Indigo Barnes

The bed dips with Bucky’s weight, fresh out of the shower, only in boxers. You sit quietly on the bed reading, hands holding the book upright in your lap, back set against the headboard and fluffy pillows.

Bucky huffs looking at you holding the book in his designated spot. He shifts closer, his cold shoulder brushes yours. He huffs again, “Doll, the book is in my spot.”

You don’t look at him, not even a glance, “Exactly, because I wanna read.” You flip the page you were reading nonchalantly.

Bucky presses his vibranium arm even closer to you, “You can hold the book with one hand, doll.”

“Barnes.” The word has a warning edge to it, that made him shut his mouth.

A few minutes pass by, “Doll, you could just play with my hair with one hand while you read.”

“Your hair is wet,” You argue back calmly. He just huffs back with straight attitude.

Your hand is in his hair before he can register it, you yank his head down to your lap, no words from either of you.

Time passes by, quiet and comfortable, his breathing soft until a whine slips from Bucky’s lips as you remove your hand from his head, “Why’d you remove you hand-”

“James. I have to flip the page,” You place your hand back on his head, running your hands through the wet locks, scratching his scalps.

A sigh makes its way past his pink lips, “Love when you play with me.”

A tug at his hair makes him twist his head up, “I know you do Jamie, sweet boy just can’t resist.” Pink flush covers Bucky’s face. He turns his head forward, too flustered to look at you, even if you're not looking at him.

The feeling of strong arms wrapping around your thigh makes you look up, Bucky’s face rubs against your lap like a cat, his stubble rubbing against your upper thigh, “At this point I think you’re turning into a cat.” You scratch the stubble along his face.

You set your book face down on the table beside you, moving down the bed to lay on your back, Bucky makes noises of protest, “Jamie, I’m just getting comfortable.” 

His head lays down on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. The lights dim, you shift closer to Bucky, lips right above his ear, “Gonna get punished tomorrow, Jamie,” Fingers sweep through his hair. “Shoulda listened to me, baby.”

His breathing stops for a short moment, he looks up at you, eyes glassy in that submissive way. Your lips land on his softly, reminding Bucky that he won't be getting the luxury tomorrow.

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Your phone was left unlocked on the bedside table, after he called out for you from your room, needing a screw driver. You went to get it from your garage. Little did you know you left your phone unlocked. 

Earlier you told bucky you were reading, but you didn't tell him what. You seemed shy and cut off the conversation too quick for his liking. What was so shameful about the book?

Bucky snatched your phone off the table and started to read a few paragraphs. His breath hitched hard, “Bucky slammed hard into you from behind, cock hitting your cervix-,” Oh, so this is why you wouldn't tell him what you were reading. Bucky copied the link of the so-called “book” and sent it to himself.

Bucky sat your phone back down when he heard you coming back with the screwdriver, “One screwdriver for the Sergeant.” You handed it to him with a smile, you grab your phone and realize you left it open. You glance at Bucky, but he's already back to work.

There's no way Bucky would have looked at your phone. He respects your privacy.

Later that night when Bucky went home, he read the “fanfiction” Bucky Barnes x reader.

Bucky couldn't help it, he was so hard while reading it, all he could imagine is you face down in his bed, while he hits your cervix. 

He loved the thought of you reading fanfictions of him, rubbing your thighs together, getting wet, while he's in your bedroom, fixing your bed. 

Were fanfictions really that popular? Especially about him? He looked up more fanfictions with his name- “Holy shit.” Bucky couldn’t believe it, so many fanfictions about him. Not just him, there were “ships” with him and Steve, and him and Sam.

I mean Bucky went both ways, he never thought people would take interest in him, let alone write dirty things of him fucking.

His doll was into reading these things? His so-called “innocent” neighbor, who makes him open jars- reads dirty fanfictions about him.

He was done for. Bucky pulls the covers off of his legs. Cock hard and heavy against his stomach. He wraps his hand around his cock. He cums four times that night. His stomach and chest were covered in his sticky cum.

A knock at your front door wakes you up, you get up off the couch with a sleepy groan. The door opens before you can get to it, the sun shines brightly through the open door, “Come on doll, you gotta lock the door, what if i was an intruder?”

Your forearm shields your eyes from the light, “At least you would be a handsome intruder.” You didn't even register what you had said, your groggy mind and the light distracting you.

A low groan fell from Bucky’s lips, he didn't know if it was from your words, or the outfit you were wearing. A tight t-shirt, no bra, and shorts that barely hide your cunt. Your nipples are peaks and that damn t-shirt is not hiding them.

Bucky shakes his head to shake away his dirty thoughts, this isn’t right, but why does it feel so right? You’d feel right on his cock.

“Want some coffee Buck? Black?” You start for the kitchen and Bucky can’t help, but look at your ass. Those shorts are not hiding anything.

Fuck his mother didn’t raise him this way.

Bucky walked to your bedroom, today your bedframe would finally be fixed, he had to take his time with the delicate wood of the frame. 

He was attaching the headboard to the frame when you walked in with his coffee. He takes the coffee, his hand grazes yours, he swears his cock might jump out of his pants.

You turn to your dresser, your back to Bucky, you slip your shorts down your legs, your shirt follows.

A surprised noise makes its way out of Bucky, “Doll- I’m still here ya know!?” He looks away fast not wanting to gawk at your body, only in panties.

“Bucky, you’ll be fine,” a hum leaves you as you stretch your back, "Unfortunately my back isn't, the couch has been killing my back.” 

All Bucky can do is stare at your back, your curves, your legs. He takes a deep breath, “I told you, you can stay at my house. You’re my friend after all.” Although he doesn't want to be just friends.

His eyes follow your body as you bend down to rummage through your dresser for shorts.

“Bucky you also only have one bed,” the shorts climb your legs, what a shame, “We’d have to sleep together, I'm a cuddler.”

Bucky looks away and takes a sip of his coffee, he can’t respond or he may moan at you. 

“Oh! Will you take me to get a mattress today?” You're standing beside him now, he looks up at you from the floors.

“Of course, doll.”

He looked amazing on his knees.

It took you two whole hours to pick out a mattress, not that Bucky cared, it meant spending time with you. The ride back to your house was suffocating in the best way possible, you smelt amazing, Bucky was sure he smelt like you now.

“Bucky- this stupid mattress has to take over a day to puff up,” You face Bucky, who is in the doorway of your bedroom.

“My offer still stands,” his beefy arms crossed over his chest, "Don't be stubborn, you can have my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Before you trekked to his house you packed a small overnight bag.

You lay in his bed fresh out of the shower. Bucky’s bed smells exactly like him, it’s soft and comforting. He walks out of the bathroom in sweatpants, and what seems to be no boxers.

Your eyes meet his faster than light travels, “If you need anything I’ll be on the couch.” He turns to walk off then he hears your voice.

“Buck just lie with me, it’ll be ok,” He hesitates, then moves forwards towards the bed.

He’s starting to regret not wearing boxers.

The bed creaks as he lays back in bed, he lays like a brick in the bed, heavy and stiff. No pun intended.

Bucky hears you huff, “You don’t have to be so stiff Buck, relax. I’m just the average woman. You’ve had them in your bed before.”

“I’m trying to be respectful, ya know?” He scowls over at you.

“Wimp,” You scoot closer to him, laying your head on his chest, left leg crossing over his thighs. “Good?” He nods, face flushed.

You fall asleep fast, the night sky taking you to the stars to dream, hopefully about Bucky.

Bucky stays awake long after you, cock hard in his sweats, not daring to move.

By the time his eyes open in the morning, he’s spooning you, protecting you from the morning sun. Both in a fetal position, vibranium arm under lie your head, flesh arm wrapped tightly around your hips, acting as a cocoon.

Cock twitching at the feeling of you pressed tightly against him, Bucky leaves the bed quickly, he walks to the kitchen, starting his coffee maker.

The floor boards creak behind him, “Good sleep, doll?”

Your eyes catch on Bucky’s back, strong from years of training, years of capture, scars litter his body, his left shoulder the worst, but so pretty. Tan skin, kissed by the morning sun, “Huh? Yeah very good actually, haven’t slept that good in years.”

Something unspoken, you both knew it was because of him.

The day flew by fast, Bucky checking your bed to make sure it was stable, making sure the mattress was fluffed enough to sleep on. You both may or may not have taken a nap together.

Bucky watches you from the bedside as you stand, reading on your phone, no doubt a fanfiction about him. He stands in front of you, “So doll, what’s a fanfiction, hm?” 

A look of surprise crosses your face, you try to mask it with a smile, “Fanfictions?”

“Yeah fanfictions.” Bucky takes your phone from your hand, throwing it on the bed, “Didn’t think i knew did you.”

You're frozen in place, “I bet you want me to fuck you right now don’t you? I bet that pussy is begging for me, I know you are.”

Bucky pushes you back towards the bed by your waist, your thighs hit the bed, “I think we should wear the bed in, together. Don’t you agree, doll?” Bucky pushes you on the bed roughly.

Your eyes are wide as you look up at him, he’s already climbing over your body, “Wanna hit that pretty cervix.”

He kisses your thighs, “You have no idea how badly I want you. Been wanting to fuck you so bad.” He sucks a dark hickey into your right thigh. “Wanted to treat you like a lady, wanted to be a gentleman like my momma taught me,” Bucky moves to your left thigh, sucking another hickey, while making eye contact. Your breathing is heavy, eyes and pupils wide.

“Bucky-” He bites your thigh hard to shut you up. “Can’t even take you on a date, before I fuck you.” His tongue soothes over the bite mark. Bucky’s tongue drags higher, up and over your panty covered hips, “Don’t worry doll, you'll get all the dates from now on.” He kisses right under your belly button, “Buy you everything, hold your hand on walks, hold your hands while we fuck, whatever you want doll, you can have.”

Lips kiss lower down your v-line, “I want you Bucky, I fucking need you, please.” The plea came deep from your soul and he knew it. Those words were filled with need. You needed him more than just sex, you needed his love, his heart. 

“I know doll, I know,” The soothing tone melts your brain, Bucky can see you melting for him. He spreads your legs to nestle between them, face right at you wet dripping cunt. He kisses your panty covered clit, your head falls back on your bed. He kisses your cunt, sucking your clit through the panties, “Tell me you need this like I do.”

“I fucking need you Bucky, I need you just as much as you need me,” You look him deep in his eyes, you were filled with certain.

Next thing you know is your panties being pulled to the side as he sucks hard on your clit, back arching off the bed in a bow, mouth open moaning his name.

His forearms lean deep into the bed as he licks your cunt like a savage man, “I need to fuck this pussy now.”

He pulls his shirt off, his sweats come off after, it all happens fo fast-

Youre face down into your new pillows, his cock slams into you hard, hes fucking you so hard. Bucky uses your panties to bring you back on his cock, he fucks deep into you, his cock abuses your cervix, your moans high-pitched, the pillow doing nothing to help hide the noises you make.

“Fuck look at you taking me, so fucking good doll, squeezing me so tight I wont be able to leave this pussy,” A ripping noise sounds and Bucky stops, he looks down seeing the panties in shreds.

“Fuck doll, was so rough I ripped your panties,” A whine deep from you throat, makes Bucky forget the panties. He grabs your hips, pulling you back on his cock slowly, tortuously slow, another whine, then Bucky slams right into your g-spot, he pulls out all the way then slamming back in hitting your cervix.

Your thighs wobble, but Bucky keeps you upright with his hands on your hips. “Can’t get enough of this pretty pussy- Fuck-” His hips stutter against your ass, he moans deep from his chest, “Fuck baby I dont think I’m gonna last any longer.”

Your hips roll back against his teasingly, “Harder Sargeant. Need your cock, Need your cum.”

Every thrust, every roll of his hips, every moan that fell from his lips were so delicious. You look over your shoulders to see Bucky's head thrown back, mouth agape with moans, chest heaving and sweaty, vibranium arm glinting in the light, hands digging deep into your hips. Your eyes roll back in unison as he hits your g-spot, your cunt clenches around his thick cock, “Bucky, I’m cumming!”

Your cunt clenching around his cock has his hips stuttering. Bucky’s balls clench, then he’s cumming. Hot spurts of cum hit your cervix, hips staying flush to yours as you both cum.

Bucky stays still in your cunt, letting himself soften, “I want to make all your fantasies real, especially the ones from your fanfictions.” You wiggle your hips playfully, his cum starts to drip from you as you do.

Bucky gets up from the bed to grab a washcloth to clean you up, he finally lays beside you, the bed creaks, then cracks, “Bucky. Did the bedframe just break?”

Bucky tries not to smirk, “I think it did.”

Bucky “only wanted a shower” at least that’s what he said, he “only wanted to pamper his girl, treat her right, like she deserves.”

Now, he has you in his strong arms, legs hanging up-and-over the crook of his elbows, hands gripping your ass, as he brings you down on his thick cock.

“Holy shit, Bucky!” A lewd moan falls from your lips into the steamy air, your hand grip at the back of his neck, “Harder- please!”

“Such a good girl, doll,” groaning, he slams you down even harder, “Dirtyin’ and cleanin’ ya at the same time.” Bucky’s words make you tighten around his cock.

Your nails dig deep in his scalp and neck, leaving crescent moons in their wake. Bucky lets out a satisfied moan at the searing pain, “You’re gonna make me blow my load if you keepa’ clenchin' and scratchin’.”

Bucky tilts his hips up further to hit your g-spot.

Moans fall from your lips in a harmonic melody, your Bucky’s favorite instrument to play, he can’t wait to strum you so tight that you break.

“That’s it pretty girl, so fuckin’ good,” his cockhead hits you g-spot continuosly, his cock sends you right to heaven or maybe the firey pits of hell, with how sinful his fucking feels.

Your clit throbs at the need of being touched, moving a hand from Bucky’s neck down to your clit, until Bucky ceases his movements. An ear-splitting whine comes deep from your throat, “Why the hell did you stop!?”

His eyes shine as he grins, “I have an idea, doll.” Bucky turns to his right, towards the showerhead spraying strongly. He maneuvers you, his vibranium arm wrapping around your waist, while the other plucks the showerhead from its holder. He hands it to you, you raise an eyebrow.

“For that clit of yours,” That’s all Bucky replies, before he’s slamming into you repeatedly. His head falls back with a moan, he wished he could live in your cunt 24/7. He wants to cum so fucking deep in you, he wants your stomach round with his children, he wants you everything to do with you. He just needs you.

The showerhead sprays on your clit, a whole new feeling you're already obsessed with, the water hits the base of Bucky’s cock, heightening his pleasure.

Strong hands tighten impossibly tight on your waist, Bucky hits your cervix over and over, you swear your scream with pleasure, the feeling painfully sweet.

Your cunt clenches tight around Bucky’s cock, his movements stutter at the feeling. Belly tightening, mouth gaping with moans, vision blackens, then you're falling over the edge. The water continues to bare down on your clit, as you orgasm, waves of pleasure crash onto you.

Bucky watches your slack jaw, eyes half lidded, moans emitting past your lips, cunt clenching so tight around his cock, “Good girl, so fuckin’ good.”

His lower stomach tightens with pleasure, running down the vein to his cock, the water hitting the base of his cock just right. Bucky’s cock twitches against your cervix, his balls tighten. 

“Oh fuck-” He cums deep in your cunt, hot cum pumps into you, his eyes roll far behind his eyelids. The outside world fizzles into a dream, only you and him are left.

After a few moments you both come down from your sinful orgasms. Patting Bucky’s check to make sure he’s really back on earth, “Hey handsome? You ok?”

“I swore I saw my brain, doll,” His voice wobbles. “‘M ok doll, just very relaxed.”

Bucky lets you down slowly making sure to rub your knees where they were bent for so long, “Doin’ alright?” You hum a reply, you have that lazy satisfied look.

“Pampered to the max,” You lean far into him.

The door to Bucky’s apartment is once more jammed, you slam your shoulder into the door and it pops open with a groan. The sudden aroma of weed fills your nose, the apartment smokey, the voice of Bucky in the kitchen catches your attention. You shut the door behind you.

“Damn oven, burning my food,” you follow Bucky’s voice into the kitchen.

Standing at the kitchen doorway, your eyes scan his beefy shoulders, you speak up, “Buck, you have to stop burning your food, I thought you were smoking without me.” The weed smell was always atrocious and delightful.

Bucky turns around with a pan of brownies and a smirk, “Your nose is smellin’ right, doll,” he waves the pan in the air towards you, he sets it on the kitchen island.

You head straight for the brownie pan on the island, when Bucky grabs your wrist, “Nuh uh doll. These are way too strong for you.”

“What? Why?” You question with a whine, as you pull your wrist from his. God, you loved when Bucky’s hands were on you.

“Lets just say, these were made with super-weed,” he jokes as he turns to look through his silverware drawer for a knife.

His back is so beefy, all you want to do is claw at it. The way his back flexes with any simple movement makes-

“I’m serious, doll,” Bucky cuts the brownies in big pieces, "Don't touch. Don’t eat.”

His words cut through your wet daydream, looking at his face, you nod, “I won’t eat them. Edibles fuck me up anyways.”

Bucky takes a huge bite of the brownie while making eye contact, fuck, you’d do anything to see that view from inbetween your legs.

“Earth to, doll?” A large hand waving in front of your face brings you back to your reality, “Did you bring the joints?”

“Hm? Yeah I did,” pulling out the baggie of joints, from your pocket, you wave it in his face like he did with the brownies. “Oh and a new lighter, yours is shit.”

You walk to his couch, laying across it, Bucky follows you. He lifts your socked feet, while he sits, then lays them on his lap.

You pull a joint out of the baggie and light it, taking a long drag holding the weed smoke deep in your lungs, you hand the joint to Bucky.

As he smokes you grab the remote to his TV, surfing the channels until you find something worthy of watching, you let the smoke out through your nose.

Bucky taps on your ankle to let you know he’s finished with his hit, he hands you the joint back, you happily accept the offer.

Both of you smoke the joint until the roach is left, the air course with weed smoke, shoulders relaxed.

You look at Bucky in the floor spread out like a starfish, when did he even lay down? When did he have time to unbutton his flannel, you giggle at him, “Buck, what- what the hell are you doing in the floor?” You can’t stop giggling at him, God, you’ve never been this high, neither has he.

Bucky just hums lazily, he looks up at you from the floor, “It’s comfy~ you should come lay with me.” He blinks at you, with the pace of a sloth.

“Buck-” Your own giggles interrupt you, “The couch is much more comfortable.” You move your feet slowly for him to sit, you watch as he basically crawls to and on the couch. Bucky leans his head back on the couch, thighs manspreading, shoulders relaxed, he even has that adorable lazy smile of his. Your feet find their place back on his lap.

A soft pain shoots through your heart remembering why he really smokes, his nightmares. You were just his plug when you first met, he’d buy weed from you, he’d always pay you way more money than you asked for. Bucky even asked you to teach him how to smoke weed the second time you met up. He swore he wasn’t smoking right, that night he was so high, not as high as today, that’s the night he became your best friend. The closer you both became, the better both of your lives became. Bucky was a constant in your fleeting world.

A whine catches your attention, “Doll. I wanna cuddle.” Bucky gives you a pout, one he only uses when he’s high.

“No.” You give him a glare, “Last time we cuddled you laid right on top of me, and crushed me.” He groans at you.

The next few minutes are quiet, the sound of the TV playing, Bucky’s shifting in his seat, your soft giggles that aren't directed at anything  particular.

Bucky grumbles at the TV, giving you a glance, “‘M so hungry.”

You reply lazily, “The fridge is still in the kitchen, it didn't run away.”

Bucky pulls your feet off his lap, by your ankles, and around his waist, “I don’t want any food other than you doll.”

You gasp at the sudden movements, your head spinning, “Wait Buck,” Bucky pulls away immediately at your words, “Can you take your shirt off.” Bucky pauses, his eyebrows knitting, then takes his shirt off slowly, he pulls his flannel off of his shoulders, the weed making his movements lazy.

There is a pause in the air, you look into his hazy eyes, as he does the same with you, “Bucky- you’re not in the right headspace, this isn’t right.”

“Come on, you know better,” his thumbs, cold and warm, smooth over your ankles, “Doll, I see the way you undress me with those pretty eyes, I see the way you stare at me when you think I don’t know, I see the way you rub your thighs together, I smell the need of your wet cunt.”

You can only nod at his words, before he’s on his knees on the couch, spreading your legs wider, so he can fit his beefy frame between them. He pulls your sweats off in a hurry to see his prize, his prize wrapped up in plum printed panties. Bucky smirks up at you, from between your legs, “I have a feelin’ you know my favorite fruit~”

Your face feels like it’s burning with embarrassment, “I- I may have bought them just, because-” You try to look him in the eyes but you can’t bring yourself to, “I bought them, because they made me think of you-” The words spew from your mouth as fast as possible.

His lazy smirk widens into a smile as you continue to spew, “I never thought you’d ever see them so- so i bought them as-”

“Doll. You don’ gotta explain,” he kisses your thighs slowly. “All I know is that you'll be the sweetest plum I've ever tasted.” That brownie has made him so horny, he needs to taste you.

Pulling your panties down, he’s interrupted by you, “Wait Buck- I don’t shave!”

“Who even gives a fuck doll!?” He almost rips your panties in two, ripping them down your legs, “I’m from the forties, we didn” give a damn.” he huffs, “I still don’.”

You push yourself further up the armrest to watch Bucky, he’s pulling your cunt apart with his thumbs, he watches keenly as your arousal floods from your cunt. You swear you’ve never been this wet, maybe because it’s James Buchanan Barnes, maybe it’s because of how horny the weed has made you, or maybe it’s both factors.

A vibranium finger sweeping over your clit brings you back to life, you buck your hips up closer to the sensation. He kisses up and down your left thigh as his vibranium thumb flicks over your clit a few more times, you buck your hips again, and he nips your thigh.

“If you wanna stop at any time just tell, ok?” You look him in the eyes and answer with a meek, “Ok.”

Then he’s moving fast, your thighs are thrown over his strong shoulders, his equally strong arms -One hot, One cold- wrap around the front of your thighs to hold your stomach down, his lips kiss your clit softly, a predator kissing its prey before death. Your hips try to buck up, his arms hold you down, “Gonna havta’ try harder than that.”

Bucky licks from your sticky slick hole to your clit, he kisses your clit again, so softly, so sinful. Bucky laps and licks at your clit, his nose perched in your soft cunt hair, his eyes connected to yours by an invisible rope. Bucky sucks deeply on your clit, the eye contact breaks, your head falls back against the armrest, a loud vulgar moan slips past your lips, your hips buck more in his grasp. 

His hips twitch against the couch his cock raging in his jeans, he ruts against the couch, making him moan at the friction, the vibrations of Bucky’s moan shoots through you, making your grab his hair with both hands, “Bucky- Fuck- I need you to-”

It’s like Bucky read your mind, he sucks harder on you, his tongue lies flat and hard against your clit. He grips your plush stomach and thighs for more leverage to eat your cunt, then you feel that gut fluttering feeling, your thighs shut around Bucky’s head, hands deep in his hair pull taut, “That’s it, atta girl.” 

Then you’re falling over that perfect edge, your hips jerk hard from your orgasm, eyes rolled far behind your eyelids, Bucky’s name falls from your mouth like he’s a god, he continues to eat your cunt as you fall back to earth.

A kiss to your clit makes you jerk and open your eyes, “Good girl, fuck you look like a lost angel when you cum.”

You can’t even speak, your throat is wrecked from all the moaning you’ve just done.

“I have a hypothesis that whatever was in that brownie, made me very horny,” Bucky lifts himself on his hands above you, “so much so that humping against the couch made me cum.”

You down at his jeans, “Well Barnes, I have another place you can cum. A few actually.”

God, Bucky, could never get enough of you. If you asked him to get on his knees, and crawl a thousand miles, he would. He’d die a million times and be burnt by a hundred suns, before he'd let you fall through his fingers. He needed your touch, if he didn’t, he’d be starved like the desert is of water.

He needed your touch everywhere at once. Bucky needed your lips on his, he needed your hands in his, he needed every fibre of his being stitched into yours.

He loved how kind you were to everyone no matter the cause, if someone had gotten your order wrong at your favorite restaurant, or if it was your nosey coworker asking too many questions about Bucky.

That’s how Bucky ended up in front of your reading chair, on his knees, all he wants to do is keep his doll happy, even if it’s only sitting at your feet obediently, as you read.

Bucky won’t move a muscle even if his body tells him to, the military trained him to stay put for hours, maybe not for this certain act, but he knows better than to move. His knees and back may be screaming at him to stand and stretch out, he’d never disobey you. Never.

Ever so often you’d pat his head like the lapdog he is, you’d sometimes give him little words of encouragement in that soft voice, if he got lucky, you’d give him a peck on his bruised bitten lips.

Bucky would let out small whines, when you would pull your hand away from his head, to turn the page of your book. You’d look at him with a raised brow, and he’d shut up immediately.

Your favorite moments were when you were out in public and Bucky was practically attached to your hip. His vibranium arm wrapped tight around your waist. He’d scowl at everyone except you. Bucky’s scowl would morph into the brightest smile as soon as his eyes landed on your face. You couldn't get enough of it. Bucky couldn't get enough of you.

At the end of the night, he’d be back on his knees for you, he’d crawl to the edge of the bed where you sat with a glass of wine. You’d spread your bare legs to show your even bare pussy.

Bucky only stares at your pussy, until you say otherwise, then he’ll eat your pussy on his aching knees, until you beg him to stop.

He’d pray on his knees for your cunt 24/7 if he could. He’d pray for your love, your mind, and your body. 

Bucky worships the ground you walk on, most of all, he worships you.

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The angry sun beats down on you and Bucky, as you tend to the cows. Continuing to shove hay in the bale holder, you hear Bucky curse like a sailor, “Now Jamie, you don’t curse like that in front of ladies.” You tease as you walk away from the bale holder to your husband.

He raises a sweaty eyebrow at you, “Oh really, doll? Didn’t you just let that f-word fly right outta ya mouth just a few minutes ago?” Bucky pulls you closer by your waist, “Not very lady-like.”

You scowl at him and he makes a noise of satisfaction, “Now can you go get me that damn hose from the barn? The cows done drank all the water out the trough.”

“As you wish Sarge,” You give Bucky a peck on the lips before you start your jog to the barn. You reach for the long water hose on the side of the barn, when you hear a soft mewing nearby. You glance around to see where it’s coming from, until you see movement in your flower bed, “Gotchya.”

You crouch down in the flowers to see the small, blue eyed, kitten that was meowing. You try to reach for the Kitten, but it rears back with a hiss, “Just as feisty as James.” You move closer to the cat, grabbing it by the scruff. The kitten blinks its big eyes towards you, “Not so feisty now, hm?”

You hold the kitten in one hand, so you can drag the hose with the other, “See a little TLC never hurt nobody.”

Finally you're back by Bucky's side, flinging the hose into the trough, “You coulda got that you know?”

Bucky leans back against the old wooden fence that keeps the cows in, he opens his mouth to say something, he stops when he sees what’s in your hand.

You give him those pleading eyes that always seem to work, except this one time, “Doll we don’t need more animals, we got ‘nough as is.” He looks at your pouty lip and shakes his head, “You aint gonna get me with that look of yours this time.”

You hold the cat up to your face, “Don’t worry he’ll get used to you.” You set the kitten back on the ground and watch it scurry away.

Later that night you sneak into the bathroom as Bucky takes a shower, if using your “please eyes” won’t work, you know what will.

Even with the glass shower doors fogged you can still see the outline of his strong muscular body. That back of his makes you wanna jump him like a starved woman. God he’s a drug and you're the abuser.

You slip your clothes off quietly, before opening the fogged shower door, wrapping your arms around Bucky’s waist from behind, “How’s my favorite cowboy?”

He pulls his head from under the showers spray to look back at you, “Mighty fine now that my wife is here.” Bucky turns to face you so he can get a good look at your pretty face, he bends his neck to kiss your lips. He slots his hands deep into your hair, he then steps back to pull you under the shower head.

You pull away from the kiss with a gasp, “Oh you ass!”

“Doll, you underestimate me,” Bucky pulls you closer to his body. “I’m a trained military man. I can hear and see your plans from a mile away.”

“Why can’t we have a cat, Jamie?” You move your hands up his waist, over his chest, and around his neck, “They help with mice in the barn and it won’t need a litter box.”

Bucky groans at your persistent asking, even though you were right he wasn't going to say yes.

He kisses you again trying to ignore your question, his hands slide down your body, to hook under your thighs. You let him pick you up and push your back against the wall. Bucky’s fingertips dig into your thighs, as he starts to kiss you with much more vigor, he’s so hard already.

You pull the hair at the nape of his neck, “If I can’t have the cat, then you can't have this pussy.”

The following day you wake up early, to water the garden, well that was what you told a half asleep Bucky, when he asked where you were going. In reality, you were going to feed the kitten.

You step out onto the lawn with a yawn, you hate getting up early, you usually get to sleep in, while your hunk of a husband made you breakfast. Not today though.

The first place you head towards was the garden to find the kitten, nothing. That’s when you hear your ranch dog, Steve, barking at the clucking chickens, “Steve would ya shush it? It’s too damn early.” You round the back corner of the barn to see what the commotion is.

A few of your hens were pecking on the poor kitten, “Hey, you assholes!” You shoo off the chickens, pick the kitten up, checking for injuries, “Poor baby, those hens are such bullies.” You walk into the barn, patting Steve on the head for alerting.

Steve sits by the door of the barn with a happy tail wag, you sit the kitten beside him. You watch as Steve sniffs the kitten and sneezes, “Wow Steve. Way to say hello to your damsel in distress.”

As you walk deeper into the barn for the feed you can’t help, but think of a name for the kitten.

You set two bowls of food down in front of Steve and the kitten, “So, what doya think about Alpine, huh?” Steve barks and wags his tail, “Not for you dummy, you already have a name.” You flick Steve's head playfully.

The Kitten meows softly as she bends to eat out of her newfound bowl, “Now I’d watch your food, Steve may be a dog, but he loves hoggin’ food.” You giggle at your own joke.

The next few days consist of you getting up early, sneaking away to feed the cat early in the morning and late at night.

That was until, one night you were strolling back to the house, when all of a sudden your foot slid into a mud hole and you fell. You landed right on your back. You tried to push yourself to stand and that’s when you felt the thrumming pain in your ankle, “Fuck!”

Tears pricked at your eyes as you tried to get up once more, but failed. The only thing you could do was hope Bucky could hear you, “James! James please hurry!”

He was out of the house within seconds, Steve following right behind, both ready to fight the danger.

Bucky drops down on a knee, beside you, “Doll what the hell happened?” He tries to lift you to your feet, but you shake your head no, with a sob.

“Didn’t see the mud hole and slipped right in it, my ankle twisted. It hurts like hell.” Bucky’s already lifting you up bridal style, carrying you into the house and into the bathroom.

The night ended in a blur of bandages with pain medicine.

You try to stand from the bed the next morning when Bucky walks into the bedroom with the look of, “Hell no.”

“Don’t even think of getting up doll,” He sets a breakfast tray down on your lap, “You’re not allowed to get up. Sergeant's orders.”

You roll your eyes at his remark, “Thank you Jamie.” He kisses your lips goodbye then walks off to start the day of farming.

You look down at your breakfast ready to feast, when you hear the front door shut, a groan from Bucky sounds.

The front door opens and you hear Bucky’s boots stomp up the stairs, he walks back into the bedroom, with a furry little Alpine in hand, “I think someone has a visitar.” You look sheepishly at Bucky.

All that you hear is the purring from Alpine, “Jamie, I think she likes you.”

“You’re only getting to keep her, because you're hurt,” he sets Alpine on the bed beside you. Bucky watches as Alpine cuddles up beside you, tightly. “Imma guessin’ she already has a name?”

You smile wide at Bucky, “Alpine.”

Bucky groans at your smile. He knew he wouldn't be able to tell you no.