#insecure bucky barnes

[buckyalpine]

Dry humping chubby Bucky

Just imagine dry humping with subby chubby beefy Bucky. Using him for your pleasure, moaning and whining while you hump and grind yourself all over him. He’s a shy baby who can’t believe someone who looks like you would be so into someone like him. No amount of convincing works, which is how you both ended up on the couch with you straddled on his lap, rubbing yourself on his achingly hard length. 

You worship him, whispering the sweetest words while taking your clothes off one by one, leaving you in just the tiniest pair of lace panties, rubbing your clit right where the tip of his cock rests in his pants. 

“You’re so pretty like this, big boy” Your hands grip onto his thick shoulders, your fingers toying with the hair at the nap of his neck, tugging it every so slightly. His face is flushed, pink lips parted, gasping every time you move just right, his balls heavy, “My pretty baby boy” 

“Oh God” He whimpers, feeling spurts of precum drip from the tip, his entire body throbbing from how good it feels. At some point you lean back, grasping onto his thighs, putting your body in display for him while you continue to swivel your hips on his erection and he swears he’s died and gone to heaven. 

“Fuck, James” You chant and moan his name, brows knitted together, refusing to take your eyes off him because he’s the one who makes you feel this good. You get off just getting to rub yourself on him and he better know it. He hesitates to touch you but when you throw your arms around his neck again, your breasts practically in his face, he can’t help but grab onto you. 

“Angel” He warns as best as he can, his cock his leaking and making a mess in his his pants, he’s going to blow his load if you don’t stop but you grind down hard on him and circle your hips. “S-slow down, I-please” 

He doesn’t want to blow just yet, he loves how you worship him, you turn into such a needy slutty kitten, making him feel so good and what kind of boyfriend would he be if he came in his pants like a little boy. He tries so hard to hold on, to stop himself from cumming but you make it impossible. 

You notice his hands grip you harder, his fingers digging into your soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises, chest heaving up and down. You let out a moan right by his ear at his cock swells, balls pulling tight to his body. Before he could say anything, sticky ropes of his spend throb out his cock from where your pussy humps him perfectly. 

He buries his face into your bare chest, taking a nipple into his mouth to muffle his moans, his hips stuttering from underneath, his large form under you squirming and trembling. You register his needy ministrations, hiding his face between broken moans, puffs of air hitting your warm skin as he pants. You pause your movement, your hands coming up to his face, pulling him away from your chest. 

“Did you cum baby?” You cup his scruffy cheek, making him look at you, his sweet blue eyes looking at you with shyness, the blush on his cheeks spreading to his ears. He nods, refusing to meet your eyes while you coo, kissing his face before capturing his soft lips. All he can do is nod, still looking away from you, nervously squeezing your hips in his large hands. 

“Sorry, I couldn't hold it” He whispered making you fall in love with him more. 

“Did it feel good, handsome?” Your nose bumped against his, loving the smile that graced his lips, blinking up at you. “I want to make you feel good, baby” 

His eyes grow wide when you slink off his lap and start to tug at the waistband of his pants, urging him to lift his hips so you can pull them down to his knees. He wants to squeeze his thighs shut, he isn’t even hard anymore. He doesn’t think you’d want to look at him when he’s soft, made a mess all over himself. 

“Angel, what are you-”

“Gotta clean you up, big boy” You take his softening cock, covered his silky cream into your mouth, lapping him right up, loving the slutty, desperate moan he lets out. He’s so sensitive, body jolting with each lap of your tongue but you’re not gonna be finished with him until he gets how perfect he is for you. 

Anyway. 

[purple-babygirl]

welcome baaaack! i missed you so much

i've been here since forever and i remember a very long time ago that you promised us insecure chubby bucky. i never forget and i'm still waiting for him (when you get time for sure). i would love to read that whenever you right it! otherwise i'm really happy you're back again.

much love purple<3

Pairing: Insecure!Chubby!Chef!Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Word Count: 4,180

Summary: Bucky runs into his ex, who manages to mess with his head, bringing his insecurities to the surface again. His girl takes it upon herself to show him how perfect he is.

Warnings: 18+ content, bullying (sort of), fat shaming, negative self body image, insecurities, intrusive thoughts, mentions of cheating, a little crying, a little angst, smut, unprotected vaginal sex, cum, multiple orgasms

A/N: Nonnie, omg, you have been here a long time! I love and appreciate you so so much and I can't believe you stuck around for so long wow:"💜💜 Thank you so much for existing and for being here you're the reason I don't wanna leave again💜💜💜 Here's one insecure chubby bucky for you, I hope you like this one and that I did a good job💜 Thank you again ilyyy, please enjoyxx💜💜(y'all i think i forgot how to write smut what is wrong with me)

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perfect to me

“I’m so sorry, baby, I have to run,” she told him after checking her phone, pecking his lips and taking quick steps down the aisle of the large store.

Bucky smiled, taking another fruit plate and placing it in their cart. His girl was such a hard worker and he couldn’t be prouder.

It was going to be Christmas soon and his girl was still working hard so Bucky was going to make her the best holiday food she’s ever tasted.

He was focused on picking the freshest cranberries when he heard a scoff, a very familiar one.

“Hey, Ryan,” Bucky sighed, not really wanting to ruin his good mood, as he turned around to meet a face he knew too well.

“What does she owe you?” said Ryan, tilting his head with a smirk.

“What?!”

“There’s no way this chick is seeing you. I figured she must owe you and is just paying her debt!” He smirked further, not even trying to hide his gloating when he saw that his words still had an effect on Bucky.

“My relationship with her is none of your business.” Bucky’s voice was suddenly low as his eyes stared down at the contents of the cart.

“But my relationship with you is.” Ryan put a finger under Bucky’s chin but the latter took a step away.

“We don’t have a relationship. You cheated on me, remember? I was too fat for you.” Bucky’s shaky voice moved nothing inside Ryan. If anything Ryan wanted more.

“And now you’re too fat for her.”

“Shut up. She is nothing like you.”

“Really? Do you even know where she goes when she leaves you? Where she is right now, for example?” Ryan smirked.

“She got called into work and had to run to the office.” Bucky knew he owed him nothing and if he was in his right mind he wouldn’t have went through a conversation with Ryan at all, but he wasn’t.

“How are you still so naïve?” He laughed heartily as if Bucky’s misery was actually amusing to him.

“Leave me alone.” Bucky tried to push the shopping cart and walk away, but Ryan stepped before him.

“I didn’t know your publisher lived in an office.”

“What are you talking about?”

“She leaves you to go fuck your publisher. You know him, black guy, sexily built, very handsome.”

The words left Bucky feeling lightheaded as the world seemed to twirl around him. Could history be repeating itself? No, not this time. His girl was not like that.

“I saw her coming to his building with him.”

“How’d you even-”

“I wait tables in the restaurant across the street from his apartment. I didn’t know she was with you but damn are you lucky you met me today!” Ryan laughed insensitively.

“It’s probably someone else.”

“I think I know what your publisher looks like.”

“You’re lying,” Bucky chocked out, trying to get out of Ryan’s way.

“You don’t sound so sure about that.” Ryan tilted his head again with a smug smirk, poking Bucky’s tummy, “you know why? Because deep down you know she’s too sexy for you. Because you look at her and then at yourself and you can’t figure out why she’d want you. Because you know that sooner or later she’s gonna get tired of your fat ass and—”

“My life now is none of your business, Ryan. You left. You chose to go, so stay gone.” Bucky’s weak voice interrupted, shutting Ryan right up before he sped out of the store, leaving the groceries behind.

“You’ll come back to me when you see for yourself!” He shouted after Bucky, but he didn’t stop nor turn back.

The questions he had raised in Bucky’s head, Bucky had no answers for them himself. Why was this sweet girl with him? What did she see in him? Anyone who met them thought the same thing: they didn’t belong together. So what did she see differently? What was Bucky bringing to their relationship? Could he even satisfy her? Could he keep her fulfilled?

He thought the days where Ryan messed with his head were long gone but he was obviously mistaken. Ryan could still easily hurt him. He could still make him feel as large as an elephant yet smaller than an insect. The dagger he’d planted was in so deep that Bucky couldn’t feel anything but the pain the stab brought.

~

His ex’s words plagued his mind. They took over and drowned out his girl’s voice, pushing it to the background.

All of a sudden, Bucky was very aware of his size, of the way the couch made the slightest sounds under his weight, and the way his girl could fit her whole self on one of his thighs if she wanted to.

“Bucky bear?” A hand on his cheek pulled him out of his thoughts.

Suddenly, he hated the words she nicknamed him with. Bear? Is that how big she thought he was?

“Hmm?”

“I was asking if you wanna go shopping for last minute gifts with me tomorrow,” she repeated, smiling sweetly, her fingers brushing a few hairs back and behind Bucky’s ear as she yawned.

Bucky’s new cookbook became a best seller after one week of release and the publication house was throwing the amazing chef a party.

She couldn’t be prouder and she wanted to support Bucky all the way. She loved Christmas and now it was going to be even better with this event added to their memories.

She was going to go all out for her man and he didn’t even know it. It was going to be a huge surprise and she couldn’t wait to make it happen.

“Yeah, why not,” Bucky replied, faking a smile back.

“What were you busy thinking about?” Her thumb traced his stubbly cheek as she frowned worriedly.

For a wonderfully successful cook, Bucky didn’t look so happy.

“You,” he answered with the truth though his eyes didn’t sparkle like they usually would at the thought of her.

“What about me?” Her smile returned as she stared lovingly at Bucky’s face.

“Why are you with me?” Bucky couldn’t hide the sorrow in his voice if he tried.

“What?” She sat up straight in his lap as her face fell.

“Please don’t make me repeat the question.”

“Buck, where’s this coming from?” Her hands cupped both his cheeks.

“I just don’t get it.” He shook his head, swallowing as his hands removed hers from his face.

“Don’t get what?!” She placed her hands on Bucky’s chest instead, refusing to let him push her away.

“Why you’re here!”

“I’m here because I love you, what’s hard to get, baby?”

“Do you really love me?”

This was serious. She’s never seen her boyfriend look so broken.

“James, what’s going on?”

“Answer the question, plum,” Bucky requested, the back of his fingers stroking over her cheek, knowing this was probably the last time he would get to touch her soft skin.

“Of course I love you!”

“Then why do you leave me to go meet Sam and then lie to me about it?!” Bucky unintentionally raised his voice.

“W—what?”

There were so many emotions overwhelming her and none of them was pleasant.

She was shocked, hurt and dejected. Bucky has never raised his voice at her before.

 “What were you doing together last night? And the night before and the night before that?!”

“Bucky, you’ve got it all wrong.” She shook her head, heartbroken that Bucky would think of her like that.

“Please leave.” He slid her off his lap and stood up, turning his back to her.

“Bucky.” Tears pricked her eyes.

“Leave, plum.”

“Bucky, me and Sam were—”

“If you won’t leave then I will.” Bucky sped to the door, grabbing his jacket from where it was hanged.

The last thing he wanted was to cry in front of her too. He’s already shown his weakness once; never again.

“Bucky!”

He ignored her calls, ready to run out of the door and let his legs take him far away where he’d have to hear no lies and could no longer get hurt.

“James Bucky Barnes, don’t you dare walk out on me!” She blocked the door, preventing Bucky from exiting the apartment.

Her eyes glistened with yet to be shed tears as her heart pounded in her chest. The mere idea of losing Bucky for any reason terrified her more than anything else.

She loved the man with her heart and soul and would go to the ends of the Earth for his sake. Why couldn’t he see that?

“I didn’t wanna ruin the surprise but… your book is a best seller. Me and Sam were planning you a party to celebrate. We figured if we met at the restaurant it’d ruin the surprise so I saw him at his place after work.”

Bucky stared at her dumbly.

“You can call Sam if you don’t believe me.”

“Oh.” Bucky felt like someone’s just dumped a bucket of cold water over his head; felt like an absolute idiot, “oh, plum.”

“I’m sorry I kept it a secret, but I’m not sorry I wanted to do something nice for the man I love.” A tear rolled down her cheek and her lower lip trembled, “and I’m really sad with you for stalking me and doubting me like that. I didn’t expect that from you, Bucky… and I’m hurt.”

“Sweet plum-”

“You can leave now if you still want to.” She took quick steps to the bedroom, leaving Bucky at the door.

It wasn’t often that she and Bucky fought and it was never something that couldn’t be solved within an hour. He could never bear to see her upset, let alone let her go to bed mad at him.

“Plum,” Bucky softly knocked on her door, swallowing the lump stuck in his throat, “can I please come in?”

But this was big.

Bucky has doubted her love for him. He has insulted her loyalty and ruined everything because of his insecurities and the poisonous words of a man who never cared for him.

She opened the door for him in a heartbeat, her face soaked in tears.

“No, no, sweet plum.” Bucky took her in his arms, praying to the deities she wouldn’t repel from his touch.

“You pushed me out of your lap.” She sobbed, her chest heaving and her forehead pressed to his shoulder.

His accusations hurt but the fact that he pushed her away somehow hurt her more.

Bucky couldn’t help but let his tears fall as well.

How could he be so thoughtless? She was the one good thing in his life and he almost let her go. No amount of restaurants he could open could make him feel as happy as a smile from her would.

He could write a library and collect every prize ever known to humankind, and she would still be the best thing Bucky has ever won over.

“I’m stupid, baby. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” His hold tightened, engulfing her smaller frame in a desperate hug, “please don’t cry because of an idiot like me. I’m sorry, sweet plum. Forgive me, baby.”

“Why’d you do it?” Her sad eyes looked at him in question, full of confusion yet void of bitterness.

“I- sweet plum-” Bucky didn’t know how to answer her question because now that he looked back, he could see how stupid it all was.

Why did he follow her for 3 consecutive nights while she went to meet Sam instead of just trusting her? Why did he choose to believe and trust in Ryan’s words and not her love for him? Why was it easier for him to imagine her with someone like Sam but impossible to think of her with someone like himself?

“It’s because I’m a big idiot,” Bucky replied.

“Bucky.”

“Please forgive me, plum.” Bucky pecked her temple.

“Tell me what happened.”  She demanded softly, wiping Bucky’s own tears away and kissing his chin.

“Nothing happened, sweet plum. I got inside my own head again. I’m sorry, baby.” Bucky lied with a sad smile, too ashamed to admit Ryan’s words almost had him ruining the best relationship he’s ever been in.

She nodded understandingly, her hand cupping Bucky’s face as she rested his forehead on hers.

Bucky would tell her when he was ready. She didn’t want to stay mad at him. She knew he had issues with self confidence and she wasn’t about to make him feel even worse. He would come to her when he was comfortable. Bucky would tell her on his own.

“Please stay.” She whispered, her teary eyes heavy with sleep, yet afraid to go to bed and have Bucky leave after.

“I’m not going anywhere, sweet plum.” Bucky kissed her forehead, taking her by the hand to their bed.

~

“You know you can talk to me, right?” Her soothing voice whispered, filling the dark room.

Bucky was laying wide awake, Ryan’s words playing in his ears over and over again. What he did to his girl and how he made her cry. All the messed up shit he did just hours ago gnawed at him and took the sleep away from his eyes.

“I ran into Ryan,” Bucky finally replied, unable to sleep while he’s hiding something from her, “he filled my head with thoughts about you leaving me for Sam, and I let him.” He admitted to the ceiling, hesitant to meet her eyes.

“I would never leave you,” she promised him without reluctance, cupping his face and making him look at her.

She wanted him to see all the love her eyes held for him with no shame.

“Please don’t. I will lose the weight, I will—”

“Wait, what? He told you I’d leave you because of your weight?” Both hands were back on Bucky’s cheeks, thumbs wiping under his eyes.

Bucky nodded.

“And you believed him?”

“It’s why he left me.” He shrugged.

“Bucky,” she sighed.

“I know I know. It’s what’s on the inside that counts—”

“Don’t talk as if you’re not physically breathtaking!”

“Baby—”

“No! You have no idea how handsome you are, do you?!”

“Plum, you don’t have to say such stuff.” Bucky shook his head sheepishly and regretted it when he saw sadness cover her delicate features.

She quickly shook it off, scratching her forehead before taking Bucky’s hand, helping him sit up in their bed.

“Sweet plum, what are you doing?” Bucky asked when she started moving the covers down his torso.

“Gonna love on my man. Would you let me, Bucky? Can I love on you?” she asked, her voice soft and sweet.

Bucky nodded, hypnotized by the adoration shining in her eyes and she started to undress him.

Her eyes never left his as she took piece by piece of clothing off, revealing his beautiful figure to her, her smile only faltering when she bit down at the sight of her man in all his naked glory.

Bucky’s body was lit up under the soft moonlight coming from the window, helping her appreciate every curve and inch.

This gorgeous human being was his and he was hers.

“You’re so fucking sexy you take my breath away,” she moaned, slipping out of her own sweater, “and I don’t just mean the way you make me cum so many times until I have to fight for oxygen.” She brushed her lips on his.

Bucky was speechless. He could only stare and try not to lose his own oxygen.

“Keep your eyes open for me, Buck.” She pecked his lips once and he opened his eyes at once, not even realizing he’d closed them in the first place.

She smiled at how fast he followed the instruction, leaning back on the headboard and licking his lips.

Bucky’s groan when her bra hit the ground made her giggle. She slipped out of her panties, leaving herself bare before Bucky’s eyes.

“Come here, plum,” Bucky’s arms reached for her but she shook her head.

“This is about you, Bucky Bear.”

She climbed on the bed between Bucky’s legs, her hands wandering along his shins, thumbs caressing up his inner thighs. She bowed forward, peppering kisses on Bucky’s soft flesh.

“I love your thighs,” her lips moved higher and higher, the tiny kisses and nibbles driving Bucky crazy as he tried not to touch himself, “love how thick they are. So strong. So perfect. I would ride them all day if you’d let me.”

Bucky whimpered when she accompanied the honest words with a bite, leaving her mark on his pale flesh.

“And that ass,” she moaned, her hands sliding underneath Bucky, pulling his legs up and cupping his ass cheeks.

Bucky’s shy gasp made her smirk. He was so precious she could eat him. Maybe she should some day…

She let Bucky’s legs settle back on the bed and kept kissing up and up, skipping his twitching cock on purpose and placing wet kisses on his tummy instead. Her eyes locked with his and Bucky bit his pink lip.

He looked so beautiful, blushing, disheveled and turned on like that. His pupils were dilated, his cheeks rosy and his breath uneven; she was falling in love with this chef all over again.

“I love your tummy so so much,” her tongue dipped in Bucky’s bellybutton and the flush spread from his cheeks and on to his neck and chest.

Another moan slipped from his lips as her warm tongue lapped at his skin. She was full on licking him now.

Her words were romantic but the way she was loving him was driving him insane.

“I love to feel it against me when we hug,” she kissed his right side, “I love when you let me rest my head on it and I get to hear you breathe and feel your heartbeat,” she kissed his belly, “I love how it warms my back when you spoon me. And I love feeling it pushing against my ass when you take me from behind.” She pressed a final kiss to his left side.

“My favourite has got to be your cock though.” She gave his leaking dick a single pump and his hips were already bucking off the bed, “I’m a sucker for this cock, baby. Literally.”

Bucky was too busy whining when her mouth wrapped around the crown of his cock to call her out on her bad joke.

His whole body was on fire with need for her. He needed her to do something, anything.

“Plum, please. Let me get you ready. I need you. I need to be inside you.”

Bucky didn’t want to cum in her mouth, not this time. He needed to be buried deep inside her and he wasn’t sure how long he would be able to last.

“I’m ready,” she said, situating herself on top of his cock, rubbing the tip on her wet folds, letting out filthy mewls at the feel of him against the lips of her pussy, “always ready for you, baby.”

Before Bucky could argue that he should at least make sure she was prepared to take him just in case, she was pushing the tip of him in, stretching herself out on his cock with her head thrown back and her mouth open in a silent scream.

“Fuck, plum, so tight,” Bucky groaned, feeling her pussy grip every inch as soon as it disappeared inside her.

When she has completely impaled herself on Bucky’s cock, she stilled, taking a minute to get used to the stretch.

No burn has ever felt as good as the burn she got when Bucky’s dick split her in half. Getting opened on this cock was her favorite thing in the world.

She dragged her lips along his stubbly jaw as she waited, kissing all over his face, savoring the moment as sweetly as possible as if the head of Bucky’s cock wasn’t almost touching up her cervix.

Her open palms glided from around Bucky’s neck to his shoulders and down his arms until she reached his palms.

“and those hands, I think you already know how much I love your hands.” She chuckled as she continued and Bucky nodded, squirming below her.

“I love when you hold my hand; makes me feel safe; chosen,” she rolled her hips, making Bucky groan wantonly.

“I love how fast you can make me cum on the fingers of your left hand.” She whined when Bucky’s hands dug in her sides as she moved on him, surely leaving bruises behind.

“Fuck, plum-” Bucky was so close so fast and he wished he could last longer but the movement of her body on top of his, the words leaving her mouth and her walls snug around his cock were too much.

“I love you. Every inch, every part. I love all of you, Bucky.”

Bucky groaned in reply, chest heaving as he watched her take him.

“I love every part of you. I crave your touch like my lungs crave air.”

Bucky involuntarily thrust up, making her eyes roll.

“Oh Buck!” she wailed, Bucky hitting her favorite spots so good.

He couldn’t stop his hips from meeting hers every time she came down to take his cock over and over again, eyes glued to where he was disappearing inside of her.

“Nothing could ever match the feeling of being filled up of you, Bucky.”

“I love you, plum ahhh fuck,” Bucky moaned, overwhelmed by emotions and ready to burst any second.

“I love you too, Bucky bear. You’re my everything; my one and only.” She kissed him hard, thighs shaking around his body as she came on his cock.

Bucky couldn’t help but let go himself, cumming harder than he has ever before, filling her up with so much cum until he felt it leak out of her despite having her plugged on his softening cock.

She moaned at the warmth of his cum, shuddering when it seeped out of her.

“Fuck, plum,” Bucky sighed on her shoulder, breath still shaky.

She giggled shyly, burying her face in Bucky’s neck.

“Where did that come from?” Bucky asked, cupping her cheek so he could look at her.

She was glowing, smiling at him so innocently as if his cock wasn’t still buried deep up her leaking, pulsing pussy.

“From here.” She pointed to the spot between her breasts.

“Right here?” Bucky leaned forward to press a kiss on her hot skin, making her laugh as she nodded.

“I love you,” he whispered on her lips.

“I love you, Bucky. I love every tiny detail about you inside out. Nothing will ever change that.” She promised, seeing his eyes soften once again, insecurity dissipating.

“Thank you, plum.” Bucky hugged her close, kissing her shoulder and the back of her neck.

“Thank you for letting me show you how much I love you.”

“So you love my cock huh?” Bucky teased.

“Buckyyyy,” she whined, trying to get away as her face heated up.

“No, say it.” Bucky bit his lip, looking at her with a smirk.

“You know I do. Stop.”

“No, plum. I don’t know anything.” Bucky shook his head trying to act serious, “say it again.”

“Iloveyourcock,” she mumbled, trying to take herself off his cock.

“What was that, plum?” Bucky thrust upward into her and even with a soft cock he could make her make the sweetest sound.

“Hngh, I love your cock, Bucky,” she moaned, throwing her head back.

“Hmm, how much?” Bucky swirled his hips, feeling himself get hard again.

“S-so much,” she admitted as his cock stretched her sensitive pussy.

Bucky held her close, turning them the other way around and gave a deep push when he was on top, his cum making the filthiest squelching sounds as she screamed an “oh god”.

“So much you’d let me take you again?”

“Yes, yes,” she nodded frantically, not wanting the man to stop his thrusts.

And he wasn’t going to.

Bucky’s tummy pinned her down as he pressed his lips to hers, eating up her squeals as he pounded her into the bed, showing her how much he loved her.

~

“So you really don’t care about my weight?” Bucky asked, supporting his body up on his elbows as he stared at her glossy eyes.

She could barely remember her name as she tried to come down from the other two orgasms Bucky has just given her, his body still on top of hers, but that wasn’t a question she needed to think about the answer to.

“I only want you okay and healthy, Bucky. If you’re comfortable, I’m comfortable. If you’re happy, I’m happy. Otherwise, you’re perfect to me,” she told him with a shrug, pushing his wet hair behind his ears, “every little thing about you is perfect.”

“I love you so much, plum.”

“I love you more.” She smiled, heart fluttering at the look he was giving her.

“Not possible.” Bucky kissed her lips, “not possible, plum.”

~

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[astxrwar]

“why do you HC bucky as desperately wanting to feel needed” well you see

Steve. pre-serum. scrappy smart-mouthed 5’4 zero brain cells. always sick and asthmatic and losing everyone in his life and Bucky took care of him! loved him! loved to take care of him!

and then one day steve didn’t need somebody to take care of him anymore. and he started taking care of Bucky (saved him the first time, then the second time, essentially brought him back to life!!) and bucky started needing him and he never really stopped needing him and he hated himself for it and for not being able to do things for Steve the way he used to. and then steve was just. gone. and now he’s alone. and he feels okay only when he’s being useful to people and Proving Steve Right about him being good under the decades of abuse trauma.

he is absolutely not comfortable with the side of himself that Needs people that badly, he’d gone most of his life being the caretaker and not really knowing what that even felt like, and it’s easier to allow yourself to need to be needed than it is to just. need. they’re both basically the same thing but it’s an extra step to assuage his pervasive self-worth issues and feel Secure in caring about people because he really just feels like a burden unless he’s being Useful.

[buckrecs]

been feeling a little down lately and was wondering if you know some fics where bucky comforts reader?

Bucky Comforts Reader

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Hold Me by @buckyalpine

Bucky comforts you when you’re having a bad day.

Sad by @softlyspector

The reader, who has struggled with depression all her life, slips back into that deep sadness. Bucky is worried and tries his best to help.

Bad Day Comfort by @wkemeup

Eclipse by @wkemeup

When a mission leaves you empty and broken, Bucky is determined to heal the wounds that linger deeper than the cuts on the surface. 

Nightmare by @sleepypanda27

Bucky comforts you after you have a bad nightmare.

Sad by @sleepypanda27

When you aren't feeling your best, Bucky is right there by your side.

Heartstrings by @sleepypanda27

When Y/n thinks that she is not good enough, Bucky proves her otherwise.

Late Night Talks by @buckychrist

When a night takes a turn for the worst, there’s only one person in the world you want to talk to, and you find him laying down in the bedroom next to yours.

eyes on the screen by @kinanabinks

bucky comfort where we watch some sitcom like family guy and just chill with some kisses at the end.

I’m Here by @foreverindreamlandd

Bucky supports the reader during a depressive episode.

Dropped Pens & Bee Stings by @foreverindreamlandd

Reader is having a day where nothing seems to be going her way. Nothing some TLC from her mans Bucky Barnes can’t fix.

Together by @sgtjbuccky

In where you’re feeling like the world is collapsing against you, and everything you do in life is never enough. You feel inadequate to everyone around you, but Bucky is here to remind you that you’re the greatest there is. 

Nobody Else by @the-bau-quinjet

Reader is stressed about college and Bucky is there to help.

under the weather by @dirtychocolatechai

Failure to Launch by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

You go radio silent for a day, and Bucky comes to check on you. He doesn't know exactly what you need, but he tries his best to help.

Imagine by @t-lostinworlds

“hey... you've been crying.”

[primaryalcohol]

poor guy

[stuckyrogersbarnes]

we love you even more now, sebass

[museandwords]

coming soon to a blog near you. FULL FIC HERE!

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You are quite proud to say you have successfully survived any and all encounters with one James Buchanan Barnes after that. 

He frequents the diner normally with Steve, or his sisters or – and the most disappointing of them all – his dates. 

And, you learn against your will, that Bucky indeed goes on lots of dates. Which, you suppose you should’ve known.

You never serve him when he comes in with a girl because when he comes in you're either on a break or you haven't clocked in yet or you're just ending your shift, and you're thankful for it. 

You know that you wouldn’t be able to be the friendliest you could be when he brings girl after girl through those double doors and orders milkshake after milkshake. 

It doesn’t take you long to come to the conclusion that the tiny little crush you harbored for him turned into a not-so-tiny-and-little crush. 

It was big, bigger than anything you've ever felt for a man, for sure. 

So every time Bucky Barnes came in with a new girl under his arm, you could feel yourself deflate just a little more. 

They’re never the same girl. 

Every few weeks Bucky comes in with a new one tucked into him. 

One thing you do notice is that it seems Bucky just likes women, they have no particular similarities; blondes, brunettes, girls with hair as black night. Wide brown doe eyes, siren-like blue eyes, and everything in between. Bucky just really seems to appreciate women. 

But the thing is…they’re always older than you.

[starrybxcky]

When my auto correct changes Bucky to yucky 😭 imagine accidentally saving his contact like that without realizing and he sees it- cue the big puppy eyes in your direction. He doesn’t say anything about it either 🥺

[cevans-seb]

Bucky FWB Drabble Pt 2

A/N: This is part 2 of 3. It was going to be one part but I am exhausted and wanted this out.

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Here you are again, tangled with Bucky as his softly snores in your ear. Since that day, your rotation stayed the same with him only calling when he wanted to have sex or needed an excuse to leave his friends. Your own heart and pussy betrayed every other part of your body because of this cruel man who peacefully slumbers beside you.

You feel fresh tears prick your eyes as you ponder your next move. It has been a few months since the sex felt intimate…hell, your toy gave more pleasure than Bucky has. He was always selfish, but this was low even for him. Glancing over at him, you wonder if you could suffocate him and pass it off as an accident because not only has he become more selfish but his jealousy rose to a new height. The man oozes green mist whenever a man is near you, as if he doesn’t still entertain other women. He might’ve not fucked Natasha that night but a rumor has been swirling around about him and the new commander, Maria.

Adjusting your bonnet, you huff out in frustration when he rolls over his back facing you. You knew that your wit ends was near between Bucky’s shitty attitude and your overall despartion for his love, although you felt you were competing in an unfair game. It was time to quit. Bucky was never going to change. He never saw you more than a warm body that became accessible to him whenever he needed a fix, but not anymore. “I’m sorry that I wasn’t enough for you to love fully.” You whispered. And with a heavy heart, you slid out of bed.

Leaving his house was a mission within itself, it was difficult skimming the room for your clothes since James has a deep hatred apparently towards sweaters and panties-which you are looking for now. While you searched you failed to notice how close you were to his bedside lamp and just as luck was on your side, it vanished when it shattered.

“Shit,” you cursed as Bucky groaned.

“Are you okay, princess.” It rolled off his tongue with ease, he stretched his long limbs while you stood frozen in place. “We can clean it up later, and come back to bed.” He reached out for you.

“I think I’ll head home, James. I shouldn’t have spent the night anyway.” You heard him mummer something under his breath but decided to ignore it for your own sanity. “And I don’t wanna argue tonight, princess. I want to hold you so come here.” There goes that nickname again. It felt superficial coming from him. “I’m serious. I’m going home and I’m not doing this with you anymore. Whatever this farce is, it’s over. Which means no more late night calls, sext, or nudes. We’re over, Bucky.” You heaved. “Done with not being your number one person.”

Bucky was wide awake now.

His gears churned with your words bouncing off in his head as he felt his own heart lurch out of his chest and onto his lap. “Why do we have to complicate things, baby? We have fun shouldn’t that be enough.” He asked. “No James, think about it for one second. I have clothes, a toothbrush, and a fucking bonnet in your house but all I am to you is a fuck buddy! I want to make it work with you but you don’t fucking care about me. I’m tired of being just a hole to you.” You cried out, clutching your chest as all what you were thinking about flew out of your mouth. This stunned Bucky, his mouth agape. “Goodbye James,” you took in his silence before walking out of his room.

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[stuckysbike]

Howl 4

Werewolf!Bucky x Werewolf!Reader

Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader (for now).

Warnings: werewolf Bucky, werewolf Steve, werewolf Nat, dark themes. Mature, 18+. Exes to lovers (hopefully), violence.

“He thinks if we’re a family he’ll get power, he wants me to be his mate, so I can be bait,” you suggested eventually.

The truck had stopped out of sight of Rumlow’s place. Part of you wondered if this was a trap, it felt too easy but you also knew Rumlow wasn’t prone to thinking things through, hence his obsession with the idea that acting as Jamie’s father would melt him an alpha.

When no one protested your chest felt hollow. Bucky was driving now and Steve was beside you but they didn’t look your way, probably relieved you suggested it. Once upon a time you had friends and family and now, because of one stupid mistake, because you believed one lie, you had nothing but Jamie.

And you were about to lose him too.

Bucky would never let the boy go, not now, and Steve would do whatever Bucky asked. You would be around sure, but on the edge of the pack. You hadn’t been cunning enough or brave enough to fight back in your teenage years. You ran away and that was unforgivable.

Some wolf you were. Your ancestors would be ashamed of you. You hung your head in shame, sending a prayer to them begging their forgiveness.

“We can mask our scents,” Steve said as Bucky pulled over.

“He’s a beta so he’ll take longer to notice you,” your hands shook. You were terrified, but your priority was Jamie.

As you got to the door, you balked, but you pushed on. A tear slipped out but you brushed it away, reaching for the door knocker. You noticed your poor cuticles were ragged, and your hands looked worn with bitten nails. You probably didn’t smell that good either but you didn’t think Rumlow would care.

“I knew you’d come around eventually pretty,” Rumlow opened the door his greedy eyes sweeping over you. “Boys in his room. Upstairs.”

You nodded and started to head for the stairs but he caught your hair and yanked you back. You yelled out in pain and shock. He spoke, his coffee stained breath wafting over your face.

“Not so fast, I’ll be claiming you first,” he shoved you towards the back of the house and down a flight of stairs. “Soundproofed. So we don’t traumatise the boy.”

You pushed him away with all your strength and turned to face him. Rumlow smirked as he came closer, pressing his face almost against yours. “Boo!”

“I won’t run for you,” you said. You had a few scraps of dignity and you refused to let go of them.

“You will,” he shoved you back twisting you to face away from him.

“I’d rather wither and die,” you snarled over your shoulder. His hand curled around your neck and he shoved you forward until you hung over his work bench.

“Bitch,” he snarled as he cupped your throat.

There was a boom and a crash upstairs and Rumlow pulled you up.

“What have you done?” He yelled in your face, spit flying everywhere.

“Don’t move,” a strong voice commanded. An alpha. It was Steve coming down the stairs. He had a gun in his hand and his eyes were on both of you.

“Whore,” Rumlow hissed at you.

“Let her go and we’ll leave her here for you,” Steve said. Someone followed him into the room. It was Bucky.

“We just want the boy and we’ll go,” Bucky added. He was carrying a gun himself, and it was trained on both of you.

Your eyes widened for a fraction. They were going to leave you here, they were willing to leave you to his mercy. You trusted them to save you not leave you to a monster.

“The boy is mine,” Rumlow said. You felt his claws dig into your throat. “I’ll kill her if you come any closer.”

“Go ahead, barely remember her anyway, mediocre one night stand,” Bucky took another step closer. “My advice is not to waste your time Pal.”

You cried out as his hand tightened and blood trickled down your throat. He was calling Bucky’s bluff. You were going to die.

“Tell Jamie I love him,” you whispered.

“Got him!” A female voice yelled from upstairs. It was Natasha.

Rumlow yelled and went to launch for Bucky but Bucky knocked him to the side easily, then twisted him onto the floor, grasping a handful of his hair and snarling quietly in his ear. You swore you heard the words “my girl” but there was so much going on that it must have been misheard.

“Buck,” Steve warned. Bucky snarled again and shook Rumlow’s hair then pushed his face onto the floor.

Bucky stood and shook his shoulders, dark angry eyes flirting around the room. You gasped at the darkness in his look, swallowing your anxiety down when his eyes locked with yours. A moment later two of the pack were hurrying forward and restraining Rumlow as he struggled.

“You okay?” Bucky asked softly as he took your hand.

You wobbled, wavering on the spot and then you were in his arms, Bucky catching you as your knees buckled. “Hey, hey, easy,” he whispered as he stroked your back.

There was a commotion upstairs and a yelp and suddenly Jamie was wrapped around your legs, an adorable growl emanating from his chest.

“Hey Baby,” you said as he looked up at Bucky, his blue eyes narrowing. You stroked his hair glad to see he at least looked okay. He pressed his head into your hand.

“She’s my mama,” he said possessively. He puffed his little chest out ready to fight for you and tears welled in your eyes.

Bucky nodded. “You’re right. She is,” Bucky agreed as he lowered himself to Jamie’s height.

“You’re my dad,” Jamie said with narrowed eyes.

“How did you know that?” Bucky asked his voice awed. He was dying to reach out, to touch but he didn’t want to spook Jamie. His hand was still on your leg though keeping you as a light barrier between them.

“Mama talks about you all the time,” Jamie said.

“Let’s do a deal kid, let me help you with your mama and then you and I can talk about whatever you want?”

Jamie narrowed his eyes again assessing Bucky carefully, then held his hand out for Bucky to shake. Bucky took his hand and then Jamie surprised everyone by hugging Bucky.

You drifted into a daze as Jamie took your hand and pulled you forward. “Let’s get away from the bad man,” he glared Rumlow’s way and stuck his tongue out as he led you up the stairs, Bucky and the pack in tow.

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Jamie sat between you and Bucky in the backseat. You listened as Jamie interrogated his father, his curiosity shining through.

Bucky and Natasha had softened but Steve still glared at you via the rear view mirror from time to time. You tried to avoid his eyes but you still felt his anger.

Bucky asked you to stay with him and when you got to his home Winnifred and Rebecca were there already making up the spare rooms eager to meet Jamie.

And Jamie, he was thrilled. He’d missed having a family and you stood back and watched your boy bond with them. Both Barnes women pointedly ignored you so it was easy to slip away to the kitchen.

Your hands shook as you sipped on a glass of water.

“You okay?” Bucky asked.

You nodded. “I’m just really tired,” you admitted.

It was true, you were emotionally, physically and mentally exhausted. Your last few years had been hell as you tried to protect Jamie from threats and now that you were here you felt like you might fall apart, but you were at Bucky’s mercy.

“Look, why don’t you go lie down,” Bucky suggested. You shook your head.

“I can’t. Jamie needs me,” you said.

Bucky didn’t argue but he rubbed your back. “Then go take a hot shower and change into something comfortable. I’ll be here with Jamie. I won’t let anything happen to him.” When you hesitated he tilted his head to the side. “He’ll be here when you get out.”

You nodded and headed off to the room made up for you grateful for a private space to relax in.

Next

[darsynia]

Sneak Peek: Shipping and Handling Ch 2

SERIES MASTERLIST

Summary: There’s a chance you and Steve aren’t the only people dealing with the strange chemical bond from Mistress, so you agree to submit to daily tests that should help Dr. Banner figure out what’s happening, and maybe how to stop it. The problem? Seeing each other every day brings a new set of side-effects that both of you hide from each other and Banner until things come to a head– not just for the two of you, but also for the man who has to deal with you: Bucky Barnes. Length/Warnings: 451 words for the snippet / Mentions of sex acts Minors DNI

Chapter posted either tomorrow or Monday. Finally some Bucky PoV!

“You practically knelt down in front of him. Take pity, will you Doll?” 

Bucky only realizes the endearment after he’s said it aloud, and to minimize the damage, he clenches his jaw and twists his lips into an inconsequential smile.

It doesn’t work.

“You’ve never called me that before,” you say, your lovely eyes lit with surprise and something else, something he shouldn’t be looking for. 

Gruffly, he says, “Really?” It’s a shut-down tactic, because people are much less likely to elaborate on something they’re uncertain over. He maximizes its effect by leaning down to examine the oven door, which is indeed fucked. 

“Really. I liked it, don’t worry.” Your voice is soft. “Looks like you’ll be needing these menus, I doubt the stove is kitchen rated with the door off! Come on, I’m sure Steve is going to be hungry when he shows back up.”

Are… you joking about what Steve’s doing in his room right now? Bucky lunges over to block your way out of the kitchen. The shirt you’re wearing smells like the detergent he and Steve use, and something about smelling Steve on you sends heat straight to his groin.

He really should’ve punched Banner, too.

“What?” 

“Are you sure you want everything out in the open?” You look at him, uncomprehending, and Bucky’s a hypocrite, because there’s no way any of what he’s been thinking about lately can be in the open.

You’re shaking your head at him. “I don’t--”

Bucky grips the doorframe so tightly it gives a little under his metal hand. “He’s jerking off in there. He’d only do that while we’re waiting out here because he has to. If he comes out here and you make a comment like that, he’ll feel guilty for--”

“--weeks. Maybe forever. Shit.” you interrupt. He pushes off from the door to let you pass, and you continue; “Banner seemed certain that the… intensity was because we’d spent those two weeks apart, but this is--” You break off and drop the pile of menus on the dining room table with a long-suffering sigh. “I’m really worried it’s going to be untenable, but then I remember all the people out there this could happen to, you know?”

Bucky nods toward the hallway leading to the bedrooms, where Steve is probably touching himself right now. “Is that the 'untenable' you’re talking about?”

Your face wrenches in embarrassment, eyes closed, and you nod. Because he doesn’t want to go through this whole ordeal without some amusement at his own expense, he says, “There are two bedrooms, if you need to borrow mine? You know where it is.”

[samwontshare]

Chapter 3 of my SarahBucky WIP is up.

~9k, 3/? Chapters, so far we've just kissed

Romance, grief and trauma recovery, falling in love and making out on boats, humor

In this chapter: Sarah confessing her worries to her best friend, drunk!Sarah, drunk texts we later regret, moving through grief, talking out feelings with Sam

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“You found some brand new, certified fresh dick, ain't that right?” 

“T!” Sarah laughed and swatted her arm. “Okay, you know Sam’s friend–”

“Did you fuck a Howling Commando, sis?” 

“Why are you trying to kill me, I ain’t even told you nothing yet!” Sarah exclaimed, her face hot. Everybody in Delacroix was talking about Sam’s new sidekick, Bucky Barnes. What did she expect? “And no, thank you, I did not.” 

“Why go all the way to Disneyland when you can ride an Avenger right here in the parish?” 

[just-give-stucky]

Tw: body dysmorphia

Something that really bothers me is when people say Bucky “put on weight” in Civil War.

Just for reference here’s a side by side of Bucky in ca:tws and in ca:cw

I mean there is basically no difference. Sebastian Stan has been pretty upfront with having issues with body dysmorphia and comments like that will obviously make it worse. I mean everyone knows about the impossible body standards that are put on women, I wish people would recognize that this also effects men. Like in order to get this shot

Chris Evans had to be incredibly dehydrated. Also they had him wear shirts that were so small they physically hurt him. Maybe I’m just over sensitive about this because I have issues with body dysmorphia as well

[carcrash429]

Jersey

picking up directly from the previous snippet I wrote for @therealjambery :

Bucky took a quick status check. The light had faded without him noticing, day now edging close to night. Which meant he’d missed dinner. 

He’d spent years ignoring his body’s needs for the sake of other people and it was easy to ignore them now for the sake of his own mind. Easy not to realize you’ve spent the twelve hours since dawn in the same spot, reading. Easy to miss meals that way.

It hadn’t been a problem for a while, but that was less to do with himself and more to do with Clint nagging everyone into eating properly. He had taken it upon himself to deal with dinner every evening, sometimes with Jason’s help, sometimes without, occasionally takeout, but usually homecooked.

Clint wasn’t particularly good at cooking, nor did he actually seem to enjoy the process that much but he had a thing about food. Bucky could see the shape of it, a little bit, in the way he kept the pantry stocked with shelf-stable goods and hid little caches of snacks all around the apartment. 

Bucky wasn’t gonna ask. He was pretty sure he wouldn’t like the answer to the question. 

It wasn’t relevant right now, anyway. If Clint had his door closed then he wasn’t cooking dinner and Bucky and Jason were going to have to deal with feeding themselves.

“If his door’s closed then he doesn’t want to be bothered,” Bucky finally answered brusquely. “You hungry? Maybe he’ll come out if he smells that we’ve ordered pizza.”

[buckyismybicycle]

Part 3 (FINAL) of Spoil Me, Ruin Me, Keep Me

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Joaquín Torres Rating: Explicit Tags: Age Difference, Silver Fox Bucky Barnes, Daddy Kink, Top/Dom Bucky Barnes, Pining, Pet Names, Jealousy, Requited Unrequited Love, Love Confessions, Slight Angst with a very Happy Ending, Collars, Joaquin’s Slutty Internal Thoughts, Baby Falcon is actually Baby Slut, Summary: Joaquín hates how good they look together. Next to him, she’s so small and demure, looking like someone he could and would dominate. Their kids would have the bluest fucking eyes on the planet.He flies away before he has to hear any more of it or think about any further scenarios.

This is a last instalment of this series! Thank you to everyone for their kind feedback, support and sludging in this rarepair with me 💕

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For @badthingshappenbingo  I2: “Insecurity”