#lee!bucky

[supermarvel-fics]

Tickletober Day 16: New Discovery

fandom: marvel

word count: 650

pairing: bucky x reader (established relationship)

summary: while cuddling, you find out something interesting about your boyfriend, Bucky

It was normally you who laid on top of Bucky, head resting on his bare chest and listening to every heartbeat, but Bucky had a rough day and who were you to deny him just a fraction of the comfort he was constantly giving to you.

While Bucky couldn’t fully lay on you without crushing you, he did the next best thing—his head placed on that dip right below your shoulder and his legs tangled up with yours. His arm was draped across your abdomen, squeezing you as tight as he could without making it uncomfortable.

“Mm, that feels nice,” Bucky mumbled into your chest sleepily. You stopped momentarily to take notice of what you were doing, causing him to whimper from loss of touch. Chuckling, you resumed the motion—brushing up and down his back with your fingertips. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” You replied after kissing the top of his head. You hadn’t known a love like this before Bucky Barnes. People say he’s too moody or rough around the edges, but you’d gotten to know the softer side of him that he kept hidden from everyone. The side that made your heart flutter when he smiled or made you laugh when he couldn’t figure out how to use his cell phone. Bucky was the best kind of person to love and you were lucky he’d chosen you to love him.

Out of nowhere, Bucky winced and shifted his body towards you, pulling you away from your thoughts. “What happened?”

He cleared his throat, relaxing back into the position he was previously in. “N-Nothing. I’m good.”

“Are you sure? It sounded like I hurt you.”

Bucky let out a deft laugh, shaking his head. “You can’t hurt me, doll. I’m fine, really.”

“Then, what was that noise you made?” You curiously interrogated him. Your fingertips went in search for the spot that made him hiss.

“It was ju-HUST—” Again, Bucky’s body moved away from your fingers along with what could only be described as a squeak (for a super soldier). Realization hit you quickly, a grin forming on your face.

“Oh, my God, Bucky. You’re ticklish!” You shouted through a whisper, your hands instantly dropping down and fluttering across the backs of his ribs. He let out a real laugh this time, his arm doing its best to block your access.

“Nohoho! Doholl!”

“Seems to me like you are,” You giggled along with him, searching out new weak spots. “That’s so cute!” Bucky arched away from you as much as he could, but your body stopped him from going too far. Your nails scratched gently at his lower back, earning you a bright and boisterous cackle.

“Ohokay, YEHES! I am. Hahahappy now?” He asked, moving to lay on his back, pinning your arm to the mattress. You weren’t having any of that, so you shifted to your side and used your other hand to dig into his belly.

“Very happy. I can’t believe you hid this from me! You tickle me all the time,” You exclaimed. Bucky’s laughter pitched up a bit when you pinched at his sides, and you noticed he was trying really hard not to push you away.

“I wahasn’t gonna juhuhust announce it!”

“Well, now I get some well-deserved payback!” You attacked as much ticklish skin as you could with only one arm, moving every time Bucky’s hands were close to grabbing yours to stop you. His giggles were music to your ears, not normally hearing it come out of the brooding soldier.

After a few more punctuated digs, Bucky had seemingly had enough, prompting him to twist over to straddle your hips in a flash and instantly squeezing up and down your torso. You squealed and fell into thunderous laughter, doing your best to fight him off by tickling him back, but he would always have the upper hand.

And to be honest, you didn’t mind all that much.

[just-another-blog-of-fluff]

It's Basic Science

Word count: 4,300

Pairing: Bucky x reader (no pronouns used) - established relationship

Warnings: Lots of tickling in this one 😳 all very sweet and fluffy

Another prompt complete! This combines a few requests, the first being a Prompt where Bucky is dating an engineer reader who is working to enhance his metal arm, along with another Prompt where Bucky has minimal experience with tickling (I modified this slightly but the premise is the same), plus an additional prompt where reader reassures Bucky when he realizes he enjoys being tickled.

I feel like Bucky just lacked so much affection in his life with HYDRA 🥺 any sort of physical affection would be so foreign to him but so desired once he knows what it's like 💚

Disclaimer - I am not a biotech engineer, so I have no idea if any of this is accurate 😅

"Almost... got it..."

You stood hunched over your workbench, soldering iron in hand and Bucky's metal appendage laid out on the surface in front of you. The super soldier sat patiently beside you, watching with curious wonder as you carefully and expertly attached the last of the electrode sensors to the metal surface.

"Remind me again - how is this supposed to-"

"Shh. I'm concentrating." Your tongue protruded slightly from the corner of your mouth as you threw all your mental energy into focusing on the task at hand. Bucky couldn't help but grin fondly at the intense expression on your face. "And... done!"

"Great! And... what's this going to do?"

You sat down in your swivel chair and rolled yourself a few feet over toward your computer, fingers a blur as you typed on the keyboard in front of you. "This is going to restore sensory function in your prosthetic arm," you explained excitedly.

"And... how is that possible?"

"Glad you asked." You looked up at Bucky, a spark of passion in your eyes. "I've just installed a sensory electrode array onto the surface of your vibranium arm. Once we reattach it, the post-synaptic eletrode sensors will communicate with your existing nerve endings in your shoulder. You'll not only be able to move it with your thoughts as you have been - it will provide various tactile sensory capabilities as well. Things like nociception, thermoreception, proprioception-"

"English, please," Bucky interrupted, shooting you a confused look. You chuckled, smiling apologetically.

"Sorry - I went all biotech engineer on you again, didn't I?"

Bucky smirked. "Doll, you know I find your gigantic brain to be very sexy, but you speak a whole different language when you talk science."

"Buck..." you whined, heat rushing to your cheeks. Turning away so you wouldn't have to look at his broadening smirk, you typed a few more things into the computer, then grasped the workbench and rolled your chair back toward the metal arm and its owner. "The layman's terms summary is that you'll be able to feel pain, temperature, and touch. It's probably easier if I just show you."

You and Bucky had been dating for a couple of months now, and you couldn't have been happier. The two of you had danced around each other for ages, neither of you willing to make the first move despite the fact that he hung around your section of the lab almost every day. Bucky was a man of few words, mostly spending his time staring and observing your work at first. After some time, he began to open up and answer your questions, asking questions of his own about your projects. You were very passionate about your position as the team's biotechnology engineer, and so you found it easy to start rambling once Bucky got you talking science. No one else had taken such an interest in your work as he had. It made you feel special, important.

It was only after Steve swung by one day to tell you what it all meant that you realized the crush you had on him was reciprocated. He'd grown tired of watching his best friend pining for you in silence, and pleaded with you to say something knowing shy and brooding Bucky would never take the initiative to ask you out. And so you did.

For months, you'd been eyeing his prosthetic arm, knowing there were so many enhancements you could build into it if he'd allow you the opportunity to try. Once you started dating, you were able to build the courage to ask him if you could experiment. Bucky seemed surprised at first that you had any interest in his vibranium arm, considering it was already pretty high tech after Shuri had done work on it in Wakanda. Your passion and your intelligence had been what attracted him to you in the first place, and so it didn't take much convincing for him to agree to your little pet project.

With careful precision, you lifted the prosthesis to his shoulder and lined up the socket with the remaining portion of his human joint. The metal began to shift and contort automatically to mold itself to his shoulder and secure itself in place. Bucky looked at you in confusion.

"I can't move it."

"I know - I haven't reactivated the surface electromyography... sorry, I'm doing it again. I haven't turned it back on." You wheeled back over to the computer and tapped a few keys, pressing enter to reactivate the electrodes. Relief flashed across his face as he lifted the arm, twisting his wrist and wriggling his fingers experimentally to ensure all was in working order.

"It feels... different," he observed, gazing at the appendage curiously.

"Yeah, that's called proprioception," you explained. "In other words, you can feel where your arm and hand are in relation to the rest of your body."

"Woah." His eyes widened as he stretched out his arm and moved his hand around at random, clearly amazed by this new sensory technology.

"Let's run a few more tests," you suggested, sliding off your chair and moving to the refrigerator in the back of the lab. You pulled out a cold bottle of water, returning to the workbench and holding it out for Bucky to take. "Tell me if you can sense the cold temperature with your metal hand."

Hesitantly, he reached out and closed his metal fingers around the bottle. His eyebrows shot up his forehead in surprise.

"It's really cold."

"Does it feel the same as your human hand?"

He passed the bottle to his opposite hand, shaking his head. "It seems a bit off. It feels a lot colder in the metal hand."

"Hmm. I'll have to tweak the sensitivity of the thermoreceptors..." you mumbled to yourself, slipping a pen out from behind your ear and scribbling a few notes on the notepad on your workbench. "What about heat? I don't want to burn you, so why don't you hold my hand and tell me if it feels warm to you?"

Bucky grinned. "You just want to hold my hand, don't you?"

You blushed. "You know I always love holding your hand. But this is purely in the name of scientific experimentation."

"Sure." He held his metal hand out, and you slipped your hand in his, lacing your fingers with his metal digits. He stared at your intertwined hands for a moment, reaching over with his human hand to touch the back of yours for comparison. "It's a little warmer with the metal hand."

"Makes sense. I'll calibrate the thermoreceptors. Let's run some more tests first so I can make all the adjustments at once." You picked up a pin from the workbench, poking it to your own index finger and wincing at the slight pinprick sensation. "I'll test the nociceptors next - those detect pain. I'll be gentle, though, I promise."

Bucky scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Please. I'm a super soldier. I can handle a little pinprick."

"I know you're a big tough guy, Buck," you assured, poking his kneecap teasingly. "If the nociception electrodes are overly sensitive, it might feel like I'm stabbing you. I just want to be careful."

"Alright..." He lay his metal hand on the workbench with his palm facing upward. You grasped his wrist to steady his arm, gently poking the sharp end of the pin to the heel of his hand. He suddenly jerked his hand away, breaking free of your grasp.

"Did that hurt a lot?" you asked apologetically. He shook his head, his brows knit together in confusion.

"No... it was just weird."

"Uh, ok... I'm gonna need a little more than that for my notes, Buck." You motioned for him to place his hand back on the table, this time pressing the pin to the very center of his hand. Again, he jerked away, this time with a puff of air bursting through his nose. "James. Tell me the truth. Is this hurting you? I won't judge you."

"Doll, I swear it doesn't hurt."

"Then why do you keep pulling your hand away?"

"I... I'm not sure." He returned his hand to the table. "Try again."

"Ok..." You grasped his wrist once again, this time poking his fingertips in rapid succession without warning to try to get him to tell the truth. To your surprise, he let out a giggle when he pulled away this time. It all started to come together. You smirked, looking the bewildered super soldier in the eye. "Bucky - does it tickle?"

"What? No. That's not possible," he insisted. You laughed out loud.

"Bucky, seriously. I'm not going to judge you for being ticklish."

"I can't be." His expression was serious, not at all sheepish. You tilted your head in confusion. "You of all people should know. Don't people grow out of that by, like, age five or something?"

"Wait - you can't be serious." You squinted at him, trying to detect any hint of a lie in his face. He was dead serious, not an ounce of humor in his eyes. "Bucky - that's not... you don't just grow out of being ticklish. Adults can be ticklish too."

"Really?" His eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"What led you to believe that it just goes away at a specific age?"

"Back in my time, I only ever saw little kids tickled by their parents or siblings or whoever," he explained. "And it's not like HYDRA was the type to go around tickling people."

"Oh." Your heart ached at the realization that he'd had such minimal experience with kind, affectionate touch. "Well... I promise, it's normal to be ticklish as an adult. I am too."

"Oh." There was a sort of confused, almost disappointed look in his eyes. You reached out and grabbed his human hand in yours, squeezing it affectionately.

"What's wrong, Buck? Do you think it makes you childish?" you asked. He shrugged, nodding. "I promise it's normal. It's evolved from a physiological protection mechanism. Humans are ticklish in areas that are vulnerable to attack. It's basic science."

"I guess that makes sense." His face softened a bit. You grinned, pleased you were making him feel better.

"You know... science aside, adults sometimes use tickling as a way to flirt with someone." Heat prickled in your cheeks as you explained the social aspects of tickling to your naïve super soldier boyfriend. "Would... would it help if you tried to tickle me?"

Bucky blinked, gazing blankly at you for a moment. "I... maybe? It's worth a shot."

"A-alright." You shrugged your lab coat off your shoulders, draping it over the back of your chair. Giggling nervously, you took Bucky's hands in yours and guided them to your sides. "G-go on then."

"You sound nervous."

"I'm... very ticklish." The heat in your cheeks intensified. "Just... try it."

Bucky looked you in the eye, eyebrows bumping slightly as though asking for permission to proceed. You nodded, bracing yourself for the ticklish sensation. Then, he began to scratch at your sides.

You had very little resolve to withstand the sensation, given how giggly you already were prior to him even tickling you. Immediately, you burst into rapid giggles, folding in on yourself while trying to fight the instinct to push his hands away. Bucky grinned, a spark of mischief in his eyes.

"That's cute." He skittered his fingers around to your belly, and you twisted involuntarily away from his touch. He captured you in his arms before you could stumble backward away from him, wrapping his arms around your ribs and slipping his fingers up under your arms before you could regain your bearings.

"BUHUCKY!" You buried your face in his chest, slamming your arms down to your sides. His chest rumbled with his own laughter as he wriggled his fingers a bit deeper under your arms for a moment, finally relenting when he felt your muscles go limp and you leaned more heavily into him. He held you until you were steady on your own feet, releasing you as he gazed at your flushed face affectionately.

"Alright. I definitely feel better now."

"Of course you do," you groaned, hiding your face in your hands. You turned away and went back to jotting down notes in your notebook to give yourself an excuse to look somewhere else, figuring you could drop the subject now that you'd succeeded in your efforts to reassure him. "Alright... let's move on to the next test-"

"Wait."

You turned your head to look at Bucky, who suddenly appeared nervous. Not sullen, as before. More sheepish, with a tinge of red dusting his cheeks.

"Could you... I want to know what it's like," he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. An involuntary grin spread across your face.

"You're asking me to tickle you?"

"... Yeah."

You set the pen down on the workbench beside the notebook, taking a few steps closer to Bucky. "You promise you won't hurt me with your super strength accidentally?"

"I promise."

"Alright." You looked him over, trying to assess the best method to attempt this. "Turn around."

Bucky did as he was told, turning his back to you. You slid your arms around his waist from behind, pressing your front against his back. Deliberately, so as not to accidentally tickle him without warning, you placed your hands on his sides with your fingers splayed wide.

"You ready?"

"Ready."

You were purposely gentle, scribbling your fingertips lightly into his sides through the fabric of his shirt. The muscles in his abdomen tensed under your forearms the moment you began tickling him. As promised, he made no efforts to wrench your hands from his torso, although he did grab hold of your wrists as though to provide his hands something to do.

"It's ok to laugh, Buck," you urged, tickling your way up his ribs in search of a more sensitive spot. The laughter you were seeking suddenly burst from his chest when you added a bit more pressure over his lower ribs, his hands squeezing your wrists a bit tighter but not forcefully enough to hurt. "Hmm. Ticklish ribs. I'll have to jot that down."

"Thihis isn't a-ha-an experimehent," he protested.

"Yeah, but I need to take notes for myself for later," you argued teasingly. "How about... here?" You shifted your hands to the sides of his belly, scratching at the skin overlaying his rippling abdominal muscles.

"O-HO-KAY thahat's bahad," he exclaimed, squirming in your arms.

"Oh, perfect - I've always wanted an excuse to feel your abs," you chuckled, scratching faster at the sensitive skin.

"YOHOU JUST HAHAD TO ASK!"

"Mm, but this is more fun." You took advantage of the spot for a few more moments, finding that a firm scribbling just above his bellybutton sent him into hysterics that rendered you almost unable to hold onto him. "Ohokay, I'm done," you promised, ceasing your attack and releasing him from your grasp. His shoulders shook with the last residual laughs, replaced by heavy breathing as he recovered. "You ready to keep working?"

"Uhh... yeah," he responded, voice laden with uncertainty as he turned to face you again. He took his seat as you analyzed him with your gaze.

"You sound upset. Did I take it too far?" you asked worriedly.

"No! No, of course not," he assured, smiling weakly.

"Then why do you seem upset?"

Bucky's gaze dropped to the floor, his cheeks brightening more than you'd ever seen. You ducked to recapture his gaze, smiling reassuringly.

"Buck, you can tell me. What is it?"

"I... is it weird that I... uh... didn't want you to stop?" He glanced up at you hesitantly, his blue eyes visible through his eyelashes. Your smile broadened as you took his human hand in yours.

"Not at all," you assured. "Truthfully... I liked when you tickled me too. It just feels nice to be close to you, and to laugh and be vulnerable, you know?"

"Yeah. Yeah, that's exactly it."

You were silent for a moment, pondering. Then, with a grin, you tugged on his hand to get him to stand up.

"Come here. We need a work break."

"Ok..." There was a tone of confusion in his voice. You guided him by the hand to the back corner of the lab, where Tony had a small lounge-like seating area for breaks. You stood him in front of one of the sofas.

"Sit."

"Uh... yes ma'am?" he responded quizzically, taking a seat on one end of the sofa. You sat beside him, bringing your legs up onto the seat cushions to kneel facing the puzzled super soldier.

"Clearly you have a lot to learn," you explained with a smirk. "So, I'm going to teach you the art of a tickle fight."

"Wh- HEHEY!" You launched yourself at Bucky before he could finish responding, kneading your fingers into his ribs. He toppled over sideways, more from the shock of it than from the force. You followed, leaning over on top of him to be able to reach his torso.

"Looks like I'm winning this fight," you observed teasingly, shifting to target the middle of his ribcage with one hand. The way he'd fallen over blocked your access to his other side, and so you opted to claw at the trigger spot above his bellybutton, grinning fondly as he burst into desperate laughter.

"OHO NO YOHOU AREN'T!" He suddenly reached over and dug into your belly with his metal hand, and you squeaked and began giggling, all efforts to attack forgotten. "You won't beat me that easily," he teased, using his newfound advantage to turn the tables and pinch at your ribcage with his other hand.

"I-hi thohought you WAHANTED me to tihickle you!" you protested, hands grasping feebly at his wrists.

"Yeah, but you said this was a fight, so you're gonna have to work at it," he teased with a smirk.

"FIHINE THEN! I'll fihight you!" You launched a surprise attack on his knees, pinching rapidly at the muscles above his kneecaps. He likely wasn't anticipating being ticklish there, and suddenly he had relented in his attack in favor of trying to block your hands, albeit half-heartedly. Experimentally, you slipped your hands underneath his knees to scratch at the delicate skin overlaying the joint.

"WAHAIT!" His laughter pitched up in volume. "Thihis isn't a FAHAIR fight! You knohow where to t-HAH-tickle!"

"Yeah, and you have the advantage of super strength - I'd say we're even."

"Ohoh yeah?"

In an instant, you found yourself on your back, gazing up at your grinning super soldier boyfriend as he hovered over you with your forearms pinned by your sides. He dragged your arms up over your head slowly and dramatically, grin expanding when you began shaking your head and spitting out giggly protests.

"N-no, nohoho Bucky, dohon't you do it! I knohow what you're doing!"

"Aww, really?" he asked, disappointment flashing across his face. "Alright..." Without warning, he released your arms and shot his hands under your arms before you could lower them, the mischievous spark returning to his eyes. "I'm gonna do it anyway."

"NOHOHO!" You squeezed your arms tight against your sides, but it didn't matter now that he'd managed to worm his fingers into the space under your arms. He wriggled his fingertips into your upper ribs, and you threw your head back with desperate laughter, grasping his arms above his elbows. He was very clearly winning the fight now.

And then, it hit you.

You scratched rapidly at the metal bicep of his vibranium arm, knowing you had yet to adjust the sensory calibration. He yelped in surprise and yanked his hands out from under your arms instinctively, sitting up to break free of your hold. You quickly took advantage of his startled state, sitting up and launching your hands under his arms. Vibrant laughter tore from his chest as he fell backward in a feeble attempt to evade you, but you followed him down, shifting to kneel over his legs to pin him to the sofa on his back.

"Alright - for scientific purposes, tell me - which is worse? This?" You dragged your fingers along his metal arm, and he barked out a loud laugh. "Or... this?" You dug both hands into the trigger spot on his belly, ruthlessly clawing and scratching at the skin.

"THAT! THAHAT'S WOHORSE!"

"Hmm. Noted. My calibration error was not significant enough to exceed the degree of ticklishness of your worst spot."

"H-HOHOW... HOW DOHO YOU KNOHOW IT'S MY WOHORST?"

"I mean, for your sake, I hope it is!" you laughed, lightening the pressure of your fingers to flutter gently against his belly and marveling at how significantly it still seemed to affect him. You ceased your attack, planting your hands on the sofa cushions beside him so you could lean down and kiss his lips. You couldn't help yourself - his gigantic, ticklish grin and his bright red cheeks were just too darn cute not to want to kiss him.

"Wehell... haha... whehere else could it be?" he asked, an honest curiosity in his voice.

"Are you asking me to help you find out?" you asked. He nodded.

"And tell me yours."

"Wohoah, that's not information I just hand out!" He stuck out his bottom lip in the most dramatically fake attempt to pout you'd ever seen. You laughed heartily, leaning down to kiss his pouting lips once again. "Ahalright, let's figure out yours first, then we'll talk."

You pondered for a moment, trying to assess where you hadn't tried yet. He gazed up at you with a nervous anticipatory energy, flinching when you rested your hands on his hips.

"How about here?" You toggled your thumbs into the space beside his hipbones. He snorted, dissolving into laughter once again, but nothing quite as vibrant as you'd elicited from him earlier. "Nah, that can't be it."

"Nohope," he concurred, muscles relaxing when your hands stilled against his hips. Deep in thought, you shoved your tongue into the inside of your cheek.

"I wonder..." You knew there was one major spot you hadn't tried, one that you'd have to inform him of if you were to tell him your worst spot. Worth a try, you thought.

You shifted and turned yourself around to sit on his shins facing his feet, untying the laces on his sneakers and sliding his shoes off one by one. Turning your head to glance at his face, you smirked before skittering your fingers along the bottoms of his feet. He jerked his legs in response, nearly causing you to topple over, then burst into adorable giggles.

"Well I don't think this is your worst spot, but this is pretty damn cute, Buck," you hummed teasingly, scratching at the arches of his feet.

"Ohokay, ahah, that's nohot it eheither."

"Nope. So it must be here." You whirled around swiftly and dug all ten fingers into the spot on his belly, heart swelling at the sound of his vivacious laughter.

"OKAHAY! YOHOU WERE RIHIGHT!"

"I knew it!" You ceased your attack, grinning affectionately down at the flustered metal-armed soldier.

"Nohow... now you," he insisted breathlessly. The familiar heat flashed in your cheeks.

"You're not gonna let it go if I don't tell you, are you?"

"Nope." He sat up, watching you with anticipation. With a sigh, you shook your head and averted your gaze so as not to see his face when you told him.

"My feet. Ok, happy n-"

Bucky's hands closed around your ankles suddenly, dragging your legs out straight so your feet were in his lap. With a triumphant smirk, he locked your ankles in the crook of his elbow while he slipped your sneakers off, ignoring your giggly protests.

"Oh, come on, doll - you know I have to try it now," he insisted, tossing your shoes to the floor before fluttering his fingertips up and down the length of your soles. You screeched, tugging wildly at your trapped ankles. Quickly, you were overcome by your hysterical, breathy laughter as he scratched at the balls of your feet, muscles going limp as you lay there and accepted your ticklish fate.

He stopped after a few moments when he noticed your laughter had gone silent, rubbing a firm, comforting hand against your shin in his lap. You sat up after catching your breath, pulling your feet out of his lap in case he got the urge to reinitiate his attack.

"You weren't kidding when you said you're very ticklish," he teased.

"Look who's talking," you retorted, reaching over to poke his belly. "Did I get it all out of your system now?"

"... For now, yeah." His cheeks flushed red as he turned to avert his gaze.

"Hey." You reached up to cup Bucky's cheek in your hand, turning his head to look at you again. Smiling, you pressed your lips to his for a chaste kiss. "This was fun. I needed to laugh. I think you did too."

"Yeah. I did." His features relaxed a bit as he leaned in to recapture your lips with his. You allowed him to kiss you for a few moments, losing yourself in his embrace.

"Ok... we should really get back to work now," you insisted finally, reluctantly rising to your feet and tugging on his hand to get him to follow. "Wouldn't want to leave your arm with wonky sensors, would we?"

"Nah, probably not."

The pair of you returned to the work bench to continue your project. There was a relaxed, pleasant aura about Bucky that you hadn't known him to have before. It struck you, then, how much good it had done for him to finally experience physical affection and care. You'd never really considered how much he was lacking it in his adult life.

You vowed to yourself, then, that you'd make sure to show him how much you cared for him every day going forward. Even if it meant starting an impromptu tickle fight every once in a while.

You loved to see him happy.

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The lee! poll for my next fic!!

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•interogation• {zombies 1}

~Characters:bucky,zed,and addison~

☆lee:bucky lers:zed,and addison☆

Zed and Addison were looking for Addison necklace. They have asked almost everyone. Except-"bucky." Addison said. Zed looked at her with a confused look. "We haven't asked bucky yet" "oh yeah he had to have took it!" Zed exclaimed.

The couple started looking for him everywhere. They walked outside where bucky was standing watching the acey-'s argue. The intertained boy had no clue what was coming to him. Zed grabbed him and dragged him inside and to the zombie safe room. "Hey let go-!" Bucky yelled. "No can do bucky" zed said placing the boy in a chair and tied him to it with rope that he found. Bucky stuggled to get out of the trap. "So." Addison cut to the chase. "Did you take my necklace. Dear cousin." "W-what no way i-" bucky stammerd. "Zed do it." Addison said. Bucky stated to get really nervous. Zed got close to bucky and dragged his fingers down his sides. "W-whahahat are yohohu-" "if you won't tell us we will make you tell us." Zed said determined to get it out of bucky. He moved to buckys hips. "WAAHAHAHIHIT STOHOHOP!" bucky shrieked out. "Just tell us bucky did you take it." Addison said. "AHAHAAHAHAHAHA" no answer. Zed got on the ground and slipped a shoe off buckys foot. "Nohoho please zed!" Bucky tried to slip out if the rope. No luck. Zed dragged a finger down his foot."EEE- FINE I TOOK IT OK" "finally. Where is it." Addison asked. "I-it's in my locker you know the code to it!" Addison whispered something to zed and walked out to check. Zed continued to tickle bucky. "EHEHEHEHEHE STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHP NOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHA-" "sorry bucky" zed said. "But Addison said to." "GAHAHAHAHAHAHA" zed got up and let one of buckys arms free only to tickle his underarm. "NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH ZEHEHED PLEHEHEAHAHSE I CAHAHAHNT" "I'm sure you'll live" "EHEHEHEHEHEHEH" tears started to form in buckys eyes

Just then Addison walked in. "Got it. Let him go" zed let him go. "Ehehe- hehe yohohu guhuhys are soho mehean" bucky giggled out. "Hey your rhe one that took the necklace" Addison said poking his side. Bucky squeaked and jumped. They all walked to the next class together the people in the hall wondering what was going down in there.

[vellicore]

There goes the prettiest man this town has ever seen.

[barneswinchester]

MCU Masterlist III

as always, I don't own any of these, they're just my absolute favourites.

mcu masterlist I

mcu masterlist II

Bucky Barnes

SMUT 👅

drabble

look at me

bad date

welcome back

ride

on his knees

wake up bj

a taste of submission

a good plowin

bliss

printesa mea

somnophilia

languages of love

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

protective

purgatory

grouch

his safe place

night terrors

my babydoll

sensitive

safe with me

Steve Rogers

SMUT 👅

the game

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

my love is winter

the game

every step of the way

Stucky

SMUT 👅

feral

heat of the moment

a sweet treat

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

initials

I'm pregnant, not dying

brave new world

happy ending

last hope part two

Andy Barber

SMUT 👅

anonymous

Ari Levinson

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

you said I was your favourite

SMUT 👅

forget everything

Loki

FLUFF & ANGST 🤍

bad dreams

Lee Bodecker

SMUT 👅

persuasion

[myfictionaldreams]

😈Kinktober Masterlist 2022

Better late than never, am I right? Hello my dears, welcome to my first ever Kinktober and only a month late!

I hope you enjoy them as much as I’ve enjoyed writing them. Warnings will be included in each fic, so please read these before proceeding.

main masterlists // AO3

Day 1: Hair pulling ~ Eddie Munson x f!reader

Day 2: Mommy kink ~ Steven Grant x f!reader

Day 3: Double penetration ~ Steve / Bucky x f!reader

Day 4: Begging ~ Frank Castle x f!reader

Day 5: Clothed sex ~ Loki x f!reader

Day 6: Menstruation ~ Bucky x f!reader

Day 7: Milking ~ James Potter x f!reader

Day 8: Fucking Machines ~ Helmut Zemo x f!reader

Day 9: Anal Sex ~ Tony Stark x f!reader

Day 10: Overstimulation ~ Lee Bodecker x f!reader

Day 11: Sensory Deprivation ~ Jake Lockley x f!reader

Day 12: Ruined Orgasm ~ Mafia! Steve Rogers x f!reader

Day 13: Fisting ~ Sirius Black x f!reader

Day 14: Orgasm Denial/Delay ~ Remus Lupin x f!reader

Day 15: Begging ~ Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Day 16: First Time ~ Steven Grant x f!reader

Day 17: Magic ~ Draco Malfoy x f!reader

Day 18: Cockwarming ~ Professor Remus Lupin x f!reader

Day 19: Dacryphilia ~ Eddie Munson x f!reader

Day 20: Breeding ~ Frank Castle x f!reader

Day 21: Praise Kink ~ Marc Spector x f!reader

Day 22: Size Difference ~ James / Sirius x f!reader

Day 23: Hate Fucking ~ Helmut Zemo x f!reader

Day 24: Choking ~ Steve / Bucky x f!reader

Day 25: Face Sitting ~ Eddie Munson x f!reader

Day 26: Somnophilia ~ Lee Bodecker x f!reader

Day 27: Keeping Quiet ~ Draco Malfoy x f!reader

Day 28: Car Sex ~ Jake Lockley x f!reader

Day 29: Aftercare ~ The marauders x f!reader

Day 30: Squirting ~ Steve Rogers x f!reader

Day 31: Voyeurism/Exhibitionist~ Remus + Sirius/James x f!reader 

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

[steve-kemp]

All the soarings of my mind begin in my blood. — Rainer Maria Rilke

[notafunkiller]

Sebastian Stan’s filmography: 2019-2023

[supermarvel-fics]

Take It Easy

word count: 3,900

pairing: bucky x reader (established marriage) - no pronouns used

cw: angst, hurt/comfort, mentions and depictions of blood and violence

summary: Bucky gets hurt on a mission and you have to remind him not to constantly put himself in harms way.

author's note: I know I just posted a fic like 5 days ago, but I loved this prompt so much that I was so eager to write it! Plus, I'm leaving for vacation tomorrow and I'll be on a hiatus for a week, so this should compensate. Thank you to the sweet anon who asked for some lee!bucky! It's been one of my faves to write. Hope you enjoy :)

“You’re hurt,” You stated in distress. Bucky’s hand covered the wound, but blood was steadily dripping from between his fingers. Frantically looking between the stab wound and his face, you reached your own hand out and placed it on top of his for the added pressure.

“I’m alright,” Bucky grunted, taking sharp breaths to keep himself from extending his abdomen. With him, you walked at a steady pace to get him onto the quinjet where Stephen awaited him. “It’s not that deep.”

“Not that deep?!” You shouted in disbelief. “Bucky, you just got stabbed! Just because you’re a super soldier doesn’t mean you’re immune from dying! Dismissing my feelings about this is—”

“Doll, doll, doll!” Bucky cut you off frantically as you reached the medical bay. He turned to you, eyes mirroring how wide yours were. “I meant the wound. The wound isn’t that deep.”

He hit the button on the wall to open the med bay doors, awkwardly shuffling inside with you basically attached to him. “It feels pretty deep, Buck,” You replied—your voice having gone back to its natural volume. “There’s blood everywhere.”

“What happened?” Dr. Strange asked, putting away his magazine and standing tall to rush over to Bucky.

“Enemy ambush. Didn’t even see ‘em coming,” Bucky explained. He pulled his hand away from his stomach, receiving a gasp from you in response when the accumulating blood spilled onto the floor.

“NOT THAT DEEP?” You yelled again, but Bucky knew it was more from fear than it was out of anger. You were scared, that was valid.

“Okay, okay, let’s put pressure on that,” Stephen guided Bucky’s hand back over the stab wound while he scrambled to find some gauze. You gently pushed him over to the table, helping him sit on it carefully. Unclasping his armor, you undressed Bucky to the best of your ability, keeping your gaze on his sliced abdomen. “You may want to leave the room for this.”

Your eyes snapped up to meet Stephen’s with a fury burning behind them. “If you think I’m going to leave my husband, then you would be sorely mistaken, Stephen.”

“Doll, maybe he’s right. The team could really use your help now that I’m out,” Bucky said with a reassuring tone and lacing his metal fingers with your fleshy ones. “I’ll be okay.”

“No.”

“I’m fi—”

“I said no,” You seethed through clenched teeth. You let go of his hand to pull a chair up next to the medical table, plopping yourself down on it before interlocking your fingers with his. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Bucky and Strange looked between you and each other, silently having a conversation. It ultimately ended with Bucky shaking his head and Strange shrugging as he got the syringe with the anesthetic, but you didn’t seem to notice. You were too focused on the crimson red blood seeping from Bucky’s stomach.

“Hey,” Your husband shook your hand to get your attention. Reluctantly tearing your eyes away from the wound, you looked to Bucky, who was surprised to see you with tears glazing them over. They hadn’t fallen, but they were there. You, normally stoic and brave-hearted, seemed to be a moment away from crying. “I’m okay.”

You sniffed and turned your head to look back on what Stephen was doing, but Bucky put a stop to that quickly.

“No, no, eyes up here. Look at me,” He said sweetly. When you met his gaze again, Bucky smiled and rubbed his thumb over the top of your hand. “Hi. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” You whispered back. Bucky brought your hand up to his face, placing a quick kiss then nudging it with his nose. This side of Bucky—the soft side of him—was only reserved for you. Only you got to see Bucky’s defenses come down and only you got the sweet and playful side of him that he kept hidden.

The same could be said for you. You were a hardened and brooding agent, never openly showing your emotions. It was possibly why Bucky fell in love with you when you two first met. Maybe he saw a bit of himself in you or maybe he just thought you were beautiful. He never explained. You never asked. It didn’t matter. Bucky was yours and he would always be yours.

“Talk to me,” Bucky demanded softly. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you willed yourself not to let those godforsaken tears fall, but the exact second you opened your mouth to speak, they slipped from your waterline along with a suppressed sob.

“I—” Barely one word and your voice cracked. That was it. You stopped trying to hold it in and instead, let your emotions envelope you. It was almost refreshing; you hadn’t cried like this in years nor have you felt such fear. “It juhust kind of h-hit me th-that…”

Bucky squeezed your hand tighter in response. “What hit you, doll?”

“That you’re not invincible,” you cried. “You won’t live forever no matter h-how much I w-want you to. You can get hurt just like the rest of us and that just because you’re a super soldier, that d-doesn’t mean you are immune to knives and bullets!”

By this point, you’d completely let your body feel the hurt and the fear of losing your husband, taking a peek at Strange’s work just to make sure everything was okay. He’d quickly and carefully cleaned the gash and was halfway finished with the stitches.

“Sweetheart, I’m fi—”

“Don’t you dare say you’re fine, James,” You hissed, whipping your head back towards him. “You could have died today.”

Bucky was taken aback by the use of his first name. You never used that name. It didn’t matter if you were upset or angry with him—the only time you’d ever said his first name was when you stood up on the altar and said your vows. So, hearing it come through your lips laced with malice was shocking.

“I can die any day,” He calmly told you. “Not one day that we live is promised. I got hurt today and unfortunately, you were here to witness it, but it’s no different than the life-threatening actions we put ourselves through month after month.”

Bucky let go of your hand to reach his arm out, wiping your tears away with his thumb. Your skin tingled as his warm skin touched yours. It was warm, meaning that he was alive. That’s all that mattered.

“You’re right. Just because I’m a super soldier, that doesn’t mean I’m immortal, but it does mean that I can handle a lot more than the average human being,” Bucky continued. “This stab wound? It’s a cut. That’s all.”

“He’s right,” Stephen spoke up, looping the last stitch through Bucky’s skin. “This was a surface wound to him. Had it been us, we’d probably be dead on the floor.”

Bucky twisted his head, shooting daggers at the sorcerer for being so insensitive, but was genuinely surprised to hear a giggle come from your lips.

“That’s soho not fuhunny, Stephen,” You chuckled, drying the remainder of your tears.

“Seems to me like it was,” He smirked as he applied the final dressing to Bucky’s stomach. “You’re all done here. Get some rest. Come see me in 7 days.”

Bucky hummed his response, sitting up with a tiny grunt and throwing his legs over the side of the table to face you.

“See? Good as new,” He gestured to his torso with a grin. You matched it, sighing in relief. “I will not be dying today.”

“Mm, you still might,” You replied with a shake of your head. “You scared me to death today. I should kill you for that.”

Leaning forward, you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, relishing in the way it still felt like the first time you kissed him. That fire, that spark—it was there even 4 years married.

“It won’t happen again, madame,” Bucky whispered against your mouth before kissing you once more.

“Alright, out of the med bay unless there’s a medical emergency,” Strange shooed the two of you. “You’re making me sick.”

Snickering, you stood from your chair and helped Bucky from the table, pulling his shirt over his head. The two of you made your way out and back to the front of the jet just as the rest of team had started filing in.

“Buck!” Steve bellowed, marching over to him. “What happened? You disappeared on me, man!”

“I’m fine, now. I was stabbed, I got stitches, end of story.”

Steve looked over to you warily. “Is he telling the truth?”

Bucky scoffed prior to you answering. “He’s sugar-coating it. It was bad, but he’s all fixed up. I made sure of it.”

You guided Bucky to a seat and sat yourself next to him. For the third time that day, you interlocked your fingers with his and let yourself take in the feeling of his calloused hands. He was there and for now, at least, he wasn’t going anywhere.

That thought kept swirling around in your head, bringing you enough comfort to fall asleep on Bucky’s shoulder for the duration of the ride home.

***

The days that followed, you waited on Bucky hand and foot. He assured you that you didn’t have to—he was fully capable of making his own coffee—but he didn’t argue with you. If it gave you a piece of mind, he’d let you have it. And to be honest, it was nice to be cared for.

His body had healed itself quicker than expected, but you were still worried that any strenuous activity would be the end of the line for him. It wasn’t until week 2 that he had to put a stop to it.

“Doll, please,” Bucky grabbed your hands as you went to tie his shoes for him. “You have to stop.”

You looked up at him with that signature pout he hated loved so much before standing straight.

“I’m good as new. I’m cleared to train and go back out into the field,” He told you with a sympathetic smile. “I appreciate you always taking care of me, really, but I’m alright now.”

“Sorry, I just don’t want you to get hurt again,” You intertwined your fingers into his. Bucky chuckled and stood up to match your height, towering a couple inches taller.

“Well, I’m not going to die tying my shoes,” He commented prior to kissing you on the forehead. “Will you let me go train now?”

“Hm, I don’t know. Will you promise me that you’ll go easy on yourself and if you feel the slightest bit uncomfortable, you’ll call it a day?” You batted your eyelashes at him in that way you always did to get him to agree to do something he really had no interest in doing. Bucky groaned, but felt a grin tugging at his lips.

“Ugh, yes, I will. I promise.”

He surged forward to kiss you, but you pressed your forefinger to his mouth before he could. “And don’t think you can get away with anything. I can always ask Steve or even show up there myself.”

“Yes, dear,” He drawled out, placing a short peck to your finger. Quickly, you replaced it with your lips, sending him off to his first training session.

In retrospect, you knew he’d be okay. Bucky was tough and could obviously handle things other people couldn’t, but the day he got hurt instilled a fear in you that you hadn’t been prepared for. Going into this line of work, you knew that your life was a gift—a privilege. Every mission you and the rest of the team embark on could be your last.

But no one had ever come close to losing their life. Not until that day and, of course, it was Bucky. He’d always been the one to put his life on the line to save others. It was something about him that you absolutely hated, but you couldn’t fault him for. He had one of the biggest hearts known to man, even if he never outwardly showed it.

You were thankful that he saved Wanda, really you were, but the fear that swallowed you whole that day still lingered. So, you compensated by doing everything for him. You knew it was pointless and unnecessary, but it helped ease your mind. Bucky had completely healed days ago, you knew, but you continued anyway because it was the only thing keeping you from completely unraveling.

Becoming more anxious by the second, you made your way to the gym to watch Bucky silently. You weren’t going to make your presence known – all you needed was to see him. It was more for you than it was to keep an eye on him.

You watched in awe as he swiftly sparred with Steve, pinning him to the ground with almost no effort. Bucky didn’t seem to notice, but you saw the way Steve pulled his punches. He was nervous, too.

Knowing that there was someone there with him that would keep your husband safe, you left and sauntered back to your bedroom.

Busying yourself with paperwork, you waited for Bucky to return and the hour and a half that it should have taken him, shortened to an hour.

He opened the bedroom door with a creak. “Hey, doll.” He shuffled over to your work desk and kissed your cheek. You slightly grimaced when his hand touched your back—his sweat transferring over to you. He took clean clothes and a towel from the drawer and headed towards the bathroom.

“You’re back early,” You voiced. He turned to you, wiping the sweat droplets from his forehead.

“I promised you I’d go easy today. Plus, I missed you,” Bucky smiled, causing you to reciprocate it.

“You gave up an extra 30 minutes of training for me? After you’ve spent the last two weeks chomping at the bit to get back into it?”

Bucky shrugged. “What can I say? You’re addicting,” He winked at you and left to take a shower. You furrowed your brows in confusion. Bucky had spent the last 14 days with you attached to his hip and when he finally got the chance to do his own thing, he cut it short because he missed you.

He obviously wasn’t telling you the entire truth. You’d never complain about him coming back early just to spend time with you, but never in your 7 years of knowing him, had he ever ended a session just because he missed you.

Shaking your head, you changed for bed as well and snuggled comfortably under the comforter on your side of the bed. It didn’t take long for Bucky to reemerge from the bathroom, his torso glistening with water and his boxers hanging low on his hips. He dried himself off with the towel before tossing it into the hamper.

As Bucky’s wife, you had access to all of him all of the time, so admiring his physique was nothing out of the ordinary. Today, though, your eyes were drawn straight to his scar. 3 inches in length and maybe half an inch wide that stood vertical and was equidistant from his side and navel, your gaze was glued to it.

He settled himself into bed, pulling the blanket just high enough to rest over his legs, still leaving his abdomen visible.

“You okay?” Bucky asked you. You inhaled sharply and snapped your head up to look at him.

“Yeah, sorry,” You apologized. “I just…”

“I know I’m horribly disfigured now, but there’s no reason for you to stare,” He teased you, pushing your shoulder gently. You snickered in response, placing your hand flat on his stomach.

“It’s just scary to think that this scar could have been it for you. I don’t know, I’m being silly,” You said, nestling into Bucky’s side and laying your head on his chest. You began tracing the scar with the pad of your thumb, taking in its ridges and its unevenness.

“You’re not silly. I understand. All you need to know is that I’m okay. I have plenty of other scars and I just added one to the collection, that’s all,” Bucky comforted you, rubbing your arm. You sighed and nodded, switching to rubbing the scar with your index and middle finger.

It was relaxing at first. Soothing, even, but the longer it went on, the more your touch lost its weight. Only the tips of your fingers were tracing it, making Bucky’s stomach tense up every time you brushed closer to his hips.

“D-Doll,” His breathing hitched as you accidentally curled your fingers, swiping his skin with your blunt nails. “That, uh, it… you’re t-tickling me a little.”

You retracted your hand as if his skin was white-hot, inhaling sharply. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” He stated as he released the breath he’d been holding. The air was silent for a few moments, letting you take in what he had just said.

Bucky was ticklish. You’d known him for close to a decade and not once had he ever mentioned that fact. He knew you were ticklish, but only in a couple of places, so it was never too bad if he ever tried. Still, you couldn’t believe that he straight up admitted it.

Testing the waters, you reached your hand out and fluttered your fingers over Bucky’s hipbone.

“Wohohoah! Hey!” He shouted, instantly grabbing your wrist and holding it high above his torso. Your eyebrows raised as you let a smug grin grace your features.

“You never told me you were ticklish!” You said as you sneakily poked his side with the hand that was hidden underneath you. Bucky jerked away with a yelp.

“Hey! I never thought I had to! You never tried, either!”

“Well, I’m trying now,” You sang, wiggling your digits at his lower ribs where they were smushed against your body. He spluttered out a small laugh, releasing your wrist to cover his side. You took the opportunity to pinch at the skin of his hips, smiling once a melodic giggle rose out of your husbands throat. “Okay, now that’s just adorable.”

“Ahalright! Alright! You got me, I’m a little ticklish,” He declared, swatting your hand away.

“No, I’m a little ticklish. You’re very ticklish,” You sat up, digging into his ribcage with both hands, giggling yourself as he slammed his elbows down and threw his head back onto the pillow, a genuine, hearty laugh spilling from his lips. “Very ticklish indeed.”

You stopped as quick as you started, smirking as Bucky crossed his arms over his torso. “I-hi thought you didn’t want mehe to do any strenuous activity!”

“Uh, you said yourself that you were completely healed, Sergeant Barnes. Did you lie to me?” You asked impishly, shooting a hand up to tickle his neck. As expected, he scrunched his shoulders up, giving you access to his belly. You scratched at the taut skin, eliciting a shriek from the super soldier.

“NOHO! I didn’t! Doholl, please,” Bucky begged, pushing at your hands. It was obvious that he wasn’t trying his hardest to get you to stop. Bucky was a damned super soldier—if he really wanted you to stop, he’d get you to stop. He seemed to be loving this playful side of you, having not seen it for the last couple of weeks.

“Okay, so tell me why you cut your session with Steve short,” You interrogated him, narrowing your eyes. Bucky chuckled nervously, shifting a little.

“I already told you! I just missed you!”

“I don’t believe that for a second,” You jested back, jumping up to straddle his hips and wasting no time in kneading your fingers into his sides. Bucky let out a roaring laugh, gripping your wrists loosely—more to have something to do with them than to push you away. You grinned endearingly at that, moving inwards to tickle his scar again. “This little scar has cause me a lot of emotional turmoil, Bucky. The least you could do is be honest.”

“Whyhyhy do yohou think I’m LYHYING?” He questioned, jolting when you neared his waist line again. That spot of his seemed to be particularly sensitive. You refocused all your efforts there, taken aback by the volume of Bucky’s laughter and how he thrashed around. “OHOKAY! NOHOT THERE! DOHOHOLL!”

You halted your attack for a moment, but kept your hands poised at his hips. “Tell me the truth.”

Bucky groaned through an uncharacteristic giggle, covering his face to hide just how flustered he was. “I-hi didn’t lie, I juHUST—NOHOHO! OKAY, IHI GIHIVE!”

You stopped again, waiting to hear his response. Sighing in defeat, Bucky found your hands and laced his fingers through yours. “I did miss you, that much was true, but I will admit that… I may have overworked myself.”

“Sorry, you what? I didn’t quite catch that,” You taunted him, leaning closer to his face even though you heard exactly what he’d said. Bucky growled and ripped his hands from yours, pinching at your thighs—one of the two tickle spots you had. You barked out a laugh, slapping him away and sliding off his hips.

“You were right, okay! I took it a little too hard and had a back spasm. No need to throw a party,” He announced, defiantly crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m fine, now. Steve worked it out.”

“Mmhmm,” You hummed. “You know I’d hate to say I told you so, but…”

“I’m not above pinning you to the bed and tickling your neck, sweetheart. Don’t get a big head,” Bucky side-eyed you from his place in the bed, smirking once you let out a flustered squeak.

Composing yourself, you asked, “So, you’re okay? Nothing hurts?”

“No, nothing.”

Nodding, you settled yourself back into his side, wrapping your arm over his stomach with only the purest of intentions. “All I ever want is for you to be safe. Here in the gym, out in the field, all the time—I worry.”

Bucky brushed his fingers through your hair and kissed the crown of your head. “I should be the one always worrying about you.”

“Yeah, but I don’t put myself in harm’s way all that often. That always seems to be the first thing you do. I’m glad you want to protect others, but you need to think about protecting yourself, too. For my sake at the very least.”

Bucky let your words wash over him. He hadn’t thought of it that way. He’d been so busy trying to train as hard as he could to defend others that he hadn’t focused more on himself and his well being or how his injuries, or even death, could affect you.

Before he could respond, you continued. “Promise me you’ll start to value your life the way that I do.”

Bucky’s throat tightened at the way your voice sounded strained—as if you were trying not to cry—and reached his hand over, grabbing your chin and tilting your head up. He leaned forward to kiss you passionately, getting lost in how your lips were a perfect match for his.

He pulled away, but kept his forehead attached to yours. “I promise.”

You smiled and kissed him again; showing him just how much you’d hate to lose him.

[temeyes]

What's the TF 141 Halloween costumes?

omg this was kinda late but here's what they wore!!

hc'ed that Soap is like, a closet cosplayer, Gaz wouldn't go all out, Price would go for beard representation, and obv Ghost is the mf that puts all his salary to his halloween costumes LMAO

[lunarbuck]

banner credit to the amazing/incredible/talented/perfect @jen-with-a-pen

hello hello :) Welcome to my Kinktober Masterlist! As much as I would love to do a full fic for every single day of the month, it just isn't in the cards for me.

here you'll find everything I currently have planned for kinktober <;3 Key word being planned... i reserve the right to adjust this haha I also decided to do it by week so I can have some flexibility about when I'm posting these one-shots/drabbles!

I got my prompts from the amazing kinktober list by @flightlessangelwings <3

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Please make sure to read the warnings on each individual post. your media consumption is your responsibility.

lets get into it 🌙

my masterlist | @lunarbucklibrary

──── Week One ────

Love Bites

Steve Rogers x f!reader (any race)

Thigh Riding

Lee Bodecker x f!reader (any race)

Table Sex/Threesome/Sensory Deprivation

Stucky x f!reader (any race)

Phone Sex

Sam Wilson x f!reader (any race)

──── Week Two ────

Double Penetration

Stucky x f!reader (any race)

Formal Wear

Bucky Barnes x f!reader (any race)

Being Recorded

Steve Kemp x f!reader (any race)

Free Use

Bucky Barnes x f!reader (any race) & Steve Rogers x f!reader (any race)

──── Week Three ────

Dacryphilia

Lee Bodecker x f!reader (any race)

Piercings

Bucky Barnes x f!reader (any race)

Begging/CNC

Ari Levinson x f!reader (any race)

Lingerie

Loki Laufeyson x f!reader (any race)

──── Week Four ────

Face Sitting/Deep Throating

Stucky x f!reader (any race)

Cock Rings

Steve Rogers x f!reader (any race)

Fingering/Cream Pie

Ari Levinson x f!reader (any race)

Costumes

Stucky x f!reader (any race)

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[holylulusworld]

Traders of love (lust) masterlist

Summary: Our dear readers are in trouble. They sell the only thing they have left. Their body and dignity.

Pairing: Different (multi-fandom) characters x fem!Reader (different reader in every story)

Warnings: angst, kinda prostitution in some chapters, dub-con, extortion, voyeurism, roleplay, smut, virginity kink, pregnancy kink, daddy kink, sir kink, size kink, all the kinks, a/b/o kink, roleplay, loss of virginity, sex for money, blindfolding, a lil bit of feelings, pregnant reader, single mom reader, age gap, DBF trope

A/N: This is not a regularly updated series. It’s a collection of smutty one-shots, with a different character and a different reader in every story.

You can read only single chapters (except for the sequels) they are all connected/in the same universe but can be read as a standalone story. Some (side-)characters will reappear in different chapters.

A/N2: Please head the warnings for all chapters. Some kinks are not for everyone.

A/N3: We will see Lloyd and his reader throughout the whole series. They are the center of the story.

I’m your daddy now (1) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

I’m your daddy now (2) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

Swaying (Mobster!Ari Levinson x Dance instructor!Reader)

I’m your daddy now (3) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

Like a virgin (DBF!Bucky Barnes x Virgin!Reader)

Chocolate and roses (Mobster!Sam Wilson x Chocolatier!Reader)

Like a virgin (2) (DBF!Bucky Barnes x Virgin!Reader)

Lawbreaker (Lee Bodecker x Sassy!Reader)

French Kiss (CEO!Nick Fowler x Interpreter!Reader)

Best trade ever (Boss!Steve Rogers x Assistant!Reader)

Wallflower (Rich(Mean)!Loki Laufeyson x Florist!Reader)

Lightning and Thunder (Rich!Thor Odinson x Librarian!Reader)

Every move you make (Jake Jensen x WebCamGirl!Reader)

I’m your daddy now (4) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

Two for one (August Walker x Pregnant!Reader)

Damage done (Mobster!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader)

Follow the law (Andy Barber x Criminal!Reader)

I’m your daddy now (5) (Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader)

Under protection (Reacher x Witness!Reader)

Instinct (Walter Marshall x Prostitute!Reader)

Skyscraper (Sam Winchester x fem!Reader)

Make you sweat (Lance Tucker x Gymnast!Reader)

Undecided addition

Untitled so far (Tony Stark x ???!Reader)

[vellicore]

I’m so feral for this man.

[chungledown-bimothy]

god i want to pick brennan's brain about the details of sol and helio's followers with regards to each other so bad.

bobby dawn clearly accepts helio's followers as being part of the fold- buddy's a cleric of helio, and bobby has pushed for kristen to come back as helio's chosen one. (for the sake of brevity, i'm gonna be using helioic and solian- if we have canonical alternatives like helian or solic, i'm blanking on them)

how does one choose, then, which group to be in? because they are still distinct divinities. my first instinct was that it's a generational thing, since bobby's the only person of that generation we've met and everyone of later generations has been helioic, but then there are the biscottos on leviathan.

and since the sample size is so small, we can't draw any conclusions there.

was there any kerfuffle when buddy chose helio? or if whichever parent is bobby's child and they're helioc, when they did?

there is inherent acceptance of some amount of polytheism in both religions. and i know it's getting into the cognitive distortions required to have that evangelical belief system, but that's such a glaring one, it's gotta break a lot of shelves, right?

were the harvestmen just helioic, or were there solians there as well? (was dayne blayde helioc or solian, for example) if not, is there an official solian stance on them? or do they just pretend they never existed? (which seems impossible to reasonably do, but not seeing things they don't want to is their forte)

i get writing galicaea and especially cassandra off as prodigal daughters, but there IS a kinder world where they're accepted as part of the divine family as well. and it seems possible, with bucky's interest in kristen's cassandra shards.

but is reform, like tracker is doing with galicaea, even possible? "wait for the older generations to die" isn't exactly a viable religious reform plan, but with how both helioicism and solism are, let's call a spade a spade, cults, is there any other option? how would that look or work, when questions will get immediately and harshly shut down, like we saw with bucky, or outright excommunicated?

i have even more thoughts and questions but this is already extremely long. so i'm gonna leave it there, but it's all i'm thinking about this morning.