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sunflowerdjarin · 19 days ago

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Indulgent

Pairing: Husband!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: When Bucky comes home from a mission, his wife indulges him with whatever he needs, but all he truly needs is you.

Warnings: 18+, smut, PiV, unprotected sex, breeding kink, husband Bucky.

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: This was self indulgent on my behalf. Please tell me if you like this, because I have never posted Bucky fanfiction before. Let me know if I missed any warnings.

You could hear the heavy boots clamber against the hardwood floor. His feet barely picking up off the ground and slamming down as he stumbled through to the living room. He found you where he always finds you, sitting on the sofa, snuggled underneath a blanket. You looked soft compared to his haggard appearance. He dropped his on the go duffel bag on the floor with a thud.

He knew by the end of tomorrow, you would have washed every article of clothing in it without him ever noticing. His clothes would be folded and put away before he even got a hold of the bag tomorrow. He tried to fight the guilt that would eat away at him for something as simple as laundry. You shouldn’t have to do that. He had stated that to you countless times. He was far past the point of a grown adult. He can do his own laundry. “I’m here to take care of you. Just like you take care of me.” That was your argument every time. Bucky’s favorite thing was taking care of you. He loved being able to do countless simple things to make your life easier. If you mentioned something to him in passing, it was done before the next morning. He loved having control over himself to do these basic things, to be able to do such niceties for someone so soft and so sweet.

He felt like crumbling directly into your arms. You could see it, the feeling, the hesitation that flickered behind his eyes. You threw the blanket off of yourself and opened your arms to him. “Come here.” He obeyed without a thought to contradict him. He thought about how dirty his clothes were from his mission, how he was dirtying your clean and soft skin. His build covered your entire body. His face was shoved into the crook of your neck with his hot breath against your skin. Your arms wrapped around him to hold him tight.

You always indulged whatever he needed after missions. He would come back with his body and mind exhausted. You would have done anything for him if he asked after these missions. He hadn’t even spoken since arriving home.

“What do you need, baby?” You spoke into his hair. You felt his cheeks quirk up as he smiled at the pet name. He was as old as your great grandparents and his huge body covered yours completely as he laid on top of you, but yet he was your baby. He sighed against your skin, “I need you.” His voice was low and gravely, a clear sign of his exhaustion. He pressed a kiss against your neck, his stubble rubbing against you causing a stark contrast. He hadn’t seen you for days. This mission had last longer than he expected and despite calls and texts, he still found himself yearning for you every night.

His voice was enough to send warmth to your stomach. You released a deep breath from your chest. “Then have me.” You said quietly from underneath him. He lifted his head and easing his weight off of you. You could see the muscles flex in his arm and the parts in his metal arm shifted as he placed his weight on his arms. This was not your typical response to him. His jaw clenched, “What do you mean?” His eyebrows were furrowed together. You reached a thumb up and smoothed his brows back to his softer demeanor, confusion still etched across his face. “I want you to take what you need.” Your eyes were tracking between his eyes and his lips. “You work so hard. You take care of me and give me such a beautiful life. I want you to take what you need from me.” It left your lips almost like a confession, honesty was oozing from your words and Bucky couldn’t help the tears that formed in his eyes. You were so earnest in your words and clearly it had gotten him. He had wanted nothing more than to be a good man, take care of you, and live a beautiful life. He had achieved it. Your simple praise caused him to harden against your thigh. “Will you have me then?” You asked in a soft voice.

His response was to kiss you breathless. His lips attacked yours with such passion. His arms scooped you up from underneath and carried you to your shared bed. He placed you down gently, always a gentleman. He finally looked down to see what you were wearing. You had donned his favorite nightgown. It clung to you so perfectly. He could see your nipples perking under the thin fabric. The groan that left him was guttural. “You planned this.” He muttered as he moved to drag the nightgown up and over your skin. He gently pulled it over your head. His kisses trailed back down past your jawline and down your neck. “I know how you get after long missions.” The response was breathy as he kissed underneath your breast. The word he would use was pent up. The word you would use to describe him would be ravenous. He loved how well you knew him. He knew you as well, gauging how your body arched as his tongue swirled around your nipple. His hands grabbed at your sides and moved down to your hips, feeling every valley and peak. His fingers looped on your underwear and pulled them down in one fluid motion.

He could see the wetness glistening off of you. He grabbed one of your legs and leaned his head against your bent knee. “I’m not the only one pent up.” He spoke as he kissed down your leg towards your heat. Your hand reached down before he got there. “I want you to take what you need. Don’t worry about me. You’ll get me there like you always do.” You practically dragged him up as you tugged off his black shirt. Bucky was about to argue back as you reached for his belt. Your head snapped up, “You are going to focus on you and your pleasure. You work so hard and you deserve to indulge yourself. Is that clear?” Your hands stilled as you waited for a response. He struggled to find any words. “Yes ma’am.” He finally said. It was seldom that you made orders to him, but he always obeyed. You went back to undoing his pants and tugging them down his legs.

“Use me, Jamie.” You said clearly as you looked up at him. His broad body towering over you. His body littered with scars. You were sure that you had kissed all of them at some point or another. The tip of his cock was rubbing against his lower stomach and leaking at your words. His body came down fast on top of you. He was kissing you feverishly. “I want to feel you.” His voice was low against your ear. You knew what he meant, he wanted to go in raw. It would be easy to just to tell him yes, but instead you indulged him. “Please, Jamie, I want to feel you. Won’t you fill me up, please.” The last please came out as a whine, you could feel yourself getting wetter at the thought. You were just as desperate to feel him. “God, doll, you’re gonna be the death of me.” This time, the pet name made your blood feel hot.

Even in his exhausted and hazy mind, he reveled in everything about you. The way you arched as his tip rubbed against your clit with a low moan that sounded as if it was seeping out of your body. His senses were heightened from the serum. This meant the smell of you was like none other. It was so much so that on your first date, he went home afterwards to search up pheromones, to understand why the smell of you drove him insane. Right now, he could smell nothing except you, it wrapped around him and lingered everywhere. It overwhelmed any smell of him and it was enough to make him hard all over again. He was teasing you. He wanted you to beg for him, but he knew you were catering to him right now. You wouldn’t beg for your own needs, but you would gladly beg for his needs. Your eyes looked at him in a challenging way and he knew that he was right.

He dragged into you slowly, never stopping for a pause, but going slow enough that your body curved upwards into his. He reached all the way to the hilt. Now it was time for him to pause. Your fingers traced lightly on his back, swirling figures on his shoulders trying to keep both of you down on Earth. Your touch was sweet and gentle, everything he felt he didn’t deserve. His head dropped onto your shoulder. You waited, always patient, and always kind. There was a warmth in his chest that traveled up his throat and caused tears to burn in his eyes. He covered it with kisses trailing up your neck and a moan bubbled up. At the sound, he started rutting into your cunt slowly and pathetically. He could feel your body relax at the sensation.

“Tell me what you need, baby.” Your voice was low, a gentle reminder that this was all for him. Bucky’s mind was clouded by you. You were all he needed. “I just need you, doll.” He grunted as his pace picked up. His thrust remained deep in you. “I’m all yours, honey, take what you need.” You released all the air left in your chest. This was enough for his pace to pick up. He finally removed his head from your neck, his eyes finding yours. His stormy blue eyes were clouded by tears. You didn’t need to ask. You always knew what to say with him. “I’ve got you, honey.” Your voice was broken off by a moan.

As if he was granted permission, Bucky’s pace picked up hard and fast. You could feel every part of his cock, every ridge, every vein, the way he twitched whenever your lewd moans would fill the air. He hit a spot so deep inside you that no one had ever been able to reach before. He knew he would have you forever just based off of that. “God, I love you.” His voice was rough and felt as if it was resounding in your chest with a warmth spreading throughout your body. You reacted by gripping him like a vice. You didn’t need to say anything back, he knew based on that reaction that you loved him just as much. “If you keep gripping me like that, I’m not gonna last.” He groaned out as he kept his pace. You took it as a challenge. Your body gripping to him tight.

“Fuck, doll, please… please won’t you let me fill you up?” He knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it. He wanted to hear every filthy word leave your mouth, he needed it as if your word was the last drop of water in the desert. “Such a good little wife, always giving me what I need. Won’t you give me a baby?” The moan that ripped from you was desperate. You were overwhelmed by his words and by the rough pace. His cock reaching impossibly far into you. You felt as if your eyes were rolling back as you nodded yes. “I need you to say the words. Please.” The please came out as a beg. “Say the word, doll, please, let me come.” The words died in his throat as he was interrupted by his own moan as you gripped him feverishly. It was your turn to choke out the words, to beg for his needs. “Please, Jamie, come inside me. Won’t you make me a mom?” That would have been enough for him. You had devoted such love and care to him, he couldn’t imagine the love and care you would put into a baby shared by the two of you. His mind created images of you swollen, pregnant, carrying his child. There was no one in the world he wanted to be the mother of his children than you. You began to speak again, bringing him back down to his body and out of his mind. Your words slurred, “Mark me as yours, Jamie, I’m all yours.” As the words left your mouth, your vision went white. You could feel his hot cum shooting inside you. Your grip around him was so tight, he couldn’t imagine pulling out. You were milking him for all he had to offer.

His body came down around you, all encompassing, but careful to not crush you under his weight. He smelled of sweat, gunpowder, and a woodsy scent. It flooded your sensitive state. Bucky’s kisses brought you back down to Earth. He kissed gently against your neck moving up to your face and against your cheeks. “I hope you weren’t just begging, because it was what I needed.” He whispered, his voice unsure. Your lips quirked in a smile. The idea of him being unsure if you wanted a family with him dug into your heart, but him saying that a family with you was what he needed triggered a stir in your stomach all over again. “James, we’re married. I have your last name. You come home to me after every mission. I want a family with you more than anything. Plus, you begging to cum and start a family with me was so hot.” Your voice was still foggy, but reassuring. It was enough to make Bucky’s shoulders sag in relief. “Are you hard again?” You asked picking your head up as he was still deep inside you. “Sorry, doll, something about hearing that you want to be pregnant with my child really does something to me.” He admitted shyly. Bucky had wanted nothing more than to be loved and create love. He didn’t think he deserved it or deserved you. Your kindness, reassurance, and love always made him feel so safe. As he was wrapped up in your arms and buried deep inside you, for once, he didn’t feel on guard. He was safe at home making a family with you.

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sunflowerdjarin · 2 months ago

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Company

Pairing: Robert ‘Bob’ Reynolds x Reader

Warnings: None?

A/N: I have not written fanfiction in literal years, so be gentle with me and let me know if you would like more of Bob.

“Will you keep Bob company?” He asked. “He gets lonely sometimes and he likes you, really.” Bucky reassured. Bob only truly spoke to you when necessary. It was nothing rude. Bob didn’t have a rude bone in his body, you knew that, but placing two rather reserved people in a room together didn’t lead to the most exhilarating conversations.

You nodded back, “I can do that. I’m not sure how, but I can do that.” You looked down at the to do list for the tower and at the bottom added a swift note, “Keep Bob company.” With a star next to it. “Thank you. I appreciate it, and I’m sure he will too.”

The first day was quiet. Bob sat alone in his room. He knew it wasn’t the best idea for him. It was after all isolation. He had been so used to the house buzzing with lively characters. Instead, he could only hear your light footsteps and soft humming through the floor. There was a light background noise coming from the television from the main living room. Bob wasn’t meaning to avoid you. He never meant to avoid you. You made him so incredibly flustered that he felt all thoughts leave his head, which made it difficult for conversation.

There was a light tap on the door. “Come- Come in.” Bob called out. The door lightly opened. You stood in a plain colored t-shirt with sweatpants on. Bob had only ever seen you in your professional attire. This was a stark difference that Bob clearly liked better. He was sitting on his bed cross legged with a sweater on and sweats. A smile twitched at the corner of your lips at the sight. Bob noticed. He noticed everything about you. “Alpine missed you.” Bob looked down at the black cat swirling around your ankles that then jumped up onto Bob’s bed. He rubbed against Bob’s chest then laid down in his lap.

“What’s your comfort meal?” You asked, leaning against the doorframe. You wanted to be able to walk in with the same freedom as Alpine, but crawling onto Bob’s bed felt more invasive for you than for the cat. “Comfort meal?” Bob questioned looking up from Alpine. His eyebrows knitted together. “You know, a meal that makes you feel all nice and warm?” Bob hummed in response. Dinners didn’t exactly bring him comfort as a child. As a result, Bob didn’t exactly eat for comfort, but more for survival. “I don’t know, maybe, um, chicken noodle soup?”

“Chicken noodle soup,” you thought of the ingredients in the kitchen. “I can do that.” You turned off of the door frame and disappeared from Bob’s sight causing Alpine to follow suit. “Come on, Bob, I need company while I cook.” He scampered off of the bed nearly falling while following after.

He sat at the counter on the opposite side of the kitchen. The television buzzing had turned out to be a marathon of romcoms. He hadn’t expected that from you, but he wasn’t necessarily surprised. You moved calmly through the kitchen, cleaning and putting away things as you go. You moved with such surety that it comforted Bob. He hadn’t brought anything to the counter to accompany him and occupy his mind. The only thing occupying his mind, was you. “So, Bob, our itinerary for tomorrow,” Bob’s eyebrows knitted together again. “I don’t know if you knew this about me, but I am like a flower.” Delicate and beautiful? Bob thought. “If I don’t see the sun, I will wither away. So, I was thinking we could go for a walk and go sit out in the park? Early in the morning preferably.” You looked up as the pot came to a simmer. Bob’s eyebrows slowly unknitted and he eased into a smile. “Yeah, yeah, that sounds really nice.” You could see his shoulders ease. He would have gone anywhere with you.

Bob officially understood what a comfort meal was while sitting with you on the couch with a bowl of homemade chicken noodle soup. The rest of the team weren’t the best in the kitchen. With them constantly on the move, most things they made were meant to be on the go, something quick and easy preferably. “Do you always make dinner like this?” He asked, stretching his legs out on the couch. His chest felt warm, just like you had said. “I do. It’s a part of my routine, like a form of self care. Something homemade and warm.” Bob nodded in response. You stretched out your legs as you put your bowl on the end table. Your foot brushed against Bob’s outstretched legs. A shiver ran up Bob’s back. He worried what would happen even with his powers under control and both of you having a layer of clothing separating you two. He missed physical touch. Something must have crossed his face as he looked from your foot to your face. “I’m not afraid, Bobby.” You said lightly as your climbed off of the couch, taking your bowl with you to wash. If there was anyone in the world that he didn’t want to fear him, it was you. He could feel his heartbeat pounding in his chest.

You appeared back into living room. Bob’s head stayed focused forward still dazed. You ruffled his hair while standing behind him on the couch. His brown locks were soft in your hands. “Have a good night, Bobby, if you need anything at all, let me know.” He looked up to you and nodded quickly. There were tears in his eyes as his Adam’s apple bobbed quickly in an effort for the tears to not fall. You smiled sweetly down to him before walking to your room. Bob sat there for another minute holding his breath till he heard your shower running. He blinked quickly and wiped away any remnants of tears. The warmth in his chest had boiled outwards to the rest of his body. Fear crossed his mind, that this could be one of his highs. He hadn’t ever felt this kind of warmth that wrapped around him. He climbed off of the couch, washed his dishes, and went to bed himself with Alpine curled up against his legs.

The next morning, Bob woke up to you opening his currents gently. He could smell breakfast cooking in the kitchen drifting through his bedroom door. He stirred awake, sitting up on his elbows in bed. It was only then that you realized he was not wearing a shirt. His chest was so light and toned. His hair was wild and he looked so peaceful. You lost just about every word you could have possibly said. He filled in the silence, “Did you sleep well?” He rubbed his eyes as he sat up. “I did. You didn’t need me last night, did you?” Need you? No. Wanted you? Absolutely. Bob though, but instead he opted to say, “No, I went to sleep not long after you.” He pulled a sweater over his head and climbed out of bed. “Come on, breakfast, walk, park.” You said as you lead him to the kitchen.

Bob was greeted by pancakes, bacon, and scrambled eggs just how he liked them. “How did you know?” He asked as he sat down with his plate. “I’m observant.” You shrugged, not looking up from your plate. He noticed that unlike his other housemates, you did not fuel yourself with a straight black coffee. “No coffee?” He asked, sipping his orange juice. “No, I try to.... stay away from caffeine. It, um, makes me anxious.” Once again, your eyes didn’t meet his. This routine, it all helped you, so you hoped it could help Bob too. You both ate your breakfast quietly before splitting up to get ready for the day.

You guided Bob down the street. He wasn’t used to this. He preferred to stay inside where he would have less interactions with others, less chances of inconveniencing others. He enjoyed the feeling of sunshine on his face. After making it to the park, you laid out a blanket on the ground. You had come prepared with books for you and Bob. Instead, Bob laid on his back with his face towards the sun. There was a light breeze moving his waves to tap against his face. His breathing had slowed and the warmth was back. It spread all over his body. He opened his eyes to see you watching him, your book being lost in your lap. “I love to see you like this.” You smiled at him. It was earnest and real, he could hear it in your voice. There was a soft glow on your skin. He wondered if you felt the same warmth all over. You laid down next to him. Your pinkies brushed together, which lead you to link your pinky with his. A testament to your words last night. You weren’t afraid of him and he could tell. You could feel the warmth radiating off of him.

On the walk back home, you held onto Bob’s hand. You initially grabbed it so loosely, in case he wanted to pull away. Bob, who was in such desperate need for more and more of your touch, grabbed back with much more ferocity. The walk back was silent, but so much had been said. You could most certainly check off that last box on your to do list and you hoped that you could keep checking it off for days to come, never as an inconvenience, but as a privilege.

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