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Welcome To My Blog! I write for Bucky Barnes and Benjamin Poindexter as of right now. 18+ content, minors please do not interact! This acc is not really new at this point but I still apologize in advance if there’s not enough warnings! Requests are encouraged and appreciated! Please feel free to message me or give me ideas to write.

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Benjamin Poindexter Masterlist

Pairing: Benjamin Poindexter x F!Reader

Summary: Dex was tired of seeing how you were with Matt and took matters into his own hands.

Word Count: 1,693

Content Warnings/tags: Explicit sexual content, 18+ mdni, fem!reader, piv, dom! Dex, Poindexter x Reader, Dark Romance, Possessive Behavior, Obsessive Behavior, Jealousy, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Multiple Rounds, Praise Kink, Degradation, Overstimulation, Oral Fixation, fully consensual, lmk if i missed anything!

Notes: kinda ooc dex but whatever

Dex’s broad palm clamped over your mouth, muffling the filthy sounds of your moans so Matt wouldn’t come back and spoil all the fun. His cock was buried to the hilt, your walls fluttering and clenching around him while you stared up with wide, glassy eyes. His gaze stayed locked on where his thick cock stretched you open, sliding in and out of your wet, noisy cunt. He’d wanted this so for so long but was either too injured or Matt never left the two of you alone long enough.

Dex couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment it started. All he remembered was how fucking sweet you were. Over the past week, taking care of Dex had become part of your routine. After Karen tried shooting him, Matt had made you promise to keep an eye on him until he had healed enough to be left alone. More importantly, he trusted you to make sure Dex didn’t disappear until he was able to stand on his own two feet. You had agreed without hesitation. As far as you were concerned, this was a favor towards your beloved friend and helping people had always come as naturally to you as breathing.

Every morning you changed his bandages with careful hands, cleaned the wound, gave him his medication, and spoon fed him food since Matt made sure his hands were able to grab anything. You fussed over him whenever he tried sitting up or moving to much by himself too hard, gently guiding his back on the bed again despite the irritated looks he sent your way. You never seemed bothered by how quiet he was or how little he knew how to respond to kindness. You simply gave him a quick glance, adjusted his pillows, handed him a glass of water, and carried on as though caring for him was the easiest thing in the world.

Dex had never experienced anything quite like it.

At first, he convinced himself he only tolerated your attention because it made recovering easier. Then the days passed, and he found himself waiting for the sound of your footsteps in the hallway, watching the clock until you came back into the room, noticing every absent-minded brush of your fingers against his arm whenever you checked his temperature or changed another bandage. Somewhere along the way, your kindness stopped feeling temporary. It became something he craved. Something he began believing belonged to him and only him. 

Then Matt would stop by.

Usually he came just to check up on you making sure Dex didn’t try anything before asking how Dex was recovering, but sometimes he arrived with fresh bruises or split knuckles of his own. Without thinking, you would guide Matt into the kitchen, sit him down, and fuss over him with the exact same gentle patience. You cleaned the cuts on his face, pressed ice against forming bruises, scolded him for getting hurt again, and gave him soft smile. Dex never got a smile from you. How come Matt got one and not him?

Dex hated it.

He hated how naturally your attention shifted away from him. Hated the way Matt accepted your care like it was normal, like he had every right to it. Most of all, he hated realizing that the tenderness he had spent days quietly hoarding in his mind had never been his to begin with. It wasn’t special. You were simply just taking care of him. 

By the end of the week, Dex’s injuries had healed enough that Matt finally agreed it was time to let him go. He knew Dex still carried the need to balance the scales, to prove to himself that he wasn’t beyond redemption by doing one undeniably good deed. Matt couldn’t ignore that hope, no matter how fragile it was.

That chance came when an assassin broke into Governor McCaffrey’s home. Dex responded before anyone else could, killing the would-be assassin moments before he could carry out the attack. To everyone else, it was the act of a hero. To Matt, it was enough to believe Dex deserved another chance. So he let him walk away, unaware that the very first place Dex would go was your apartment.

Dex stood on the other side looking just uncomfortable enough to sell the lie, one hand pressed carefully against his side as he quietly claimed he’d reopened his wound. Concern washed over your face almost instantly. Without a second thought, you stepped aside and hurried him inside, already asking where it hurt and telling him to sit down before he made it worse.

You didn’t even consider the possibility that he was lying to you. You were too sweet for that. And Dex, selfish as he was, didn’t feel even the slightest bit guilty for taking advantage of it. All he could think about was having your hands on him again, your full attention fixed entirely on him, exactly where he believed it belonged. 

Dex’s eyes swept across the apartment lingering on the empty living room before they settled back on you. His gaze drifted toward the front door as he quietly asked where Matt was. You absentmindedly told him he’d just left, only a minute or two ago. Close enough that he was probably still somewhere outside the building, but far enough that he was no longer there. A small, almost imperceptible wave of relief settled over Dex before his attention returned entirely to you.

…

You couldn’t even remember how he got you into this position, on your bed, legs spread wide, begging him to go harder.

“D-Dex, please,” you whimpered, eyes rolling back. 

Everything felt filthy. His hands kept slipping on your sweaty hips, the wet slap of skin on skin only half-hidden under the sheets. 

“Harder, Dex—fuck—right there,” you pushed your hips up to meet every rough thrust while his fingers worked your clit.

“Say it again,” he growled against your ear, biting the lobe when your nails dug into his ass and dragged him deeper. “Fuck, sweetheart, you feel perfect. So goddamn tight.”

Your walls fluttered at the praise, shocked that a supposedly injured man could talk and move like this. He felt every squeeze and laughed under his breath, still covering most of your sounds with his hand. Then he shifted, leaned in close, and finally pulled his palm away so he could brush the damp hair off your face.

“Give me a little smile…” he ordered, eyes dark and blown. 

His rhythm turned slow and cruel, pulling out inch by inch so you felt every ridge, then slamming back in hard. Your tits bounced with the force. Your tongue lolled out as you gasped for the air he’d been denying you. Dex’s fingers gently pushed the edges of your lips up giving him a lopsided smile. He smiled and panted fucking you even harder. You locked your legs around his waist and let the sounds out. Dex moved his hand and stuck his fingers in your mouth making you suck them. 

“Look at you. Completely wrecked. Naughty little thing letting me back inside and ruining you. What happens if Matt walks back in?”

He sank his teeth into your shoulder just as he hit your sweet spot and you cried out.

“You’re not even trying to stay quiet. You want to get caught, don’t you? You know he can hear you from wherever the hell he is..” You couldn’t form a real answer. All you felt was the relentless drive of his cock, deeper than anything you’d taken before.

“N-no,” you managed, eyes squeezed shut while he squeezed your cheeks.

“I don’t Dex—I’m-oh—”

Your fists twisted in the sheets when he found that spot again and white flashed behind your eyes. He lowly chuckled at how easily you submitted, watching your pussy swallow him.

“Pretty little cunt wrapped around me”

He spread your lips with two fingers and sucked in a breath at the white cream already coating his cock. He snapped his hips harder when you just clung to his arm, panting. He dropped his head and sucked hard on your tits while your hands flew to his hair.

“Tell me how good it feels. Please..”

Your thighs burned from how hard he kept pushing into you. He didn’t ease up, just demanded more.

“So good, Dex! Too much—your cock’s too much—inside, please, I want—”

“You want me to fill you up?”

You nodded, too far gone to think straight. Dex bit down on your skin, cock already twitching. He shoved your legs wider, driving deeper with longer, heavier strokes. You sobbed into your pillow. Every hard snap of his hips shoved you up the bed. You thought he was done when his abs locked and he groaned, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside you. You clenched around him on instinct. He stayed buried, kissing you hard, fist tangled in your hair while both of you moaned into each other’s mouths.

“Dex…” you breathed, twitching from the overstimulation.

He smiled at how ruined you sounded. But one taste wasn’t enough. The image of you walking around taking care of Matt instead of him had something feral clawing at him. Before you could even try to push him off, he flipped you onto your stomach, yanked your ass up against his hips, and pressed your face into the pillows.

“Dex!” you gasped as the head of his still hard cock nudged your messy entrance.

“Just a little more for me please..”

The edge in his voice was darker now. He rubbed the tip through your folds, then sank in easy because you were still soaked and open. Both of you hissed.

“I’m not finished.”

His hand shoved the back of your head down until breathing got hard, and the way your walls fluttered tighter only made him meaner.

“Going to make you forget about him m’kay?”

He didn’t give you time to question him. He just drove into you harder than before, chasing the exact picture he wanted you ruined on your sheets, drooling and crying into the pillow. Dex was going to keep fucking you to oblivion so the only name on your mind was his.

“Going to make you mine..”

He’d gone completely feral, and nothing was stopping him.

Touch Starved!Dex who never really got affection growing up. Physical touch was always for a reason. Touch usually meant being corrected, restrained, examined, or getting pushed aside. Even after years of therapy, the military, and the FBI, physical contact never became something comforting. 

Touch Starved!Dex who instinctively stiffens whenever someone reaches for him. His shoulders lock before he even realizes he’s doing it, muscles bracing for impact out of pure habit. It wasn’t out of fear, more discomfort. 

Touch Starved!Dex who didn’t realize he liked being touched until he met and started dating you..

Touch Starved!Dex who never asks for affection because he doesn’t think it’s something he’s allowed to need. Instead, he quietly leans a little closer whenever you’re beside him, sitting on the couch, or standing just close enough that your arms occasionally brush. He tells himself it’s really nothing every single time.

Touch Starved!Dex who practically goes limp the first time you play with his hair. His eyes close before he can stop them, his breathing slows, and every bit of tension he’d been carrying for weeks simply drains away beneath your fingertips. It’s so natural that he doesn’t even realize what happened until you stop, leaving him staring at you with the smallest hint of confusion because he already misses it.

Touch Starved!Dex who slowly becomes addicted to holding your hand. At first it’s awkward, his fingers stiff and uncertain against yours, but before long he finds himself reaching for you without thinking. It isn’t possessiveness. He just likes the reassuring weight of your hand resting in his.

Touch Starved!Dex who sleeps better when you’re touching him somehow. Your hand on his chest. Your leg thrown over his. Even just your foot brushing against his under the blankets. He’ll never admit it, but if you roll too far away in your sleep, he’ll unconsciously move closer.

Touch Starved!Dex who starts finding excuses to touch you every chance he got. He just can’t help it! His arms wrapped around your waist, hand intertwined whenever he could, face buried in your neck. It was addictive. 

Touch Starved!Dex who whines and moans so sweetly every time you jerk him off. His hips stutter the second your hand wraps around him, breath catching sharp in his throat. He tries to stay quiet at first, biting down on the sounds, but they spill out anyway, soft, broken little noises that get higher the closer he gets. When he finally cums, it spills all over your fingers while his whole body shudders against you.

Touch Starved!Dex who refuses to look at you whenever you give him head. The second your mouth is on him his head tips back, eyes squeezed shut, one hand fisted in your hair. He can’t risk it. The wet heat of your tongue, the tight squeeze of your hand, it’s already too much for him! Looking at you would make him finish in seconds and he knows it, so he stays turned away, breathing hard through clenched teeth, fighting not to come the second you suck him deeper.

Touch Starved!Dex who eats you out like a pro and grinds against the mattress until he cums in his pants. Once he gets his mouth on you he doesn’t stop, slow, focused, desperate, like he’s starving for the taste. His hips roll against the bed the whole time just from the taste of you. By the time you’re shaking under his tongue he’s already soaked through his boxers, quiet broken sounds muffled against your skin as he finishes just from that.

Touch Starved!Dex who begs to fuck you and never lasts long. He sinks into you with a shaky breath and a whispered “please,” already close. A few deep thrusts later he’s apologizing under his breath, voice tight, warning you he’s not going to make it. He spills inside you with a low, helpless sound, then doesn’t pull away. Instead he stays buried deep catching his breath before using his perfect accuracy to get you off properly, determined to make up for finishing so fast.

Touch Starved!Dex who leaves you desperately begging for his cock to cum inside you. Every thrust is deliberate, angling just right until you’re shaking and clawing at his back. After he knows you’re satisfied, Dex lets go one last time with a broken groan burying himself and filling you completely. Thick, precise, and so deep you feel it for hours after.

Touch Starved!Dex who always cleans you up and takes care of you once you’re done. He’s gentle about it, wiping you down with slow, careful hands knowing you need it. Afterwards, he pulls you straight into his arms and tucks your head under his chin, locking his body around yours. He never skips the cuddling and needs the contact just as much as you do, quiet, warm, and unwilling to let go.

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“Just Hold Still…”-[1k< words]

Touch Starved!Dex

Pairing: Benjamin Poindexter x F!Reader

Summary: Dex loved taking photos of you

Word Count: 712

Content Warnings/tags: Explicit sexual content, 18+ mdni, fem!reader, piv, dom! Dex, Poindexter x Reader, Possessive, Obsessive Behavior, Photography, Consensual Recording/Filming, Voyeuristic Themes, Praise, Established Relationship, lmk if i missed anything!

Notes: I haven’t written in 7 months so excuse any grammar mistakes please :)

Dex had always documented everything. It wasn’t just for evidence or anything sentimental. He just liked having something to look back at. They preserved every little detail memories couldn’t be trusted to keep properly. Every image became another piece of a catalog only he understood, proof that something had existed exactly as it had been.

You were no exception to that. 

“Hold still,” he said quietly, camera already in his hand. “Spread a little wider for me sweetheart..”

The shutter clicked once.

Then again.

He had you out on full display. Body naked and flushed, legs spread wide open, and cunt dripping with his cum. Your pussy was coated in white, a stream pooling out of your abused hole. Your chest heaved with exhaustion as droplets of sweat trickled down your skin. It was only fair he took a picture of this pretty sight. 

You understood that he wanted to keep a part of you with him at all times. He was a busy man, away for long periods of time for work. His own flesh longed for you, but having these images surely helped with the pain. You laughed under your breath, the sound carrying more resignation than surprise.

“Dex,” you sighed, covering your face with one arm, “you promised it was only going to be one picture this time.”

“I know I’m sorry.”

But he wasn’t sorry. 

He didn’t look away from the screen. His gaze lingered over the display as he studied each frame with the same concentration he gave a firing range. Every photograph had to be right. Every angle mattered. Every expression belonged somewhere permanent before it disappeared. 

“One more.”

“You said that four pictures ago.”

The corner of his mouth twitched into something that almost qualified as a smile. “The lighting changed.”

You threw your head back and groaned, but you stayed exactly where you were. The camera had never just felt voyeuristic with him. It also felt… compulsive. As if losing the image would genuinely unsettle him in a way he didn’t want to test. Sometimes you wondered if the photographs were less about remembering you and more about convincing himself you had actually been there. 

The spill leaking down your legs was getting to be chilly, and your insides still ached for him. Dex stalked up to you like you were his prey and cupped your hip to lean you on your side. He slightly tucked your knees in to expose your puffy pussy. A low groan fell from his lips at the sight of his cum rolling down the back of your thighs and onto the sheets. His eyes darkened as he snapped a few more shots before carefully setting the camera to the side and crawling over you.

His cock dove into your folds with ease. A large hand lifted your thigh to lay over his hip while he ravaged you from the back, both of you lying on your sides. It was a bit hard to maneuver in the position, but Dex managed, finding a steady rhythm that had both of you in the throes of ecstasy. Your own hand reached back to grab at his hips to keep him in place while he fucked into your sweet spot with perfect precision. This made all those photo breaks worth it.

Soon, the two of you were both spent. Dex placed a small kiss on your head before getting up to clean you up. You watched him leave towards the bathroom before your eyes slowly drifted towards something else. 

On top of the nightstand was the camera propped up. 

Your eyebrows furrowed as you lazily sat up a bit and reached over grabbing it. It was recording. Dex walked out with a wet towel as you were turning it off. He saw your unamused expression and walked over gently taking the camera from you. He played the video he just took while sitting down on the bed. His hand moving some hair out of your face without taking his eyes away from the camera. 

“Well, you said you didn’t like all the pictures, so I thought I’d just record the whole thing.”

You smacked his back with a glare before tugging him down for a kiss. 

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The Perfume Incident-[2.8k words]

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: You are masturbating to your neighbor not knowing he’s doing the same thing to you

Word Count: 1,751

Content Warnings/tags: Explicit sexual content, 18+ mdni, fem!reader, mutual masturbating, little ooc Bucky, lmk if i missed anything!

It really wasn’t a big ask. Honestly, it was the only thing you cared about. You figured most people had preferences, paint colors, floor types, weird opinions about cabinet handles. You didn’t. You just wanted a window. A good one. Something that didn’t make you feel boxed in. That was the whole reason you picked this place. You’d spent years in apartments where the windows faced brick walls, alleys, or someone else’s kitchen sink. Always low floors. Always shadows. When you saw this listing, you didn’t think twice. A higher floor. Big windows. Light. That was enough.

You felt stupidly excited when you saw the bedroom photos. One entire wall was glass, stretching from floor to ceiling. It looked open. Airy. Like the kind of space where mornings felt softer and nights didn’t feel so lonely. You imagined sunlight pouring in, imagined lying in bed watching the city settle down after dark. You didn’t stop to question it. You didn’t check the angles or the layout. You didn’t notice that every unit had been photographed from the same perspective.

The building itself was shaped like a square, hollow in the middle. A shared courtyard. A pool no one really used. Some apartments faced outward, toward streets and rooftops. Others faced inward. Yours faced inward.

You realized it too late. You tried asking if there’d been a mistake, pointing out the photos, the listing. Management gave you a practiced smile and a rehearsed answer. Nothing changed. So you moved in anyway, carrying box after box up by yourself, frustration sitting heavy in your chest.

That night, you sat on your bare mattress, surrounded by half-open boxes, staring straight through that massive window, right into another row of apartments, uncomfortably close. You could see details you didn’t want to see. Furniture layouts. TV glow. People moving around their kitchens.

For the first few days, you kept the curtains closed almost all the time. It was easier than looking at what you hadn’t meant to sign up for. But eventually, the darkness got to you. The quiet. The lack of daylight. So you started opening them fully. 

That’s when you noticed it wasn’t all bad.

Most people kept their blinds shut, especially at night. Privacy, probably. Except for one apartment. The windows were always uncovered. Lights on. No effort made to hide.

And it sat directly across from yours.

He’s hard to miss. Even harder to ignore. Especially when he moves through his apartment at night, bathed in that soft, warm lighting while nearly every other window across the courtyard stays dark. The lights suit him in a way that feels unfair, casting shadows that make his build look even more defined than it already is. And you know that’s saying something, you’ve seen him outside the confines of his bedroom before. Your neighbor is… intriguing, to put it lightly. From what you’ve pieced together, he keeps strange hours and disappears for days at a time, sometimes longer. You’ve never properly met, but you’ve crossed paths in the lobby, exchanged looks at the rooftop bar more than once. Always brief. Always charged. You’ve also noticed the gloves. He wears one on the same hand every time, no matter the weather. On nights when sleep refuses to come, you leave your curtains open, staring past the glass at the glow of the city just beyond your line of sight. If you squint, you can sometimes catch a star or two fighting through the light pollution. Tonight is one of those nights. And then movement across the way pulls your attention back.

Restless and wide awake, you watch as he steps into his bedroom and begins to undress. The glove comes off first. He sets it carefully on the nightstand, movements unhurried. You lean closer before you can stop yourself. Is that… metal? Your breath catches, curiosity flaring. Then his jacket is gone, followed by his shoes. He unbuttons his shirt slowly, shrugging it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor like it doesn’t matter at all. Next, his hands move to his belt.

Your pulse kicks up. He’s far enough away that there’s no chance he can see into your darkened room, but close enough that you can make out the way the light traces every line of his back, the subtle flex of muscle as he moves. He unzips his fly, pushing his trousers down until they pool at his feet, revealing fitted black boxer briefs. Your core tightens involuntarily. He steps out of them, then bends to peel off his socks, one at a time. He’s not performing. Not posing. That’s what makes it worse. Better. He’s just existing in his space, completely unaware, or pretending to be, and it makes heat curl low in your stomach. Your hand slips beneath the covers without you consciously deciding to move, fingers finding familiar warmth as your eyes stay locked on the window across from you.

What’s next? You wonder absently. Maybe he sleeps naked. The thought makes your breath hitch. Then he turns and disappears through a doorway you assume leads to the bathroom. A full minute passes. The room across from you stays empty. You slow your movements, frustration creeping in, the moment slipping through your fingers. You’re just about to give up, to let sleep finally take you. 

Then he comes back into view.

His hand is wrapped around his cock, slow and lazy as he drags his fist along his growing erection like he’s got all the time in the world. That’s it. Any chance of sleep is gone. You’re wide awake now, fully invested, your fingers slipping back between your legs as you watch him touch himself like this is nothing. You don’t need binoculars to tell he’s big. The size of him is obvious even from here, thick and heavy as he pumps himself steadily. He laid back on the bed, eyes closed, jaw tight, working himself like privacy didn’t matter. There’s something filthy about it. Watching him like this, knowing he has no idea he’s being watched. No idea how badly he’s winding you up. How every slow drag of his hand is pulling a reaction from you.

Heat builds fast. You kick the covers off your bare body, skin slick with sweat as your fingers work faster, spreading your wetness over your swollen clit. You press and roll it, nerves buzzing, pleasure curling tight in your stomach. Your head tips back and a soft moan slips out as your fingers slide inside, curling just right, imagining that cock filling you instead. Stretching you. Fucking you senseless. You glance back up for another look. 

And freeze.

His eyes aren’t closed anymore.

He’s not on the bed.

He’s standing at the window.

Cock still in his hand.

And he’s looking straight at you.

Adrenaline slams through you, sharp and electric, heart kicking into overdrive. You go completely still, body locked up like you’ve been caught. Like prey that’s just been spotted. There’s no way he can see you. It’s too dark in your room.

…

Right?

You swallow, pulse racing, then decide to test it. Slowly, deliberately, you pull your fingers from your dripping cunt and bring them to your mouth. You lick them clean, eyes never leaving his, dragging it out, making it obscene on purpose.

A slow smirk spreads across his face.

And then he gives the smallest nod.

He can fucking see you..

Being caught is such a rush.

You thought watching him was hot, but this…this feels dangerous. Wrong in the best way. The darkness of your room makes you feel invisible, like you’re tucked safely away where only he can see you. Only he gets to watch you drag the last of your slick from your fingers with your mouth. Only he sees you slide to the edge of the bed, sinking down to the floor and spreading your legs wide for him. Only he’s allowed this view. The show you’re about to give. What you don’t know is that this isn’t the first time you’ve been on display.

He’s been watching you for a while now. Every careless change of clothes, every towel dropped to the floor, every night you touched yourself in the dark thinking no one could see. He noticed all of it. Memorized it. What started as curiosity turned into hunger, then obsession. He wants to know everything, how you feel, how you taste, what those soft little sounds you make turn into when you really let go. Tonight is the first time he’s come home and found your curtains open. Found you looking back. And he couldn’t be happier. Now he finally gets to introduce himself.

Being watched sends heat straight through you. You moan openly now, eyes locked on his hand as he strokes himself, slow and deliberate. Your fingers work faster, plunging into yourself while your other hand tugs at your stiff nipples. It’s filthy and mutual, both of you feeding off it, spiraling closer to the edge—

And then he turns away.

You gasp, confused, brows knitting together as you watch him grab his phone from the bed and unlock it. Seriously? That’s it?

He looks back up and you catch the silent laugh shaking his shoulders at the look on your face. He lifts the phone, wiggling it, then points at the screen. You barely register the gesture. All you can see is how his cock stays hard and proud even after he lets go of it. He knows exactly where your eyes are. He chuckles again, pats his thigh to get your attention, then points from you to the phone more insistently.

My phone?

You huff and grab it, sitting on the edge of the bed as you unlock the screen and hold it up toward him. What is he—

Your phone buzzes.

An AirDrop request.

You smirk. Clever.

You open it, revealing a screenshot of a note.

“Hey doll. You having fun?”

You giggle, glancing up and nodding at him.

Another AirDrop pops up.

“Want me to come over?”

Heat rushes to your face and you hesitate, then another one comes through.

“I can see you blushing.”

You look up and he’s watching you intently now, seated at the edge of his bed, hand wrapped around that thick, perfect cock.

There’s no denying it. You want him. Badly. You bite your lip and nod slowly. He grins and starts typing immediately.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: Bucky has been feeling a little insecure about his body and you cheer him up.

Word Count: 2,479

Content Warnings/tags: Explicit sexual content, 18+ mdni, fem!reader, piv, dom! bucky, Bucky’s a eater!, angst with comfort, happy ending, lmk if i missed anything!

Notes: All body types are beautiful in their own ways please don’t forget that:)

“So old. No wonder she’s got all these younger agents tripping over themselves just for a bit of her attention. You’re not as much competition to them anymore, you know?”

Sam’s words echoed in Bucky’s head as he stared at his reflection. A rough hand skimmed over his stubbled cheek, catching on the lines that had never been there before. Crow’s feet. Grooves around his mouth. Small reminders that time didn’t stop for anyone. Bucky didn’t care about appearances. Never had. There were bigger things in life than worrying about how you looked. And yet, Sam’s words wouldn’t leave him alone.

You had younger guys chasing your attention now? He guessed that made sense. You were beautiful. Always had been, and somehow even more so as the years went on. He’d seen the way people looked at you. He’d felt it too, even when he didn’t want to. He figured you’d probably get approached in public a lot more if he wasn’t always around. Big, intimidating. Hard to miss. A walking warning sign keeping most people away without a word.

So yeah, it didn’t surprise him. Not really. A woman like you? People noticed. People always noticed. And sure, Bucky himself had dealt with his fair share of attention before. But somehow… seeing it aimed at you now made his chest tighten in a way he wasn’t ready to admit.

Bucky couldn’t lie, Sam’s comment had gotten under his skin. He’d never really thought about it before, but now that the idiot had said it… the thought of a bunch of younger guys trying to get your attention made his chest tighten.

Normally, Bucky Barnes would have made it very clear who you belonged to. No question.

Today, though…

He looked at himself in the mirror. Stressed. Tired. Lines and grooves that weren’t there before. Old. Not like he used to be.

He didn’t care about looks. Never had. But the idea that maybe you weren’t attracted to him anymore… that hit differently. Sharp. Stabbing.

How could he even confront some younger, probably better-looking guy? He’d just make a fool of himself. Maybe embarrass you, too. No, he couldn’t. Shouldn’t.

Bucky let out a heavy sigh.

Turning off the bathroom light, he headed to your bedroom. Clothes came off one by one. Shirt. Belt. Pants. He grabbed a pair of pajama pants from the wardrobe and slid them on, finally letting himself relax a little.

Bucky let out a soft sigh as the cotton of his pajama pants settled against his skin and padded over to the bed. He was planning to read a bit while he waited for you. Talk a little before finally crashing for the night. He liked that. Pre-bedtime talks with you were one of the few things he actually looked forward to. He was about to slide under the covers when he caught the edge of the body-length mirror. He froze for a second, glancing at himself out of the corner of his eye. Then he stepped closer, standing in front of it, straightening up, studying himself.

Bucky’s eyes dropped to the metal arm on his left side. The reminder hit him like always. Broken. Not whole. He winced.

Then he moved his focus up to his face. Dark circles under his eyes. Stubble along his jaw. Hair long, messy, sticking out. And… when did the grey start showing up? He hadn’t really had time to care about grooming lately, but this… this felt different.

He swallowed hard. His gaze drifted down to his stomach. Not fat exactly, but… not slim anymore either. Being a congressman had let him eat whatever he wanted, and it showed. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it. No abs. Not the ones he remembered. Just… soft, undefined abs. 

Were those love handles? 

Suddenly, Bucky felt way worse than he had fifteen minutes ago. He let go of his shirt and stepped back from the mirror, climbing into bed with a heavy sigh and a head full of thoughts. Is this… really what you saw when you looked at him? His stomach felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. He wanted to curl up under the covers and just disappear. He wrapped an arm around himself like it would help, but it didn’t do shit.

He stayed like that. Minutes? Hours? Didn’t matter. Brow furrowed, back hunched, stewing in all the insecurity that had just hit him. And then… he heard you. Humming as you walked in. Bucky couldn’t bring himself to lift his head properly, however he did manage to muster up enough courage to glance up at you from underneath his lashes. When his gaze settled on you, his breath caught in his throat.  God, you were stunning. His heart thundered in his chest. You smiled at him, that damn look he loved so much, entrancing him. 

Bucky was mute as you chattered on about something Yelena had told her, words sounding like muffled background noise as he simply stared at you in wonder. You began changing your clothes and his eyes strayed to your figure. He inhaled sharply as you undressed, baring yourself to him without an ounce of hesitation. Your body still looked so beautiful and perfect. Your hips were just begging for him to grasp in his hands.

There weren’t enough words in the world to describe you. Your perfection. And then there was your heart. Big. Caring. Full of love. All of it for him. The way you smiled, the way you touched him. The way you said “I love you,” soft or loud, whispered or moaned. Whenever, wherever. Always for him. Always yours. Bucky froze. He didn’t deserve this. Not you. You could do so much better. And if you ever left him… there’d be nothing he could do. Because you’d be better off without him anyway.

“Bucky?”

Your soft voice pulled him out of it. His eyes met yours, and immediately you knew. You always knew when he was off. Always. That was just… you. Incredible like that.

“Is everything okay?” 

you asked, pulling him back with that soft, irresistible voice of yours. He could listen to it forever and never get tired.

“Yes,” he said, but it came out stiff. Tighter than usual.

You tilted your head, curious, then sat down on the bed in front of him. Fingers tracing lightly along his skin. Sparks. Electric. Down his forearm, to his wrist, and finally your hand closed over his, small against his.

“Bucky… I can tell when something’s wrong. Be honest with me,” you said.

He froze a second. Then it spilled out, messy, panicked. “Do… do you get hit on a lot when I’m not here?”

The words came out all wrong, tumbling from his mouth like he couldn’t stop them, like he didn’t know how. You blinked.

“Hit on? Yeah… I guess it happens sometimes,” you said, a small, amused smile on your face. “But no one actually tries anything. They’re too scared of what you’d do if you found out.”

“Scared,” he muttered. The word stuck in his mouth, bitter.

You studied him, tilting your head. “Bucky… did someone say something to you?”

“No. Well… yes. Sort of,” he stammered, words tripping over each other. He swallowed and tried again. “Sam mentioned something.”

You waited, silent. Expectant.

He grimaced, running a hand over his face. “He… said I’ve gotten old. That I’m not really competition for your… other admirers anymore.”

You watched him for a moment, face calm, giving nothing away. “Is that it? That’s what’s bothering you? You’re not usually the type to freak out over getting older,” you said, a small smirk tugging at your lips.

Bucky flinched slightly, even though he knew you were joking. Harmless teasing. But still… the embarrassment hit hard. He swallowed it down. He couldn’t let it stop him from talking. This conversation mattered. Communication. Always his weak spot. Always had been. Even after years of being together. Years of this… relationship. Good God. No wonder you might have doubts about him sometimes.

“I… I just… I worry that one day you might… stop being attracted to me,” he said, voice tight, words stumbling out.

Your raised eyebrow made him hurry to explain, defensive now. “It’s not crazy. You’re beautiful… and I’m not exactly getting younger.”

“Neither am I,” you shot back, quick and sharp.

“You… you definitely don’t look it,” he muttered.

You just stared at him. Eyes calculating, like he was a puzzle you were slowly figuring out. Curiosity. Amusement. Something else in there too. Heavy. Rich. Dangerous. Hot. Enough to make him shift in his seat, heart hammering, dick throbbing. 

You stared at him for a moment, then a grin spread across your face. You pulled your hand from his and cupped his cheek. “So damn handsome,” you said. “Seriously… you just get sexier with age. Like wine.”

Bucky’s mind went blank. Not at all what he expected. He… didn’t even know what he expected. Pity? Comfort? Some soft reassurance?

None of that.

Instead, you held his face. Stroking. Looking at him like you wanted him so badly it hurt.

“This face…” you murmured, fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw. “…so hot. Makes me wanna ride it.”

Bucky let out a sharp breath, mind going blank. He’d never heard you talk like this before. Sure, you two had a sex life, but it was almost always him doing the dirty talking. His throat went dry.

“Can I… Bucky? Can I ride your face? I just love what you do with your tongue… you know the one,” you murmured, slowly kneeling on the bed, leaning closer. So close he could smell you—soft, sweet, and all you.

Bucky’s hand shot out, gripping your thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh. “Yes. Yes, I know exactly which one,” he said, words coming fast, hot, eager.

“Come here,” he panted, chest rising and falling from anticipation and arousal. “Come sit on my face, baby. I’ll make you feel so good. I promise.”

“You will?” you asked, crawling up his massive body, all broad shoulders and thick arms. He nodded fast, almost frantic, and you couldn’t help but smile. “You’re so sweet, Bucky…”

“You’re sweeter,” he growled when you finally settled above him.

His nose caught your intoxicating scent and he was practically drooling now. You were wearing just one of his oversized shirts and those dark red panties that drove him insane. There was a damp spot that Bucky couldn’t resist pressing his nose to, and you jolted, letting out a little moan. Before you could even think, he had moved the fabric aside and replaced it with his mouth, long tongue dragging a stripe straight up your slit. Your eyes rolled back instantly. No warning. No mercy. But he didn’t care. Impatient. Starving. Needed you. Needed you now.

Bucky lapped at you like a man lost in the desert who had finally found a lake. Drinking you in, making a mess of both of you. Wanted to imprint your taste on his tongue. Wanted to eat you out until you passed out, wanted you shaking under him. When he flicked your clit with the tip of his tongue, you gasped out a moan and tried to move away, the pleasure too overwhelming. But he wouldn’t let you, he took advantage of his metal arm and gripped on it your thighs while the other sank two digits into your gushing cunt. Bucky continued to flick at your clit with his tongue with rapid, fast strokes- this was the thing he did with his tongue that you loved- and simultaneously pumped his fingers deep, deep into you. 

“Bucky..!” You cried out, clutching the headboard for dear life and squeezing 

your gorgeous thighs around his head. 

He moaned at the way you desperately clenched around his fingers, and rewarded you with a curl of them, grazing your walls. That caused a wail to spill from your mouth. 

All of a sudden, you started grinding, hips moving against his mouth, fucking his face.

“Bucky, please! Oh, fuck, I’m—! Ah!”

Bucky groaned as your juices kept pouring out like a faucet, coating his mouth, his hand, dripping down his throat. Covered in you, and he loved every second. Loved it. 

“Look at you,” he moaned against you, voice low and rough. “Fuck, baby… you taste so good. I love you. I fucking love you.”

You keened, pushing harder, grinding faster, desperate for release. His deep voice, vibrating through you, set your whole body on fire. You sobbed out, letting yourself get lost in it. Tears streaked down your face, and you didn’t care, too good, too much! His tongue was heaven.

“Bucky! I’m gonna— I’m—!”

“That’s it, baby. Let go. Come for me. All over my face…”

With a sob, you came. Hard. Over and over. Felt endless. Bucky stayed under you, drinking every last drop, slurping, licking, letting nothing go to waste. You barely caught your breath before he had you pinned on your back. Chest to chest, heat to heat. He hovered above you, and without warning, sank into your dripping wet core.

You both groaned, loud and messy. Bucky’s eyes rolled back. The second he was all the way in, he got on his knees, hooked your legs over his arms, spreading you wide, and slammed into you. His pace was relentless. Brutal. And you just let him, letting him ride out toward his peak. He groaned into your neck, pumping over and over, the wet, sloppy sounds filling the room.

“You feel so good… so tight. Gonna come inside you. Can I, baby? Can I fill you up?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” you cried, gripping his sides. Your hands roamed, sliding over every inch of him, shoulders, back, stomach, love handles. You loved all of him. So damn sexy.

“Please… please come inside me, Bucky!”

A broken groan ripped from his throat. His thrusts sped up, cock buried so deep you could almost feel him in your throat. He came hard, jets of heat filling you, plugging you up perfectly. Bucky moaned low, rough, sending another shiver straight through you, before finally collapsing on top of you. You both stayed there, still, just breathing. Panting. Letting the aftershocks of what just happened wash over you. Every inch of you buzzing.

“Wow,” you murmured, fingers sliding through his damp hair, slow and affectionate.

“Yeah,” he breathed back, a little wrecked, a little dazed. You laughed softly at that.

The room fell quiet again before you spoke. 

“Bucky?”

“Hm?”

“You’re the most beautiful man I know,” you said simply. “And if you ever say some dumb shit like that again, I’ll ride you until the only thing left in your head is my name.”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: You and Bucky finally give in to months of sexual tension and fuck in the Avengers’ kitchen.

Content Warnings/tags: Explicit sexual content, 18+ mdni, fem!reader, piv, dom! bucky, porn no plot, rough sex, lmk if i missed anything!

Your eyes burned as you fought back tears, teeth digging into your bottom lip to keep yourself quiet. Of all places, this had to be happening in the kitchen at Avengers HQ. Getting caught wasn’t an option. Not like this.

Bucky was the biggest guy you’d ever been with. And you didn’t mean just height. When he pressed into you, your breath caught immediately. There was no way he was going to fit. It honestly felt impossible.

“Bucky—” your voice cracked as you squeezed your eyes shut.

“It’s too big…”

He leaned in closer, his voice low and steady. “Shh. I know.” His lips brushed your shoulder, soft. “Just breathe. You can take it.”

You let out a shaky whimper as he kept going, slow but relentless. The stretch burned, your body struggling to adjust as your hands curled against the counter.

“Good girl,” he murmured, breath uneven. “You’re doing so good.”

When he finally pushed all the way in, a rough groan tore out of him. The sting faded fast, replaced by something heavy and dizzying as he started to move. The sounds he made were quiet but needy, and it made your body clench around him without thinking.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You feel so good.”

Your legs felt weak as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you back against him. Everything felt too much. Too full. Too intense. You couldn’t think straight. After all this time… it was actually happening.

“I don’t care if anyone hears,” Bucky muttered, fingers threading into your hair. “I need to hear you.”

That did it. A broken moan slipped out of you as his pace picked up.

“Bucky…!”

“That’s it,” he praised softly, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “Just like that.”

His voice dropped, rough and possessive. “You’re mine. All of you.”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: Bucky doesn’t want you to leave bed in the morning

Content Warnings/tags: Nothing to crazy just fluff, Needy!Bucky, early mornings in bed

Sunlight crept through the thin gap in the curtains as you lazily blinked awake. Draped over you was the full, dead weight of a super soldier who clearly had no intention of starting the day. Bucky lay sprawled on top of you, arm heavy around your waist, face pressed warm against your chest like he wanted to suffocate there. 

Your fingers slipped into his hair, gently massaging his scalp, nails tracing slow circles. He reacted immediately, brows knitting together, a quiet sound which resembled a cat purring leaving him as he shifted closer, burrowing in deeper like he was trying to disappear into you.

“Time to wake up,” you murmured softly, still twirling strands of his hair between your fingers. “I have to go to work.”

“Call off.”

His voice was low and rough with sleep, words muffled against you, irritation clear even half asleep.

You huffed a quiet laugh. “You know I’m not going to.”

In response, his arms tightened around you, strong and possessive, locking you in place. 

You smiled despite yourself, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head.

“No,” he muttered again, more stubborn now. “It’s early. You’re warm. Stay.”

“I can’t just not show up,” you told him gently. 

Bucky tilted his head just enough to look up at you, tired blue eyes, cranky, and unfairly soft in the morning light. His hair was a mess, his expression somewhere between annoyed and needy.

“You’ve been gone all week,” he said quietly, thumb brushing slow over your side. “I want you here. Today.”

Your heart gave a little squeeze.

“Just today,” he added, pressing his forehead to your collarbone. “Sleep with me. Do nothing.”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: Bucky tries desperately to hide his feelings from you but one mission fucks him over for good.

Word Count: 2,493

Content Warnings/tags: Explicit sexual content, 18+ mdni, fem!reader, piv, dom! bucky, mean! Bucky, rough sex, bucky’s a eater!, hurt with comfort, misunderstandings, angst, happy ending!

Notes: Can you tell I lost motivation halfway through..

You’ve never been on good terms with Bucky Barnes. You weren’t sure why. Always in the dark on why he disliked you so much. Aside from the few weird glares you get from him, he was constantly ignoring you. Never greeting you back, never going out of his way to say at least one word to you, not even sparing you a glance during team meetings. You understood he wasn’t a very talkative person in general but he didn’t treat the other members of the New Avengers nearly as cold as he did you. 

So why? Why did he despise you so much to the point where he’s arguing against going on a mission with you. 

“Not going with her.” Bucky’s cold voice cut through the air but Yelena didn’t even flinch. 

“Everyone else is busy and I’m about to go on a mission myself-“ 

“So let me go alone. I’m more than capable to finish this mission solo.” He cut her off before she could finish her sentence. Yelena frowned and stared at him for a moment and then glanced at you. 

“What’s wrong with her?” 

Bucky scoffed as if her answer was the most stupid thing she has ever asked him. “She’s reckless, slow, and incompetent. All she would do is slow. me. down. Even being near her pisses me off.”

Your body flushed with humiliation and anger as you clenched your fists. Bucky didn’t even bother to turn around to say it to your face properly. You looked down biting your lip to prevent yourself from cursing him off. But you knew nothing good would come out of it so you sucked it up and let Yelena finish arguing with Bucky. 

“She’s coming with you it’s final.”

Yelena walked off leaving the two of you in silence. You slowly glanced up to see his tense back. Your mouth opened before you could stop it. “Next time you have shit to say, tell me in private you coward.”

Bucky immediately turned around to meet your eyes. You glared back tenfold and kept going. “I don’t know what I did to you but after this mission I’ll make sure to never even be in your vicinity again. Don’t wanna piss you off.” 

You repeated his past words as his jaw clenched, blue eyes flashing with immediate regret. Before he could say anything you turned and walked away leaving him alone. Just one mission and you don’t have to deal with him again. 

Other than the awkward silence for basically the whole mission, it went well. The task was simple, collect some missing data from an old Hydra base and leave. Finding and entering the snowy base didn’t prove itself to be difficult at all. 

“Found something.” You said while scanning the practically ancient computer. Bucky nodded and slowly made his way over. 

“That’s it. Use the flash drive and let’s get out of here.” He muttered quietly. 

You plugged the drive into the computer sucking out all the data. More awkward silence followed as you saw Bucky not so discreetly move an inch or two away from you. You bit back a scoff. After the drive was finished you both reached to take it out at the same time. Accidentally, your fingers brushed against his which made him jerk back like you shocked him. Your eyes widened slightly as you turned your body towards him. His whole body was tense and he looked mildly uncomfortable. His audacity truly shocked you. You angrily took out the drive and shoved a finger to his chest. 

“Do I disgust you that much to the point where you can’t be within a foot of me? How about my touch? I’m touching you right now, are you going to burn your shirt just because I was on it!?” 

His mouth opened to say something but then a very small click was heard thanks to his enhanced hearing from the serum. Without thinking, Bucky grabbed your body and ran out the door. You didn’t even have time to protest before heat engulfed your surroundings and a new ringing developed in your ears. Bucky’s body landed on top of yours with a groan. The snow softening both your falls as he immediately lifted up his head. 

“Are you hurt?!” 

You opened your eyes trying to say something but your voice was stolen away when he cupped you face with such tenderness you didn’t know even existed from him. Your eyes glanced behind him to see the small base you were just in engulfed in flames. An explosion. 

“Are you hurt!”

His voice was raw with panic and concern. It was odd seeing him this…worried.

“I’m fine..!”

Bucky’s wide eyes softened immediately as he let out a relieved sigh and dropped his head against your shoulder. You froze not sure what the hell was even going on. A few more moments of silence between you two passed before you finally noticed the piece of metal stuck in his shoulder. 

“You’re hurt.” You whispered before sitting up. 

“I’m fine.”

Whatever moment you guys had was gone as he looked away like he did something he should be ashamed of. You reached out towards him gently touching his shoulder. His body tensed as his eyes snapped back to you. 

“We need to fix that up now.” You told him while standing up. He didn’t protest as you dragged him up. A gush of wind sent snow and painfully cold air into your face. Bucky took that into account instantly and guided you guys to start moving towards the direction of the car. 

“It’s cold we need to start moving now-“

“The car’s way too far away, there’s a nearby cave we can stop at and wait until this snowstorm stops.” 

Your arm gripped him and started moving to the opposite direction and to the cave. Slowly, he let himself get dragged around by you. 

The cold lessened inside the small cave but it was still freezing. Your hands shook as you winced at the sight of the metal scrap inside him. 

“I don’t have any bandages on me..” You helplessly whispered and touched his shoulder. 

“It’s fine. I heal fast thanks to the serum.” he told you dryly and yanked it out immediately. Your face contorted in a look of concern as your fingers hovered over the open wound. 

Unconsciously, you leaned in to observe it properly. Bucky’s breath hitched at the proximity. His eyes closed slowly as your gentle touch examined his wound. He leaned involuntarily closer to you letting himself enjoy your presence. After a few moments you realized your mistake and instantly pulled away from him thinking he was uncomfortable with you feeling him up. Instant disappointment filled him as you apologized. 

“Nothing to be sorry about.” He said quietly looking back at you with soft eyes that you mistaken to be tiredness.

“You should get some rest I’ll be on lookout.” You stood up but his voice stopped you. 

“Stay.” his voice sounded a bit desperate. “Please.”

Your eyes widened at his tone but you slowly retreated back in front of him. He didn’t bother saying anything after that. Just more awkward silence. You slowly zoned out while looking outside. The snow was still falling pretty fast to get to the car now. At any moment-

“Your cold.” He finally spoke. 

You turned towards him “I’ll live.”

He frowned shaking his head before standing up. Your eyes followed him as he slowly unzipped his jacket. 

“Bucky I don’t need your jacket.”

“Not giving you my jacket. We will both freeze in the next few hours if we don’t warm up now.”

He said plainly before sliding off his shirt next. Your eyes widened as you immediately turned the other way. He let out a small chuckle and through his shirt onto the ground next to you. 

“Strip.” He demanded quietly. 

“What?” You glanced back in surprise. He raised an eyebrow at the implication and unbuckled his belt. 

“Body heat from both of us will keep each other warm. Come on.” 

Mindlessly you stared at his naked body before he leaned down and unzipped your jacket

“Can I…?”

Your head nodded before you could actually think what you agreed to. His hand slid up your body while yanking off your shirt. You gasped and covered your chest as his lips quirked up slightly. His fingers moved to your pants and took them off next leaving you both naked. Bucky laid down next to you before carefully dragging you down with him. His strong arms wrapped around your body from behind as you froze. Warmth spread all over your body and you were almost positive it wasn’t from his body heat. 

“Better?” 

“..Yeah..” 

More silence passed by as he just held you in his arms. To clear up some tension you slowly spoke up. 

“Thought you would’ve just left me for dead inside the base since you hate me so much.”

Your dry sarcastic comment made him frown against your head. Evidently from the more silence that passed that he didn’t find you funny in the slightest. Your heart shrunk a little at the realization that he didn’t even bother denying what you said. You didn’t say anything after that. But then he quietly told you, 

“I don’t hate you…”

That made your head turn slightly. “What?”

“Said I don’t hate you.”

You let out a small breath before speaking again. “You don’t have to lie for my benefit.”

“I’m serious.” He told you firmly. You stayed silent for a moment. 

“Then why do you treat me like a burden..? Why do you treat me so differently from the others, those things you said..” Your small voice faded off. 

The truth? Bucky was hopelessly in love with you. Since the moment he saw you on the team. He was worried how easy it was to fall in love after everything that happened to him. But thinking about you was like a breath of fresh air, sun on a rainy day, he just couldn’t stop himself. 

“I don’t want to get more attached to you than I already am..” He whispered against your head, grip tightening slightly. “I care about you so much words can’t even describe it.”

Your breath hitched as he kept going. “Thought if I ignored you my feelings would go away and that’ll be the end of it. But oh god I can’t stop staring at you whenever you’re nearby….even being near you shuts my whole goddamn body down…”

Suddenly all those weird glares and refusals to be near you made sense. Your breath picked up as his fingers slid down your stomach. 

“Thought I could’ve lost you earlier. I was so scared..” Bucky whispered quietly as you gasped. His fingers lazily pressed against your clit and rubbed it. 

Your hand grabbed his wrist but made no attempt to stop him.

“I know I was mean…I’m sorry and I promise I didn’t mean any of the things I said.”

He sighed while you squirmed against his body. “You don’t know how many nights I stayed up jerking off alone in bed thinking about you…I’ve imagined how you would taste, what positions you would like, how you would feel when you came around my cock..”

Bucky was past the point of shame. Your face blushed at his dirty confession. he rubbed your clit harder as he whispered into your ear. 

“Can I make it up to you? Please let me apologize..”

Without hesitation you nodded eager to get your back blown out by him. He pulled away leaving you momentarily cold and disappointed from the lack of his body heat. But the feeling left quickly as he pulled your legs apart and dove in with no hesitation. You moaned as his tongue worked aggressively against your wet pussy and throbbing clit. His hand held your leg apart before his free one came up to finger you. 

“Oh god!”

“God can’t help you now baby..”

His fingers curled in deeper as the sound of his shameless slurping filled the cave. You helplessly squirmed against his face as he groaned. His dick pressed painfully against the floor as he fought himself from finishing just from eating you out. Bucky’s lips wrapped around your clit and sucked hard. You let out a choked moan which encouraged him to keep moving. 

“B-Bucky please!” 

Your hips grinded against his face before cumming on him. His fingers struggled to speed up due to your pussy violently clenching. Your eyes were blown wide from the pleasure. He pulled out his fingers and immediately positioned himself against you. 

“Please let me fuck you baby.” He begged pathetically. 

You nodded tugging him down to kiss you. He moaned forcing his tongue into your mouth. He kissed like he was waiting for this very moments for years. Like he was absolutely starved for you. His hand jerked off his dick a few times before rubbing it against your wet slit. 

“Stop teasing..” You complained as he let out a small laugh. 

He slammed into you immediately making your back arch off the floor. His hips moved with a concerning amount of stamina you didn’t even was possible. Bucky gave you no time to adjust around his huge cock as he fucked you to oblivion. Your loud cries and moans kept spurring him to dick you down harder and harder. He groaned in pleasure as your nails raked down his back hard enough to leave marks. He silently prayed they wouldn’t heal at all so he could stare at them in the mirror after all of this was over. 

“You feel so fucking good. Can’t believe I deprived myself of your pussy for this long.” 

Your eyes squeezed shut so overwhelmed with pleasure and him. You blindly wrapped your arms his neck. He slightly winced at your touch pressing against his wound but he was too far gone to actually care. He was just focused on making you cum now. 

“Say you’re mine baby..say you belong to me now.. I promise to treat you so good…”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” You agreed to whatever he was saying. 

Bucky felt his orgasm approaching as he fucked you faster and harder to make sure you came first. With a loud cry your pussy clenched around his dick milking every last drop from him. His eyes squeezed shut as he let out a shaky groan. The two of you panted hard staying like that for several more moments. Carefully, he pulled out and collapsed next to you. His arms pulled you into him body as he kissed your head gently. 

“I’m sorry. I’ll spend every day making it up to you but please, please tell me you’ll be mine.” 

His voice asked with pure desperation and honesty. You lazily cuddled into him and nodded. 

“Would’ve been a lot easier to do this from the start.”

He smiled and hugged you harder. 

Pairing: 1940s!Bucky Barnes x Nurse!Reader

Summary: In an alternative universe, Bucky wants to take out his favorite nurse

Content Warnings/tags: Fluff, Soft Bucky, Yearner Bucky, 1940s time setting, AU where he doesn’t become the Winter soldier, short drabble, The Notebook inspired:)

The war hadn’t ended, not really, but this part of it had.

Victory, they called it.

Bucky could barely bring himself to celebrate. Instead of staying with his unit, instead of being able to check in on Steve and the others, he was pulled off the front lines and placed in a quiet medical ward tucked far from the noise, the smoke, the screaming. Too quiet. Too still.

Bucky lay propped up in a narrow cot, wrapped in white bandages that didn’t quite hide the deep purple bruises beneath them. One arm was splinted, his ribs tightly taped, cuts stitched clean but still angry. Dried blood lingered stubbornly at his hairline no matter how many times it had been wiped away. He smelled faintly of antiseptic and gunpowder, like the war refused to let him go just yet.

The fall from the train hadn’t killed him but it had left its mark.

A low groan slipped from his throat as frustration twisted through him.

He hated being still.

Hated being fussed over.

Hated being looked at like he was fragile.

And worst of all, he hated not knowing if his best friend was safe.

“How are you feeling?”

The voice was new.

Bucky’s head turned slowly, stiffly, toward the sound. The tone was gentle—too gentle for the usual rushed efficiency of medics he’d grown used to. His eyes landed on you as you stepped into view beside his bed.

And just like that, something in his chest went strangely weak.

You offered him a soft, kind smile as you glanced over his chart, entirely unaware of the way he stared. Bucky Barnes had never been shy around women but with you standing there, light catching in your eyes, he found himself utterly speechless.

“I’m… doin’ fine,” he croaked, immediately cursing how rough his voice sounded.

“That’s good to hear...” You glanced down at the clipboard. “James Buchanan Barnes.”

The way his name rolled off your tongue sent a shiver straight down his bruised spine.

“You can call me Bucky,” he said quickly.

You smiled at his lazy, boyish grin. “Bucky.”

He swallowed. “How about you? You got a name?”

He asked it quietly, reverently, like he already knew it mattered. Like he already knew he wouldn’t be leaving this place without it.

From the moment you told him, everything else blurred together.

Bandage changes.

Soft conversations.

You feeding him when his hands shook too badly.

Your careful touch, your steady presence.

Weeks passed, and somewhere along the way, Bucky realized he was completely, hopelessly smitten.

“Thank you,” he murmured as you pulled the straw from his lips and set the cup aside. His eyes followed you as you turned to jot down notes, shoulders tense beneath your uniform.

“Miss?” he called softly.

You turned back to him. “Yes?”

“Can I ask you somethin’?”

His voice was still weak, but his resolve wasn’t. “I noticed you weren’t wearin’ a ring,” he said, then rushed on, “and I just—well….I wanted to take you out.”

Your movements stilled.

“On a date,” he added quickly.

You didn’t answer at first, turning back to tidy his bedside instead. Bucky’s heart thudded painfully.

“Before you say no,” he continued, forcing a grin, “you should know I’m an amazing dancer. And my intentions are completely dishonorable.”

That earned a soft laugh.

“Alright, Casanova,” you said gently. “Let’s get you back to bed.”

He chuckled as you helped him settle, but when you turned to leave, he reached out, fingers brushing your wrist. 

Pain shot through his arm, sharp and immediate.

He sucked in a breath. “Please… think about it. When I’m all better. Let me take you out.”

Your eyes softened. Carefully, you guided his hand back to rest over his chest, right above his heart.

“I’ll think about it,” you promised.

Bucky nodded, watching you leave with a quiet, satisfied sigh.

Unfortunately for him, you were transferred days later.

Months passed.

The war finally ended.

Soldiers lined up to go home as you walked with your fellow nurses, laughter and chatter filling the air. You hadn’t seen Bucky since that day, hadn’t known what became of him.

“Look how dreamy he is!” one of your friends exclaimed, squeezing your hand.

You looked up—

And nearly stopped dead.

Bucky leaned casually against a car ahead, no longer battered or broken. Confident. Whole. His uniform immaculate, his posture relaxed, his handsome face impossibly familiar.

“Did you see how he looked at you?” your friends whispered as they moved ahead.

You glanced back just as his eyes met yours, and he smiled.

“Excuse me, miss?”

You stopped. He approached slowly, taking his time, eyes tracing your face like he was committing it to memory all over again. He took your hand, warm and sure, and lifted it to his lips. He placed a gently kiss onto it before slowly opening his eyes to look at you properly. 

Your breath caught.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: You found a photo booth, Bucky found an excuse to fuck you in it

Content Warnings/tags: Explicit sexual content, 18+ mdni, fem!reader, Needy! bucky, dom!bucky, public sex, fingering

Notes: I saw these photos on pinterest and instantly had to write this..

The date had been perfect. Dinner, wandering through the empty streets, the warm summer breeze brushing against the two of you. Despite the amazing time he had, Bucky had been restless all night, jaw clenched, touches lingering too long, eyes dark every time you leaned close. He blamed it on that ridiculously sexy dress that didn’t even look that provocative. Yet, every time he spared even a single glance at you, all his blood went down south. 

So when you suddenly gasped, “Bucky, look!” and tugged his arm toward a nearby empty photobooth, he almost groaned out loud.

“Baby it’s late.” he muttered, but you were already dragging him inside the tiny booth. Who was he to deny you?

Your hands pushed him down onto the seat and grabbed the curtains. It swished shut. You plopped onto the cramped little seat next to him still smiling like this was the cutest idea in the world.

Bucky could barely fit. His knee spread between yours. His shoulder pinning you gently into the corner. He looked like he was trying to behave.

Trying.

“Why are we doing this again?” He asked lowly leaning in. You paid no attention and started fixing up your hair for the camera. 

“It’s cute. We can remember how fun this day was with these photos.” You turned to him quickly fixing up his hair to look presentable. His eyes darkened as he soaked in your touch staring directly down at you. 

The screen blinked: PHOTO SERIES STARTING… 3… 2… 1…

You angled your face toward the camera, ready to smile and Bucky’s hand slid onto your thigh.

Not resting.

Creeping.

Slow. Warm. Intentional.

“Bucky—” you whispered, breath catching.

“Keep lookin’ at the camera,” he murmured, voice low and impatient against your ear.

The first flash went off just as his fingers crept under your skirt, just as your smile broke into a shocked little gasp caught forever on the grainy strip. His fingers pushed your panties aside before thrusting inside your pussy. 

“Baby, I’ve been trying to get you home all damn night,” he muttered, lips brushing your jaw, as you hand came down to grip his wrists. His movements didn’t stop nor slow down. “And you wanna take pictures?”

“Bucky-“

“Look at the camera.” He demanded.  

You quickly looked up a little wide eyed. The screen blinked a warning for the second shot. You scrambled to sit straight—

but it only encouraged him to push his fingers in deeper. 

Flash.

Your face flushed. His eyes on you, not the camera.

“Real cute,” he muttered, smirking now, “Can’t wait to see these later.”

The countdown for the third photo started.

You tried to push his hand away—

but Bucky caught your wrist, guiding your palm to his chest, gaze dark and hungry.

He quickly pinned you against the booth wall using his knees to push your legs open. His hands unbuckling his pants as the countdown ended. 

Flash. 

The third photo. 

Another countdown started. You moaned squeezing your eyes shut as he thrusted in. Your hands struggled to get out of his grip. His free hand sliding down your body to hold your hips in place. 

“B-bucky!” 

“I know..I know..Just look at the camera all pretty while I’m fucking you.” 

His hand left your hip to grab your face and turn it for the fourth photo. 

Flash. 

“Smile for the next one,” he whispered. “’Cause after this, we’re leavin’.”

His movement increased shaking the whole photo booth. You screamed in pleasure as he smirked not even bothering to shut you up. The camera flashed again capturing the exact moment you came in record time. 

“These are cute baby.” He said kissing your forehead while admiring the photos. You angrily tugged down your dress. 

“I can’t believe you couldn’t keep it in your pants for 20 more minutes!”

He smiled and wrapped an arm around your waist. “You love it.”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: One smile from you is all it takes for Bucky to spiral into fantasies he definitely shouldn’t be having

Content Warnings/tags: Explicit sexual content, 18+ mdni, fem!reader, horny/downbad! bucky, yearner! Bucky, male masturbation, bad grammer, sunshine! reader, Bucky’s kinda a perv.

Bucky wasn’t really sure when he saw you. He just knew once he saw you flash a passing stranger with a soft smile, that he was a complete goner. A kind of smile that made him forget who he was for a second. 

After that, he started seeing you practically everywhere. 

The market. 

The coffee shop. 

But especially that stupid flower business you walked to everyday for work. 

Of course someone like you worked with something as precious as flowers. Bucky frowned at the thought and continued on his way ignoring how he remembered what his heart felt like when you gave him a polite smile earlier. Didn’t matter. You were a complete stranger and he really shouldn’t get caught up in little fantasies that have now surrounded his daily life. All he had to do was ignore and pretend you didn’t exist. Easy….right?

….”meow…”

You glanced down with a small gasp at the most adorable white cat at your feet. You leaned down immediately cooing, “hello…! Who are you?”

The white cat rubbed its head against your palm as your eyes softened at the sight. You were so distracted by the cat that you didn’t notice the frozen six foot super soldier staring at you just a few steps away. The cat meowed again before strolling away and towards its owner. Finally you glanced up and saw him. 

Your eyes widened at the familiar gorgeous man. He stared back like a fish out of water. The cat sat by his feet licking its paw as you stood up and walked towards him. 

“Hi is this your cat?” You asked with a small polite smile. Bucky’s heart did a weird flip thingy that he choked up to be early signs of a heart attack. 

“Yes.” He answered very vague and plainly. “She uh- snuck off earlier from my apartment.”

“Oh yeah I’m pretty sure I live near you.” You pointing out innocently but Bucky’s fist clenched a little. “What’s her name?”

“Alpine.” 

“That’s a pretty name. And you?” 

He paused for a moment before responding, “Bucky. Bucky Barnes.” 

You smiled and told him your name before holding out your hand. He looked at it hesitantly. They looked soft. Comforting even….a perfect size to- 

“It’s nice to meet you too.” He said quietly and shook your hand. You gave him another pretty smile that resulted in his knees feeling weak. 

“Well um…I’m about to be late for work. I work down around the corner, the flower-“

“I know.” he cut you off before realizing his mistake. He quickly followed up his words to not seem like a complete freak. “I’ve seen you around there I mean.”

A slow bigger smile replaced the polite one you had on earlier. “Right. I’ll get going now…maybe I’ll see you around?”

Bucky pathetically nodded as you gave one last wave to Alpine and turned to walk down the street. His eyes slightly widened as he watched you go. Then without even thinking-

“Would you like to get dinner with me?” He asked a bit loudly. Bucky immediately cringed at how desperate he sounded. But then he saw you turn around, a small flush of color painted your cheeks as your eyes slightly widened. Oh yeah. He was fucked. 

“I would love too!” You responded with a big smile. He was absolutely fucked. 

Bucky was supposed to be getting ready for his date with you. Not jerking off in the shower trying to relieve some of his endless dirty thoughts of you. A small whimper escaped him as he leaned his head forward against the wall. His metal hand pressed against the wall as his other hand moved around his cock with fast, hard strokes. His eyes squeezed shut biting back loud moans. Bucky felt his hips involuntarily thrust forward and back meeting his hand movements in a desperate pace. 

“Oh fuck..!” He grunted under the hot water. His mind kept showing him countless different positions he could have you in. Missionary in bed, bent over his counter, in this very shower. He knew it was wrong. Dirty. Perverted. But he really couldn’t help it! Bucky imagined your lips wrapping around his hard cock and sucking him off while he stared down tracking every single gag and movement from you. 

He gasped before his hips jerked forward and painted the wall with his thick cum. His heavy pants echoed throughout the bathroom as he stared at his mess. Bucky huffed and cleaned himself off before finishing up in the shower and drying himself. A small notification caught his eye as he practically launched himself to read it. A text from you. 

“Can’t wait to see you! Hope you’ll like what I’m wearing :)”

Pairing: FWB! Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: A small misunderstanding leads to Bucky being jealous..:)

Word Count: 2,755

Content Warnings/tags: Explicit sexual content, 18+ mdni, fem!reader, piv, dom! bucky, Jealous! Bucky, rough sex, doggy style, hurt with comfort, misunderstandings, angst, happy ending!

Bucky’s hands were everywhere. He hurriedly tugged your flimsy nightgown and shoved your back onto the bed. He kept his eyes locked on yours not breaking a single second of eye contact as his hands tugged off his belt. The belt ended up in a corner of your room as Bucky tugged his shirt off next and leaned down onto the bed slowly. You slightly sunk farther back onto the bed. It felt like you were his prey the way he was looking at you. His legs trapped your body between his as he carefully slid his hand up your arm and brought them above your head. 

“Keep them there.” He demanded softly still not breaking eye contact. 

Your hands squeezed into two fists as he slowly moved his hands over your breasts and held your waist. His lips gently kissed down your stomach. You let out a small sigh and shivered before looking down. As if he felt your stare, he looked up. Bucky’s eyes darkened and slid down farther. Your eyes widened as he kissed the damp spot on your panties. Then he tugged then off and dove right in. 

“Missed this...” he let out a dirty groan before stuffing his face full of your pussy

Bucky devoured you like he’d been starved for days and thrived off all the moans you let out. Bucky’s dick pressed uncomfortably against his pants as he shamelessly moaned against your pussy. Without warning, he stuck two fingers in your hole curling them inside you. 

“Bucky-“ 

“Shhhh it’s okay…going to take good care of you..” he whispered back before sucking your clit. 

You squirmed trying to get away from the overwhelming feeling but he wasn’t having it. Bucky grabbed your thighs keeping your body locked onto his mouth. Your face flushed as you heard his loud slurping and the noise of his fingers thrusting in and out. He didn’t slow down. He licked, slurped, and kissed your swollen clit, keeping that unforgiving pace up until your hips began to jump against his tongue.

“Bucky please…!” You begged helplessly still trying to get loose. 

Bucky hummed still having his face buried between your legs. His fingers sped up making you cry out.  

“That’s it..cum for me..let me feel your tight pussy clench around my fingers..” 

With a loud moan you came on his face. Bucky groaned in delight as he felt those velvet walls tighten around his fingers. His mouth kept going while his hands gently guided your hips to ride his face. Small pants left you as you stared up at the ceiling. You felt his warmth leave you momentarily leaving you a bit disappointed. It was quickly replaced when you heard his pants getting tugged down. Bucky softened a bit seeing your arms lazily reach out for him. He leaned down immediately allowing himself into your embrace. His lips found yours and instantly melted into the kiss. But…

You tried to like it. You really did but the faint smell of another woman’s fragrance made your eyebrows furrow in displeasure. He felt the stiffness of your body and the lack of enthusiasm in the kiss causing him to pull back. 

“Something wrong?” He asked softly. 

“No no sorry its nothing.” you reassured him quickly before grabbing his face and slamming your lips back onto his. He let out a soft sigh and grabbed your legs wrapping it around his hips. Bucky tortuously pressed his throbbing dick against your bare pussy and rolled his hips. You moaned against his lips but then he felt it again. He pulled back immediately with concerned eyes as I groaned in frustration and slowly sat up. 

“Why’d you stop?” Your voice was evidently frustrated as he stared at you with a blank face. 

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked in concern as you sat up tugging the sheets over your body.

“It’s not you, it’s..” the correct word’s couldn’t have been more hard to come up with in the moment. “It’s nothing.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” he slightly snapped with a tinge of irritation. “What did I do?” 

“Bucky there’s nothing wrong so lets just continue this.” 

Your arms pulled him back onto the bed as Bucky decided to let it go for now. Regret seeped into your body the more and more he had his arms wrapped around you. His dick piercing the depths of your hole. Pleasure overwhelmed your body but yet all you could think about was the smell of the perfume on him. You knew it was stupid. getting upset over the thought of another woman on him but…

Bucky chased his own orgasm with a groan after he made sure you had already came. He panted and slowly pulled out before dropping beside in bed. His metal arm lazily wrapped around your waist pulling you closer to his body. But you had enough. Bucky’s eyes snapped open as he felt you pull away from his grip and start reaching around on the floor for your clothes. 

“What are you doing?” He asked immediately while watching. Your eyes didn’t meet his. They couldn’t. Not now. 

“I forgot I wanted to train a little early tomorrow so I’m heading back to my place. Don’t wanna wake you up.” A lame but acceptable excuse for now. 

Bucky’s eyebrows momentarily furrowed before speaking again, “Just stay here I don’t mind.”

“Really I have to go.” Your voice got a little louder hoping he would just drop it.

“I dont-“

“Just drop it!” You snapped at him as his eyes slightly widened. Your mouth shut and you left before he could say anything else. The door shut with a click as Bucky was left alone in his bed. Your remaining warmth on his bed didn’t sooth his aching heart. 

Over the next few weeks you have been purposely avoiding Bucky as much as possible. 

“Wanna get breakfast?” 

“Sorry can’t too tired from training!”

“Train tomorrow together?”

“Have other plans in the morning.”

“Come over?”

“Busy tonight.”

…

The texts lessened. Bucky knew when he wasn’t wanted and he wouldn’t force himself into a life where he’s not needed. But two weeks without seeing you was his last straw. He might’ve been patient but he wasn’t stupid. Bucky knew you were avoiding him and he just wanted to know why. 

“Can we talk?” Bucky asked while knocking on your apartment door. 

You let out a low curse and dropped the necklace you fought 10 minutes with. Bucky was outside the door waiting. You took a breath in before slowly walking over to answer the door. He opened his mouth to say something but his words instantly died off. He froze when he took in your appearance. A long tight dress that hugged your body in all the right places. Heels that somehow made your legs look even more sexier than usual. Even your hair and makeup looked flawless. You felt slightly nervous under his intense gaze. 

“Bucky…?” Your voice came out soft. His gaze snapped up to your face remaining silent for a few more moments. 

“Are you going somewhere?” He asked forgetting why he was even here in the first place. I glanced at the clock with a frown before answering him. 

“I am actually. Now isn’t a really good time to-“

“Where?” He cut you off with another question. 

“It’s not important I just need to get going now.” You tried walking past him but his arms wrapped around your waist gently pushing you back in and shutting the door.

“Where are you going.” Bucky asked more firmly now. 

“Just a date.” You finally told him. His body froze immediately.

“What?” 

“Some guy I met asked me out and I said yes.” 

Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed like he couldn’t comprehend your words. “Why?”

“Because I’m a grown woman and I can. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to go-“

“Don’t go.” His voice came out firm and desperate. You paused at his tone. “Please..?”

You turned to face him as he looked genuinely distraught. “Why should I stay?”

“So we can talk this out.” He said like it was the obvious answer. 

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Yes there is, we had an arrangement-“ You cut him off before he could say anything else. 

“Im allowed to see other people Bucky. We aren’t exclusive just….sleeping around.” 

His eyebrows furrowed as he frowned. “Is that all this was?” 

His words and the sheer hurt behind it made you rethink where this was even going. “Yes because that’s what we agreed on. I mean why is it wrong if i saw other people when you can.”

Silence. Then sharply looked at you like you were absolutely crazy.

“I’m what?” 

“You’re seeing other women.” You said firmly with a frown. “So I can see other-“

“Where’d you get that idea from?” Bucky asked in pure confusion. You paused feeling a bit stupid for being a little possessive over him. The thought of a mystery woman touching him. Kissing him. Getting fucked by him. 

“I smelled her perfume on you.” 

His face twisted in even more confusion. He wasn’t sure what you meant. He hasn’t even thought of another woman in any romantic context since the day he met me. As for fragrance the only time he was near women’s perfume was when…..oh. 

“Sam’s sister’s birthday is coming up so he asked me to look for a perfume for her. 

Oh. 

….

Oh. 

You paused at the explanation. Bucky was hit by realization. All that time you spent ignoring him, the excuses, the date, it all made sense. 

“Were you jealous?” Bucky asked with a slightly smug undertone. Your face flushed red with embarrassment. 

“No I just didn’t like being one of your countless other women you sleep with!” His eyes softened as he approached me. 

“I’ve never wanted anyone more than you. Yet alone another woman.” He whispered as his arms wrapped around your waist. You remained silent feeling warm over his words. 

“My date?” You asked as he glared at your audacity. 

“Definitely not going. Cancel.” Bucky demanded. Now it was your turn to be smug. 

“Are you jealous?”

Without hesitation he answered, “Yes.“

“I can’t just not show up.” But Bucky was already dragging you to your bedroom. 

“Yes you can..” He whispered before kissing you. “I’ll make sure your mind is off your little date.”

Bucky pushed you down onto the bed hurriedly stripping off your dress. Bucky groaned at the sight of your naked body. He could see how wet you already were through your panties. He silently salivated as you slightly squirmed under his gaze. 

“Bucky…”

That was all he needed to get on the bed, diving back in to ravage your lips again. It was all a rushed, passionate haze. He leaned back with a stretch to reach for the back of his shirt, tugging it over his head and flinging it to the side. Your mouth already watered for him. You let your hand slide down his abdomen, eliciting a quiet groan from him as your fingernails caught on his body, hovering over the large tent in his pants that left nothing to the imagination. It didn’t take long for him to flip you onto your stomach, pulling your ass flush against his clothed dick. He reached for a handful of your hair, jerking your head to the side, then uttered against your ear, 

“Going to make sure you know how much I’ve missed you.” He left you for a moment while he undid his pants. 

Bucky leaned down over you, pinning you into the bed, kissing down your spine. Your body shivered at the feeling of his lips on your hot skin. He slowly pulled away and positioned himself while lifting up your hips. He slipped his tip between your fold and swiping it through your slick. He pursed his lips, letting spit fall from his lips. You felt it dribble down, landing right onto your twitching hole. 

Then, without a word of warning, he pushed the tip in. You gasped at the sudden intrusion, feeling the burn, the stretch of his girth inside of you. He slid the rest of the way in until his hips were flush with your ass. He drew out, slowly, then thrust back in again. It felt like he was pulling you apart over and over again, snapping his hips against yours in a progressively harder fashion. Bucky whimpered quietly, pausing his harsh movements to change pace. You clenched around him in response, something that made him double over. 

“Ah, fuck,” He gasped. “You feel so fucking good.”

He drew back, thrusting into you once more. You felt your whole body jolt forward with a loud moan of your own. With wild, passionate eyes, Bucky pulled out again, leaving just enough room for the tip. Then, he slammed back into you. Again, again, again, he was relishing in the way you cried into the pillow.

“Fuck, fuck,” You chanted, like some sort of sinful prayer. “ Fuck me, Buck–!”

“Might not last long if you keep callin’ my name like that,” He groaned, tangling a large hand into your messy hair and gripping it tightly. 

You drew your brows together, allowing yourself to be lost in the pleasure, the attention he was giving you. 

“What would your date think? If he walked in on you like this, face down ass up getting fucked by me?” Bucky said darkly as you moaned in pleasure 

“Bucky!” You screamed into the pillow. It felt like he was scratching an itch deep inside of you. 

“You’re mine right? Make this official with me baby…” He leaned forward and whispered into your ear. His dick reached even deeper inside your body as you begged for more. 

“Yes! Yes!” 

Bucky smirked proud of himself for fucking you so dumb you’ll agree to anything he said. The head of his cock was bullying into you, beating against that spot deep within you that made your back arch. You gripped the sheets with unwarranted strength, feeling yourself drip and clench around him, hearing the obscene squelch you made when the two of you met in the middle. You cried, voice high and weak.

“That’s it…doing so good for me…” He chuckled, though it was cut short by a deep, guttural groan. 

There was a knot in your stomach. A vaguely familiar warmth that seemed to only grow hotter by the second. Bucky lickedthe shell of your ear, peppering butterfly kisses to the back of your neck. Your name fell out of his pretty lips between a series of sinful noises.

You felt yourself get lost in him, craning your head around to take another look at him. His angelic face, scrunched up with pleasure, mouth hanging open just slightly, pale face dusted with pink. Dark hair plastered to his forehead and neck with sweat. The muscles in his chest and torso rippled. 

“Wanted you for myself for so long..!” You cried in pleasure. 

His hips stuttered. He pulled your hair away from your neck, kissing it. He gripped your hair to crane your head back, slowing his thrusts to long, deep strokes that had you trembling. 

“The feeling was mutual.” He grunted, trying to keep himself together.

You felt your eyes roll almost all the way back into your fucking head, mouth hanging open, drooling shamelessly on the pillow. 

You cried out his name one final time, arching your back all the way into the sheets, spasming wildly around him. The shock tore through you in waves. Your hips jolted with overstimulation while he fucked you through it. Bucky’s hips stuttered. He twitched, like he couldn’t take another minute of this, then he came deep inside you. You took a moment to catch your breath. He did the same. A few moments, actually. The silence that followed was deafening. He groaned, running a shaky hand through his hair. You collapsed into the bed. 

Bucky slowly slid out ready to go fetch you some water but you didn’t care about that right now. Your arms weakly pulled him down as he chuckled. His lips kissed the top of your head before wrapping his arms around you. A comfortable silence followed as your eyes grew heavier. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky got too carried away and snapped the headboard in half, that’s literally it..

Content Warnings:: Explicit sexual content, 18+ mdni, fem!reader, piv, dom bucky, rough sex, accident bed breaking, post sex awkwardness, horrible grammar

Bucky grunted as he grabbed your legs, bringing them up over his shoulder to fuck you deeper and harder. His hand moved to grip your thigh possessively as he started pounding into you with brutal thrusts, the headboard of the bed slamming against the wall with a thunderous noise. One hand stayed on your hip while the other held your thigh open wider.

“Fuck… fuck…”

You moaned loudly as you came around him hard. His eyes squeezed shut, his mask of composure cracking as he felt your pussy contracting around him, massaging his dick perfectly. He growled deeply and pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in hard, making you cry out again. His thrusts turned erratic and deep, his hips snapping against yours as he chased his own release. His fingers dug into your hips, dragging them to meet each punishing thrust.

His metal arm suddenly shot out and grabbed the headboard tightly, knuckles turning white as he used it for leverage to pound into you even harder right as his orgasm hit. The wooden frame creaked alarmingly under the force, and his loud groan echoed through the room.

His metal fingers clenched harder than he realized… too hard.

CRACK.

The entire headboard snapped clean in half under his arm.

Bucky’s whole body went rigid instantly.

You gasped, hands flying to the sheets as the broken wood crashed behind you.

For a split second, all either of you heard was your breathing. heavy, uneven, stunned.

Bucky froze above you, still buried deep inside you, chest heaving as he stared at the splintered headboard like it had personally betrayed him. His metal arm hovered awkwardly mid-air, fingers flexing as if startled by its own strength.

“…shit,” he breathed, voice low and rough, half mortified, half still recovering from how hard he’d been going.

You blinked up at him, wide-eyed, hair wild around your face.

The bed creaked beneath you both, lopsided now, one side sagging where the headboard had snapped clean off.

Bucky swallowed hard, jaw tight, looking between you and the destruction he’d just caused.

He hadn’t meant to lose control like that.

He hadn’t meant to break anything

especially not your bed.

And judging from your shocked stare, you hadn’t expected it either.

A couple hours later, you were still very much pissed.

You sat on the couch with your arms crossed, refusing to look at him.

Bucky hovered nearby like a guilty golden retriever trapped in a six-foot supersoldier’s body.

“Baby,” he tried again, voice soft and pleading, “I said I was sorry.”

You didn’t answer.

He crouched in front of you, big hands resting on his knees.

“It just— it wasn’t on purpose,” he insisted. “You just— you felt so good and I didn’t realize how hard I was gripping the headboard and—”

Your eyes snapped to him sharply, and he shut his mouth mid-sentence.

Bucky swallowed.

“…I mean, uh. That’s not helping, is it?”

You gave him the flattest look imaginable.

“No, James. It’s not.”

He winced at the use of his first name.

“I’ll fix it,” he said quickly. “I’ll buy a new one. I’ll build one. I’ll carve one from a tree. I’ll-”

“Stop.” You lifted a hand. “You’re not allowed near wood right now.”

He blinked, offended. “It was one time!”

You just stared.

“I said sorry,” he muttered.

Silence. Then you turned away again, jaw tight. Bucky sat beside you slowly, like you might combust.

“I didn’t mean to break it,” he said softly. “…I just got carried away. With you.”

Your lips twitched, just a little, like you were trying not to find that cute.

But you still didn’t look at him.

Bucky groaned, leaning forward and burying his face in your thighs.