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Want (Need) Your Taste

Summary: You and Bucky spend the morning in bed, doing some rather… pleasurable activities.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, kissing, oral (f receiving), handjob, (P in V) smut, unprotected sex, MINORS DNI. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: I’m rather inexperienced when it comes to writing smut, but I wanted to challenge myself. Who better to write smut about if not Bucky Barnes? Thank you for reading, I hope you’ll enjoy! <3

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“Look at me, doll.”

You forced yourself to listen to the spoken command, to open your eyes and tip your head forward to look down. Thick brown locks lay spread across the pillow, intense blue eyes staring up at you from between your legs where you straddled Bucky’s face.

The morning light shining in through the window of your bedroom had been what had awakened you. It was Saturday morning, and you nor your partner had anywhere to be today, which was too rare these days, what with both of your job titles.

Bucky had also still been in bed, but awake. He’d been lying down on his side, gazing at you with that painfully tender and devoted look he only ever reserved for you. It was impossible not to be affected by those eyes when he looked at you like that, and before you knew it, you were being tugged on top of him to ride his face, because ‘fuck, I need to taste you, doll.’

His lips trailed idly across your thighs, the pillowy skin already swollen and slick with your arousal. Bucky hummed, looking pleased with your eyes back on him again. “That’s it, keep those pretty eyes open. Watch me make you feel good.”

He returned back to your pussy, his mouth immediately jumping back to work. Bucky’s tongue licked long and firm through your folds, tasting you from the source, and all the way back up to your clit. He closed his lips around the bundle of nerves and sucked.

A broken mewl fell from your lips, shuddering from the pleasure zapping from your core and all the way up through your body. Fingers slid into Bucky’s hair, gripping the strands as if it was your only anchor to stop you from trembling apart. Your hips rocked softly against his mouth, “Buck! Feels so good, fuck.”

Bucky groaned against your clit, the sound vibrating against the swollen nub. A whine slipped past your lips, your legs instinctively jerking as if trying to get away. His hands, both metal and flesh, held onto your hips firmer to keep you right where he wanted you. The unspoken words he was conveying were clear as day, ‘don’t pull away from me.’

His mouth was hot and wet as it sucked onto your clit firmer, flicking his tongue back and forth against the swollen nub. Your hand gripped tighter onto Bucky’s hair, keeping him close to where you needed him. The pleasurable sensation was steadily building, and you knew that it was not long before you were going to shatter. “I’m getting close, don’t stop!”

Bucky, ever the devoted lover that he was, did not disappoint. He didn’t speed up or change the rhythm, his mouth devouring you in the same way he had been doing. His hand, the metal one, let go of his firm grip on your waist. It instead creeped up your torso slowly, up to your chest. The firm hand cupped your breast, his thumb rolling the nipple for extra stimulation.

Moans were spilling out of your mouth with every breath you took, hovering over the release that was within reach. A pinch of your nipple and a delicious lick of Bucky’s tongue was what finally made you shatter. Your eyes slammed shut as the release tipped over the edge and washed over you.

Ears ringing, you couldn’t hear whether you were screaming or not, but you undoubtedly knew that sounds of pleasure fell from your wide open mouth. Wave after wave of bliss sweeped over you, warming you like a blanket. Bucky kept licking you through it, his tongue coaxing you through the aftershocks, working them out until your fingers loosen their hold of his hair.

Your chest rose and fell in fast, shallow breaths. Bucky stayed there a moment longer, kissing your inner thighs, his hands smoothing over your thighs and torso in tender movements. “You taste so fucking good, baby. Can never get enough of your sweet pussy.”

Once the aftershocks fully left you, you lifted up your hips and glided down his muscular body until you laid flat on top of him. Your hand reached up to cup his cheeks, your lips eagerly meeting Bucky’s in a hot and messy kiss. His hand cupped behind your head, his tongue teased against your bottom lip, asking for entrance, which you granted. You let out a small moan against Bucky’s lips when you realized you could taste yourself.

In a swift and steady movement, Bucky guided you to lay back on the duvet before he rolled on top of you, strong arms caging you in around your head. His cock pressed against your thigh, hard and hot on your skin. Your breath stuttered in your chest at his obvious arousal.

Still kissing, your hand that had been clinging to his back began to slide down his pectorals and between your thighs. With a slow and steady hand you grasped onto his hard cock and gave it a firm stroke once.

Bucky broke away from the kiss with a stuttering moan, his pupils blown wide. His breath was hot as it fanned your face. “Shit, [Name]. Your hand feels so fuckin’ good.”

“Yeah? You feel good in my hand.” You started to stroke him again, the firm flesh twitching in your hand. You bit your bottom lip as you gazed up at the man above you, making note of every single reaction you pulled out of him. “I want you inside me.”

Bucky groaned, the sound bouncing around the room. He nodded eagerly, leaning down to kiss you deep and filthy again, only pulling away to hoarsely agree. “Yeah, I want that to. Wanna be inside you so fuckin’ bad.”

Crashing back against your lips, his body pressed close against yours. Your thighs fell to your side, spreading your legs wide open in invitation. He groans against your mouth as he sinks his hips between them. You tilt your hips up as Bucky presses the tip of his cock against your wet, sensitive pussy.

He sunk into your tight heat slowly, his hips pressed forward slow and deep, and the air was pushed out from both of your lungs. Your hands grasped onto his shoulders, holding onto him as you were being filled, the sensation intense and oh so good. Bucky’s breath caught on a soft groan, pressing his face against your neck. “God, doll. Your pussy feels so tight and warm.”

The both of you remained still for a few moments, getting used to the feeling of filling and being filled by the other. Then Bucky slowly pulls out only to just as carefully and slowly push in again. The sensation pulled a gasp out from your lips, your walls instinctively pulsing around his cock as if to pull him in deeper.

His hips rolled in and out between yours, the thrusts steadily gaining strength and speed until you’d both found the perfect rhythm that felt the best. The faint sound of his skin meeting yours filled the bedroom, along with the moans and groans that poured out of your lips.

“Oh, Bucky, right there! Just like that.” You moaned as Bucky rolled his hips into your own at the perfect angle, hitting the spongy spot inside that made zaps of pleasure spread through your whole body, all the way to your fingertips.

Bucky groaned against your cheek. He tightened his hold on you, pulling your body closer against his like he doesn’t want even an inch of space between you. “Yeah? Right there, sweetheart?”

You could only nod soundlessly, clinging onto Bucky’s shoulders with your hands harder, thighs trembling at the pure pleasure that was being given. You could already feel the orgasm building up inside you, and Bucky was doing a damn good job of building it up.

Surging up, you captured Bucky’s lips in a needy kiss. He moaned against them as you took his bottom lip between yours and nibbled, his hips stuttering on his thrust for a second.

Bucky suddenly propped himself up and pulled his head away from you, his lips trailing down your neck and to your chest. His mouth kissed across the soft skin before closing around a nipple, circling his tongue around the nub, his hips never slowing the thrusts.

The building release was so close now that you could almost taste it. You tugged at Bucky’s hair, the other hand scrabbling across his shoulders and back as you felt the thin thread start to snap inside. “Oh god, Bucky! I’m- I’m gonna-“

Your orgasm tore through you, long and deep. Your whole body locked up, thighs clenching, arms holding tight to his shoulders as the pleasure crashed over you in wave after wave.

As you tightened with your release, pulsing around his cock, Bucky too fell apart. He moaned your name, his whole body shuddering as he came, face buried in your chest. His hips never stop thrusting through his and your orgasm. ”Shit, [Name]!”

As the waves of seemingly endless bliss that had been washing over you slowly started to ebb away, Bucky slowed his thrusting to a stop and instead grew limp, collapsing down onto your body, his weight pressing you down further into the mattress. You accept his weight immediately, soothing a hand down his damp back as you wait for your heartbeat to slow down.

Once both of your breaths calmed down, Bucky slowly and carefully pulled out of you, and you shift as his come starts to drip out. You would eventually have to get up to clean up the mess between your legs, but that could wait for a couple minutes.

With a sigh Bucky rolled onto his back, his arms still wrapped around you, bringing you with him. You curled up into his side, his arm wrapped protectively around you, your fingers drawing slow circles over the skin of his chest. “I think I died and went to heaven there for a bit.”

You huffed out a laugh, nuzzling into Bucky’s warm chest. You shared the same sentiment. “That good, huh?”

He looked at you for a long moment, something soft and unguarded in his gaze, then leaned forward to kiss your forehead, lingering there. “It always feels that good with you, doll. Everything does.”

You shifted slowly, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, your heart full with the love you had for the man beside you. He turned toward it and caught your lips with his in something achingly slow and full of promise, like he’s still memorizing what it feels like to be loved like this by you. ”I love you, Bucky.”

“I love you too, doll.” He pulled you tighter into his arms, tucking your head beneath his chin, nuzzling into your hair like he’s found his home. And you supposed that you both had, in each other.

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One Shot:

Sleepless Nights ❃

Bucky and Alpine keeps you company during a sleepless night.

Want (Need) Your Taste ღ

You and Bucky spend the morning in bed, doing some rather… pleasurable activities.

Updated 18/6/2025

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Sleepless Nights

Summary: Bucky and Alpine keeps you company during a sleepless night

Pairing: Fiancé!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Hinting of reader having insomnia but never actually stated

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: Hi everyone, I hope you’ll enjoy this piece that I started to write last night. I’ve had a rough couple of months, and now that I’m working I’ve not had as much time or energy to write, but I try anyways. Thanks for reading! 🫶🏻

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The soft hissing of the boiling kettle was the only sound you could hear in the kitchen, the whole house dark and quiet with the night. Moonlight spilled in through the window above the sink, bathing the kitchen with a dim glow. You stood silently by the kettle, your favorite mug along with the teabag in hand, waiting on the water to boil.

Despite the peacefulness of the late hour, sleep would not find you. There wasn’t really any reason for your lack of restfulness, it just seemed like one of those nights where no matter how tired you were, you just couldn’t fall asleep. They come and go in periods, usually lasting for a few days with a couple of months apart each time.

After several hours of turning and tossing, staring blankly up at the bedroom ceiling, you had given up trying. You had gotten out of bed as silently as possible, managing to avoid waking up your asleep fiancé. You shrugged on your fluffy morning robe over Bucky’s t-shirt that you’d stolen to sleep in, since it was a little cold outside of the thick duvet.

Your socks clad feet had guided you to the kitchen on a mission for a warm cup of soothing tea. That trick usually worked whenever you’d had sleepless nights in the past, from when you became a teenager and nights absent rest became more regular.

A brush against your bare calf turned your eyes away from the kettle, looking down at the tiled floor. Alpine looked up at you from down by your legs, letting out a low meow. She butted her face against your skin, asking for you to pet her.

“Do you want some attention, sweet girl?” You gave her a tired smile, reaching down to pet her white fur. She purred at your touch, her eyes closing in enjoyment. You huffed a smile, scratching behind her ears gently, her purring intensified as you scratched her favorite spot.

“Hey.” A quiet voice tore your gaze away from Alpine, eyes landing on Bucky. He was standing by the doorway, leaning against the wooden frame. He had been bare chested when you’d left him in bed, but he wore one of his tight black t-shirts along with black boxers. Both of his arms were crossed across his chest, blue eyes soft with concern. “Why are you out of bed? Bad dreams?”

You stood back up, shaking your head while giving him a gentle smile. There was no use in trying to hide or deny the restlessness from Bucky, he was too observant when it came to you. ”No, just couldn’t sleep. I figured tea would help. Did I wake you?”

Bucky shook his head, his lips tugging up in a warm smile. He straightened up from the doorway, making his way over to stand beside you. Bucky bent down to strock Alpine’s back tenderly, his eyes still locked on you. “Woke up to your side of the bed being cold. I wondered where you’d gone.”

The kettle’s light flickered off right as Bucky finished speaking, signaling that the water was hot enough. You lifted up the kettle and poured the boiling hot water into your cup, setting the ceramic on the countertop. You turned to Bucky while reaching with your free hand toward the cabinet. “Want some?”

“Sure, doll.” Bucky gave a soft smile. Reaching into the cabinet, you grabbed hold of the cup he always drank his morning coffee or tea in. You put in the same flavored tea bag as you had in your cup into Bucky’s before pouring the hot water into the cup.

Bucky met you halfways as you handed over the ceramic, his calloused fingers lingering over your own for a moment. His finger brushed over the stone of the ring on your fourth finger absentmindedly, the one he had picked out and tenderly put on your finger three months earlier. Bucky leaned forward to press a long kiss against your temple, whispering against your skin. “Thank you.”

You huffed fondly in acknowledgement, pulling your hand away slowly to grab your own mug. Pinching the thread between two fingers, you moved the tea pouch up and down in the water, watching the clear liquid turn a soft golden colour. Once the water had turned the desired colour and a mild floral scent filled your nose, you pulled the pouch out and threw it away into the trash bin.

Taking a careful sip of the warm liquid, you hummed pleasantly as the soothing flavor hit your tongue. You turned around, leaning your lower back against the counter, letting the warmth from the cup warm up your hands for a few moments. Bucky copied your move after tossing away the pouch, leaning back against the kitchen island opposite you as he sipped from his tea.

“It’s one of those nights, huh?” Bucky spoke, his voice low and tender. His eyes held that same soft concern they always did the nights you couldn't find rest. Bucky had several times in the past asked you to wake him up to keep you company, so that ‘you wouldn't get lonely’ he had said. But you rarely did, you felt too guilty to do so since Bucky had trouble with sleep himself.

You gave a small nod, confirming Bucky's question. You took a long sip from the tea, sighing heavily. It was hard trying to downplay your exhaustion. It felt like your body and soul was screaming, ‘I’m so tired!’. “Yeah, it’s one of those nights.”

The long haired man before you gave you a sympathetic look, his trained observation skills immediately seeing what you were not saying. It was no use trying to go back to bed since you’d be up for several hours more at the least before sleep would claim you. Bucky reached out with his flesh arm, softly slipping it around your waist and guiding you out from the kitchen towards the living room. “Come on sweetheart, let's sit down somewhere more comfortable.”

Bucky guided you to the large sofa, carefully guiding you to sit down without spilling either of your or his tea in the process. He followed you down once you’d made yourself comfortable, his hands gentle guiding your legs to lay across his lap. His free hand soothed across your skin, his thumb massaging the flesh tenderly.

Alpine, who had followed behind the two of you, hopped up on the couch with a meow, laying down beside you. She was a smart cat like that, she was good at sensing whenever Bucky or you weren't your usual selfs and wanted to offer her comfort. You stroked your hand down her fluffy back in gratitude.

Your fiancé watched the scene silently for a moment, enjoying the view of his two favorite girls interacting. Bucky leaned forward and took the tv remote from the coffee table. He pressed the power button, turning the volume down to a low setting as the living room brightened with light from the screen. “What would you like to watch? How about 13 Going on 30?”

You light up at Bucky’s suggestion of one of your favorite movies, touched that Bucky would endure watching that movie again, even if the both of you had seen it enough times to know it completely from beginning to end. Bucky was always so good to you, even when he didn't believe it. You couldn’t wait to marry this man, to spend the rest of your life with him. You nodded, leaning back into the cushions. “Yes please, Bucky.”

Bucky chuckled fondly at your reaction. He searched up the title and pressed the title, turning on the movie. Putting down the remote, Bucky leaned back against the cushions. He stretched out his arm, offering space against his side. You scotched immediately into his warm side, leaning your head against his shoulder.

Sighing contentedly, you turned your attention towards the tv screen, letting the comfort of your small family sooth your tired soul. Sleepless nights weren’t that bad after all.

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All I Want For Solstice, (Is You)

Summary: What could possibly be better than celebrating Winter Solstice with your family?

Pairing: Azriel x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Shit ton of fluff, sappy feelings, pregnancy

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: I hope this pieces was alright, I’d thought it be finished a lot earlier this December since I started writing it in November. But my cat unexpectedly became sick and had to be put down so I’ve been taking time to mourn his passing as well as getting back the energy to write again. Anyways, I hope you all will have a wonderful Winter Holiday however you’re celebrating!

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“We’re going to be late!” You hurried down the stairs as fast as you could in your, although low but still, heels. Scanning eyes searched for your handbag while simultaneously putting on the earrings that Azriel gifted you for your last birthday.

Azriel came out from the kitchen, a gift bag with the presents for your friends in hand. “Maybe a little. The others can survive our absence for a few minutes. Remember last Winter Solstice? Cassian and Nesta didn’t arrive until more than half an hour after everyone else.”

You huffed a breathless chuckle, grabbing for one of the warmer formal coats on the clothing rack in the hallway. “Yeah, and they’ll never hear the end of it. I’d rather not have a repeat of last year.”

Azriel, who was already dressed and ready to go outside, took a gentle hold of your upper arms. You halted to a stop at the sudden touch. “[Name], slow down, take a deep breath. You know that stress isn’t good for you.”

Breathing in deep through your nose and slowly releasing it through your mouth, you could feel the tightness in your shoulders loosen. Azriel smiled, gently squeezing his hands around your flesh. “Good, that’s better.”

Nodding, you slumped your head forward, resting your temple against your mate’s firm shoulder. “Sorry.”

Warm hands cupped your cheeks softly, tilting your head up so that he could look at you. Azriel’s hazel eyes held that warm and tender look that he only reserved for you, for the love of his life.

“Sweetheart, you never have to apologize for that. I just want you to be healthy and happy, the both of you.”

His hands instinctively left your cheeks to wander down your dress, settling over your swollen stomach, one lone shadow joining their master’s hands. You were well into the third and last trimester, and with just a few more weeks worth of time, the growing baby within you was to be born.

With it being your and Azriel’s first child, every single aspect of the pregnancy was completely new, both beautiful beyond words, and downright scary at times. While the both of you were ready and eager to welcome a little boy or girl, it is frightening thinking that someone so small and precious was to be brought into the world.

You sighed, leaning into the familiar and comforting touch. Azriel was always touching your belly ever since the news of a little life growing inside you were revealed, you're almost surprised they hadn’t left marks on your skin yet. His shadows were not much better, if Azriel couldn’t be near you for any reason, several of them would remain beside you to watch over and protect.

”We’re both okay, how could we not be when we have such a doting male taking care of us?” As if in agreement with your words, a foot kicked your stomach, right under one of Azriel’s palm. A smile grew on your lips, and Azriel downright beamed at the feel. You cooed, gazing lovingly at your round stomach, ”Yeah, isn’t that right, little one?”

Another kick, this time firmer and the small laugh that escaped from Azriel sounded a little choked. He leaned down, pressing a long kiss against where his hands had been seconds before. With his lips still pressed against you, Azriel whispered words that you had a hard time hearing. But the way he spoke them, the affection dripping from his voice, you knew they were made of love.

After a few more moments, Azriel seemed to be able to tear himself away from your belly, the shadow retreating to their master. Once back up on his feet, he leaned down to press a slow kiss on your lips. You couldn’t help but melt against your mate, arms wrapping themself around his neck to keep him close. The need after breath was what finally made you have to pull back from those alluring lips.

”Are you ready to leave?” Azriel mumbled, aiding your limbs in to your coat and buttoned it up. He pressed a kiss against your temple, a strong forearm sneaking behind and round your waist. At your smile and nod, the two of you opened the door and stepped out into the snow.

The Townhouse was bustling with activity when Azriel and you arrived. Loud talking, laughter and the clinking of silverware in the kitchen greeted your ears immediately after the door closed behind the two of you. Shrugging off the small amount of snow that had collected on your coat and in your hair, Azriel helped you out of the coat as well as his own.

With his arm wrapped around your waist, Azriel and you stepped further into the warm house and into the kitchen. Feyre, who was leaning against the counter beside Rhysand, noticed your arrival first. She threw herself over to you, giving you a hug. “Azriel, [Name]! Welcome, the food’s almost ready!”

“We’re not late, are we?” You asked upon being released, immediately being enveloped in a hug by Rhys, then Cassian, followed by Nesta, Mor, and lastly Elain. Amren had unfortunately been busy elsewhere and unable to join your family for celebration.

“No, no, you’re fine. Cassian and Nesta just arrived minutes earlier.” Rhysand reassured you, pulling away from hugging his fellow Illyrian brother. Azriel gave you a pointed, but tender look, as if saying ‘told you so’. You rolled your eyes at him, a somewhat sheepish smile tugging on your lips.

Azriel huffed, pressing his lips against your temple. His arm creeped back around your side, his hand resting against your stomach as he so usually did the last couple months. You leaned back against his steady form with a content smile.

Cassian, having seen the whole scene, let out a snort and smirked at Azriel. “You’re so wiped, Az.”

Your mate’s eyes that had been locked on you hardened a bit in warning, directing his gaze at Cassian. Feyre and Azriel stifled a giggle when Nesta’s hand made contact with the back of her mate's head, a tsked ‘idiot’ escaping her mouth.

The smirk remained, but his eyes gave away to gentleness. ”On a serious note, we’re so happy for you two. How are you and the baby doing [Name]? Not long left till your little one is here.”

You smiled, your own hand settling on top of your husband’s on your stomach. “We’re doing great Cass. Just a couple more weeks before you get to meet your niece or nephew.”

“From what I’ve gathered, Azriel seems certain that it’s a girl.” Rhysand said, sharing a look with you. That was indeed true, whenever Azriel would speak with you about your unborn child, he would always call them a girl. Whether it was about the nursery or baby clothes or what color their eyes would have, the Shadowsinger thought you two would have a daughter.

You knew your mate would be ecstatic no matter if the baby would turn out to be a boy or girl, but it did secretly warm your heart imagining Azriel with a daughter. But you would have to wait for the birth to find out if your mate was right or not.

“I guess we’ll just have to wait to find out.” You said wistfully. Azriel hummed, a loving smile on his face. He leaned down, pressing a brief kiss on your lips, whispering low for only you to hear. “I can’t wait to meet her, or him.”

Feyre smiled at your comment, gazing at her own mate before looking at the stove. “Yes, indeed we will. Anyways, the food should be ready. Let’s eat!”

The following hour was spent at the dining table, surrounded by your closest friends and family eating a delicious meal and delightful drinks. Cheeks almost sore from smiling and belly full and content, everybody eventually migrated to the living room to land on the couches and armchairs.

After the gifts were given, received and opened, Azriel sat on an armchair that was appropriately sized for Illyrian wings with you sitting with your back pressed against his chest. The sun had already gone down and the snow fell heavy outside, the energy from the day had been all but spent. In your wonderful mate’s arms, you couldn’t help but to be dowsing.

“Did you have fun today, sweetheart?” Azriel asked low, just for you to hear. You nodded, tipping your head back to look at him, a slow and sleepy smile spreading across your face. “This was the best Solstice I’ve ever celebrated.”

A warm and tender hand caressed your flushed cheek. His other hand rested on your belly, thumb swiping back and forth against the stretched skin. A couple of his shadows flowed across the skin that was not covered by his hand, curious and delighted by their soon to be new friend.

The baby within was peacefully sleeping after having kicked the whole time that the gifts had been opened. “I’m glad that you feel the same. I take it that we should be heading home soon?”

You hummed, leaning back further in Azriel’s warm embrace, face nuzzling deeper into his shoulder blade. “Not just yet. Stay like this for a little while longer, your comfortable.”

Azriel chuckled but tightened his arms around you, leaning his cheek against the top of your head. “Whatever my mate wants, she gets.”

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