#bucky barnes love

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I just want to take care of Bucky Barnes. Like I want to cook for him and do his laundry and buy him books to read and put all his pieces back together again and show him he’s deserving of love and care. But I also want to have hot, dirty sex with him and I want him to choke me and take his anger out on me. I want him to call me his good girl and ruin me for anyone else.

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A Little Rusty (Ep.5)

Pairing: Mechanic!Bucky x reader

Summary: As an aspiring author and current intern, getting a new car was a luxury you never dreamed of. Natasha, your roommate, used you as a personal chauffeur until your car started breaking down. Luckily, you knew some people who worked at Auto Buddy, an auto shop, who could fix your car. But you hadn’t met Bucky yet, and quickly after you found out you’d be stuck with him for a little while.

Warnings: Ryan being a dick, Bucky being fluffy, SMUT penetration, quiet sex, dirty talking, Bucky being a sub. 

words: 5229

Series Masterlist

Ryan: I heard you got fired because of the groomer

Ryan: good. 

Ryan: you deserve to get fired, you were never professional 

Ryan: don’t forget to pay your rent bitch

You curled further in on yourself as you laid in bed, tear stains on your pillow making your cheek wet, you flipped to the other side to keep your skin dry. It was true, you were let go a few days ago and Hero didn’t want to tell the cast until after your opening show. Hero had called you in after work hours and sat you down, telling you how he found security footage of the alleyway where the altercation took place. 

Bucky was there when you walked out of the theatre, your car was going to be fixed the next day so Bucky was still driving you around. When he saw you walk out with tears streaming down your face he immediately jumped out of the car to meet you halfway and pull you into a hug, apologizing for making you lose your job but it wasn’t really his fault; he was just standing up for you. 

You could never be mad at him, if anything you thanked him for getting you out of that job even though it covered the majority of your bills. Right away you were hired as the secretary at the shop, Bucky didn’t want you to stay unemployed for too long but it didn’t work out the way he expected. 

“Babe,” Natasha stood on the other side of your closed door, “you gotta get up, you've had two days of sulking and it’s Monday now, you have to go to work.” 

“I’m good,” you whispered from your pillow. 

“Tell them that I tried,” Natasha sighed from outside the door, “see you, honey, don’t get too hard on yourself.” 

“I’ll try,” your voice shook as you spoke to the closed door, your phone buzzed again and you debated throwing it against the wall, Ryan would not leave you alone, it kept buzzing until you groaned and picked it up. 

Bucky: you coming in today doll? 

Bucky: Just want to know you’re okay

Bucky: I don’t want you on your own right now and I’ll come over if you say the word. 

Bucky: Steve texted me saying he only picked Natasha up

Bucky: I’m gonna come over babe

You just looked up at the ceiling and waited for him, he didn’t have a key and you didn’t feel like standing up so even if he tried to get to you he’d have to break in. each time a car passed by you could hear the engine and you tried to guess which one was Bucky’s. There were a few times where you were convinced he was here but then nothing would happen. Until something happened. 

“Hey, wanna open the door for me?” a quiet voice came from your front door, “I know you’re in here and I know you’re awake,” there was another pause, “I brought you one of my sweaters because Natasha told me that’s what you kids do these days…” a smile creeped into your face as you listened to him, “baby…wanna let me in?” 

“Okay,” you whispered but there was no way he could hear it. When you unlocked the door and opened it Bucky immediately put a smile on his face, lifting his shoulders and arms to show the sweater that looked lived in. 

“Hey, dollface,” he whispered and stepped forward, already pulling you in for a hug even though he hadn’t put his things down. 

“Hi,” was all you could manage. 

Bucky was able to get you inside and followed you into your bedroom, leaving the bag of food on the ground before getting into bed with you without having to be asked. As he laid down he found you facing away from him, he knew it wasn’t in a mean way; you wanted to be little spoon. 

“I brought you some food,” he spoke from behind you, “Steve is fixing your car,” his arm pulled you tight against his body, “and Natasha got to work on time.” 

“Good,” you nodded, you felt Bucky nod as well. 

As tears silently slipped down your cheeks you felt Bucky’s lips press against your shoulder, making little hums as he worked to cover as much space as he can. You melted against him as his arms kept you secure, holding you tight when the warmth from his love seeped through your skin. 

“I’m so sorry, I feel like I caused all this to happen,�� his lips moved against your bare shoulder, even though he gave you his sweater you didn’t put it on, you just balled it up and held it up to your nose to smell him. 

“I needed to get out of there all along,” your voice was muffled from his fabric, it was a mix of cologne, gasoline, and something else you couldn’t figure out. “You were right about him buttering me up,” your body rolled over so you were facing him, seeing his sad face. 

“I just want to make sure you stay afloat even though if you ever need a place to stay you can always come stay with me,” Bucky’s hand cupped your cheek, “always.” 

Without really thinking you leaned in and kissed him, working fast to get him to lay on his back so you could get on top. Your kisses weren’t slow or sensual, they were fast and almost as if you were rushing to get to something else. Bucky was trying to keep up but you haven't made out with him before, you’d kissed a few times but this was the most you’ve done with him. 

“Take this off,” you whispered and reached down to pull off his shirt, your lips sucking his neck as you bunched up the fabric. 

“Baby-baby, hold on,” Bucky tried to push you away but you kept going, “honey, let’s just take a moment,” his hands wrapped around your entire wrist and stilled your movement, “this is not the way we’re going to do this.” 

“Please,” you whined, leaning forward to kiss him again but he dodged it. 

“Doll,” Bucky slowly let go of one wrist in order to swipe a few tears, “I know you’re feeling a lot of things right now and I understand that you’d think having sex will make this less painful but I can’t do that, for many reasons,” he shook his head, “I just can't.” 

“Why,” you broke out of his other hold and ran your hands up his chest, feeling the muscles, “it’ll feel good for both of us, please, I need it right now,” your eyes were only looking at his lips. 

“This won’t fix anything,” Bucky said, “and…and if I told you I haven’t dated anyone in a long time that means the same for having sex.” 

“How long have you gone without it?” you asked, finally looking up to his eyes. 

“How old is Becca?” his eyebrows turned upwards, he was sorry for himself but also for you. 

“Oh…” you leaned back so you were sitting on his lower abdomen, “we can take it slow when you feel ready, we don’t need to do the real deal next week.” 

“Okay,” Bucky sat up and wrapped his arms around your waist, “I do like kissing you but I also need to be the one to navigate your thoughts right now because you’re feelings are in control and that’s okay but not right now, having sex and feeling good for twenty minutes is not what you need. If you need to sulk and cry that’s good because that’s the exact emotion you’re feeling,” you nodded, “you’re not really in the mood right now, you just want a release but this is not the way to do it; especially not this early in our relationship.” 

Your eyes snapped up, “relationship?” 

“Is that what you want?” a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. 

“I do,” your hips shifted closer to him, “is that what you want?” 

“Yeah,” a laugh of relief left his lips, “but…it’s different with a kid and I don’t have a handbook but I have rules but we don’t need to talk about it now-”

“Let's go to that burger place and talk about it,” you rested your hands on his shoulder, “let’s get out of this room and go eat burgers.” 

Bucky drove with one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh, you had put on his hoodie which was nice because he kept the top down for you. The wind pushed the tears and dirt off your face, making you feel like a new person. Bucky took every chance he had to look at you, smiling a little when you leaned out the window like a dog to feel the cold wind. Summer was close to being fully through the door and the sun was there to prove it, everything was tinted yellow in the afternoon and the sun managed to seep into your skin and rejuvenate your complexion. 

He opened the door for you and walked with you until you got to the front door of the diner, he held it open for you as well. His hand hovered over the small of your back but you could feel it, the comfort was there was he seated himself you beside him instead of beside, just wanting to be closer to him. 

“Can we talk about Becca?” Bucky asked, wrapping an arm around the back of your chair, holding into the little spindle sticking out the top. 

“Sure,” you faced him a little, letting your knee touch his. 

“So I haven’t dated since Becca was born, when she was very young I’d…” Bucky sighed and looked off, “I slept around to try and get rid of the feeling my ex-wife left me with,” he looked back at you and smiled, “but I haven’t attempted to date again, I worry a lot and it’s taken time to rebuild my confidence and it’s obvious you brought that out in me- I was also scared out of my mind when I made that move on you in the office at the shop, I have no idea what I was doing.” 

You laughed and leaned into him a bit, “what you did was hot but it was just so unlike you, I never really met your flirty side until then.” 

“I see,” Bucky kissed the top of your head, “anyways, back to Becca,” he took another deep breath, “I need you to know that I do like you a lot and you’ve brightened up my life and you’re just the most wonderful person I’ve ever been around…” you braced for impact, “but my daughters childhood is my top priority-and what I mean by that is,” he quickly cut himself off as if you were about to yell at him, “...you’re not gonna get mad at what I said?” 

“Bucky,” you laughed, “that makes sense.” 

“Oh,” he relaxed his shoulders, “okay…basically I don’t want you over all the time and doing a lot because I don’t want her to view you as her mother too early in our relationship because if things don’t work out I don’t want her to think a woman in her life abandoned her twice, she doesn’t really know about her mom but she does know she’s different from the other kids in her class when it comes to the open house when families come.” Bucky scratched his stubble, “you can come over alone but I also want you to come when Natasha is around or Steve, making you a friend to me in front of her.” 

“That makes complete sense,” you smiled, “and if we do keep this going for a long time I never expect her to view me as her mom, I want you to know that.” 

Bucky nodded, “this was way less stressful than I imagined.” 

“Were you practicing this speech with the thought of your ex-wife?” you asked, reaching over and holding his shoulder, “because I’m not like her, I’ll never try to kill you,” you only started laughing after Bucky did, testing the waters with the joke. 

Bucky pulled you into his side and kissed the top of your head for a long time, holding it there and he gently rocked back and forth. “I’m prepared to offer you a full-time job at the shop, I want to let you know,” you could feel his lips moving on the top of your head, “but I also fully understand if you want to focus on your writing or get a job so there's some like…” he struggled to find the words, “...basically if you want to spend some time with yourself and other people throughout the day, y’know?” 

“I get that,” you smiled, “but I would love to work at the shop,” you tilted your head to look up at him, “I don’t know…” you also couldn’t find the words, “but I would like some time off, I’ve been told you should always take time to yourself before you take and start a new job so…” 

“Trust me,” Bucky smiled, “I’m your boss and I’m human resources so I don’t think you’re going to get fired anytime soon.” 

********

You sat on your couch with your feet laid out on the cushions, your finger typing furiously on your keyboard, a new idea had sprung into your head and you were near the end. You still had to go through the process of editing but that would be easier if you signed a deal with a company that would give an editor to you free of charge. 

There had been more emails sent back and forth between a publisher’s assistant and you, trying to find a day in the coming months to meet after his vacation was over. Normally publishers would want to see the first five chapters instead of the entire book but you kept getting pushed back by other agencies there was nothing else for you to do so you kept writing.

The air in the room slowly halted at a random time that afternoon, your hands hovered over your keyboard as the little cursor blinked on the screen, waiting to compute the words. But none came, your lips were parted and your eyes scanned around the screen. 

There was nothing left to type. 

“I’m done,” you whispered, slowly putting your laptop beside you and looking out of the window, in utter disbelief. You reached for your phone in your back pocket and called Bucky, “hey, Buck.” 

“Hi, Doll,” you could hear his smile, “don’t tell me you’re cancelling my dinner tonight…” 

“Of course not,” you laughed, your eyes flicked over to the screen, “I just have some good news at the dinner, I’m leaving soon.” 

“Alright,” he laughed, “Becca is super excited to see you, she has something from school she wants to show you, I think it’s a drawing of a story about her weekend.” 

“I can’t wait, see you then.” 

********

It only took a few seconds for the door to open after you knocked, and Bucky stood on the other side with a smile on his face. It was just you coming over that night, Becca had an early bedtime because she was going to a friends house early the next day which gave the two of you alone time. 

“Hi, Becca,” you waved, seeing her hunched over her toys, muttering something to herself. 

“Hi,” Becca stood up and walked over to you, hugging your legs, “I have something to show you.” 

“Show me whenever,” you crouched to her level and tapped her nose, causing her to tuck her chin in her neck, trying to shy away. You just watched as she ran off to her room, smiling a little at the innocent girl. 

“I wish she could stay like that forever,” Bucky said from the kitchen, going back to cooking the food, “pure, happy, just…” Bucky shrugged, “I know she’s going to have a hard time when she figures out she doesn’t have a mom and that scares me, I don’t know how to handle an angsty teen.” Bucky kept his eyes down as he chopped up the broccoli. 

“Trust me,” you laughed, “you’re not wrong but at the same time you have to realize when that day comes she’ll look for you for guidance and if you keep pushing off accepting it both of you will be screwed.” you pulled out one of the bar stools and took a seat, watching Bucky’s arm slightly flex as he cut. 

“That’s true,” he nodded, checking to see if the water was boiling yet. 

Becca ran back into the kitchen with a piece of paper in her hand, holding it out for you to take. It was a very messy drawing of everyone Bucky was friends with, there was Nat, Steve, and Sam. you were there too, standing right beside the stick figure of Bucky. You were drawn with a pink marker and Bucky was drawn with a black one, it looked like there was a ball of pink and black scribbles but it was supposed to be your hands holding one another, after noticing that you saw a small heart stamp between both your drawn on heads. 

“This is very adorable, Becca,” you smiled and looked down at the bouncing child, she was very proud of her work, “why did you add the heart and the hand holding?” your voice was still high and cooing at her, not mad but just curious. 

“What?” Bucky walked over. 

“Because I saw you two do that when everyone was over,” she twisted her body around, “I did the heart between the two of you because that’s silly but I saw you to hold hands,” she giggled, hugging your leg and hiding her face into your pants, finding the thought of you and Bucky holding hands extremely funny. 

“Is that funny?” you laughed, picking Becca up and very lightly jostling her around to get more laughs out of her. 

“Boys have cooties!” she wriggled in your arm, trying to break away because her silly emotions were too big for her, it looked like she wanted to run or jump up and down. Becca was at the age where she didn’t know what to do with her body sometimes, she’d either fidget with her skirt or sway around when she talked, it was the cutest thing she did. 

“I don’t have cooties,” Bucky gasped, he took Becca from your arms and tossed her in the air a bit, causing her to scream from excitement. You stood and watched with a smile on your face, seeing how good of a dad Bucky was, “I think we should hang this up on the fridge,” Bucky kissed Becca’s cheek and kept her on his hip, going over to the fridge and sticking the drawing on with a magnet, there were other things on the fridge as well like take-out numbers and other drawing. 

Becca went back to her toys and you helped out with dinner, setting the counter and getting Becca’s seat booster set up. There wasn’t enough space in his apartment to have a table so there were little bar stools, Becca couldn’t sit on the normal chairs but was also too old to sit in a highchair so Bucky found a booster seat to help her out. 

Dinner was ready in no time, Bucky began plating everything and you got Becca into her seat, making sure she had her little kids fork and knife. You poured two glasses of wine and waited at the table for Bucky to serve and then sit. 

He gave the smaller plate to Becca first, “wait for a second and I’ll cut it,” he kissed her head. 

“I wanna do it, daddy,” Becca said and looked over at you, her eyes kept flicking over, “I wanna show Y/N how good I am!” 

You laughed and took your plate from Bucky, “wait until everyone is sitting and then we can start,” you smiled at Becca, “what’s that called, when you’re nice at the table?”

“Table manners,” she smiled, picking up her fork and knife, waiting to show off. 

“Alright,” Bucky said as he sat down, “let’s eat, huh?” he looked over at Becca who was waiting, her tongue poked out of her lips as she began to cut her food, trying to do it well but her fork flew out other hand a few times. “You want help?” Bucky asked and stood up, “it’s always okay to ask for help, Y/N’s not going to be mean.” 

���Help please,” Becca looked up at Bucky. 

Bucky stood beside Becca and began slicing up her food and vegetables into bite sized pieces. There was a small smile on Bucky’s face, watching what he was cutting but also the way Becca was leaning into his chest, holding his shirt and rubbing her face into him. 

“Are you okay, lovey?” Bucky asked, rubbing Becca’s back. 

“Yeah,” she nodded, “I’m just tie-tie,” which was her way of saying tired. 

“What did you do today?” you asked, sipping her wine. You listened as Becca told her story, Bucky had sat back down and made sure her slices weren’t too big. He ate pretty quickly, not taking his time to chew. Becca was tired because she raced some of the boys in her class during gym, she was the fastest and the boys didn’t understand why a girl was beating them so they kept racing her; but she always won. 

Bucky was done with his food and you were half way finished, “well, girls can be better than boys at everything, don’t forget that, alright?” Bucky said as he stood, taking his dishes and putting them into the sink. 

When you finished you placed your plate in the sink as well and assumed the dish cleaning duty, getting started right away and not waiting for Becca to finish eating, when she was done you took her plate and cleaned it to. 

“Let’s get you in a bath,” Bucky lifted her up and walked over to the sink, holding Becca on his hip, “you can leave whatever you don’t want to do,” Bucky said and kissed your cheek. 

“I’m doing them all,” you smiled and watched as he walked with Becca to her bedroom to pick out the pajamas. 

When the water in the bathroom started to run you were close to finishing the washing part of the dishes, you smiled at the sounds of giggles and playful shrieks coming from Becca. Her baths weren’t too long, Bucky had told you she doesn’t like seeing her fingers and toes get pruney, she’ll start to cry and believe she’s melting away. 

When you were in the middle of drying you didn’t even notice Bucky had put Becca to sleep, he came up from behind you and slid her arms around your middle, gently squeezing you as he rested his head against your shoulder. His thumb gently rubbed your stomach and a few kisses were peppered on your shoulder blade. 

“You’re the best thing that’s happened to me since Becca,” he turned you around so he could see your face, “you’re just so perfect, I can’t explain how happy you make me,” he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips, you weren’t ready but when he came in again you met him halfway, moving one hand up to cup his cheek. “Also,” he whispered, “Becca wants you to go in and give her a kiss on the forehead,” he laughed, “I’ll get a movie ready.” 

“You just want me to stop doing dishes,” you rolled your eyes and the way he nodded, “fine, I’ll go say goodnight,” you scratched the grey part of his stubble before walking away, gently knocking on the door and walking in, “hey, Becca.” 

“Hi,” she yawned. 

“I just wanted to say goodnight,” you crouched by her bed and gently ran your finger down the bridge of her nose, “I hope you have a good sleep,” you leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. 

“Y/N,” Becca said quietly, “can I call you something other than Y/N?” 

Your stomach slightly tightened, you didn’t want her calling you mom because you and Bucky weren’t too long into your relationship, “what do you want to call me?” 

“Doll,” Becca smiled, “because daddy calls you that sometimes.” 

You let out a breath and nodded, “of course you can, Becca, of course.” 

“Okay,” she rolled on her side to look at her, “you make my daddy smile a lot,” she said out of the blue, “goodnight, Doll.” 

“Goodnight,” you whispered and placed a kiss to her forehead, slowly closing the door on your way out. 

Bucky was sat on the couch with his legs stretched out, holding both glasses of wine. When he saw you come to sit beside him he passed one glass to you and then grabbed the blanket. 

“What was your news?” he asked after a couple minutes of comfortable silence, kissing the top of your head. You had moved to lay your head on his chest, his arm was around you. 

A part of you snuggled closer into him, feeling warm because he remembered. 

“I finished my book,” you rolled your head back so you could look up at him, even though it was a terrible angle he still looked so cute. 

“You’re kidding,” he gasped and sat up, making you sit up properly with him, he quickly placed both glasses on the arm rest and pulled you in for a hug, “I’m so proud of you,” he squeezed you tightly. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, something as simple as this felt so intimate. 

He hugged you for a while, rocking back and forth and his fingers spaced out so he’d cover the most surface area. You just dropped your head on his shoulder and pressed your face into his neck, feeling secure and loved in that moment.

“You’re so smart,” he whispered, “you’ve got your entire life ahead of you and yeah, we might be a more than a few years apart but damn…” he trailed off, “I just can’t wait to watch you do all these great things.” 

“Thank you,” you whispered again, this feeling was new to you and couldn’t be named. 

“And you’re so wonderful to Becca, I mean, she talks about you all the time,” Bucky slowly pulled out of the hug, “you’re just amazing, such a wonderful little light to my life.” 

“Stop,” you tried to hide your face into his neck again but he didn’t let you, cupping your face and holding it close to his. 

“Never,” he whispered before closing the gap, his soft lips capturing yours. It was just one long kiss, but shortly after he went back in again, and again. “Sit on my lap,” he whispered. 

“What about Becca?” you giggled as he tried to move you, making sure you didn’t knee him where it hurts. 

“Come on,” he took hold of your hips firmly and moved you, causing your body to get slightly aroused. 

When you were in his lap and facing him you were slightly looking down at him, but you had no power. His little smirk and the attractive arrogance made you weak, even though you were fully resting on his thighs you could still feel them shake as if you had been using them for a while. 

He kissed you again and you let him, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands felt all up your body. He pulled, tugged, and squeezed everywhere, you couldn’t get enough. Instinctively, your hips began to rock, this wasn’t your first time; you’d been to college before. 

“Holy shit,” he whispered, guiding your hips over his hard crotch, “Y/N, if you’re gonna do that then we need to go to my bedroom.” 

“We can’t just be two people making out on a couch?” you asked innocently, he let his head drop back as you leaned in to suck on his neck, still moving your hips. 

A strained groan came from him, “b-baby,” his efforts to get you to stop were slim to none, “I haven’t don’t this is a long t-time- oh my god, yes…” he whispered, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him. 

“We can go to your room,” you whispered, taking one of his hands and putting it up your shirt, your mouth fell open in a silent moan as he began to play with your hard nipples, “let’s go to your room.” 

“It’s not gonna be good for you,” he weakly whispered, “I’m about to bust and you’ve barely even started, baby,” his mind was somewhere else as he tried to reason, not doing anything to get you to stop.

“Just put it in me and then you can finish me later,” you slid one hand down his chest, feeling the ripples of muscles and how taught they were, “you’re so tense,” you spoke right into his ear as you worked on the button of his jeans, “I can fix that.” 

“Sh-shit, baby,” he lifted his hips and worked to move your shorts and underwear out of the way, “just like-” slid down on him without warning, causing him to yell, you quickly covered his mouth as you worked your way to the base and just held there. “Y/N…” he voice cracked, “you have no idea how…” his breaths were erratic, you could tell he was short circuiting. 

“How does it feel?” you tried to be as sensual as possible, slowly grinding with him in you, “talk to me baby,” you pouted and moved one hand down to rub your clit. 

“F-fuck,” Bucky finally managed to open his eyes and look at you, “Y/N, I know I call you smart and beautiful and all that-don’t get me wrong, you are, you so are, baby,” Bucky was scrambling to finish this thought before cumming, “but you’re a fucking smoke-show, you’re just the hottest women I’ve ever met, when I first met you- oh god, just like that -I wanted to take you right there, right at Steve’s house, you were just sitting there, lookin so…so…so- I’m gonna cum,” he held your hips so tight you knew there would be some mark. 

From the intimacy, the words, and the way Bucky was basically begging, you were about to cum as well, your fingers were frantic on your clit as you started to bounce on him, placing the other hand on his shoulder to steady yourself. 

“You’re so sexy, Bucky,” you whispered, leaning forward and licking up the shell of his ear, “I’m gonna make you come so many times, baby, you need to make up for lost time, huh?” you felt him nod as you whispered into his ear, “we’re gonna cum together, alright?”

“You’re already there,” he breathed out, “how?” 

“Nothing turns me on like quiet, intimate sex, Bucky…” you quietly laughed, “you have no fucking idea.” 

All at once you both finished together, to make sure Becca didn't hear the moans you both instinctively bit into each others shoulders, stifling any noises coming from both of you. When you were coming down Bucky kept going, jutting his hips up into you as he panted into your neck. You let him finish on his own time, kissing his temple when he seemed to calm down. 

“You-you…” Bucky leaned back and cupped both your cheeks, “you’re a fucking goddess, baby…” he let out a breathy laugh, “you’re so good.” 

“I’m so good?” you laughed and slowly took yourself off of him, sitting on his bare thigh, “I know you’re gonna whip out something bind-blowing at some point- I feel like you’re really good at eating people out,” you laughed when his face grew bright red. 

“I mean…” he shrugged and got shy, “I really enjoy getting other people off, that’s all I say.” 

“Let’s go to bed,” you pressed your nose to his and let him pick you up to walk you to the bedroom. 

You were placed under the covers and left there as Bucky walked into the bathroom, coming back out with a damp cloth. He pushed your legs apart and gently ran the towel up and down to clean up, walking to the hamper and tossing it in when he was done. 

“I’m gonna get you clothes,” he whispered and walked to his dresser. 

“Thanks, honey,” you rolled onto your stomach and stretched out, feeling blissful and close to sleep, “I feel so good, you don’t understand,” you looked over at Bucky who was coming back to get you changed. 

“I feel amazing too,” he laughed and took off your clothes, “Becca’s hanging out with a friend tomorrow and you can call in sick,” you both laughed together, letting him move you around when he got into bed. 

“Perfect,” you pushed back into Bucky who was spooning you, feeling the security he always provided. 

“Goodnight,” he whispered against your ear, “thanks for everything.” 

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[becca-e-barnes]

Bucky pinning you down so you can’t squirm and he’s just sitting inside you while he tortures your clit feeling you clench around him. He makes you cum over and over until he finally cums.

Overstimulation + super soldier stamina = …

- 🍯

Dear God, I know I just don't have it in me to behave during cock-warming. When it comes down to it, I genuinely have no patience at all 😵‍💫

"You..." Bucky begins, pressing you down onto the bed before gripping your ankles and forcing you to flip over onto your front. "Have a problem with control."

With your face turned away from him, you can't help but smile to yourself. No one has ever said it out loud but you know he's right.

Being in control is where you're most comfortable. No hands are safer than your own. Except maybe his. You know he won't fuck this up.

"And you..." He continues, gathering your wrists behind your back, holding them tightly with one hand. "Need to learn how it feels to have control taken from you. Do you understand?"

As soon as you begin to nod your head, you feel him start to tape around your wrists, holding them together behind your back. Once he's content they're secure, he sits on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror before he pulls you onto his lap.

"Legs spread over the top of mine." He orders and you do as you're told, not because you have to but because you want to.

You notice the way your cunt is already glistening in the mirror and you're almost embarrassed because he hasn't even touched you yet.

"Fuck, you're made for this." He groans, lining his cock up to your slick entrance and you wonder if he's holding his breath too while he slides into you, as deep as your bodies will allow.

You're obsessed with the sight in front of you; your own naked body, with your legs spread so far apart you can see how your cunt is stuffed full of him.

Being shorter though, your feet can't touch the ground like this. There's no way you'll get enough leverage to fuck yourself on him but as soon as you start to tell him that, he silences you with two thick fingers between your lips.

"I'm not letting you fuck me." His free hand roams over your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples and then settling between your spread thighs.

"I'm going to play with you. I'm going to see how much you can take. I'm going to work out exactly how you like your clit stroked and I'm going to do that until your legs are shaking and your body won't let you cum any more. Maybe then I'll fuck you but sweetheart, that will be hours from now." His breath is hot against the side of your face, his fingers slipping from your mouth to your waist while he starts to flick gently against your clit.

"I'm going to start slowly. I'm going to do everything I can to drag this out as long as possible. I can feel every clench and flutter of this pretty little cunt and I'm going to enjoy it until you're dripping over my balls." At this rate, it won't be long until you're dripping onto the carpet, never mind over him. You dreamed he'd want to take control like this but you never imagined the way your body would respond.

"And then, when you've cum more times than you can handle, I'm going to tell you that I love you while I fuck you like I don't."

Update: Part 2

[artgroves]

Ultimate meetcute for @mercurialmisfitmusings

[bubbarnes]

“... you okay?”.

[dungeonpuppykai]

When I want to read dark fics, your writing just hits. One of my guilty pleasures recently has been dark!winter soldier stuff and I was hoping you could write one.

If you can, can you make it where Bucky is still the Winter Soldier and finds himself completely enamored with the reader. He stalks her briefly and decides he has to have her. So where it gets dark is mean, brooding soldier kidnaps reader and makes her his housewife. (I’d like to think that some of Bucky’s 40ness is still there along with some good old fashion 50s idealization where he basically molds her into being his perfect little housewife.)

He can still be with hydra or not but this thought has been buzzing around in my head recently and I personally am not good at writing dark fics.

Um, hell yes I can! Also, not me having almost exactly the same idea (it was in my drafts and I totally merged it with yours). Sorry for being late uni kicks my butt hard TT. Also, please note that this is a headcanon kind of situation type deal but apparently there's a limit to how many bullets you can put per post so that's why it looks the way it does! Hope you like it still. Unedited ❤️

Warning(s): Dubcon (just to be safe), stalking, kidnapping, housewife kink, stockholm syndrome, spanking, misogyny, domestic discipline, breeding kink (dash), age gap (I mean, man is over a century old). Contains mature content. Browse at your own discretion. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! 

You are absolutely shit faced as you stumble out the backdoor of the club with two of your girlfriends tangled around each arm. 

You are all giggling, stumbling and slurring out curses, trying to shush each other as you trudge your forms to your apartment complex that is close by because driving is obviously out of question now. 

Were it not for your overly intoxicated state, you would have totally noticed the dark silhouette that stills in the dark alley facing the backdoor. 

The man masked in the darkness tilts his head to the side as he tries to read your party, having gotten caught off guard by the sudden bursting open of the door. 

One of your friends stagger in his direction and he moves back, his labored breaths warm in his mask, watching the girl as she retches her guts out.

Silence follows the wheezes and gags of the girl.

Then there is a sound– a melody in the air.

Soldat feels something stir within himself.

Something his masters did their best to suppress. 

Not that they would be doing any more of that. 

They needed to be alive to do something like that ever again.

His eyebrows furrow as he scans your group for the source of the sound; you. 

You are laughing.

At your friend that is throwing up.

Hands clutching your hurting sides, eyes scrunched, head thrown back, flushed and sweaty face vibrant under the bright moonlight as your hair frames it in the most perfect way possible. 

A shaky breath escapes the man covered in tears and blood of his captors and oppressors.  

His eyes scan your form. 

Beautiful. 

His metal hand clenches into a fist and he makes his resolve almost instantly;

Mine.

Soldat cannot recall much of his past except for a few things like his name.

But he knows that it has been a long, long time. 

And it's time to go home.

But a home is not walls and concrete. 

It is the people that live in it. 

His head is a mess as he scales a wall and follows you to your building, skipping from roof to roof effortlessly with a careful eye on your form.

James had finally broken free against hydra yesterday morning while they were experimenting something more brutal. 

And during the following hours, all various leaders that made the organization what it was were dead.

For what is a structure without its pillars?

He had plundered them single handedly. 

And now he was a slave no more.

James would live, and he would take.

Just as had been taken from him.

You woke up the next morning, sprawled across your bed.

As you winced and sat up, you could swear you had knocked out on the couch last night. 

But since you couldn't teleport, it was probably just a gap in your memory.

Right?

The second sign was the painkillers and water next to you on the bedside table.

The third was the window of your room that was open wide.

But you shook your head as you were behind on your schedule for the day and got on with your busy university student life. 

You should have taken notice of the signs. 

How things would always somehow work out when you were struggling with some sort of a problem. 

Regardless of whatever type of an issue it was. 

Your friends joked about it as Divine Providence. 

And Divine it was, you lived to learn. 

When it happened, it wasn't after a dramatic chase or anything. 

You had simply woken up in a room you had never seen before, tucked in the bed like it had been yours for ages.

What even happened? 

You had finished an assignment before heading to bed for an early class the next morning. 

But now you were timidly surveying the room, more and more panic filling you by the passing second. 

The house is beautiful and bright outside the dark room you had woken up in, big glass windows facing tall trees and various other type of greenery outside. 

A loud gasp escaped you when you were somewhere in the middle of the living room.

You turned around to find a huge and by that you mean, giant man standing a few steps away from you.

You could swear he wasn't there a minute ago.

But now he is towering over you, head tilted to the side as if interacting with something from an outer planet, eyes scanning your form slowly. 

As if he's savouring the sight of you in a…

Your blood runs cold as you look down to realize that you are dressed in a white sundress with yellow and red flowers printed on it.

Your eyes widen in horror.

Because you had been wearing your PJs last night–

Or, rather, the last time you were awake.

Before you can say anything, he extends a hand towards you invitingly, nodding sideways to what seems to be the kitchen. 

Something in his hand glints in the sunlight coming from the windows.

It is when your panicked vision realizes that the hand and the whole arm is made up of metal, your body backs away.

With your mouth agape, you demand shakily.

"Who the hell are you?" 

He sighs. 

"What the hell is this place? Why am I here? What the fuck is going on?!"

The man's features scrunch in disapproval. 

Your choice of words is much unappreciated.

"Good little wives don't ask questions." 

In his angry, fried and entitled delusional mind you are as much in love with him as he is.

Otherwise, why would you just accept all the favours he did for you during all these months he was building a perfect home for the both of you and your future children?

He takes a step in your direction and you leap back.

After a short game of cat and mouse, you are trapped against the glass window.

He is too close. 

There is a heavy looking vase on the table next to you.

The shock on his face is evident.

He hadn't expected you, his wife, such a small and innocent girl to disrespect her husband like this. 

You whimper in horror when he doesn't budge against the decoration piece exploding against his brow bone.

James' eyes narrow as he leans in, a thick stream of blood running down the hurt side of his face.

"Bad girl" and you take off without a second thought.

Thankfully, the door is straight ahead and surprisingly unlocked.

You run without looking back. 

The man is not chasing you like you expected. 

But you don't want to stick around and find out why. 

Though the reason is soon revealed when you race through the little garden and out of the fence door. 

You are looking behind you and at the house so it is not until you are a good distance away from it do you turn your head to look ahead. 

Icy horror pierces its way down your spine.

Sand and palm trees dominate your vision as far as you can see where you are and your right side.

A devastatingly vast ocean washes the shore you are running on from the left side.

That doesn't stop you until your body gives up after a few minutes. 

You ran into the jungle for some cover.

Sobs and tears burst out of you as you collapse on a blanket of leaves.

Your body is weak and confused. 

Many hours pass.

You wander and starve.

You hide and shake.

You tip toe and give up.

There are wild animals all around you.

You can hear them.

It's terrifying. 

So terrifying that when you hear the stranger's voice some time after dusk, you are almost glad.

Are you done? His bright blue eyes that you can make out even in the dim light ask you silently. 

"How'd you even find me?" You were sure you had run a good couple miles.

He refuses to respond until you place your shaking hand in his awaiting metal one. 

"I can smell you" his accent is almost foreign as he pulls you up, frowning at your hurt bare feet. 

It took you hours to get to where you were but it only takes James a few minutes to get you back home. 

"Before I clean you up, I need to punish you." You are baffled. "Good wives don't run away from their husbands." 

He doesn't listen to any of your protests and reason that day or ever.

"Little girls don't know what is right for them. Only their husbands can decide that." 

He thoroughly washes you that night after giving you the worst spanking, paying no mind to your begging and crying.

You are sniffling as you sit on the bathroom counter wrapped up in a towel an hour later, your sore ass buzzing under you.

Your captor is kneeling in front of you as he tends to your hurt feet. 

He tells you your rules as he does so.

"First, you are to always obey me no matter what. Second, your body belongs to me as I am your husband, so you should not try to deny me of it because it will never end well for you. Third, you will respect me or you will live to learn to do so. Four, you will do your chores like a good wife and fulfill your wifely responsibilities. Five, you are to always accept your punishments and thank me for disciplining you after I am through with you, should you choose to break a rule or misbehave. Six, you will not indulge in any activity that can potentially corrupt your little mind. Seven, you will speak with respect and never out of turn. Eight, you are to always greet me when you wake up or if I have been gone a while. Nine, you can try to run. I will never stop you. But when you return home after failing, you will take your punishment obediently. Ten, you must never touch yourself. You are mine and mine alone." 

Since the spanking is still fresh on your skin you panic a little and fear forgetting them.

But you find them pasted on the fridge the following morning because he knew you were too dumb to remember them.

A few days pass before you explode about not being his wife and call him crazy.

"You weren't saying that when I did you all those favours." 

Horror dawns upon you as you realize that it was him all along.

You don't give up easily, though.

You try to run more times than you can keep count.

Every direction, every plan and every map you make proves to be useless.

Because the last time you do so, you realize that you are on a fucking island.

And since there is a dock near the house with the pantry never running low on groceries, James has a means of transport hidden somewhere is no mystery. 

But you don't know when he does it. 

So far you haven't been able to figure out a pattern. 

Either he was right about you being dumb or your captor was really good at staying one step ahead of you.

Anyways, you have no choice but to return to him crushed and sobbing as always.

He is reading something when you collapse between his legs; ready to accept your punishment as you have learnt that hiding and denying only makes it worse. 

James isn't so bad if you follow his rules. 

He is just a kidnapper and a misogynist with dangerous reflexes. 

His face is smug as he puts the book away. You have noticed that he is not as stiff and troubled as he used to be when you first woke up here months ago at this point. 

"How was it, doll?" He loves to hear you talk about it as he bruises your ass. "Any luck?" 

Today, though, something different happens.

You don't know if it's resignation and surrender finally settling in or if you have actually started to like this life.

How James gives you a nod of approval and pats your head rewardingly whenever you follow all your rules without any trouble.

The way he lets you stay up past your bed time (yes you have one because good wives are healthy for their husbands) to read a book or watch a movie.

If you were extra good and talked to him (though he was a man of a few words) and helped him out with a little farming thing he had going on in the backyard/patio, he would even let you sleep in the following morning. 

No stress or pulling yourself through classes and tight budgets.

Just being what he considered good and then whatever you would mention briefly would be in the house within the next few days.

When he is done punishing you, you thank him and apologize according to routine. But then you hug him.

You tell yourself it is due to the sad reality that your torment is your comfort.

Has to be.

You have no choice.

And then something unexpected happens in the course of the next few days. 

While trying to make the best out of this situation, you start to notice the little things, quirks and rituals, habits and mannerisms of this man. 

How he doesn't say anything if he doesn't like a certain ingredient or condiment in something you cooked but pushes it aside to use as compost later.

The way he holds you extra tight some times when he mutters a foreign language in his sleep. 

How he stares at the scary metal arm after a long day while waiting for you to finish up dinner.

Or the way he struggles to hold himself back whenever you are in a close proximity to him because you cried once he crept his hand up your ass in a sexual way. 

You don't get him sometimes.

His morals are as mysterious as him. 

Because he kidnapped you and forced you to be his wife in a '40's way, strips you to spank and humiliate you during punishments, then bathes and comforts you in his own way of silently holding you against his chest in his arms until you calm down.

Your tears don't effect him. 

But then he refuses to touch you sexually after the one time he tried.

It takes you a while to make the most peace that you can with James, but it happens eventually because you don't have a choice.  

The loneliness starts to drive you mad otherwise.

You are helping him with his farming one day when you collapse.

James isn't happy to find out that you haven't had any of your daily water intake for the day. 

After he is sure you are hydrated, it is punishment time because caring for yourself is also a rule you are supposed to never break.

Your ass is red and seething by the time he's done. Everything is pretty much routine except that you don't sit up to apologize and maybe hug him like usual.

Not even when he pats your ass to signal that he's done.

"H- Hubby?" You sniffle as you use the endearment.

It had been a proud discovery of yours.

James always gave in a little whenever you used it.

"Yes, little mouse?" You bite your lips as your thighs tremble.

Fuck.

"Y- You say we are husband and wife…"

"What about it?"

You bite your lip as you push your ass out and towards him, letting your legs part.

"Then why don't we act like it?" James is good at concealing his emotions and showing restraint.

But he can't help the way his cock hardens at the sight your pretty red thighs reveal to him.

Your perfect pussy is glistening with your creamy arousal, the entrance of your vagina blinking to indicate its need to be filled.

Fuck. 

Though James starts off small and slow with his fingers rubbing your cunt, the night ends with him balls deep into your pussy with his length rearranging your organs.

Whatever was left of you to own for him, he does so after that night.

You cannot go on for long without having some sort of physical proximity to him.

The sex is wild and it's amazing with his stamina. 

It is also instrumental in bringing you two closer than ever. 

James opens up to you slowly, but only when you ask about it.

You had done so in the past as well. 

But since it's genuine curiosity now, he feels comfortable telling you all about it.

It is a lot for you to take in and you almost don't believe him until he shows you some of his belongings from his time.

Things drift on as smoothly for a while as the waves outside your house.

And then comes the ultimate test. 

Which decides the course of your future with him.

He is still asleep one morning when you wake up.

It isn't a usual occurrence. 

But you had introduced him to comics lately and he had been obsessed with them despite claiming that they were too childish and unrealistic. 

While he had a metal arm himself…

You adjust the quilt before getting ready for the day and heading out to make breakfast. 

It is when you realize in panic that there aren't any apples left even though James had asked you to make a grocery list (that started when he started trusting you more) and you had assured him that you had enough apples for a while.

"I am gonna get the hairbrush today, I swear to God!" You mutter to yourself as you rush through the house like a headless chicken. 

Thankfully, your garden had an apple tree so you could save yourself from a breakfast spanking at the very least.

But something standing next to the dock catches your attention before you can the apples you try to budge free from their branches.

A motorboat. 

Before you can decide what you think of it, you are standing next to it on the dock.

It has fuel and a map. The key is in the ignition.

You narrow your eyes and feel your head splitting. 

A lot goes through your mind.

Flashbacks play before your eyes.

It is almost a full circle moment. 

And then you are standing in front of James who is seated on a stool next to the kitchen counter you use for dining. 

His head is lowered as he sips on his coffee and stabs at the breakfast you prepared with a fork.

"Hubby?" Your captor freezes before he slowly looks up at you. 

The blue of his eyes is troubled. He is in disbelief. As though he wasn't expecting you to be standing here.

"There is a boat outside. Do you think someone could be–" 

"You didn't leave." His voice is heavy. 

"What kind of a wife leaves her home?"

You two just stare at each other for a while. 

No words exchanged.

Then, for the first time ever, James gets up and hurriedly closes the distance between you two, enveloping you in his arms before pushing you against the wall behind you.

"I felt so angry and wronged that I thought I could take anything because I deserved it after everything that happened to me but… I love you too much, mouse."

He has never spoken this earnestly before.

"I just realized that I do too."

James kisses you passionately before you wrap yourself around him and close your eyes blissfully. 

He tightens his own arms around you gladly.

He would have hated to end up back on square one with you had you chosen to try and escape. 

The boat would have blown up a small fuse that would have been loud enough for his enhanced hearing if someone– you, were to turn the keys in the ignition.

Yes, he wasn't expecting you to be back but only too soon.

It was a test and you passed. 

As always, James stuck to his ways and rewarded you for being such a good wife. 

By giving you a ring, a new wardrobe and a baby that was the first of many to come.

.

What do you think hAH-

[zaana]

I drew my OG boys in the barbie meme format

[wintercosmickillsx]

Let's all look at Bucky respectfully lol

[mirnightghost]

[something about the sun]

YAY ACHIEVEMENT, we have already celebrated, thanks- (I will not get tired of talking about how incredible it is that I am able to do this, although a few years ago I would have died...anyway-)

I don’t like the result anymore, I want to start a new one-- (and I really hope I will do so) Although drawing pictures of this type is too difficult for all our brain systems...okay I give up, it’s difficult for me to write such posts. (I also gave up on the title, as you can see)

And hello to everyone who is still in the fandom~

[navybrat817]

Do you think Bucky would be possessive if you aren't his girl?

Nonnie, I think you forgot a word at the end of your question.

YET.

You aren't his girl yet.

But imagine Bucky is sitting at a table and a few agents are sitting there as well. He tries to block out the chatter, until one of them mentions your name. Followed by his.

"Barnes, you hitting that?"

Which would have him seeing red. Because he wants to fuck you, yes. He also wants to give you the care you deserve. He wants you to be his completely.

"If you're asking if she's my girl," he says as calmly as he can manage, "No."

"So, I have a chance," the agent smirks.

That look is quickly wiped away when Bucky takes a knife out of what appears to be thin air and drives it through the table as the chatter ceases. The blade is right between the agent's fingers. Miraculously, he didn't get cut.

The former Asset is that good.

"You didn't let me finish. She's not my girl yet. So, no, you don't have a chance."

But the question is, did you happen to walk in and witness the event or did word get around?

Love and thanks! ❤️

[capibuck]

December, 1943. You are beautiful, even when you sleep.

I have COMMISSIONS OPEN if you're interested 🧡

Support my art on Ko fi ☕, please.

[lovestony16]

[super-marvel-dc]

Bucky, holding a rock: Y/N just gave this to me and said "I feel like you deserve the moon but all I can give you is a rock."

Thor: If you don't marry them, I will.

[becca-e-barnes]

Ma’am, you are deviously incredible 🔥 We’re begging for an exploration of him saying “I love you” while fucking her like he doesn’t 🥹

My brain keeps picking up the storyline a few splendidly torturous hours in when her body’s completely spent & quivering & she’s a blubbering mess & that’s when he picks her up & takes his sweet time positioning her so she can limply yet eagerly watch their reflection has he finally gives her… exactly what her twitching body’s been craving. 🥵

I'm so glad you all enjoyed the thought of this as much as I did because I've been dying to expand on it 😵‍💫 (Part 1 here)

I like to imagine by that stage, he's absolutely desperate too though. He's got to feel your sweet little pussy clench and flutter around him, contracting so tight every time you cum that he swears it's going to be the end of him.

He's been too hard for too long, buried inside your body and he swears he's never felt you this wet or this hot before. It's been fucking luxurious, forcing you to cum against his fingers, feeling how your body's natural reaction is to coax him to drain his balls into you but that alone isn’t enough. He needs more than that.

He wouldn't admit it to you but he can't take any more. His balls feel like they're fizzing; overfull and beyond ready to flood your waiting, overstimulated body.

He arranges you gently, laying you on your front because he doesn't trust your trembling arms to support you. "That's it, good girl." He coos, hearing you whimper and sob pathetically because he needs to slip out of you to slide a pillow under your hips.

"You've made such a mess." He groans, taking a second to appreciate the delicious, inviting, slick little cunt he's about to indulge in. "You're dripping, sweetheart. God, I just know there's no way I'm going to be able to pull out."

His huge hands are gripping your hips and with one sharp, brutal thrust, he's back inside you and you both sob pathetically at the feeling of your bodies being joined again. This is exactly what you've needed but you don't have the words to tell him that. All you can do is whine and will your body not to cum again so soon.

"I meant. What I said earlier." He punctuates his sentence with soft groans, drawing back until he almost slips out of you before pounding back in.

He leans forward, tilting your chin up, making sure you can see the way he's fucking you in the mirror at the end of the bed.

"I love you. And I don't want you to forget that." He sounds sincere, one hand trailing up from the small of your back to right between your shoulder blades and then back down again. It feels intimate and tender but all that is forgotten by the very next thrust.

"I love you. But for now, you're just a mindless. Little. Drooling. Breedable. Cunt for me." He slows his thrusts down, determined not to cum so soon but it's going to be difficult to last until he gets the first couple of loads out of the way.

"Baby..." You whimper, feeling the tip of his cock nudge against your sweet spot, making you shake from overstimulation.

"I know sweetheart, I know. It's too much. But you're being so good for me. You're so perfect. How have no idea how you feel. So wet and warm and I can feel you fluttering around my cock. It's like you're trying to squeeze every last drop of cum out of me. Is that what you want? Because angel, I'll keep this delicious cunt stuffed full of load after load until I have nothing left to give you."

His thrusts are punishingly fast, thumping against your raised ass, half chasing his orgasm, half holding it back.

"And when I do, I'll remind you just how much I love you. And the baby I'm going to give you tonight."

With that thought, he can't stop himself from cumming, his dick twitching inside you as he shoots thick ropes of his seed right against your cervix. You're so cock-drunk you can only rut yourself millimetres back and forth but that's all you need to send yourself spiralling into another orgasm that leaves you trembling and sobbing.

"Fuck, you want that as much as I do, don't you?" He kisses the back of your neck, breathing you in while letting the euphoric rush subside. He notices he hasn't softened in the slightest despite such an intense orgasm but he knows he needs to be gentle with you for a moment before he can get any rougher.

[spencerreidafterhours]

*~.It’s so comforting to know I can stay up till 2 am reading the most toe curling, filthy, plotless smut in a warm bed on thanksgiving break. This is what the holidays are all about. *~.

[iwasmadetobeasoldier]

POV:

Ur being hunted by the Winter Soldier