be okay.” When Lily pulled away she offered a small smile. Whatever was waiting for her at the house both excited her and made her nervous.

Lily arrived back at her house alone. Wanda had said there was a surprise here and everything was going to be okay. In Lily’s mind, nothing was right in her world without Steve in it. This was supposed to be their home for the rest of their lives but now it was her and the baby.

She made her way up the front steps and as she went to open the front door it opened inward quickly. Her eyes quickly looked up in defense and her hands glowed blue until she realized Steve was standing there smiling at her.

“Hey sweetheart, I was wondering when you would be home. I was worried about you.” His smile warmed her heart as she ran into his open arms. They both embraced one another as the tears lightly fell from her eyes.

“I thought you were never coming back,” she whispered into his neck. Lily nuzzled into him more as she took in his scent. Something was telling her brain that this felt off but whatever that inner voice was saying she ignored it. Finally after a few weeks, Lily had Steve back. “Promise me that you’ll never leave me again. That you’ll be here for our child.”

Steve looked down at her with emotional eyes and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “I promise I’ll never leave you again Lily. I’ll be here for the rest of my life to help raise our child and love you until my dying days.”

Lily gripped him tighter as she smiled up at him. “I love you, Stevie.”

Steve smiled back at her, his blue eyes briefly flashed red and then back to blue again. “I love you too Lily.”

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alloftheimagines · 2 years

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bucky barnes | monsters don't cry

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words: 2k

warnings: blood, violence, injury, winter soldier!bucky hurts reader, angst, comfort, guilt, self-loathing, mentions of torture and nightmares and a smidge of throwing up, written in a heatwave so probs a bit delirious

prompt: i was thinking a whole lot of angsty angst with a happy ending bc ofc buck deserves all the happy endings in the world :( maybe cw era, something happens that triggers the winter soldier side and he attacks the reader and injures her badly??? a lot of angst where he comes out of it and avoids her for a bit before coming to her apologizing and saying he knows he’s being selfish but begging her not to leave him even though she would never and never even thought about it bc she knows it wasnt him? i just need a lot of angst in this part my heart strings love being yanked ✨

You see the moment he turns, just after the last remaining Hydra agent utters the word “furnace.” It’s spat in Bucky’s face, mingling with his blood. A trigger word, made to tug the Winter Soldier back into action.

You came here to save him, and he fought with you when you realised you were outnumbered. You saw the man you’d loved all those years come back to you, just as Steve had promised he would. You’d never lost hope, but it hurt, chasing Hydra around the world in the hopes that one day, you’d get the love of your life back. Free him.

But he’s not free yet. One little word turns his blue eyes to molten steel. He drops the agent, straightening.

“Bucky…” Your gun trembles in your hand.

He looks at you, face devoid of recognition. And then the agent whispers, “Kill her, soldat,” and it’s all it takes for him to spring into action.

He’s on you in a second — your own fault. You can’t bring yourself to pull the trigger in time, though you know Bucky isn’t here now. “No,” you beg instead when the gun is knocked out of your hand.

He doesn’t listen. Doesn’t even acknowledge you as he throws you down roughly, his metal hand clenching around your neck as though it’s nothing more than a splintered pencil ready to break in half.

“No. No, Bucky. Please. Look at me.” You vie desperately for his attention, clutching his hand with your own as you search his eyes. But they’re flat. Gone. “Look at me,” you try anyway. “It’s me. You don’t want to hurt me. You’re not the Winter Soldier anymore. You’re James. James Buchanan Barnes.”

His brows draw together, and you think it’s your chance. You try to strain against his grip, try to get your face closer to his so he has no choice but to see — but it’s a mistake. He jerks you back down, slamming your skull into the concrete floor. The world swims as agony sparks through you, and then the gun you dropped is there, pressed to your temple. And he’s not coming back, you realise too late. This is the end.

Blood trickles out of your nose, your mouth, but you smile softly in the hopes he might remember when he comes back. When Steve gets him back. “We were so close, Buck,” you whisper. “So close to getting you free.”

“Do it,” the agent orders again, hungry now. “Make it slow, soldat. Watch the life leave her eyes.”

His grip on your neck tightens until you’re fighting for breath. You squirm, trying to kick out, but it’s no good. You’re as strong as Bucky, but the Winter Soldier… he’s ruthless. An assassin who never misses a kill. You should know. You’ve spent your long, long life working with him.

“I love you,” you rasp finally. “I love you, Buck. I’ve always loved you. Even as this. The Winter Soldier.” Tears roll down your cheeks. You’re using your last breaths to make sure he knows. To make sure that when he comes back, he remembers just how madly in love with him you’ve always been. “It’s okay. I… I…” You can’t get the words out anymore, though he’s trying to squeeze them from your throat. They mangle with your shallow breaths, and then your lungs are aching as there’s no more air.

“Break her, soldat,” the agent whispers, glee shimmering in his eyes. “Let her feel it.”

So Bucky does. Your knee, first. You scream out in pain, but nothing more than a gasp wrenches from you. He presses his free elbow down on your ribs and you hear the sickening crack. You choke on your own blood, praying it’ll be over soon. Praying he doesn’t remember this part when he comes back tomorrow and you’re not there.

Gunshots shatter through the sound of breaking bones, Steve and Sam barreling into the base. Steve is the one to wrest away Bucky, yelling, and then whispering as he pins him up against the wall. What the hell have you done, Buck? What happened? But his friend is still gone, and you can only watch as you lie broken on the floor.

Until the darkness finally takes you.

***

You wake up alone at the compound the next day, bright fluorescents beaming down on you and your leg trapped in a cast. Everything hurts, and the nurse tells you not to try to speak. You find out why when you attempt a reply and find your vocal cords wrecked.

Steve appears soon after, sympathy and regret twisted all over his features. “I should have gotten there quicker. I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He takes a seat beside your bed, placing his hand over your tube-covered one.

“Buck?” you manage to mumble, the words nothing more than a hiss.

“We got him back again. He’s… well, it’s gonna take some time for him. He’s not really talkin’ right now. Well, except to ask about you.”

You close your eyes, tears dribbling down your cheeks. All you want is for him to be here, holding your hand, so you can see for yourself that he’s safe and him again. But you know him. Know he’ll be torturing himself for what he’s done. And it’ll torture you too. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t see the damage. Maybe it’s better he takes his space. You just hope it doesn’t last too long.

***

Bucky can’t stand himself. He’s been holed up in his room for weeks, wishing he could rip his damn arm off for what it did to you. Wishing he could rip himself apart for what he did to you.

You’ve tried to see him. He doesn’t know how to open his door. How to keep going knowing what he’s done. He almost killed you. He dreams about your screams, day and night, waking up in cold sweats and running to the bathroom to throw up.

But he can’t hide forever. Steve’s asked him to join him on a mission tonight, and he knows he has to talk to you. Apologise. He has to face what he’s done, otherwise he’ll never stand a chance at being himself again. So he puts his black gear on, and on the way down to meet Steve, he knocks on your door.

“Come in,” you call from the other side. Your voice is still hoarse, and it makes him want to turn around and run. But he can’t. It’s you, and he can’t keep pretending he doesn’t want to see you. Even if he hates himself for it.

Surprise contorts your features when he enters carefully, finding you propped up with pillows on your bed. His eyes fall across the bruises he left. A green branding around your neck. The leg still in a cast. The way you move stiffly as though everything hurts. He thinks of how you looked that night, blood covering your teeth, spattering from your mouth as he wrung the life from you. The woman he’s supposed to love.

“Buck,” you whisper, and he can’t understand why it’s still so thick with adoration, as though nothing has changed. As though he wasn’t your ruin. An assassin. A cold-blooded murderer.

He shifts on his feet in the doorway, bowing his head and swallowing thickly. “Hey.”

“It’s…” You put down the book you’d had open, giving him your full attention with those same wide eyes that had begged him not to kill you. “It’s good to see you.”

He almost scoffs. Opts for a shake of his head as he tucks his hair off his face. “Don’t. Please don’t.”

Your hand rises to the bruise along your collarbone absently, and he resists the urge to flinch. “How are you?”

“Hell of a lot better than you,” he replies bitterly.

“If you’re here just to punish yourself, you should go.” Your voice holds a sharpness he hadn’t been expecting. But he deserves it. He deserves all of it. “It’s been weeks. Weeks without a word. Don’t come in here unless you want to talk properly.”

His chest aches, and he feels lost as he looks around your room. “I don’t really know what to say. What do you want me to say? I… I almost killed you, Y/N.”

“It wasn’t you. You would never hurt me.”

“Look at you. Look at what I’ve done to you.” His voice drips with self-hatred. “How can you say that?”

“Because you were used as a weapon, Bucky, and you had no control over it. Any of it.” You push yourself to the edge of the bed, jaw clenched. “I know you. I know who you are, and I know you would never hurt anyone if you had the choice.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, unable to keep looking at you.

You sigh. “I wish you would have come to see me sooner. It hurt that you pushed me away.”

He can’t believe it. He can’t believe that after everything, you’re not angry or scared or filled with hatred for him. His stomach churns, and he thinks maybe you were right. Maybe he did come here to punish himself. You’re not making it easy.

“I can’t stop remembering it,” he admits finally, tears gathering in his eyes and his lip wobbling. “The sound of your bones cracking. The way it felt to squeeze the life from you. It makes me sick. It’s like a nightmare I can’t wake up from. I’ve killed thousands, Y/N, but I can’t…” His voice breaks. “I was so close to killing you. I don’t how to live knowing I’m capable of that. Capable of killing someone I love. Putting them through so much pain.”

Your own eyes grow glossy, and he knows there’s nothing you could say to make him despise himself less. To forget.

“And I guess I’m an asshole as well as a monster, because I should have walked away. I should have left you alone. You’d be safer. But I can’t be without you even now. Even when all I see is the way I broke you.”

“I don’t want you to walk away,” you murmur. “Bones heal, Buck.” You push up, limping your way towards him. He can’t bear to back away when you tap his head. “So will this.” Your hand moves to his chest. “And this, too. If you let it.” And then you wipe away his tears, smiling sadly, and it only makes more build in his throat. “Monsters don’t cry, my love.” You cup his jaw, your eyes piercing through him until he’s certain he’ll break. “You’re not a monster. You’re James Buchanan Barnes.”

The words echo what you said that night. The way you tried to get him back. If he’s James Buchanan Barnes, why can’t he control himself? Why can’t he keep the person he loves safe?

He rests his forehead against yours, a sob leaving him.

“We’ll keep fighting it,” you promise. “Just don’t push me out. Please.”

“What if I hurt you again?”

“Then we’ll heal again.” You brush your fingers through his hair, and his eyes flutter closed. God, he’s missed you. And god, he wishes he could be the man you deserve. “Just don’t give up on us, Buck. Don’t give up on yourself. Please.”

“Okay,” he agrees, voice a low rasp. He could never say no to you; another reason why it took him so long to visit. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

“I know. I know you are.” You place a careful kiss on his lips, and he lets you, his fingers curling around your own.

And he thanks the heavens that you haven’t left him, even if it’s what he deserves. Because he wouldn’t be Bucky without you. He wouldn’t have a reason to come back to himself if not for you.

You're the only love he’s ever known, and he has to hold onto it. He has to do his best. Even when it hurts.

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Starker

Daddy Stark's Surprise (E) What Should Peter do to make this Valentine’s Day better and different than others? How can he make this one unique?

Why Peter Parker Can't Have Girl Scout Cookies (T) Clint and Natasha’s daughter is a girl scout, Peter is a sucker for Trefoils cookies.

Who's Your Daddy? (E) Peter wants to do something special for Tony. He surprises him by asking to top, but what if Tony happens to surprise him?

Natural (M) Photoshoots are boring when you don’t have a little bit of fun~

Too Much, Just Enough (M) Sometimes Peter needs the reminder that the scale can be deceiving.

Old Man~ (T) Peter has started using TikTok. Which if you don’t know, is the BANE of Tony Stark’s existence. From Willy Wonka to weird Twerk Dances, Tony is losing his mind.

Grey (M) Peter's Grey. He feels nothing. Maybe if he lays here long enough, it'll go away.

Good Morning, Good Morning, Good Morning~ (M) “Good Morning, Baby” “What’s all this?”

I'm Not Sick (T) “I’m not sick, Peter!” “Friday, what’s his temp?” “101.2 degrees Fahrenheit.” “mhm.”

Spider On The Wall (T) Peter loves sleeping next to Tony, he just wishes Tony knew.

Bathroom Floor (E) “I don’t know why we couldn’t have got to your car, Tony. Like, we already paid, we finished eating…” “Because, Peter, I couldn’t wait that long. I have wanted to ruin you all day since we got here and now I can.”

DeskWarmer (E) “Alright, baby, but I have to get back to work so I can’t give you my full attention. You’ll have to be like a little rent-a-slut at my desk and keep me company.”

Painful Flowers (T) Tony never believed in soulmates. That is, until now.

Got A Secret, Professor Stark? (E) Peter Parker is the biggest badass in the Junior class at NYU, only Tony Stark knows the truth.

Don't Pull Away (M) Peter loves Tony’s hands in his hair. Tony loves having his hands in Peter’s hair.

Come Back To Me (M) “I know, I know you’re never ready for this. Just come back to me after, okay?” Tony nods as Peter kisses his neck, red lipstick print left behind.

Truth or Dare (T) Tony knows it’s a bad idea to invite the kid. He swore he told Steve and Clint to remove the alcohol if they were going to. They didn’t prepare for Thor bringing his own refreshments and spiking the punch, making sure everyone enjoyed themselves in true Norse style.

Like a Fucking Fairytale (T) “Tony’s left the city for a fairy.” “Sounds like something out of a fucking fairy tale.”

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Getting Rid Of Winter (M) "Steve, this isn't a good idea..." "Buck, I'm here. What's the worst that could happen?" "I go on a killing spree and destroy half of Brooklyn?" "Well," "Don't say it." "Yeah..." The man sighs, pulling his hair back into a messy bun, "Why do you want to try this?" "Because if we know it works, then I have a viable way to get you out of your murderous headspace if it's needed." Bucky nods, "True... But what if it doesn't work?"

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40's Boy (M) 'When did he get to be so... cute?' Bucky thinks, shaking his head. 'No, he doesn't think that way about you. He's got all those girls that want him, he doesn't want you.'

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non-bionical-mecha-dude · 2 years

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Ok, you all seem to love this type of stuff, sooooo, I'm gonna continue it

WHAT IF YOU WERE DATING KARL HEISENBURG

You would randomly have to check on Karl because he forgets to eat, sleep, and drink because he's so hyperfocused in making the "newest addition to his metal army"

Surprise hugs, he'll randomly just pop up, without you hearing him, and hug you from behind, you once accidentally threw him over your shoulder, thinking it was a Soldat trying to go rouge, but when you threw him onto the ground, he laughed saying how that was one of the reasons he fell in love with you, your fiery spirit

You have to help him through his emotions and you are trying to teach him that when he's frustrated, he can't just lock himself away in a room for days and build machines

He likes to give cheek kisses, just randomly when he's working, he'll lean over, and just pepper your check with kisses and cups your face with one hand to keep your cheek there

He'll randomly just brag about you, and not in a "jokes on you my lover is strong and badass" but more so in a "guess who got a partner first? Suck it big bitch"

Whenever he walks with you outside, he'll put his jacket on you, no matter how cold he is, if you try to give the jacket back, he says no and says something along the lines of "I'm fine, I don't feel cold, I didn't even notice it was cold" as he is shivering and his lips are turning blue

He buys alot of flowers for you because he read in a "dating for dummies" book once that you're supposed to give your lover flowers, so he just started giving you flowers, but since there is almost no fresh water, the flowers die within days, you still appreciate his effort

You're often the first one to go to bed, so often when he finishes his work, he'll come in and lay beside you, with him being the big spoon and holding your hand with his face buried in the back of your neck

Since he's super touch starved, he absolutely goes buck wild for cuddles, he has, multiple times, quit whatever he was doing to cuddle you or just hold you

He doesn't care about your body, are you plus sized with huge thighs and stomach rolls? He's gonna lay his head on your thighs, talk about his inventions while he hugs your form, and reminding you that you're body is perfect the way it is, he loves your curves and your chub, they make for excellent pillows and are great when he wants to cuddle and while literally smite someone down if they ever insult your size or weight.

Are you so skinny you can see your ribs? He will run his hand up and down your chest to feel them (not in a sexual way), and will pick you up and hug you, with your legs wrapped around his hips while he reminds you of how perfect you are and will make sure that you are eating correctly if the reason you're very skinny is because you haven't been eating right (ie helping you with an ED, having a stupidly high metabolism, ect ect) but if you aren't, he'll still make sure you're eating right, can't have his Buttercup starving on him

Are you somewhere in-between? He still loves you, he's still gonna love and hug you no mattered your weight, height, or width.

The love language he gives is physical touch, he's not good with words, so he shows his love the only way he can

His love language he prefers to be given are acts of service and words of affirmation, he was never praised as a child, so when you praise him, absolutely melts, he truly believes what you say. He knows how words can be difficult and how alot of his tasks to take down Mother Miranda are difficult plus with doing basic things everyday, so lightening the load (ie doing the laundry, making the bed, fixing his ripped jacket, ECT ect), makes him feels so grateful to have someone like you in his life

He just downright loves you

He's terrified of losing you, so he can get clingy when it comes to intrusive thoughts

He loves you to much to lose you

He calls you Pumpkin and Buttercup

You call him Metal-oid (like the element type), Sweetheart, Puddin, and Goofball (but you only call him that when he says something dumb or when he messes up and gets grumpy over it

If you're taller then him, he's no doubt gonna make some metal float, and stand on it just so he can kiss you without you having to bend down for him

Are you shorter then him? He's gonna constantly tease you, often grabbing things when you need them and him dangling them above your head (most of those end in you chasing and pinning him down to get whatever item he took from you)

If you're about his height, he's probably just gonna randomly go on his tip toes to make him feel slightly taller, you caught him doing this once, and you found it adorable, he of course denied he did such thing

{{These are just a small few headcannons I have! Please comment what you want me to writs about Heisenberg and I will! Wether it be certain Headcannons or full on One Shot Fanfictions! My only big No's are Smut, absuive!Heisenburg, and Lycan!Heisenburg, but I'm fine with everything except that! Also sorry I've been gone, I've had a lot of stuff going on and I needed time to mentally calm down, but I'm back!}}

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all i want is bucky with a nasty daddy kink and good god you write good smut

Thank you so much!🥺 Smut does hold a special place in my heart and to have someone say they think my smut is good, means everything. Daddy kink also holds a special place in my heart😉 Headcanon below💞

warnings: smut, dirty talk, daddy kink, slight vibranium arm kink, slight degradation, slight cum play, slight praise, spanking, fingering, biting

tags: @fuckandfluff @sparksforkoo @meetmeatyourworst @greeneyedblondie44 @thewritingdoll @bucky-soldat @bemine-bucky @harrysthiccthighss @stucky-my-ship

• Bucky has you exactly where he wants you. Face down, ass up. He holds this position close to his heart. You’re so easy to dominate this way, body so palpable as you bare your glistening cunt to him.

• He hasn’t touched you yet, he’s taking in the way your back arches, the way your hands grip the sheets tightly, how he can hear your soft pants of anticipation. He takes notice of the slight shine on your thighs from your arousal.

• “Please, Bucky, please.” You cry out to him, desperate to get his fingers, his tongue, his deliciously thick cock, anything to stop the ache that’s thrumming in your core.

• Bucky loves to hear you beg. It does something to him, the way your voice cracks a little. He just knows your big doe eyes are glassy from desperation. Tears are probably forming and creating a puddle on the cotton sheet right now.

• But, as much as he loves to hear you whine and see you writhe, you broke a very big rule. He takes his vibranium appendage and raises it in the air before landing a harsh smack to your supple ass.

• You jolt from the impact. Searing pain over takes your skin as you let out a yelp. You grit your teeth as Bucky takes your flesh in his hand, kneading the spot that’s starting to inflame.

• “Oh, princess. You know that’s not my name.” He taunts, making sure to land a few more slaps with that damn robotic arm. It hurts, a lot, but the pain shoots straight to your drenched pussy. You can’t see him, but you’re picturing how the black and gold vibranium fingers are squeezing your abused skin, how the arm reflects in the light emitting from the moon...God, you need something in you now.

• “Daddy!” You squeal as another loud smack is heard throughout the bedroom. “I’m sorry daddy, please, please fuck me.”

• Bucky takes the digits of his prosthetic and runs them through your wet folds, gently toying with your clit. You push down against his fingers trying to find some friction. You need more of the firm, cool touch.

• “C’mon, baby. You’re gonna have to beg for it better than that.”

• He suddenly shoves a finger inside you. You let out a gasp as he slowly moves it in and out at a leisurely pace. A single finger isn’t a big enough stretch and his pace isn’t fast enough to make you cum. Bucky’s just working you up, teasing until you give into him fully. It never takes much to fall into his twisted game of pleasure.

• “I need your cock daddy, please. Want you to fill me up, want you to fuck me hard. I need it. Please, daddy, please,” you cry. And shit if it’s not the most beautiful thing he’s heard. His little doll, his perfect little doll. Always so needy for him. His dick stands at full attention, a redness takes over his swollen member and precum is starting to leak from the tip.

• Without another thought, Bucky’s shoving himself inside you. As your tight, wet walls envelope him, he can’t hold back. He adores making love to you, whispering sweet nothings as that pretty pout of yours hangs open in a silent cry. But right now, he’s going to fuck you. Fuck you like the good little whore he knows you can be.

• He grabs a hold of your waist, fingers digging into your flesh, and starts to pound into mercilessly. It’s exactly what you’ve been craving for the past hour of his torturous foreplay. His hips snap against your backside with a roughness that sends you almost up to the headboard if it wasn’t for his firm grasp.

• Bucky’s practically fucking you against himself, guiding your hips with his thrusts, making sure you can feel him deep inside you. He’s stretching you out, the way his cock drags along your walls at a fast pace has your eyes rolling back and drool starting to form in the corner of your mouth.

• He’s watching intently as your pussy swallows him, your lips stretching around his girth each time he pulls back before plunging back in. You grip him tight, like you never want him to leave your body. Your constant throbbing goes straight to his balls causing heat to creep along his spine.

• A particularly pointed thrust has you choking back a sob and you turn slightly as your hand immediately flies out behind you to press on Bucky’s firm stomach. “Daddy, it hurts. I can’t,” you pant out.

• He roughly grabs the hand that’s pushing him away and the other that’s propping yourself up and puts them behind your back, causing you to fall face first into the mattress once more.

• He leans over you, still fully inside your tender pussy and seethes into your ear, “You wanted this, princess. Now, you’re gonna take all of daddy’s cock. You got that? Or am I gonna have to dumb it down for you?”

• “I got it.”

• Bucky grabs you by the neck, trapping your aching arms between both your bodies as he hauls you up. “I got it, what?”

• “I got it, daddy!”

• “That’s right, baby. Give it to me.” He grabs your elbows, giving him just the right amount of leverage to continuously fuck in and out of you while you’re both on you knees.

• Your head falls against his shoulder as he’s taking you apart piece by delicious piece. Your throat is bared to him and he takes the opportunity to bite into your neck causing you let let out a pleasured gasp.

• “My pretty slut likes it rough doesn’t she?”

• He doesn’t give you time to whimper out a “yes daddy” because he goes straight back to your throat, continuously biting into you. He can feel your walls pulse around him every time he sinks his teeth into your neck. He knows you’re close. You always are when he manhandles you.

• His hands release your arms only for the vibranium to wrap tightly in your hair and the flesh to seek out your throbbing clit. You see stars as he begins to swirl those dexterous fingers against your sensitive nerves. The coil is getting ready to snap.

• “Cum on my dick, let me feel how good I fuck you, princess.”

• Your body suddenly pulls taut against his, the pleasure is almost too much. You try to move away from the onslaught of his fingers and cock, but he’s not letting you run away. He’s making you take it all.

• With a few more flicks and feral thrusts, you seize up around him. Bucky stills inside you as his fingers help you ride out your intense high. He can barely move with how tightly you’re gripping him.

• He pushes you back down as he starts to chase his own. You lay under him almost lifeless as he holds your hips up. His balls are slapping your clit making you jerk each time, which causes Bucky to feel you clench again and again until he’s shooting cum into your warm heat.

• He falls on top of you. You milked him for all he’s worth. Sex with you is always fulfilling no matter the mood, the positions, who tops. He needs every part of you.

• You feel his ragged breathes against your face and the labored rise and fall of his chest against your back. You’re completely and utterly sated.

• Bucky pulls out of you and watches the way his cum slowly seeps through your folds. He can’t help but finger it back inside you, always wanting you to be filled with him.

• “Easy, Buck. M’sore,” you say, tiredness coating each syllable.

• You feel his soft lips kiss up your back and up to your cheek, peppering the side of your face in gentle pecks.

• “You did so good for me,” he whispers.

• God, this man. One minute he’s fucking into you hard and deep, the next he’s showering you in praise and utter love. You don’t think you’ll ever get enough of James Barnes. He knows he’ll ever get enough of you.

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metalbuckaroo · 3 years

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💋Unspoken Rule #4💋

🍒 SUMMARY// At 3am, every Sunday, Bucky locks his bedroom door to watch his favorite camgirl. What's to happen when he finds out he's much closer to her than leaving generous tips on her videos?

💋 WARNINGS// smut, light fingering, unprotected sex, some sub!bucky, cursing, a smidgen of angst

🍒 AU// roommate!bucky x camgirl!reader

💋 NOTE// As always, requests and asks are open, feedback is appreciated 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

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Moodboard by// @commonintrest

Over the next two weeks, two more videos were filmed. Both without kissing and not going any further than getting each other off without having sex, but also still as mind blowing as the first.

Bucky wanted to experience that high he couldn't reach himself. That no one else had gotten him to.

He didn't tell Steve or Sam about anything that had been happening, he knew there would be teasing and it would also blow the 'Soldat and Cherry' cover, so it became another unspoken rule.

He stopped trying to muffle the sounds he made as he watched the videos and ditched the headphones; making it obvious to you that he was still subscribed to watch videos that he could easily ask you to send him.

But, the sounds you could hear through his bedroom door were nothing compare to the ones muffled by the plastic mask when it came time to film another video.

A long talk about boundaries and keeping things casual, is what lead to the filming of the fourth video. Making sure both of you promised it would stay purely in videos. Nothing more.

Even as you laid against the throw blanket that covered your bed, completely bare besides the mask and wig as he tugged the glove on his right hand off. Bucky kept mentally repeating the promise.

Goosebumps prickled your skin when the cold leather and warm skin of his hands glided up the insides of your thighs, his cock twitching and eyes staying locked in on the glisten of your slit. His thumb ghosting over your clit to elicit a soft moan. "Don't tease." You exhaled, shifting around slightly under his piercing gaze.

Humming in response, Bucky ran two fingers through your folds. Coating the pads of his fingers with your slick before circling your sensitive bud.

The skillful work of his long, thick fingers had you convinced that your own would never be the same. The way they curled and stroked against your walls in the best way as your hands clutched the opening of his leather jacket. Quick to have your back arching from the mattress.

"Is my face in the shot?" Bucky said lowly when he leaned down so his face was inches from yours. Your eyes looking to the small screen on the side of the camera to see his hair shielded his face. "No."

"Good, wanna kiss you." His gloved hand reached to pull the mask down, the steady thrust of his fingers on his right not faltering. "Ok, just don't stop." You nodded, catching his plump lips in yours.

The taste of his tongue just as you had imagined it to be when it slipped between your lips to press into yours. Both minty and sweet.

Bucky swallowed every sweet sound he pulled from you, making sure not to break away from the breathless kiss until you had rode your orgasm. Your teeth nipping at his bottom lip as your hands pressed against his chest. "Mask on and lay back." You mumbled against his lips as he removed his fingers.

Bucky's mind was racing just like it was the first time as you moved over him, his hands holding your waist and heart thumping away against his ribcage.

He always thought that all sex would feel the same, but this was different. He had a certain proud feeling when you whimpered softly once he was fully sheathed into the tight warmth of your cunt, the instant flutter of your walls making him groan softly.

You had never had such a full feeling, his tip brushing your cervix as you swiveled your hips. Laying your hands flat against his taut chest to keep steady and letting your head lull forward.

Starting slow and working up to a faster pace when you had adjusted as his hands slipped down to hold your hips.

It was hard to keep focus, the feeling of every ridged inch sliding against your walls sending sparks of pleasure through you starting to engulf you. Trying to pinpoint the pitch of Bucky's moans and pants to know when to slow down.

His fingers curled into the flesh of your ass, hips rolling gently under you as the swirling in the pit of his stomach started. Only to fade away when your hips slowed into a grind, his eyes snapping open to meet your hooded ones as you gave him a wicked smile.

Bucky lifted a hand to hold the back of your neck, pulling you down to whisper in your ear. "You're edging me?" He mumbled, biting back a groan when you wiggled against him. "Be a good boy, Soldat."

He couldn't deny the warmth that washed over him from the two words he told himself wouldn't have an effect on him, muttering a few curses in Russian as he moved his hand back to your hip.

The tensing of the muscles in his thighs quickly started again, his release being held off until he was desperate.

His head lifted from the pillow, brows scrunching up as he tried to guide you faster, your movement nearly stopping when he did. "Please, dear God, cherry." Bucky whined as his head fell back against the pillows, chest and neck flushed and sweat slicked. His mask not helping the hot huffs of breath that fanned right back into his face.

You knew he could easily overpower you if he wanted to, and that's what made it even better. Watching as he tensed and wiggled under you in attempts to get the release he wanted- but he knew it would be worth it in the end. Being able to push as deep as he could go and fill you with his spend until you leaked around his base, would definitely be worth it.

Your throbbing clit ached for some kind of attention, but you weren't done with your fun of watching Bucky crack under you. The sturdy man muttering to himself to let him cum as his warm hand groped at your chest, gloved left caressing your waist and backside.

Needy whines promising he'd be good, telling you how amazing you felt stretching around him. Until his pleas and praises were enough to snap the coil.

Your fingers digging crescent moon shapes into the smooth skin of his chest as your orgasm took over completely. Mind fogging over for a brief moment.

"Oh, god- B-" your bit down harshly on your bottom lip to stop his name from rolling off of your tongue, falling forward against his hot chest as the aftershocks took over and you buried your face in the crook of his neck. Giving him the opportunity to chase his own high.

Bending his knees to plant his feet flat against the mattress, Bucky's hands went under your ass, letting out a shaky breath as he chased his own high with rigorous thrusts that made you keen against his flush skin.

"Shit- oh, fuck- so good, cherry." He grunted, gripping your backside as his hips pistoned up into yours, quickly reaching his high. A guttural moan vibrating through his chest when he filled you with hot spurts of his release.

His hands stayed on you until you were out of his reach to turn off the camera, looking over his blissed out form one last time as he felt for the edge of the plastic face covering.

"Holy fuck..." He panted, almost ripping the mask from his face. "Good?" You giggled, slipping on one of his shirts that was on your dresser as he sat up. "Great, best ever." Bucky chuckled, eyes wandering down to where the tops of your inner thighs glistened from his spend leaking onto them before the hem of the shirt blocked the view.

"Beat you to the shower." You grinned, squinting your eyes at him as you backed towards the door. "That's not f- wait!" He called when you slipped out of the room, standing to follow after you.

"I wasn't paying attention, that wasn't fair." Bucky pointed a finger at you with a frown that made you laugh lightly. "Better luck next time."

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The next morning went as normal, Bucky left for work after breakfast, you took a trip to the grocery store. Only this time, you came back with something to talk to Bucky about.

He gave you a bright smile when he walked in the door, long legs carrying him over to where you were on the couch before he swiped the remote from your lap.

"Buck, I need to talk to you." You sighed, turning in your seat to face him. "'Bout what, cherry?" He said, shifting to be more comfortable as his knees parted more. "I, uh, I have a date next week so... I'm gonna do the next video solo." You nodded.

Bucky felt a pang in his heart, he promised everything was purely for videos, but he couldn't help the sliver of jealously that tainted his veins. "Does that mean- we're not gonna film together anymore?" He asked quietly, muting the TV so you had his full attention.

You sucked in a sharp breath and shrugged your shoulders. A part of you wanted to say no to the man at the store who asked you on a date, but he was nice and handsome.

"I don't know. This guy seems nice and all but, it was more of a- I don't want to decline your invitation because you're sweet, so one date won't hurt." You said, looking at where you hands were tugging a string on the couch cushion. "And you don't want to feel guilty about having sex with someone else days before the date. I understand." Bucky nodded his head, giving you a sweet smile.

"Thanks, Bucky." You mumbled, patting his leg before scooting closer. "Who is it?" He said, narrowing his eyes at you and hoping it didn't seem like a 'who's replacing me' type of question. "Cashier at the supermarket."

"He is pretty nice. Gives me extra coupons when I go." Bucky said, scrunching his nose up. "You're not mad, are you?"

He quickly shook his head and gave another smile as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. "Of course not, all for the videos, remember?"

Chewing the inside of your cheek, you leaned further into his side. "Yeah... for the videos."

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soldat-buck · 6 years

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*bolts upright from a dead sleep*

*is instantly too angry to fall back asleep*

yes, I'm pretty sure this is a perfectly healthy response to watching a movie

Also, I posted the final chapter of Stuck 4 Dead like two weeks ago, but after watching infinity war, I need to go and rage-tweak the ending because go eat an entire buffet of dicks marvel

#soldat buck says something #stuck 4 dead #honestly I'm mostly pissed about enjoying my Russian popsicle for only about five minutes #like if he's about to be a main character you'd think they'd give him more than 300 seconds of screen time

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starkerwhoops · 2 years

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The Way Things Change

Bucky had been off for months. He used to be such a kind man, but Peter watched as his persona became something unrecognizable. He kicked Peter out of his rooms most nights, leaving him to stay up in Tony’s lab to get his mind off things. He didn’t like the space being created, but by Buckys account, he didnt have a choice.

After a particularlly rough sparring session, Peter realized he’d had enough.

“What the fuck was that Buck?” he called out as Buck nearly slammed the door in his face.

“What was what Peter?”

“That! You didn’t need to body slam me in front of everyone! I wasn’t even looking, that was a completely unfai-“

“Well hopefully you’ll learn from that. People don’t fight fair. Especially when they’re stronger than you.” Bucky didn’t even bother looking at him. Just slowly unwrapping the tape from his hand.

“What do you mean stronger than-“

Bucky sighed, “You know what I mean.” Peter felt his heart drop to his stomach. He didn’t feel the need to flex his super strength every chance he got, but was Bucky really implying that Peter was that much weaker than him?

“We’ve been needing to have this conversation for a while. You know that.” Peter didn’t know shit. “Don’t make me say it.”

Peter laughed bitterly, “You’re going to have to spell it out for me Buck.”

Bucky finally looked up at him, eyes filled with something Peter couldn’t recognize. “I think we need a break. These last couple months…Peter your just a kid, I need something more, someone stronger.”

Peter waited for the cameras, hoping this was a big joke he wasn’t in on. “You have to be fucking kidding me. Is that what this is? About my age? My strength?” Peter’s eyes filled with tears, “But I love you… I-I’ve been with you through everything-“

“And your an idiot for it. I can’t let you make a fool of yourself anymore. You staying with me is only proof of your weakness, of how naive you are. Go cry to Tony-oh don’t give me that look, you know he’s in love with you. You think he’s just that nice? Whatever,” He sighed,”Like. I said, this is over.”

Peter stepped in front of the door before he could grab the handle. “Bucky! You aren’t leaving. You owe me an explanation.“

“I don’t owe you shit. If you think what happened in there was unfair, wait until your fighting the soilder.” Bucky sneered.

“So that’s what this is about.” His voice held a confidence he was sure he didn’t have “I’m not a civilian Buck, whatever you dish out, I can handle.”

Buckys stare was scrutinizing, alayzing the way Peter tried to maintain his composure. “You think whatever that spider did to you is enough? He’s been trained for decades Peter, he’s a machine.” This was a conversation for someone who had never seen soldat in action; Peter had, so how could he truly belive anything he did would stop Bucky from ripping his head off if ordered to?

“We’ve fought before…”

“You didn’t fight Him. With the right orders, He’d destroy you, I’d destroy you.” Bucky inched closer, watching Peter shrink beneath his large frame. It was a threatning tactic he’d used for decades. Even as Bucky, the soilder seemed to seep through.

“Bucky stop, your scaring me.”

“This is what you wanted right? You can fight Him right?” Buckys metal arm wrapped around Peters neck, lifting him off the ground until his feet barely touched the floor. “Fight back Peter.” Deep down Bucky wanted Peter to put a hole through his chest; Tell him he’d kill him if he ever pulled some shit like that again. Bucky wanted nothing more than for Peter to prove him wrong.

Peter stared into Buckys eyes, looking for the man he’d fallen in love with but he was no where to be found. He searched for the soilders blank stare but couldn’t find that either. Peter had never met the man before him, and he wasn’t sure why that scared him more. Bucky was safe right? Even the most dangerous parts of him.

Bucky slammed Peter out of his thoguhts and back into the locked door behind him. “Fight back!” But Peter didn’t want to. He knew he would never have to, so what was the point of proving it here?

“Fight back, Peter!” Bucky screamed, eyes wild and desperate. Bucky needed to show him, needed to make him see he was dangerous- too dangerous even when he wasnt the soilder. If Peter couldnt fight him now, he’d stand no chance against soldat. He needed Peter to know, that was more important than anything; More important than the fact that Bucky was doing this to protect Peter.

Peter’s eyes began to water, and despite his best attempts, his body fought Bucky for oxygen.

Kicking and clawing at Bucky was like fighting a brick wall. His nails seemed to break against the vibranium. Any attempts to kick Bucky were futile, his arms being so long his body was just out of reach. The longer Bucky played this game, the more dangerous it got, but Peter was too stubborn to let him go.

The tracking bracelet Tony Stark gave him weighed heavy on his wrist. He knew one press of a button or his vital signs getting too low (whichever came first) and Tony would be there. God forbid he found Peter in Buckys hand like nothing more than a rag doll.

He just needed to hold out a little longer, to prove to Bucky that he could handle this-handle him, even at his worst.

The seconds that passed felt like hours for Peter. The pure strength in Buckys one arm was overwhelming, making him dizzy with the thought that Bucky could crush his windpipe. Then the realization that Bucky wanted to. The lack of oxygen let him work himself into a frenzy, fear riddling his bones.

“Bucky-Buck- Stop, Bucky.” Peter tried, but Bucky felt himself begin to take a backseat. The way his body took over, felt like he was being lulled to sleep. Somewhere deep down, he knew a few minutes longer and even Peters powers wouldn’t save him, but soldat knew that too, and his arm locked in place at the thought.

“James!”

Bucky threw him down. Reality hitting him like a truck. As he felt himself come back into his body. The soilder was so close, so close to coming back. Bucky felt guilt surge through his blood, Bucky had wanted soldat to take over.

Peter wheezed, trying to calm the fire in his lungs.

Bucky stared in shock, unable to speak.

“I-Im sorry Peter i-“

Peter ran his hands over the tender skin on his neck, “Don’t touch me Bucky. I swear to god you come any closer I will rip your head off.” Every breath feuled a fire Peter had spent so long keeping out.

Bucky backed away, “I’m sorry…”

“You have all the help you need, you know theres no therapy, no treatment Tony couldnt get you. You could get help if you wanted to, but your so busy nursing your misery to even notice. Your paying for crimes you know you didn’t commit.”

“That’s not fair Peter. It was still my body-“

“You were mine too!” Peters voice still too weak to carry the weight of his words. “You think you being the soilder only hurts you? Like I’m not there when he appears in the middle of the night asking for orders, like he hasn’t-Like I don’t wake up the next day with you knowing i’ll never be able to tell you the things he does. You don’t get to do those things to me and then walk away like I can’t handle it.”

Bucky didn’t understand, he swore he hasn’t been soldat for months. That only proved him right; he was too dangerous for Peter and he feared he may always be. He was never under control, he’d end up killing Peter one day.

Peters next words were so quiet Bucky wouldnt have heard them without his super hearing, “Tony was right about you.” Buckys brow furrowed at the thoguht of peter and tont discussinf him while he wasnt there.

“What?”

Peters face twisted into a grimace as his voice scratched agaisnt tbr confines of his throat. “You love being miserable more than you have ever loved me. Bucky you can blame the soilder all you want, but you did this.”

Peters small frame didnt hide the way his body sagged with exhaustion. He stood slowly, a hand outstretched to keep Bucky at a distance while he packed any clothes he found on the floor into his suitcase. “I’m stronger than you think.” He said, voice coming back while the bruises on his neck already started fading, “I’ve lifted buildings, fought super soilders, monsters- things you didnt know existed until a few months ago. I choose not to fight you Bucky, even when I should, even when its him. I like to let you think that you protect me, as if I’m incapable of doing it myself. Not because I need to, but because I can see the difference a purpose makes in you. And maybe your right- maybe Tony is too nice to just want to be friends, but at least when I pretend i’m too fragile, like i’ll break- he takes it as a compliment, glad im comfortable enough to let my gaurd down. At least he doesn’t see my comfort, my love as a threat.”

“You love him?” Maybe this was good, maybe Peter wouldn’t be alone for long.

Peter stopped, staring into Buckys eyes like that would change the words that just came out of his mouth. “Thats what your worried about?” He laughed, “James you- asshole.”

“Do. You. Love. Him.” His silence was enough of an answer, “I knew it.”

“Bucky you aren’t even hearing yourself. I’m not doing this. I-I wanted nothing more than to love you. To help you, to get you out of wherever your head is at but you -you love it there. I’m not going to fight you. I hope I never have to. But you do something like that again- I will end you, soldat or not.”

“Is that a threat?” Bucky was unclear what to make of it.

Peter walked to Bucky calmly. His brusies where gone almost as fast as they appeared. “You let me know when you stop seeing your boyfriend as a threat.” Peter shouldered his bag,opening the door to leave.

“Peter- Peter wait-“ Bucky needed to kiss him, hold him one more time before he slipped out of his fingers.

“Like you said James, this is over.” Bucky had never flinched harder than when the door slammed in his face.

The immediate silence nearly killed Bucky. Heartbroken, sick, destroyed by what he had just done.

“Well done Soldat.” A voice came from behind him. Rumlow appearing out of the shadows. “I sure do hope he’s gone.”

“He is.” Bucky turned to face Rumlow. If he didn’t think Rumlow would have guys on Peter, Bucky would have killed him where he stood.

Rumlow laughed, “I sure do hope so soilder, wouldn’t want him snooping where he doesn’t belong.”

“He won’t.” Bucky grumbled.

“Good. Now soldat, let’s get to work.”

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There were still moments of clarity between missons.

After months of being Hydra’s dog, sitting and playing and rolling over whenever they asked, he took the moments of clarity as a blessing- a break.

Bucky knew he’d never actually get Peter back, but he couldn’t help but watch what he’d never have.

He stared through the window as he watched Tony kiss along Peters neck while he worked.

Peter laughed, playfully pushing him before turning to kiss him. Tony pulled Peter away from the table, swaying them back and forth to music too faint to hear. Buckys heart ached at the sight. But it was still better than before.

Despite his strong words, Peter didn’t leave his bedroom in Tonys house for about a month after Bucky left. He sulked in bad TV shows and monster energy. He didn’t sleep much, and when he did he tossed and turned. Tony was there for all of it.

He’d watched them fall in love. Watched Peter eat in the living room instead of the bedroom floor. Tony had even gotten Peter to go to dinner with him.

Peter had been recluctant, but eventually Tony’s charm got the best of him.

He watched Peter test his limits. Tony conjuring up anything he could to strengthen the boy. Tony had created simulated fights with bad guys Bucky wasn’t even sure he could beat. Peter was right- he couldn’t have destroyed soldat months ago. Bucky wished he had let him. He wished Peter could have grown with him as much as he did with Tony.

He watched Peter cry in Tony’s arms when Bucky was declared dead. And he even heard Tony’s, “I love you, it’s okay, it’s okay.” And later he heard, “I won’t leave baby, I’ll never leave.”

Bucky knew watching like this was only hurting him, but he couldn’t help it. He liked to lie to himself, saying he was just making sure Peter wasn’t still stuck on finding him- or he was just making sure Peter ate today, or seeing how his training was going. But soldat knew the truth;Bucky missed Peter. In some twisted kind of mercy, soldat often allowed Bucky these moments after missons just to watch Peter.

Everytime Bucky was close to turning on Hydra, he remembered the video Rumlow showed him. Snipets of Peter changing in his room, or eating dinner with May, and the worst- a video where his own vibranium arm held a knife out to Peter’s throat while he slept, just waiting for the orders. They had used his love for Peter against him, threatened to have soldat do unspeakable things to the boy if he didn’t comply. Bucky didn’t have a choice.

He sighed as Tony twirled Peter around, kissing him softly.

“Soldat, come in.” He heard in his ear peice, “We’ve got somewhere else to be, where are you?”

“Finishing up, I’ll be there soon.”

Hey lmk if you guys liked it i think i could make this a series. ❤️❤️

#original writing #bucky barnes #starker #sad bucky

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malum-forev · 3 years

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Galas, New Dates and Exes (Part 5)

Summary: Bucky and (Y/N) broke up and they see each other for the first time at one of Tony's parties. The only problem is, she has a new date.

Word Count: 2k

Author's Note: Hope you guys like this part! Please comment if you want to see another part!

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt. 5 Pt.6

Walking through the almost abandoned building, (y/n) was teamed up with Torres. He was an expert at gathering information. Wanda and Natasha were at the south side of the building and Steve and Sam were at the north entrance. Bucky was left roaming the inside, looking for potential intruders.

As they entered the control room, Torres started coughing.

“Allergies?” (Y/n) chuckled as she approached the spiderweb filled computers. She inserted the USB, seeing the screen come to life.

“It’s something else, I think something died in here.” Torres replied, looking all over the room.

A sudden gasp made (Y/n) turn around. “What is it?”

She walked over to where the soldier was standing, before them lied a dead rat with its left arm ripped off. On its neck hung a small paper with the writing: Добро пожаловать домой, Солдат

(Y/n) gulped before pressing on her earpiece. “Captain, it’s a trap. Get Bucky out of here.”

Torres looked at her confused. “What does that even mean?”

“Welcome home Soldat.” She said before running out of the room. Torres following her.

From outside the building, Steve received her message and immediately went in. “Bucky, Bucky where are you?”

He heard no reply. Looking down at his screen he saw that Bucky’s chip was on the third floor. They all rushed over to where he was but only saw the chip left behind with a trail of blood. “Shit.”

On the other side of the building, (Y/n) stormed into a room. Bucky was being held back by three men in masks, one man in front of him spitting out the words that would trigger the Winter Soldier. With one swift move she shot two of the three men holding her ex boyfriend back. They groaned before shooting back. The leader quickly fled and (Y/n) followed him, leaving Bucky and Torres fighting with the others.

(Y/n) followed him to the top of the building, where a helicopter was ready to take the leader. (Y/n) got closer to him, shots getting more and more precise, she was about to shoot the man in front of her until he turned around and lifted her off by the neck.

(Y/n)’s breath hitched, her arms trying to get a hold of anything. “You look stronger than you actually are.” He said, taking her hair with his other hand and pulling it back, exposing her neck. He took his knife and softly traced it back and forth from each side of (y/n)’s neck. “How easy would it be if I just killed you.”

“Take me!” Was one of the last things (Y/n) heard, the death grip the leader had on her neck making her vision and her hearing fuzzy. The only thing she could hear was her heart beat getting slower and slower.

The leader chuckled as he saw the entire team coming up to the helipad, he turned (y/n) still holding the knife to her neck. As he hopped on the helicopter, he turned to Bucky. “I’ll be back for you Soldat.”

With that, the leader fired a gunshot in (Y/n)’s back. Her body fell limp as the helicopter rose, leaving everyone gasping.

_._._._._

The next couple of days were blurry for (Y/n). She saw people gathered around her, burning white lights surrounding her. She heard a couple of voices saying her vitals were stabilizing before her vision went dark again.

“Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?” She heard Buck’s voice before she could actually open her eyes. She forced her eyelids to open, those same white lights making her groan. She couldn’t actually get a sound out, her throat dried out.

“Hey handsome, what are you doing here.” She croaked out, trying to get up from the uncomfortable bed.

Bucky’s eyes widened and he quickly stood up. “Nurse! I need a nurse now!” He yelled.

Two nurses came running into the room, checking all of her vitals. “Okay Ms. (y/l/n) please take big breath in, and out.”

After a few tests, (y/n) was getting tired. “Look, I’m alive, can we just stop this?”

“Yes, we’re done. In a couple of hours, we’ll get you over to our imaging center to get an MRI. But for now, please get some rest.” One of the nurse’s told her and she nodded, resting her head back on the pillows.

“Could I get some water or something.” (Y/n) said wincing as she touched her neck, the nurses nodded again and left the room.

“You scared me back there.” Bucky said, pulling his chair closer to her bed. His eyes burning as the tears threatened to escape. “I thought I lost you.”

“You can’t get rid of me that easy.” (Y/n) tried to chuckle, the pain coming back.

“The pain I felt when we, we ended things. I thought that was the most I could ever feel. It wasn’t like when I was being tested on, that was physical pain. You get used to it, you get used to hearing your bones crack and your muscles tear. But this, these past few days. I felt it here.” Bucky said taking her soft hand and placing it over his heart. “I can’t do this again. I don’t want to ever feel that way. I don’t think I’ll make it.”

“Buck, this is my job. I cant just leave it.” (Y/n) tried to say, feeling the medicine rush through her veins, making her close her eyes.

“We’ll talk about this later. Get some rest, doll.” Bucky sighed, placing a kiss on her temple.

“Buck, please, please don’t leave.” She managed to whisper.

“I’ll never leave.”

_._._._._

“I have a surprise for you back on the jet.” (Y/n) whispered as she walked alongside her boyfriend, gun in hand.

“Oh yeah?” He questioned with a light laugh. “Am I going to like it?”

“Hmmm, I think you’ll grow to love it.” (Y/n) replied, biting the inside of her cheek as she remembered where she hid the pregnancy test. They were on a mission, looking out for Sam as he gathered the samples of the super soldier serum. Cap had sent the three of them out, thinking the mission was going to be easy. After all, they were his three best soldiers.

What he hadn’t realized was that the mission was destined to fail. Two super soldiers had come up to the couple, they were stronger and quicker than Bucky and (y/n).

One of the super soldiers punched (Y/n), thinking he had knocked her out, before going straight for Bucky. He was already receiving kicks in the stomach, not being able to stand up. They were going to kill him.

Before Bucky could react, (Y/n) ran and got on the super soldier’s back trying to distract him from her boyfriend. Bucky managed to get up an defend himself.

“Watch out!” Bucky yelled but it was too late, the super soldier managed to get (y/n) off his back, throwing her across the room. She was thrown against some metal poles that were behind her knocking her out. It was like everything went silent and the only thing he could hear were her bones cracking as she crashed. Bucky’s vision was blurred, the only thing he cared about was killing everyone in front of him, hurting everyone that stood in his way.

The next day, as (Y/n) left the hospital with only a dislocated shoulder, she was met by Steve.

“(Y/n),” He said looking down at the floor. “I’m taking you off the team.”

She looked up at the captain in disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“You’re too big of a liability for us, you only put us in danger.” Steve said, pain lacing his voice.

“This must be a joke. I dedicate my life to protecting everyone and now I’m the liability?!” She yelled. “It’s a fucking dislocated shoulder.”

“You don’t have anything to protect yourself, putting us in danger.” Steve tried to reason. “Bucky made me realize it. We all have our things, you know? We have the serum, Sam has his wings, Wanda-“

“Bucky said this?” As she saw Steve answer her question, she felt a shock in her chest. “If that’s the only reason, then why isn’t Natasha being left behind either?”

“That’s not fair.” Steve started. “You know she-“

“Yeah, I know you and her have some kind of weird wet dreams about each other. But she doesn’t have powers either. Why am I the only one being reprimanded!”

“(Y/n),” Steve’s tone started getting more and more serious as he saw people gather around the two of them. “Bucky and I have already made our decision.”

“So now that the two of you have self-appointed yourselves as my guardians, you think you can make this decision?” (Y/n) yelled. “But when I was risking my fucking life for you two, it was fine! No one cared that I was taking my last fucking breath when I was saving Captain America’s precious life. This is bullshit.”

“We’re only doing this because we care.” She heard Bucky say from behind her, as she turned around he saw the fire building up in her eyes.

“If you really cared about me, you wouldn’t be doing this.” She said, it was like knives were coming out of her mouth with every word she said.

“I want us to live the life we’ve always dreamed of.” Bucky whispered, trying to take her hand in his but she quickly slapped it away.

“No, you just want my life to fit into your fucked up puzzle.” She replied, tears rushing down her face. “You’re ruining my life to get what you want.”

“Look, (Y/n), we already made our decision. Tony has your file on his desk and will approve it in a couple of hours.” Steve said.

“Fuck, you.” She said to Steve.

“(Y/n) don’t do this. Don’t act like this, you know I’m only doing this because I love you.” It was like the words sputtering out of Bucky’s mouth opened a wound in (y/n)’s heart.

She turned around and saw Bucky’s face. A single tear rolling down his cheek. “This is my life you’re talking about. Every single day I put in the work, and you’re taking it away just because you don’t want to deal with the consequences.” She stepped closer to him. “Dont try to say that you’re doing this because you love me. If you actually did, you would know that this isn’t what I want.”

Bucky shook his head tying to explain, seeing his relationship crumble in front of him.

“You turned out to be like every other guy. You wanted me, but as soon as things got complicated you just turn around and dump me. Like I’m some sort of expired good. I’m a person, not some sort of trophy you get to show off.” She said. “So if this is your decision, just know that youll never see me again.”

“Im sorry doll, I really want there to be another way.” Bucky said, looking down.

“So this is it, huh.” She huffed, turning around to get one last look at him. “You really had me fooled. I thought you were different. But you just turned out to be like every other fucker out there. I just want you to know, that if this actually happens, and I’m never on the field again; it wasn’t the right decision, and when you’re out there, hearing your heartbeat for the last time. You’re going to wish I was there to save your asses.”

(Y/n) woke up with a loud gasp, shaking as she relieved her darkest memory.

“What the fuck is this?” Bucky snapped.

“What? I, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She said, trying to look over the file Bucky had thrown on her lap.

“We were going to have a kid?!” He yelled.

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oh i most DEFINETLY need c!bucky x reader making a sex tape

I need that too😩 thank you for this request, bestie✨

word count: 3.2k

warnings: smut, dirty talk, sex on film, finger sucking, slight spitting, squirting, fingering, slight masturbation f and m

tags: @bucky-soldat @thewritingdoll @meetmeatyourworst @sparksforkoo @fuckandfluff @buckydaddy @harrysthiccthighss @bemine-bucky @greeneyedblondie44 @stucky-my-ship

a/n: This contains slight feels because I couldn’t resist a sweet tone before the raunchiness and after.🙈

Meeting Bucky in college is one of the highlights of your life. The moment you laid your eyes on him, you knew you were gone, lost in the sea of blue that sparkles with mischief. His smile, his laugh, his utter presence is enough to make you feel overwhelmingly infatuated. And he’s just as hooked on you as you are him.

You give him a high that every drug he’s tried couldn’t compare to. You’re so kind, sweet, innocent. But, Bucky knows you better than anyone and he found out real quick that the doe eyed look, the sugar coated tone, the cute pinks and pastels that adorned your sinfully curved body weren’t the extent of you.

You’re a vixen. Craving sex just as much as him. It started one night in your dorm, lazily watching a movie with wandering hands and soft touches. You two didn’t fuck, no, he made love to you. Cherishing the way your warm walls sucked him in, the way he felt your soft breath on his neck each time he filled you to the brim, brushing that sensitive spot inside over and over again. Bucky poured every ounce of passion he has for you into those thrusts that night.

Each day you spend together, the closer you both become. Bucky’s your friend, your lover, your heart and you came to trust each other with anything and everything. The sex became more frequent and adventurous. He’s tied you up, slapped you, fucked you as if you were nothing but a doll for him to empty himself in. No matter if he’s rough and degrading, if he’s sweet and soft, you want every form of the pleasure only he can give you.

When he comes to you with an old school camcorder in hand asking if you would make a tape with him...how can you resist? The thought of being exposed to a lens for Bucky’s viewing pleasure has your core thrumming with anticipation. “Of course I will, Buck.”

You’re standing in the middle of the courtyard when he voices his idea to you. Students drift along around you, making their way to their next class not paying you two a bit of mind. He takes his lip between his teeth, trying to bite back a grin that’s trying to form. “Oh, baby. This will be so hot.” He groans, pulling you in by your waist.

Bucky brings his mouth to your ear. His warm breath breaks across your skin as he whispers, “You’re gonna look so beautiful for the camera as I pound that tight cunt.”

Heat breaks out along your body as he says the crude words. You playfully shove his firm body away from you. “Bucky, we’re in public,” you smile.

“Hasn’t stopped us before, sweets.”

You scoff at him. He’s right. The amount of times he’s taken you in the library and in every janitor's closet he can find is embarrassingly high. You always fall victim to his touch, no matter when or where. “Get to class, Barnes. I’ll meet you at your dorm later tonight, okay?”

“Sounds perfect.”

With a quick kiss goodbye, you watch as he makes his way to the history building with the bulky camera in his hand. It’s hard to tell where he found that thing. He’s always had a knack for vintage items. It’s very fitting of him to want to incorporate something like that in the bedroom. And you can’t wait to try it out.

~~~

Night settles over the campus. The dim sidewalk lights illuminate your path as you sneak over to Bucky’s dorm. You always take the back entrance with the key your conniving boyfriend somehow got his hands on. Bucky has the key to your dorm as well, each of you taking turns during the week visiting one another.

As you make your way up the stairs to his floor, you can already feel arousal strumming through you. You’re excited to create something so debauched with him. You have a suspicion that Bucky doesn’t want this tape to be gentle and loving tonight. Which makes you all the more needy and wet at the prospect of being fucked.

Knocking on his door gently, you wait for his answer. You hear shuffling before the ugly wooden door swings open revealing a practically naked Bucky. He’s wearing nothing but tight black boxer briefs that cut off above his mid thigh. It’s moments like these that he leaves you utterly breathless. His lean body stares back at you, beckoning you to run your hands over the expanse of his abs, his chest. You just want to sink your teeth into those thighs. Wrap your mouth around that slight tint straining against the fabric.

“How many times have I told you not to knock? My place is your place.”

His voice brings you back from your wondering thoughts. “Buck, you know I don’t want to just barge in here unannounced.” You say, walking past him and into the small dorm. His smell envelopes you and settles so deep in you, you swear you can feel it in your bones. Warm notes of amber and a slightly citrus aroma is what makes Bucky, Bucky. You’ll never get enough of his scent. He’s compelling in every sense of the word.

His bed is bare. Nothing but a mattress sits on the wooden frame. You quickly see where all the blankets and pillows went. There, across the room, sits his comforter and throws on the floor, meticulously placed with care to look inviting. His pillows are propped up against the wall creating a little cove hidden in the low light of his lamp. A makeshift tripod compiled of books sits at the end of the comforter near his TV stand with the camcorder opened and ready sitting on top of his world history textbook.

You feel him slip his arms around your waist, pulling you into his warm body. Bucky dips his head down to your ear. “You can’t really do much in a twin bed. Figured if I was gonna make a sex tape with my beautiful girl...I’d need all the room I can get.” You lean into him, appreciating the thought.

Bucky always plans ahead when it comes to you. He wants nothing but the best for you. He can’t wait to graduate college, get his degree and give you the life you deserve. A life where he gets to fuck you in a king sized bed instead of the stiff twin beds in your dorms and, in this case, the floor he desperately tried to make comfortable.

“It looks lovely. Leagues better than these dumb beds.” You tell him as you turn in his grasp. Leaning in, you take his lips with your own, slowly moving in time with each other before he deepens it. The feel of his tongue against yours has your panties dampening. Each lick into your mouth has you chasing more of his taste.

You kick off your sneakers as he pulls your sweats down, not once breaking the kiss until he pulls away to get your tee over your head. Bucky’s chest seizes. You look heavenly with your naked breasts bared to him, with your white panties adorning a tiny pink bow accentuating your mound and hips and your little white ankle socks.

Your beauty is something he only witnesses when he watches the rain, when he looks at a field of flowers, when he glances up at the night sky and sees the twinkling stars above. It causes him to pause and wonder how God created something so painfully intricate that makes his heart stop and makes all his thoughts cease to exist as fascination takes its place.

You watch as Bucky takes you in with a slack jaw and a glaze in his eyes. Just barely above a whisper he chokes out, “You’re beautiful.”

He tells you millions of times how attractive you are and shows you his love just as many times. But, this. This seems heavier. Those two words have a weight of longing to them, a weight of pure awe and admiration. Your love for him just grew, something you thought would be impossible because Bucky Barnes is perfect in all aspects of life.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you, my pretty girl.”

His words hold a sick promise as he leads you down to the floor on the bed of blankets. He props himself against the wall and beckons you to join him. You situate yourself between his firm thighs, feeling the hardness of his dick against the small of your back. You lean into him as he pulls your hair to the side, giving him perfect access to latch onto your neck.

“Take off your panties,” he whispers against your flesh. His mouth licks and sucks at every part of your heated skin he can get to.

You roll the sticky fabric down your legs as you eye the camera placed directly in front of the both of you. When you fully peel your underwear off, Bucky’s legs twine with yours, pulling you apart and spreading you open for the lens. “Spit on your cunt. Get her nice and wet for me.”

Oh God. His instructions cause you to clench around nothing. You bend your head down to spit towards your pussy, watching as the saliva slowly trails over your mound and down over your lips. Leaning back against him, Bucky emits a groan as you see his hand slide down your body, creating little goose bumps along the expanse of your skin before his fingers dip down to your core. You moan at the feel of his fingers rubbing slowly and purposely over your swollen clit.

With each twist of his wrist, you’re whimpering, chasing his movements with your hips. Heat takes you over, sparking at the base of your spine before inching its way towards your neck as his friction gets a little rougher. Suddenly, his fingers breach your opening, the middle and ring giving you a delicious stretch. Each drag against your walls has your thighs trembling from the sheer pleasure.

Bucky grasps your face with his free hand and angles your head to the camcorder. “Keep your eyes on the camera, baby. Want you to fall apart for it. Can you do that?”

A strangled, yes leaves your lips as you bask in the ecstasy he’s bringing you. His grip keeps you in place as he takes you apart. The thrusts of his fingers become harsher, more frantic as wetness spills from your drenched center, causing obscene noises to bounce off the walls.

You can’t run from his assault, he’s got you pinned against him fully, one hand buried in your pussy while the other holds a vice-like grip on your cheeks. His mouth continues to work over your neck, biting and sucking as he brings you closer and closer to your impending climax. You’ve never been so worked up and this orgasm is starting to feel vastly different than the others.

“Bucky,” you cry, “Bucky, stop. I can’t. It’s too much.”

“How are you gonna take my cock when you can’t even take my fingers? Just let go, baby.”

The pressure is building with each thrust of his hand. His pace gets rougher causing your chest to bounce violently and cries to escape your throat. You’re shaking, abdomen pulling taut as his fingers hit that spot inside you just right and that pressure releases, forcing your eyes to roll in the back of your head.

Bucky watches in awe as you squirt for him, trembling in his hold as the clear liquid seeps from your abused cunt. “Oh, fuck. Look at that. My girl’s a squirter.” He says against your neck, but he knows you probably can’t understand anything he utters to you at the moment.

He rubs his hand along the length of your drenched heat, soothing you from your intense high. Tremors wrack your body with each pass of his hand over your swollen bud. Your head rolls to the side on Bucky’s shoulder as he peppers kisses all along the side of your throat and face.

He brings his wet digits to your mouth, rubbing them along your bottom lip before you open and take them between your lips. You lick and suck, tasting your juices on his soft skin. He fucks your mouth with his fingers, watching as you take them down your throat, gagging slightly. It causes his dick to twitch as he feels the sweet suction of your mouth.

He takes them out, already missing the feeling of your tongue dancing along the pads of his fingers. “You’ve been keeping that hidden from me?” He chuckles near your ear, causing a smile to break across your blissed out expression.

“I didn’t even know I could do that...those hands of yours work wonders.”

“Mmm. That they do. You got one more for me, pretty girl?”

Are you capable of cumming again? You honestly don't know. Every nerve feels shot, your head hazy with Bucky invading all of your senses. But, with him, you know you won’t last long when he buries himself inside you. He’s too good at sex, too good at making you feel whole and sated. You don't know if it’s him, or if it's you and how infatuated you are with him that makes him talented in the sheets. Whatever the case, cumming will always be in your foreseeable future. No matter if you think you can or not.

“Yes,” you breathe, “want to feel you in me.”

Bucky lays you down sideways, making sure you’re both angular to the lens before he discards his boxers. He's impossibly hard, an ache settles in the pit of his stomach as he takes in your body beneath his. Your cunt is puffy, thighs shining with your arousal, the blankets are soaked under your form. You’re gorgeous when you cum for him, submit to him and give him your pleasure.

You watch as he moves his hand languidly over his shaft, his tip red and leaking, veins straining against the soft skin. His mouth hangs agape as your hands move to grasp your breasts, pushing and pulling them together to give him a little show. Bucky groans as you continue to play with your full chest. He can’t take anymore of the foreplay, he needs you wrapped around him.

He taps your clit a few times with his swollen head, causing you to let out a squeal and shake with each light smack. It doesn’t take much to get his cock wet, no. Your pussy is practically crying, begging for him to give her that stretch she needs.

Bucky lines himself up to your entrance. He takes his sweet time entering you, watching intently as you try to accommodate his length, basking in the huffs of frustration because you just need him to fill you to the hilt. You’re squeezing him so tight. He can’t believe how wet you are. He believes you enjoy this little camera idea a little too much. Filthy girl. His filthy girl.

“Buck...move. Please,” you pant.

With a slow roll of the hips, he’s pulling himself out before plunging back into you with a pointed thrust that sends you jolting back. “Fuck, just like that,” you tell him. He continues the gentle movements with the rough snaps of his hips that have you gasping and clinging on to him. You keen with each stroke, your hands make their way down towards his ass, gripping and shoving him deeper inside you.

Bucky pulls back to unhook your legs from his waist. He grabs the backs of your knees, folding your legs back slightly so he gets a good look at where you’re connected. Sitting on his knees, he starts a punishing pace. The angle he has you at, you can’t move away from his onslaught. His fucking you with vigor, his grunts filling the space around you.

“Such a pretty pussy. Always look so good stuffed with my cock, baby.”

Your toes start to curl, legs aching from his hold and from their suspension in the air. As he continues his erratic pace, your climax grows with each pointed thrust that hits a spot inside you only he can reach. Out of nowhere, he halts his movements and pulls out of you.

“Bucky,” you whine. You need him back inside you to dim the ever growing heat.

“Hold on, sweets. Don’t worry, you’ll have your cock and cum on it too.”

You eye him as he leans over to grab the camcorder. He’s holding it in his hands now, angling it to point at your mound. He slides in you once more, filling you up immediately, giving you that full feeling you so desperately need.

Leaning back on his knees, he tells you, “Ride my dick, baby. Fuck yourself.”

A moan escapes you. You do as he said. Using your heels as leverage, you start to move yourself up and down on his thick shaft as he sits perched on his knees and records the scene unfolding before his eyes. “Yeah, just like that. Want you to cum like this. Wanna feel those wet walls pulse.”

Your hand goes down to circle your clit much to Bucky’s pleasure. He loves watching you get yourself off, especially filled full with his leaking cock. Your arousal slides down to his heavy balls. This is torture, for him and you. But, he knows watching you fall apart while using him will be worth it and you know that this orgasm is going to tear through you.

It’s too erotic. Using him to get yourself off while he sits and watches through that square screen. It has you quickening your movements. You’re unhinged as you hump against him, swirling fingers aiding in bringing you to your peak. The coil is tightening with each buck of your hips, winding up until you're shaking. You pull taut as you sink down on him, filling yourself up as your orgasm courses through your body. Tears swell in your eyes as the intense high takes over.

Bucky can’t handle this anymore. The feel of your walls fluttering around him, like a constant heartbeat, almost makes him spill his seed into you right then. He tosses the camcorder to the side, not caring to capture anymore footage for the night. He braces his hands above your head and starts to rut into you fiercely, chasing his climax.

Now it’s you who let’s him use your body for his pleasure. You lay pliant underneath him as he buries his face into your neck, biting into you to muffle his cries of pleasure as you feel warmness fill up your sore, overworked pussy. You rub his damp back, letting him relax against you as he empties himself.

You hold him to you, enjoying the feel of his weight pinning you to the floor as you both try to catch your breaths. “You did so good for me,” Bucky whispers. He pushes your hair off your face before kissing your lips. It’s slow and sloppy, all tongue and no effort. He pulls out off you and watches as his cum leaks out of your center.

“I’ll never get tired of filling you up.” He groans as he moves to get you a cloth to clean you up.

You lay there and stare at the ceiling for a moment before he returns, pressing the warm hand towel against you, ridding you of his spend. It’s a shame really. You want to stay filled with him. He picks you up and carries you to the mattress. Placing you down on the less than comfortable twin bed, he goes to his closet again to retrieve a spare blanket.

“Luckily, I have plenty of covers. Mom made sure of that.”

You smile as he climbs in the small bed with you. He presses you against his chest as the fuzzy blanket covers your naked forms. Even without pillows and a sheet, you feel yourself drifting off in Bucky’s embrace. He’s your source of contentment. Your beacon. Your everything. You don’t ever want to leave his side. Not when he’s this warm.

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