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tyoho8 · 1 year

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*NSFW PROMPT*

Imagine Bucky masturbating to the thought of you.

pairing. bucky barnes x gender neutral!reader

summary. returning bucky's laundry to his room after owing him a favor, you're spooked at the abruptness of someone returning. taking shelter in the closet on impulse, you find yourself getting a front-row seat to bucky taking care of his pent-up frustrations.

warnings. voyeurism, unintentional exhibitionism, panty stealing, masturbation, soft!dark!bucky (he steals your underwear but he's not a creeper past that), panty sniffing, uncircumcised p (mentioned, not relevant past that), light dirty talk. SMUT - minors DNI. reader technically is breaking and entering but bucky took their underwear so they're even. reader wears thongs but nothing is ever gendered as men's or women's, just implies the reader wears similar things.

a.n. ok so not as long as my usual things but i wanna start finishing requests in general rather than making all of them super longer - it's daunting for me. so have some slightly pervy bucky and you caught him :) no beta, we die like men.

w.c. 5.3k

The sound of skin on skin is obscene; Flooding the quiet air alongside the labored pants and muted groans from Bucky. The slick slide of his fist is hypnotizing - working over the impressive length of his aching cock and twisting his wrist on the upstroke. Bucky moans low, and the sound reverberates to your core.

You hadn’t even intended to intrude on the moment. You’d brought him his laundry after taking the liberty to do it yourself since you knew Bucky suffered from rough days (anything to make it easier for him). It was a relatively simple task in the grand scheme of things - Laundry. When did it so complicated?

Bucky wasn’t even supposed to have been back yet! How did you get yourself into this mess??

You owed Bucky his laundry due to a favor; he’d come to your aid one night in the rain when you’d run over a bottle and flattened your tire. Bucky had helped you on the side of the road, in the rain, changing your tire. To pay it forward, you insisted you’d help Bucky out with odds and ends given his schedule suffered from hectic changes from having to be on standby for Ross. You knew the help certainly couldn’t hurt and you’d feel better about having him come out to your rescue. After moments of bickering, Bucky agreed for you to help with his laundry; It was the only thing he’d been comfortable letting you do for him. Still learning to let people in.

And you were more than happy to help out a friend. But when you’d insisted to pay back Bucky, you didn’t expect it to bite you in the ass in the sweetest yet worst way possible.

Admittedly, you were in the wrong to an extent here. Going into Bucky’s apartment while he wasn’t there? Big no-no, but leaving the basket outside the door wasn’t an option. Someone could steal it! Then what kind of friend would that make you?

Bucky lived above you in your shared building. You’d met at the laundromat around the corner one late evening and eventually weened yourself into his friend circle through tokens of affection - such as making plates for Bucky on nights when you had extra, or talking to him when you’d catch him on the fire escape overhead while watering your plants. Through persistence and patience, you were proud to say that you were one of Bucky’s friends. It especially elated you when Bucky would confirm such statements.

With becoming Bucky’s friend, you also eventually became aware of the rock that sat on the metal grates on the fire escape above yours. The first time you’d spotted it, it’d confused you - how did a rock get in a place like that? Your apartment was on the second floor, Bucky’s on the third! Was someone throwing rocks at Bucky’s windows? You never heard anything shattering or breaking, and as far you were aware, the window seemed well intact when you’d stretched out to sneak a glance at the casement. Nor had you recalled any mumbled gripes about the potential disturbance - therefore ruling out that as an option. You’d pondered it for a long while.

Eventually, you found the opportunity to inquire about the rock to Bucky one day a few weeks ago - ‘Spare key.’ was all he had told you.

It made sense; Bucky was an enhanced super soldier - scaling the side of the building to get his spare key (or just going out through your window - you’d let him if he asked) was a minimal feat at best. He wanted multiple fail-safes.

That fail-safe had come to your aid earlier that day. After shakily climbing the flimsy metal ladder to the floor above you, you’d been relieved to come into contact with the flat landing of Bucky’s fire escape. You found safety in the more-so-stable steel grate that held your weight; The cool breeze of the afternoon served as a reminder that you were three stories above the ground and falling would be extremely inconvenient.

Clambering with the rock was… Interesting. On the surface, it really did look like a simple rock. In your hands was only when you could tell it wasn’t; It was light in your palms and there was a line dividing the ‘rock’ into halves to anyone who was paying attention long enough to find it. Weighing in your palms, you took a moment to examine the rock and appreciate the ingenuity of the hiding place.

After attempting to pry it open with your fingers - trying to find the best means of opening it - the phony rock popped open into two pieces. Briefly, it sent a strike of fear wracking your body. The key clattered against the fire escape, stealing your breath with a shrill gasp. You quickly attempted to scoop the key up before it slipped between the slots in the steel and was lost on the ground. The last thing you needed to do was lose Bucky’s spare. Sure, you could go looking for it on the ground, but it’s about principle and responsibility.

With the brass clutched safely in your fingers, you breathed a sigh of relief before slumping against the brick wall of Bucky’s apartment behind you. Everything after that would be a piece of cake. The only thing left to do was head up to Bucky’s apartment and drop his laundry off. You’d give the key back in person when you caught up with him rather than taking your chances on the rickety metal that made your heart drop to your stomach with every creak.

After safely returning to the comfort of your apartment, you pocketed the key in your jeans for safekeeping. Then after gathering the blue, plastic laundry basket full of all of Bucky’s folded clothes, you left your apartment and climbed the stairs to the third floor. Eyes traveling the corridor, you’d scoured the orientational numbers on each beige door before halting at the door with golden numbers counting out ‘306.’

Rather than knock, you balanced the long basket on your hip and used your free hand to fish for the key and unlock Bucky’s apartment - telling yourself it’d be a simple in and out; Unbeknownst to you it was about to be anything but.

Bucky’s apartment was far drab compared to yours. Filled with the bare essentials, his walls didn’t hold photos or paintings of the things he loved. The coffee table he had was overwhelmed with stacks of books; A bookcase still in its box and unassembled sat perched against the living room wall. You didn’t help yourself to his home past entering, but it didn’t stop your eyes from searching curiously. His kitchen was so empty; The fridge only held a grocery list and the drainboard was full of clean dishes Bucky must’ve done recently after a build-up. Everything looked so untouched; So empty - it was disheartening to you. If Bucky were to take the time to actually personalize his space, maybe his bad days would take a little less of a toll on him without bare walls threatening to close in on him.

That was for another day. In the meantime, you made quick work of carrying the basket to Bucky’s bedroom. Simply telling yourself you’d set the basket down and leave it before returning to your own apartment and getting a start on dinner. But when you pushed the door open to Bucky’s room, you were surprised by how lived in it seemed compared to the rest of the apartment.

There was an empty glass on Bucky’s nightstand, as well as two half-full water bottles and a digital alarm clock. Alongside the bottles sat a small, red pocket notebook with a pen next to it. The bed was half unmade; The queen size bed only being ruined on the right side, next to the nightstand. So much of his room appeared second-hand; The area was a mess of items and clutter but nothing too gaudy or expensive. You half wonder if this is a contributing factor/result of the man’s depression; Especially considering none of it looked dirty - simply unkempt. Mustering the energy must’ve been far few and in between when his priorities tend to lie with work. By the time Bucky returned to his apartment after a day’s work, perhaps he didn’t have the energy by then to keep the room maintained.

Maybe you could help him with that one day.

A desk nearby was lined with journals; Stood against the wall with their empty spines outward towards you. There had to be roughly ten to thirteen - you hadn’t counted out each one, simply guessed. A small lamp was left on at the desk; Casting the desk in a yellow light. Sticky notes and pens are scattered across the flat, wooden surface. There was a roll of tape, a bottle of paste, scissors, and the clippings of what looked like a newspaper detailing the refurnishing of the Captain America exhibit left out. A brown leather journal sat left out and untouched amongst the supplies, and you assumed it was Bucky’s most recent diary.

Setting the laundry basket on top of Bucky’s dresser, you took a closer look at Bucky’s desk. Temptation left your fingers to twitch curiously at what could be hiding in the drawers but knowing better than to help yourself. As many secrets this room no doubt had that could bring you closer to Bucky, you knew being any more invasive than you already were would deter him. Push him away. You wouldn’t want someone rifling through your things, either.

Bucky always held you at an arm’s distance. One day you hoped he no longer did; That you’d be welcomed into these spaces freely rather than technically intruding in on them. You could only hope Bucky wouldn’t be too upset; You had good intentions, you swear.

Though, as the saying goes, ‘curiosity killed the cat’. After abandoning the basket, you tentatively moved to Bucky’s desk. Crouching to peer into the round trash can that was full of crumbled and torn papers, and excess clippings that Bucky hadn’t needed for his journal. It was trash, yes, but you were curious. You’d only managed to search for a few seconds in shifting through the papers when you were suddenly jarred by the sound of the lock in the foyer sliding open. You heard the door opening next. The apartment was silent save for your breathing, which made it easy to hear, but it also made it easier for you to be heard.

The abruptness of someone’s return shocked you; Jumping right up to your feet and eyes flickering for somewhere to hide - you were somewhere you shouldn’t be, after all. In retrospect, it was the wrong option. The only reasonable person it would be was Bucky, but you didn’t know that at that moment. And in a world where aliens and robots co-exist and the world has been on the brink of end countless times, you come to expect the worst of situations. Better not to take chances. So hiding out in the closet was instinct; Even if it was the wrong choice. And if you’d taken a moment to remember entirely where you were, you’d have been able to put together that it was Bucky returning but the thought was far from your mind in those short few seconds it took you to get to your feet. Without thought, you quickly advanced towards the closet that was a quarter of the way open; Hanging clothes peeking back at you.

Sliding the door open, you hid inside the closet without a second thought - silently trying to slide the door back as you had found it and leave the room as untouched as you could manage. It was only then, standing on Bucky’s extra pair of shoes and attempting to not stumble over yourself, you thought to yourself: Genius idea - now what?

You didn’t have to ponder the next course of action for too long.

The heavy footfalls of Bucky’s boots on the wooden floor resounded through the empty apartment, drawing nearer and nearer. Your heart jumped into your throat, holding your breath as your mind scrambled for the next reasonable phase of action - springing out on Bucky would no doubt startle him, and lying in wait was hardly an option. Perhaps he’d leave again and a window of escape would open, even if it meant clambering down the fire escape and praying Bucky’s enhanced hearing didn’t catch your commotion.

That meant getting to the window itself, though, which was going to be a monumental feat. Especially when you hear the click of Bucky’s heels entering the same room as you. Bucky comes to a halt somewhere around the entrance to the room; You hear no movement, no sound. Your heart pounds in your chest; Fearful he may somehow know you’re there. The last thing you wanted to do was shatter your trust in this man. It was a long moment before Bucky’s feet pick up again and he enters the bedroom. Great. Getting out undetected just became leagues more complicated.

A hollow sigh emitted from the man behind the door, and in the seconds following you could hear the springs of his bed whine under his weight. The shuffling of sheets, and still, you’d hardly breathed in that time. Body kept as stiff as possible in the cramped, dark space.

It’s the sound of a zipper that surprises you. Not daring to peek, you allow your mind to attempt to fill in the blanks. The long ‘ziiiiip’ leaves you to believe it’s Bucky shedding the layer of the coat he lives in - he runs cold easier. He explained it to you one time; His serum and all of its laced dysfunctions.

Bucky mumbles something to himself about the thermostat and what temperature it's on, and part of you realizes you missed his voice. Sure, Bucky was only going about his daily work while you both were apart, but hearing him and knowing you were in the same room with Bucky did bring about an odd sense of natural comfort. Just beyond this door, he was at arm’s length. What would it be like to welcome Bucky home after a long day of work?

Your thoughts are jarred when you hear the slide of a drawer. Tentatively, you lean towards the barely-there gap between the door in the wall to peek through. Bucky is sitting on the bed, one leg draped off the side and the other up with him. He’s tight up against the headboard, sat up as the soldier shuffles through his nightstand drawer. Bucky’s brown leather coat is abandoned on the edge of the bed, leaving him in his dark navy jeans and a black t-shirt that leaves little to the imagination in regard to miles and miles of muscle. It’s only then you notice the fact that Bucky’s fly is unzipped as well; The flaps of his jeans are pulled open to show his gray boxer briefs that hug his hips all too well.

The moment feels utterly invasive. You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t be seeing any of this - this is Bucky’s private time, but there you are, with a front-row seat, helpless but to watch.

What Bucky produces from the drawer is a clear bottle of water-based lube and… Underwear. It only takes a few seconds for horror to creep up your spine and realization dawns. It’s your thong. Specifically, a black pair that you’d thrown into your laundry the other day; You feel shame creep up your face and color your cheeks - a sense of violation but that would make the both of you even, wouldn’t it? You’re intruding on him after all.

You follow Bucky’s hand holding the bottle of lube as he slots it between his legs and propped up on his inner thigh; Your glance moving further to acknowledge the semi-bulge in his underwear. The angle is perfect, his headboard facing the closet doors and providing you with the best view of his spread thick thighs.

It makes your heart pound in your chest; Your guts swoop with something akin to excitement and guilt ebbs in your mind for the fact that this is bordering on arousing. For a moment you humor the thought of how thick Bucky must be fully erect; How the weight of his cock might feel on your tongue. It’s not the first time you’ve indulged yourself privately in such explicit thoughts of your friend, and part of you had always felt silently contrite for the sexualization, but now you had a direct show. It was like finally having food for thoughts; A burning in your chest. It can’t be real, can it?

Coming to your senses, you tear away from the display face a hot face and a dizzying mind. You take a deep breath, scrubbing hands down your face attempting to cool the flush. You can’t watch something like this - how did Bucky even get your thong? Did he go snooping in your apartment? Did he take anything else?? Confliction tugs in your chest, almost frustrated with yourself for finding a sense of arousal in the thought.

Bucky going through your things when you’re not there, taking something so intimate like a trophy… It should disturb you - someone breaking into your apartment. But thinking about it longer makes your gut feel tight and arousal swell between your legs. Were there chances he’d watched you in other intimate moments? Moments where you cried his name, muffled by your pillows and impaled on your favorite toy? It was more than just a thong, it was all the implications that came with the gesture. Was this the first time? Were there others? Questions ran a hundred miles a minute through your mind. Grounded in reality for half a moment and reminding yourself this isn’t a fantasy. It’s real, it’s wrong, it’s— A low, husky groan stops your train of thought. Going stock still, you take a moment to actually listen to what’s happening. Paralyzed in the dark, you realize you could now hear the slick slide of what you assumed was Bucky’s hand on his cock. The short pants from Bucky hung in the air; “Aw, that’s it…” Bucky husks, arousal thick in his quiet tone. “Needed this so fuckin’ bad…”

Another burst of arousal rings from your core and makes your skin tingle. The sounds are so obscene…

Against your better judgment, you redirect your attention to the gap in the door.

You’re greeted with the delicious sight of Bucky’s pants shimmied down his thick thighs, bunched up before his knees. His cock stands half erect, his flesh fingers wrapped around the length with fingers slick with lube. You can see his heavy sac, the curve of his cock, and the way the head of his cock is slick with pre-come when his foreskin is drawn down on the stroke. He has a pretty dick, all things considered; Bucky keeps himself well-groomed in regards to his pubic hair from what you can tell, and his cock looks thick - even he barely manages to wrap his fingers entirely around the base of his cock and pump.

The motion is hypnotizing, and as much as you’d love to continue to swallow the sight whole, you can’t help but be distracted by his vibranium arm. The one that’s holding your thong between sleek black and gold fingers, held to Bucky’s face as he breathes you in. Eyes closed in bliss.

Nose buried into the fabric while he fists the length of his cock, the pornographic act surprises you. The way Bucky is so enthralled and aroused at that moment, knowing that it’s because of you, and having the dirty little secret of watching Bucky jerk off. To watch him in one of his most intimate positions.

You’re already stuck here. What more is there to lose? You can only sell your soul once. Your hands slink down between your legs, fingers slipping past the hem of your pants and into your underwear; Fingers getting to work at coaxing your arousal.

“F-Fuuuck,” Bucky huffed out, fingers tight around the base of his cock as he jerked himself off; Fucking up into his own fist with minute thrusts, his slit weeping copious amounts of pre-come. His face still buried in the fabric of your thong, the long draws of inhales through his nose making you squirm.

You could only imagine what was going through Bucky’s mind when it came to you. What he could possibly be thinking of to egg on his own arousal so deeply? He pumped to the thought of you, and you watched his angry red cock drool at the attention. You wanted to stay with Bucky through this. Feel good with him; Pretend you were part of the equation.

With your heart pounding in your chest and your head feeling airy, your circle your fingers around your needy hole before working them in. Working experimentally to loosen your aching hole and allow the penetration; Sinking to the first knuckle as you fucked your fingers in and out of your entrance. Nowhere near the same brutal pace Bucky maintains, working yourself gradually to take the intrusion. The slide is made easier when your wetness slicks the inside of your underwear and ruins another pair.

Your needy hole swallows your fingers easily; made simple by the arousing nature of the situation. The guttural sounds from Bucky’s throat as he inhaled your scent, sending shivers down your spine with the raw display.

“Oh God, Y/N,” Bucky groans low in his throat, the sound of your name rolling off his tongue taking you off guard. "Mm, yeah, I love your hands…" his voice is breathy, the way it hits your ears makes it feel as though Bucky is right behind you and whispering it in your ear for half a moment - you clamp a hand over your lips to avoid squeaking out a noise you shouldn't as your fingers make progressively faster work fingering yourself open.

Bucky is pretending it's you there.

You feel like butter, bracing against the wall of the closet as you became a victim to your own lust. Fucking yourself open in the rhythm of Bucky's tugs on his hard cock.

"Ri-Right there," Bucky speaks to himself through labored pants. "God, mm, such a good baby… Yeah, y-you're my sweet little doll-baby..." The praise coaxes you on; A barely audible muffled whine vibrates along your palm. You freeze entirely and go stock-still upon the realization you’d made some sort of noise, but Bucky’s rhythm doesn’t falter. He hadn’t even heard you.

Relief washes over you, tight shoulders going slack before you allow yourself to melt into the euphoria of the moment again.

Bucky creates such beautiful noises on his own, but part of you imagines he’d be too self-conscious to be nearly as vocal with a partner. When you peek out at him, his jaw fluctuates between slack and baring his teeth with a clenched jaw. His swollen lips curling into a perfect ‘o’ shape as he strokes his delicious cock before worrying the flesh between his teeth again. The sight burns into your memory; Forever immortalizing itself. You’ll never need to look at another man again, truly.

Still he holds your thong to his nose, breathing in the scent deeply until he changes things up. Bucky sits up just a little more, and you bite back a keen that the show has come to a pause. Bucky shifts his weight on the bed in what you assume is an attempt to get more comfortable. He rucks up the black t-shirt to reveal the pleasant happy trail that cascades over his navel and belly button - the star of the show and stealing the spotlight is his abdomen; The man looks chiseled from marble, even with the scars that are speckled throughout his physique. Bucky’s perfect.

Bucky, still holding your thong, alternates his hands. Wrapping the fabric around the length of his cock and resorted to quick flicks; Using something that touched your most intimate places to aid in his solo session. You watch Bucky’s cock jerk with interest, and he husks out a delighted chuckle that bleeds into a blissed moan.

His eyes never shut. Steely blue gaze always peering open and aware, it just adds to the adrenaline of hiding for you. It excites you. Wondering what would happen if he peered towards the closet and caught your gaze; In an ideal world, he keeps jerking off to the thought of you - sharing the filthy moment together and shamelessly.

“That’s it, sugar,” his voice rumbles, and if you close your eyes, you can pretend it's you and him, not your defiled thong. You screw your eyes shut and strain to listen, fingers still working meticulously between your slick wet inner thighs. “Y’take it so fuckin’ well, made for my cock…”

You imagine what it’d be like to feel him slide home in you. The way your walls would flutter around the stretch and how Bucky would stretch you open. You’d feel so full, you imagine. Taking inch after inch until he was buried in the hilt. Would he be a rough lover? Would he jackhammer your poor hole until it was simply stretched and dripping with his come? Would he hold you missionary so he could see your face when you came around his cock?

You squeeze your thighs together and exhale shakily into your palm - attempting to control yourself even as you still finger-fuck to the beat of Bucky’s strokes. Your legs tremble with want. After a moment, your eyes squint open to see what Bucky is doing now…

Bucky’s intent focus is fixed on soiling the material he holds. Smearing his pre-come into the fabric and staining it with traces of him. He ruts into the fabric before fucking into it all together. Fisting it around his aching girth and wrapping his dick with the cotton and treating it as if it were his own hole to fuck. Though you imagine it not nearly as gratifying.

His head falls back; The column of his throat is exposed and you imagine littering it with kisses and hickeys that wouldn’t last. He’s utterly lost in that moment, hips fucking subtly off the bed into your underwear that’s wrapped around his cock. You try to meet the pace with your fingers, thrusting into your slick channel and the arousal creeping into every last crevice. Your skin feels hot, mind fuzzy with desire. Your hand isn’t enough, you wish you had more, but it’ll have to do. Fingers thrusting in, you eventually manage a third alongside your two. Bucky’s fingers would be bigger, thicker. They could hit every best part of you, or perhaps they could fill your wanting mouth while his cock takes up every last inch and then some inside of you.

“O-Ohh, oh fuck, doll, m’gonna come,” Bucky moans, and your heart jumps into your throat. “Yeah, m’gonna fill up your greedy little hole, gonna fill you up with my fuckin’ come ‘til you’re drippin’ with it…”

You wish you could consider it a promise, the words egging you closer and closer to your own teetering edge. His voice is so rough, the words so sultry and filthy - you’d never heard Bucky speak in such an obscene way and it reached to your core.

His hand impossibly quickens as lube-covered fingers come to roll his balls between them. Watching Bucky play with his sac left you on the cusp of drooling; You could only imagine the lewd sound his balls would make clapping against your flesh in the haze of his animalistic fucking. He’d sink balls deep into you, making you take every last drop…

“Please, please, please,” you whisper a litany in barely a breath to yourself. Begging for a man that doesn’t even know you’re there; Reduced to such a needy and wanting thing as you draw on the cusp of your own orgasm. It’s only when you angle your fingers just right and curl against that sweet spot, you see stars. It drives you right over the brink of your orgasm, hand clutching over your mouth so hard it hurts.

It’s perfect timing. As you unravel in Bucky’s closet, knees nearly buckling under you, Bucky reaches his own climax. You can tell in the way the crease forms between his brows and his eyes finally screw shut; Groaning like an animal in rut out into the air as his hips stutter and falter. You watch the fabric dampen, and the slick seed trickle down to the seam of his balls and stain the sheets under himself.

“Fuck!” Bucky moans, and you tremble.

It’s an absolutely gorgeous sight. Watching the way his adam’s apple bobs when he swallows, the sweat glistening on his flushed skin, and the mess of come that Bucky unloads into your thong. You’ll never look at the pair of underwear the same if you ever even see them again.

You pant, feeling like jelly and rather defeated by being stuck in the closet. You long for nothing more than to pull that door open and crawl into bed with Bucky, or at the very least, find sanctuary in your own apartment.

You nearly laugh when you remember the turn of events that even brought you to this moment.

Carefully, you coax your fingers from your used hole. Biting your lip to bite back the whine that nearly leaves you when you clench around nothing; Empty. The floor of the closet is littered with shoes, and without much thought, you brace your hand on the door in an attempt to steady yourself and find better footing before you go crashing to the floor. The door gives. The way you’re holding on with your palm flush to the cool surface, the door braces against the metal horizontal rig and leaves the door to shake. The applied pressure makes the door give, and slide open; before you could find leverage on anything to save you from the fall, you stumble harshly in Bucky’s closet - meeting the carpeted floor below. Your heart is suddenly pounding in your ears, pierced with a new sort of fear and a way less sexy one.

When you prop your arms under yourself to lift up, Bucky is already standing at the closet door. Your eyes nervously raise up the length of his legs, over his half-soft cock that’s eyes level with you, to the used thong in his hands. Further up, you find that piercing gaze looking down on you. Cast in Bucky’s shadow, you suddenly feel so small as he looms over you. A grin fixed on his lips and pupils blown; it looks like he wants to eat you alive.

“Well, well, well, what're we doin' in here…?” Bucky purrs, the opposite of the anger you expect. “B-Bucky!” You gasp, the ecstasy of your high gone and instead holding a prickling knot in your stomach. “I– I wasn’t— This—” “Oh, sugar, what’re you makin’ excuses for…?” Bucky asks, voice low and almost threatening. “You think I wouldn’t notice the basket when I came in with an unlocked door? How stupid you think I am, pretty thing…?” Bucky’s sultry and rough voice sends another jolt between your legs and straight to your core. Your face burns with shame and humiliation with the implications.

Bucky knew you were there the whole time.

“Aww, nothin’ to say for yourself, baby…?” The tone is almost condescending albeit with an underlying heat. “I-I’m sorry,” you stammer uselessly, voice quaking with a mix between arousal and fear.

Bucky holds up your defiled thong before tossing it into your lap. You jump, lifting up the thong with your fingers and only then see the load stained on the inside of the underwear. You swallow around the tightness in your throat, tentatively looking back up at the hulking man.

“No, you’re not. But you will be.”

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Truth or Dare | Bucky Barnes x Reader

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Warnings: Bucky being a fucking dream, fingering and oral (f receiving)

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The team sat scattered in a circle around the coffee table, exchanging secrets and partaking in rather questionable acts. No one remembered who had suggested truth or dare, but it didn't matter. No one on the team had laughed like this in a long, long time and you were thankful for a break from the usual doom and gloom. A few beers had been opened but no one was sloshed or even drunk, just a light buzz to keep the mood lifted.

"Alright- truth!" Bucky demanded, prompting annoyed groans from the group. Nat sighed about Bucky being lame and Sam clinked his beer against hers in agreement. "Hey, woah. Isn't it called TRUTH or dare? It's the first word of the title-it's the titular choice!" Bucky argued. He shot you a wink, knowing how you loved when he was a smart ass. He'd quickly become your closest friend in the compound and you favorite person to spend time with. He pressed his tongue to the opening of his beer before tiling it back and taking a long sip, and you practically had to drag your eyes away from his mouth. While you were practically drooling over Bucky, Nat had come up with a salacious question to ask the 100 year old super-soldier.

"Alright, Barnes. Truth: how many times have you ever come in one night? I know you must have some super soldier stamina..." Once again, the room erupted into hoots and hollers as Bucky's cheeks took on a scarlet hue. Sure, he was a based ex-assassin, but he wasn't impervious to embarrassment. Moments like these reminded you that he was still human, which made him feel a little more accessible. A hush fell over the team as everyone waited for Bucky to answer, and you had to admit that you were a little too curious. "Uh, I don't know...three?" Bucky stated with uncertainty. The reactions were a mixed bag, but it was mostly congratulations from the guys mixed with a disappointed groan from Nat.

"Okat, okay, wait- I have an idea. No more truth or dare!" she announced, "we all answer the question. I'm dying to know..." More cheers echoed through the room as Nat pointed at Sam, telling him to go first. He opened his mouth, but got shut down by Tony, "and she means with a partner- your hand doesn't count". Sam's head fell back with laughter, as did everyone else's, and it took a moment before the game could continue.

Nat moved around the circle, getting everyone to admit to their most successful sexual escapades. As she got closer and closer to you, a knot formed in your stomach. Part of you wanted to excuse yourself, but that would be a dead give away. Another part of you wanted to lie, but if they asked for details, you were screwed. Bucky waited to baited breath to hear your answer, and secretly wondered if he could help you beat your record.

"Helloooo? Hey, it's your turn!" Tony called as he waved a hand in your direction. His words pulled you out of your nervous shame spiral, and you felt an uncomfortable number of eyes on you. Bucky stared at you a little too intently, and had to force himself to take a sip of his drink. "Soooo, how many times?" Nat prompted, getting everyone in the circle to fall quiet in anticipation for your answer. It was do or die, and you chose the latter.

"Um, none. Zero", you grumbled. The room was too quiet. No one knew what to say or how to react until Wanda threw her head back with a howling laugh. Maria, Tony, and Sam joined in, followed by Steve, Nat, and Bucky. "Oh my god," Nat breathed, "You got us good. We thought you were serious! God, you're too funny. Okay, seriously though-how many times?"

Once again, the room fell silent and all eyes were on you. With a huff, you decided to lean in to your embarrassing truth and be completely honest. "I wasn't kidding. Zero. None," you stated flatly, "the most I've ever come in one night is zero." Maria opened her mouth but you cut her off before she could speak, "and no, I'm not a virgin."

Sam stared down at his drink and Wanda set her gaze at the window. Slowly, everyone averted their eyes from yours. Conveniently, the end of game night arrived very soon after your confession. With humiliation filling your chest, you raced up to your room and slammed the door. Flopping down on the bed, you let out a pitiful groan. Everyone else had had such deliciously dirty stories about their best hookups, and you were insanely jealous.

The buzzing of your phone grabbed your attention and you turned your attention to Bucky's name illuminating your screen.

"Hey, sweetheart, truth or dare? :)"

No part of you wanted to continue the game that had embarrassed you enough for ten lifetimes- but it was Bucky. If he asked you to lift Mjolnir, you'd find a way.

"Dare ;)" was all you sent back. Seconds later, your phone buzzed again with the words "I dare you to come over". With a laugh, you hopped up from your bed and padded down the hall toward Bucky's room. He heard you coming and yanked the door open before you could even knock, motioning for you to come in.

"What's up, Barnes?' you asked as you plopped down on his bed. He stood before you with an uncertain expression clouding his eyes. No matter how many times he tried, he couldn't form the words he was looking for. He'd wanted to be gentle about his offer, but that wasn't going to happen.

"I was thinking...let me try" he finally blurted out. Confusion cocked your head to the side and Bucky let out a frustrated groan. "I mean, you said downstairs that you're not a virgin, but you've also never come, soooo I was thinking...let me try. There was clearly something wrong with every guy you slept with", he finished his proposal and stared at you expectantly. Before you could say anything, he quickly added, "only if you want. If you don't, I'll drop it and never bring it up again".

As badly as you wanted to get with Bucky, you were certain that he was wrong. "Buck, I don't- you're so sweet. You really are. But...I'm the problem" admitting it was embarrassing, especially to Bucky. "There's something wrong with me- I don't know what, but every guy I've been with has told me that. So, I really appreciate it, but... you don't have to".

Bucky almost looked offended when you told him about your past partners. He took a few slow steps toward you and took one of your hands gently in his, "Doll, I guarantee you that you're not the problem. Too many guys just do what they think you'll like instead of actually listening." He crouched down in front of you and stared up at you with his deep blue eyes. They betrayed a look of sincerity and comfort that pulled you in to his gaze. "If you want, I'd love to prove to you that you're not the problem."

For a moment, all you could do was sit quietly. His offer was more than enticing, but after being told for so many years that there was something wrong with you, accepting it was hard. Finally, you realized how fucking stupid you'd be to say no to Bucky Barnes, and gave him a confident "I'm in".

Bucky couldn't contain himself when you finally said yes, but he kept it together, "If you ever wanna stop, just say the word. Okay?" You gave him an affirmative nod, prompting him to lean in for a kiss. His lips were just as you'd imagined them, and you couldn't hold back the happy sigh that escaped your throat. Kissing Bucky had been on your bucket list since you first met him, and you were thrilled to be able to scratch it off.. Bucky swallowed your sigh as he deepened the kiss, bringing his large hands to either side of your face.

"Scoot back for me, will ya, sweets?" he asked as he broke the kiss. He wanted to wrap his arms around your thighs and lift you from the bed so he could position you wherever he wanted, but he knew he had to start slow. Just like he asked, you moved back until your head rested on his pillow. He smiled at the sight as he crawled toward you, letting one of his knees rest in between your legs.

Nerves tied your stomach in knots, but there was no way you were gonna mess this up. Bucky's lips captured yours again, this time with more hunger and ferocity. He'd wanted you so badly, and being this close to you actually had him feeling drunk. He gently pushed his tongue into your mouth, which you gladly accepted, allowing him full access. A low moan fell from your lips and directly into his, making him want you even more. Hand hands found your waist and trailed upward slightly, playing with the hem of your t-shirt. He ghosted his cold fingertips inside the fabric, letting them run teasingly along your abdomen.

He left a slow trail of deep kisses from your lips to your jaw, humming in approval at the slight twitch in your hips. He continued his work, licking and kissing down your neck, stopping to suck at your pulse for a moment. He slid lower, tracing his lips over you clavicle until he reached the collar of your shirt. He tried to ask if he could take it off, but you were already nodding. He slid his hands carefully under the fabric, letting his mouth follow in their path. With your shirt finally off, he took a moment to stare down at you.

He'd seen you topless once on a mission, but you'd been in a blood soaked sports bra and in need of stitches, so he hadn't really enjoyed the experience. This moment, however, was perfect. He left kisses down your sternum and across the scar from that mission as his hands slid over your bralette. It was lacy and see-through, driving him completely crazy. Once again, you cut him off before he could even ask to remove it. He thanked god that it hooked in the front and made quick work of the clasp, helping you snake your arms through the straps.

When his mouth ghosted across your nipple, the moan that left your mouth was almost embarrassing. He smiled at your reaction and closed his lips around your sensitive nerve endings, flicking his tongue as you mewled beneath him. "All good?" he asked, just to check in. When you gave him a very confident "yes", his cold hand rolled and pinched at your other nipple. "Definitely- definitely good" you murmured.

Everything was fine- better than fine- until your body wouldn't let you finish. He'd run his mouth down the length of your abdomen, leaving kisses and light nips in his wake. When he let his lips brush lightly against your clit, the reaction he'd gotten made him salivate. Every time you let out a dirty moan, his hunger for you grew. His lips encircled your clit and sucked as his tongue flitted over it, making you chant his name like the filthiest prayer he'd ever heard.

As his fingers slipped inside you, your mouth opened in a silent scream. He stroked through your tight, velvety walls, long the way you clenched around his fingers. He teased you just a little before finally stroking over your sweet spot. You clenched his sheets into tight fists as the sensation became too much but not enough all at once. He was setting you on fire from the inside out-but you just couldn't get there.

He could sense your body tensing up and paused his work to look up at you. What he saw concerned him, and he climbed out from in between your legs completely. Your hands covered your face in shame as he pulled the blanket over you for comfort. "How you doing, sweetheart?" he asked as he lightly stroked your hair. With a shrug, you pulled your hands from your face- but still couldn't look at him "I'm good. Thanks, Buck. You're great. Here, let me-" you moved toward him, reaching your hand down to the button of his jeans, but he pulled away.

"Hey, we're not doing that tonight", he took your hand in his and kissed your palm, "This is about you. You don't have to make us even-or whatever. Come on, talk to me." Propping yourself up on your elbows, you finally met his eye line. "I told you, I'm the problem. What you're doing is...it's great. It's perfect actually, but I still can't- I'm not there. I don't know why. I want to be, but..." you flopped down on your back and cringed at your own words, "I can't".

Bucky leaned over you and left a kiss on your forehead, stroking your hair again until you'd finally look at him again. "The problem is all those assholes who told you you're the problem," he said matter-of-factly, "Let me guess: the first guy you got with had no idea what he was doing, so he told you that you not coming was your fault". You nodded slightly, prompting him to continue, "so, now every time you sleep with someone and they can't get you there, you assume it's because there's something wrong with you". Another nod from you made Bucky want to kill every guy you'd ever slept with.

"Sweetheart, you gotta relax," he told you, "There's nothing wrong with you, and you're not the problem. I don't know if this is weird, but I've gotta say, you've got the most perfect pussy I've ever seen". A dark hunger flickered behind his eyes at the words, and you felt your chest tighten. "If you're done for tonight, I totally get it. But if you're not, I know I can get you there".

Bucky reclaimed his spot between your legs at your approval and ate you like a man starved. He hummed in approval against your clit, happy to be back in his favorite spot. It sent delicious vibrations through you making your breath catch in your throat. Once again, his fingers slid into you slowly. He began moving them in and out, clocking your reactions and letting unstoppable praises fall from his lips. "See? So good for me, sweetheart. You're so good for me" he murmured as you began to see stars.

When he'd melted you into a moaning, quivering mess with his fingers, he added his mouth to the mix. His tongue traced circles over your throbbing, aching clit like it was his job as his fingers expertly worked over your g-spot. He stroked at it relentlessly, making your chest tighten with each touch.

Dirty moans and "fuckfuckfuck"s fell from your lips as you neared your high. "That's it, baby, let go for me. Let go," he praised, and- it happened. Animalistic moans clawed their way out of your throat as you squirmed and writhed under Bucky's touch. He hummed happily and sent another jolt of pleasure through your body with a dark smile.

As you tried to bring your thighs together, he didn't move. "Come on, baby. I know you've got a few more for me," he murmured against your thighs, kissing at them and letting his teeth graze your skin.

The next morning, the team sat in the kitchen quietly drinking coffee and chatting over breakfast. Casually, you joined them at the table and began eating your cereal before making an announcement, "Oh, hey, by the way...nine. My number's nine".

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Do you have any recs with like bucky, the reader and the avengers playing 7 minutes in heaven or Truth or dare?? Thank you!!

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It’s been a long long time since I last played truth or dare🥺

Truth or Dare by @buckytrashbin

A girls’ night in at the compound turns into a game of truth or dare, and you end up confessing more than you intended to.

Imagine by @yeahbutimagine

Imagine being in a secret relationship with Bucky.

Truth or Dare by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

A game of truth or dare with the team leads you to revealing something embarrassing, but Bucky helps you fix it.

Truth or Dare by @jobean12-blog

friendly game of truth or dare leads you to uncovering the real truth about Bucky and how big he really is…

Cheeky by @buckyalpine

Bucky Barnes does not back down from a dare

Seven Minutes in Heaven by @lokidoki-imagines

Far Past Heaven by @abovethesmokestacks

“Seven minutes in heaven with my longtime crush but we get locked in for hours bc our friends forgot about us” from this list + “I want to mark you so everyone knows you’re mine”

Blurb by @revengingbarnes

First kiss with bucky while playing seven minutes in heaven.

kiss by @buckycuddlebuddy

behind closet doors, dreams do come true.

tastes like heaven by @onceuponastory

Y/N has been in love with Bucky Barnes for as long as she can remember, but is too afraid to act on her feelings, assuming he doesn’t feel the same way about her. But when they both get picked for seven minutes in heaven at Natasha’s birthday party, it changes everything.

grapes and wet dreams by @001sgf

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just let me make you feel better

summary: after a long day of work, you finally come back home and rest. your period is making your day miserable but your boyfriend is here to help you.

pairing: bucky barnes x female reader

word count: 3.2k

warnings: 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI, period comfort, established relationship, pet names, mentions of menstruation pain, a little bit of period stigma, comfort offering, sexual activity during the period, nipple play, clit play, fingering, after care, obviously blood, unrealistic portrayal of male partners, no mention of y/n.

a/n: I just wanted to write a Bucky Barnes offers to comfort you during your period story so here we are. Unfortunately, this kind of care is really rare so I’m sorry for fucking up your expectations about men. Most of them don’t even do the bare minimum. This concept would shock them but don’t settle for anything less.

Thank you @notafunkiller and @es1dit for beta-reading and helping me better this story. Love you both!

All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.

Every like, comment, and reblog is highly appreciated. Don’t hesitate to message me or send me a question regarding the stories I write. I would love to talk about it and no, it would never bother me.

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God, you can’t wait for this day to be over. It’s not the worst day of your life, you know it, but still, the freaking pain just doesn’t want to go away. At least, not completely. It finds different ways to crawl back to you and keep you suffering.

You tried a lot of stuff, starting with good old painkillers. There’s no denying that the pill is helping you, but it’s just not good enough. Your back is hurting, joints are feeling sore and there’s still a headache on the back of your head that no matter how many painkillers you take, keeps lingering and torturing you. Like bleeding isn’t enough.

Yeah, being on your period and working at the same time is no fun. It’s not even bearable. Still, you make it through the day and come back just to drop on the couch. You really want to get rid of these clothes, take a hot shower and change into something comfortable, but you just don’t have the energy. Mentally, you are already doing all this stuff, imagining how good it would feel to stand under the hot water and just let it relax your muscles. Yet your legs don't want to move. You just lay on the couch like a bag of potatoes.

As you drift between sleep and being awake, you hear the keys jingling, signaling that your boyfriend is home. Is it weird that you can already smell him while he’s standing across the room? You have no idea but you can. It just feels like something… familiar. You have no idea how it works, but it makes you feel safe even though he did nothing but step into the apartment.

“Darling?” Bucky calls out because he isn’t used to not being greeted by you when he comes home. Usually, you are either going toward him or yelling “Welcome home, baby” from wherever you are.

You can’t find the strength to call out so you groan a little while raising your hand. God, his expression changes so quickly. He walks towards you at a trot.

“Are you alright?”

“I am.” You are just exhausted, nothing out of the ordinary. Especially not at this time of the month.

“Are you sure? You don’t look alright.”

“It’s that time of the month again.” The worried expression on his face slowly fades away when he notices you are actually alright. It makes you wonder what he thought happened to you, but you don't ask him.

“Oh, darling…” His voice is so caring. Your period completely saps you of your energy and he knows it. He knows how you suffer or what you do to make yourself feel better. “Did you take a painkiller?”

“Yes.” Of course, you did. That was the first thing you thought of.

“When?”

You stop for a second to think. “In the morning and after lunch.”

“So you can take another one now, right?”

That’s a good question. You can take another pill, but your stomach is already protesting at that thought. You should eat something before taking it, but you don’t feel like cooking. Even the thought is exhausting.

“But first you will need food.” God, is he reading your mind or what?

“I don’t feel like–” Before you can finish your sentence, he’s already standing up and making his way to the kitchen.

“I will prepare something for you.” When your words register, he turns around and looks at you. “You don’t wanna eat anything?”

“No, no. I was going to say I don’t feel like preparing anything.”

“Oh, that’s fine.” He turns around. “Don’t worry. I will make your favorite.”

You have yet to learn what he means by that because you have many favorites. A meal, sandwich, snack, or dessert? You find out what he means when he comes back with your favorite sandwich, a glass of water, and the painkiller you use only during your period. You love him for paying enough attention to notice that.

“Eat while I draw a bath for you. Warm water should help.”

Why didn’t you think about filling the tub and just sitting there? The thought of laying there for a while sounds so much more appealing than a quick shower. It doesn’t take long for you to finish the whole sandwich and take the pill. Your stomach isn’t protesting anymore, and neither are your taste buds. Still, the pain and that discomfort are there, lingering and making you regret being born. Men don’t have to suffer like this and it’s so unfair! You hate mankind for that privilege. While you are lost in your thoughts, Bucky comes out of the bathroom and you notice: No, you don’t hate the whole of mankind. There’s one exception. You can’t hate Bucky when he’s the most thoughtful person you've ever met.

“The bathtub is ready for you. Did you finish your sandwich?” He kind of sounds like a teacher or a parent, checking if you did everything you were supposed to.

“Yep, all done.” You gesture to the plate. “Took the painkiller, too.”

“Good job, doll.” He comes closer without taking his eyes off of you. “Wanna head to the bathroom now?”

“Yes, but I need to take some clothes with me first.”

“Don’t worry, I will take care of it. Just get in there and relax, okay?”

You just nod with a small smile on your lips. When he takes care of you like this, you feel so lucky and so seen. You never asked him to do any of this stuff for you. Occasionally, you just said “I don’t feel like cooking” thinking you would order take out or you asked for a painkiller, but he registered all that information and started to do things without you asking. Seeing how he paid attention and cared about you just makes you feel valued.

You have no idea how long you have been laying in the bathtub. It was nearly perfect with the bubbles and the scent. You expected him to show up and tell you what to do next, but that did not happen. After a while, you decide to properly clean yourself and drain the bathtub. That’s when you notice he put your towels to warm on the radiator, which instantly makes you smile. You wrap your hair with one and dry your body with the other. Thinking you might bleed around, you quickly leave the bedroom to find your clothes.

While you are thinking if you should go for a pad or a tampon, you find your missing boyfriend in your bedroom. Your clothes are already chosen and set aside, your favorite pajamas waiting for you.

“Hey. How are you feeling?”

“A little better. The painkiller started to work its magic.” You walk towards your clothes to put them on as quickly as possible, still thinking about the blood.

Bucky quickly gets in your way. “No need to rush.”

“No, no, I really need to rush.” He gives you a look that makes you think he's confused. “I don’t have a tampon on. I will bleed on the floor.”

“And?” His tone is so carefree, it confuses you.

“And we will have to clean it, Bucky.” You state the obvious.

“Then we will clean it.” He makes things sound so natural, so casual. Like it’s the most normal thing on earth, but you are conditioned to think that you shouldn’t bleed around, that you should take care of any mess you make.

“You don’t wanna see that.”

“Maybe I do.” His answer comes instantly, surprising you.

“Believe me, you don’t.” You make a move in the direction of your clothes, but Bucky doesn’t let you.

“Bucky!”

“Darling, I have been fighting for god knows how long. Do you think your period blood would disturb me?” His question sounds so genuine, you stop to think for a second. He has a point, but not really. It's a different kind of blood.

“I mean it’s not the same, is it?”

“Yeah, it’s not.” The confirmation you expect finally comes. “I’m used to seeing blood caused by violence, not by nature.”

Wait, what?

You don’t know how to react to this. Of course, it is natural, but it is also torture and it makes a mess every time. A huge mess. Usually, your exes were disturbed by the idea, keeping a respectful distance while you were on your period, but apparently not Bucky. His fingers were already grazing your skin carefully. He looks into your eyes, asking for permission silently.

“I really don’t feel like it, Bucky.” You hate saying no to him, but the pain is still there. You are sure it will make things uncomfortable.

“I’m just asking for permission to touch you, doll. I’m not asking for anything else.” He keeps confusing you tonight.

“What do you mean?”

“Just let me make you feel better.” His answer is simple, but not enough for you to understand his meaning. What does he mean by that?

“I think having you there now isn’t a great idea, Buck. I’m in pain and a little bit too sensitive.” You try to explain as simply as possible.

“Darling… There are other ways to make you feel better, or did you forget about those? Maybe I should remind you, huh?” Gosh, the smug smile creeping up his lips… It sends shivers down your spine. “Just lay down.” He gestures to the bed.

“I will blee–”

“Shh…” He doesn’t let you finish. “Just be a good girl and stop thinking too much.”

For fuck's sake… A good girl? He definitely knows how to shut your brain up. You slowly sit down on the bed and notice a big towel under you. He already thought about everything, so you won’t have to worry. So you can just enjoy this. If that’s what he wants, you can do that. You can shut your mind for a short while and try to enjoy yourself.

As he lies down next to you, he turns his entire body in your direction and props himself up on his elbow. His flesh fingers start to caress your skin very lightly, making their way to the towel you wrapped around your body.

“It is time to…” His fingers work quickly to undo the towel. “...take this off.”

He sounds somehow impatient. Maybe just to see you naked or hear the sounds you make while he touches you all the ways he knows you love. His fingers move to your nipple, fingertips grazing over carefully. As he touches you so lightly, another wave of goosebumps washes over you. It's not normal for you to be this sensitive, but your nipples are already hard. Your lips tremble as he moves closer and gives one a long lick.

“God, damn it.” You mutter and he instantly looks up.

“Should I stop?” The way he asks the question shows how concerned and focused he is.

“No, no.” You take a deep breath. “Just be gentle. I’m just…”

“Sensitive, I know.” He smiles and dives back in. His tongue swirls around your nipple over and over again until you start to cry out.

“Fuck!” That’s so unexpected. The pleasure you are feeling is foreign. Nipple play never felt like this before. “It feels so– so good.”

He moves his mouth away with a wet pop just to say: “Yes, surrender yourself to the feeling, darling.” Then he goes back to sucking your nipple, while his metal hand is massaging your other breast. It’s such an amazing change after feeling pain for hours and you can’t help but crave more. Your hips are rising unintentionally. Bucky’s flesh hand moves down to your body, sliding between your folds really carefully, but it makes you push your hips up again.

You've never felt this wet in your life. You are sure your period has a lot to do with it, but god… That’s not the only reason. The way he’s paying attention to your breasts, the way his index finger is working between your folds… It feels like magic. His fingers start rubbing on your clit and the next thing you know you're moaning his name over and over again. Whenever you moan, his tongue becomes more relentless around your nipple. The pleasure hits you suddenly, it takes your breath away.

“Buck–” Your back arches like a bow. “Oh my go–”

He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even hesitate for a second. His fingers and tongue work you through your orgasm until you start to feel a little sensitive. You let a long breath out, proving how satisfied you feel.

Finally, he lets go of your nipple and looks up. Hair messed up, lips swollen and eyes glossy. “How are you feeling?”

“Great.” You breathe out again and it makes him smile widely. So fucking widely… “I feel great.” His hand rests on your pussy while his head is on your upper body. You lean down a little and he meets you in the middle in a messy kiss. God, his lips are the most delicious thing you've ever tasted. They're nearly sweet and just intoxicating.

You sigh loudly, feeling so much better than before. The pain is the last thing on your mind. You actually think about a possible second orgasm already and a little smile creeps up on your lips.

“What?” He asks wondering what you are thinking.

“I think I want a bit more.”

“Oh, you do?” He is fully smirking now. You just nod while biting one side of your lower lip. “Would it be okay if I put my fingers inside? Would that be comfortable for you?”

“I hope so. We can try and if it’s uncomfortable, I'll tell you.”

“What a good girl you are.”

Before you can say anything in return, his fingers move a little down and he pushes one of them inside.

“Bucky!” The sudden pleasure catches you off guard.

“Sorry, sorry. I will go slow.” He moves himself a little bit up, just to be able to kiss you comfortably. You look at him and excitement is written all over his face. He’s actually enjoying this even though he isn’t getting off himself, and you love how your pleasure affects him. Licking your lips, you close the little distance between you two.

He kisses you deeply while moving his finger in and out. He’s using just one, but dear god… you are so sensitive. It feels so good even though you aren’t completely filled. Slowly, he pushes the second finger inside, crooking them and rubbing them along a spot where you can see stars. Your mouth suddenly opens as you let out a loud moan. You are unable to kiss him back, it feels like your whole body just tensed up and your muscles stopped working.

“Yes! God, yes.” You manage to say while he keeps on working. “Just like that.”

“Don’t worry, doll.” He speeds up a little. “I won’t stop.”

He keeps working his fingers while kissing your neck. You can feel your second orgasm approaching and it feels so good, but also not enough.

“Please…” You beg without thinking. “Please…”

“Tell me what you want.” His voice sounds so deep, so full of desire.

“Faster. A little faster.” You take a deep breath. “I’m so– close.”

He doesn’t make you ask twice, just starting to move his fingers a little faster and that’s all it takes.

“Bucky!” You scream so loudly that it surprises even you, but it’s too late to bite your lip. The overwhelming pleasure takes over, making you scream so loudly that Bucky thinks all your neighbors know what you are up to. And he doesn’t care. They should know he is the one making you feel this good. He is the one who makes you forget about your pain and mindlessly moan his name like a prayer.

When you come down from your high, you feel boneless. It’s like your whole body relaxed after the blinding pleasure. Maybe it’s the mixture of the orgasms and the painkiller you took, but you are too tired to care.

While you stretch your arms, you notice Bucky isn’t next to you anymore. You look around to see where he went and he comes out of the bathroom with another towel in his hand.

“Looking for me?” God, his smile is so smug, but you can’t blame him. The way you just screamed his name without having his cock inside you… That must have boosted his ego. Rightfully so. His fingers are magical. And his tongue. Also his lips. The way he turns you on so much and pulls this pleasure out of you is unbelievable.

“Yes. Why did you leave me?” You know he didn’t but you like to play.

“Just got a wet towel for you.” He kneels in front of the bed, between your legs and you prop up on your elbows to see what he’s doing. He gently moves the towel on your thighs and wipes the blood he smeared while making you scream his name.

“I could clean myself. You didn’t have to.”

“I know you can, doll. Nobody said you can’t.” He rubs the towel against your slit and you jump a little, feeling sensitive. He notices your reaction and tries to do it more carefully. “I just want to help you.” After he’s done wiping, he folds the towel and puts it away. Immediately after, he grabs your clothes and helps you get dressed: your underwear first (and no, he did not forget about the pads), then your pajamas. In a couple of seconds, you're clean and all dressed up. “Now it’s time to rest.”

You move backward and get under the covers while watching him collect the towels all over the room and put them in the dirty laundry bin. It amazes you how he doesn’t forget about anything. He doesn’t let any small detail bother or worry you. You hear him washing his hands and he comes back with a smile on his face.

You don’t know how you got this lucky. Having a loving and caring boyfriend like him… Getting taken care of like this… You remember how your friends talk about their boyfriends and how they do absolutely nothing. You know that’s not how a relationship should be, but you also know how rare this is. Your eyes wander back to him while he is getting undressed, showing you how incredibly hard he is. Yet he didn’t even make a move to relieve himself. He didn’t ask for a hand or begged to be inside you like he does sometimes. He put you first and unfortunately that’s even rarer.

He quickly puts on his pajamas and slips right next to you in bed. His arms are already around your waist, pulling you closer. You carefully move your hand down and palm his still rock-hard erection.

“Nope.” His answer is simple yet firm.

“Let me take care of you, Bucky.” You try to say as sweetly as possible. You want to return the favor.

“Not tonight, darling.” He gently moves your hand away. “But I promise, you can do whatever you want to me when you feel better, alright?”

“Alright.” He’s right. You are feeling sleepy already, you can do this another time.

After all, you are his and he is yours. You have all the time in the world.

He pulls you even closer, putting his head on your shoulder behind your back.

“It’s time to sleep.”

“I love you Bucky.” You say while feeling the weight on your eyelids. It’s hard to keep them open.

“I love you too, darling.”

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tyoho8 · 1 year

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i wanted to do a 30 day writing challenge to start off the year to get back into the swing of writing every day + take off some of the pressure that i feel when i'm working on writing/editing/proofreading/perfecting full fics and i saw some other folks had done writing trope challenges in the past so i thought i'd give it a try! there's a ton of tropes i'm excited to write since i've never done them before, especially the au ones—if i actually complete this challenge maybe i'll do an au-only one 😅 if anyone wants to join me or do their own, feel free!

⫸Rules⫷

▻ must write in order of the list below

▻ write for a random character chosen daily

▻ can be any length—blurb, drabble, dialogue, concept, headcanon, full fic, etc.

⫸Characters⫷

▻steve rogers

▻bucky barnes

(i might add to this list as i go along—if anyone is interested in other chris evans or sebastian stan characters, let me know!)

⫸Tropes⫷

day 1: Farmer AU

day 2: Coffeeshop AU

day 3: Vampire/monster AU

day 4: Mafia AU

day 5: Hurt/comfort

day 6: Wedding day

day 7: Drunken confession

day 8: Heartbreak

day 9: Enemies to lovers

day 10: Soulmate AU

day 11: Rivals

day 12: Professor x student

day 13: Partners in crime

day 14: Mutual pining

day 15: Roommates AU

day 16: Forced proximity / bed sharing

day 17: Bet / dare dating

day 18: Fake dating

day 19: Pregnancy / pregnancy scare

day 20: Fuck or die

day 21: Return from the dead

day 22: Dubcon

day 23: Sex pollen

day 24: Friends to lovers

day 25: Best friend’s brother / brother’s best friend

day 26: Love triangle

day 27: College AU

day 28: Royalty AU

day 29: Band / rockstar AU

day 30: “Who did this to you"

⋙first post will go up on Jan. 10!⋘

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tyoho8 · 1 year

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Perv 💋 Bucky x Reader One Shot

content warning: bucky x fem!reader, friends to fuckers, flirting, dirty talk, smut (dub!con, dry humping, daddy!bucky, fingering, handjob)

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“I guess it’s on us to pick a movie,” You say once the others leave the motel room, slamming the door shut behind them.

Bucky doesn’t reply. He’s too busy staring at your nipples which are poking through your cotton top, practically drooling at the sight.

“I’m in the mood for horror, but Steve will complain,” You think out loud, laying back on the bed and continuing your verbal thought process while Bucky continues drinking in the view.

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tyoho8 · 1 year

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you’re a masterpiece | b. barnes

꒰ pairings ꒱ bucky barnes x reader

꒰ warnings ꒱ smut! twenty plus! cockwarming, pnv, slight breeding kink, size kink if you squint

꒰ word count ꒱ 1.2k+

꒰ author’s note ꒱ none! enjoy!

you felt him smile against your skin, your cheek resting on the back of your palm and your ankles crossed. he left soft kisses, sometimes nipping the skin just enough to make you gasp softly, and others running his tongue gently over your skin, leaving goosebumps.

he liked to take his time kissing over your skin, making sure your nerves felt every single touch so you knew how much he loved you. it was one of the things you loved about bucky. he always showed how much you meant to him.

his lips trailed down your spine slowly, hovering over the tops of your thighs and hands holding himself up as he sat back on your thighs. his cock fitting snug against the soft flesh of your ass that he loved so much. his left hand grabbing your ass cheek, massaging the flesh softly before spreading your cheeks with both hands.

"fuck, so fuckin' pretty.." he whispered softly as he admired your cunt, watching the way you clenched around nothing at his compliment. you loved when he looked at you, at all the intimate parts of you. you hadnt felt so seen and understood with all your flaws and scars until you met bucky.

because he knew what it felt like to feel broken.

bucky adored your body. he loved the way your shoulders were always moving towards him when cuddling, as if to shield yourself from anything but him. he loved the way your tummy was the best and soft pillow he had ever laid on, aside from your thighs. and god, dont even get him started on your thighs.

you had these gorgeous stretchmarks wrapping around your upper thigh and onto your ass, and he could spend eternity laying his head on your lower back and his metal fingers dragging through your stretchmarks.

he loved all of you.

especially the way your cunt felt as he pushed his tip on, a soft moan escaping the two of you as he pushed in deeper, feeling how you squeezed and welcomed him instantly, his hands gripping your ass as he pushed all the way in.

he felt you clench around him as he bottomed out, a soft bucky leaving your lips as you felt him twitch inside of you. bucky was a lot of things, but a tender lover was at the top of the list. the way he could bring your whole body to your knees just at the way he looked at you was enough.

but your boyfriend was hung, literally. he hated how you made a big deal about it all the time, but you knew anytime he would blush after the conversation, he would always think about the comment you made the first time you had sex.

"remember when you said i wouldn't fit, bunny?" he leaned over, brushing his lips to the shell of your ear as you pushed gently against him. you needed some sort of friction, but you knew that wasn't what bucky had planned.

he chuckled as he smacked your ass out of warning and you let out a small moan, the sting spreading through your cheek turned into pleasure. you let out a sigh as he pulled away, reaching to his side and grabbing some paints and a paintbrush. you sucked in a breath as he squeezed some pink paint on your backside, the coolness of the paint making you shiver

he watched the way the paint dripped down your side, onto the clear plastic underneath. you didn't want to make a mess, but you also didn't want to be uncomfortable and do this on the floor.

he picked up the orange paint, squeezing it out and started to rock his hips gently as he picked up the paint brush and moved it around your skin blending the colors. he watched you whine, breathing heavily and small buck's leaving your lips. he relished in the feeling of making you needy for him and his cock.

"keep movin' and you'll mess it up, sunshine. then we'd have to start all over. and i know you dont want, do you princess?" he coo'd softly, mixing some green in with the pink and orange. you shook your head, keeping your hips still as he drew shapes in the paint with the brush

he was having a hard time focusing on anything but the way your cunt pulsed around him in want, how hot and wet you were perfectly wrapped around his cock. you felt like heaven and there wasnt anyway he was fucking that up. he needed you.

"fuck." he gripped your hips quickly, tossing the paintbrush aside and pulling your hips up to snap his into your ass. you let out a loud moan at the action, arching your back so his cock drove deeper in your cunt and kissing that sweet spot only he knew how to find.

he leaned over and pressed his hand in to your back, getting the paint on his hand as pushed against you to keep you ass up as he thrusted into you.

"love this sweet cunt, you know that? couldn't focus on my painting cause of your needy pussy." he groaned under his breath as he moved his hand back to your other hip, smearing the paint together to create a darker shade of green. he loved the way you were already on the verge of cumming as you squeezed his cock in need, just wanting him to fill you up

"please.. bucky i wanna cum.." you had never begged bucky to cum before because you knew he would get you to cum, but something about hearing how desperate you were just to get off spurred him on even more, skin slapping against skin filled the room and you low pitched whine as his metal fingers not dipped in paint circled your clit.

"that's it, princess. you wanna cum so bad for daddy, dont you? this greedy pussy just needs to be filled with daddy's cum, isnt that right?" at this point you were babbling yes and please over and over again, you didnt even noticed you had squirted on the sheets until he moaned out behind you, pinching your clit

"good fuckin' girl." his voice was low and made you shiver as he leaned over and pressed his chest against your back with wet paint. it stuck to his chest as he thrusted deep into you, tip of his cock kissing your cervix as he came hard.

he could feel your cunt twitch around his cock, overstimulation taking over him as he came in you, a kiss on the back of your head as he started to thrust slowly.

“gonna keep you stuffed full of my cum, baby. can’t waste a drop,” he grunted, peeling himself from you with paint mixed on his chest, literally his dog tags down to his navel. he looked at the work on your back messed up — colors mixed together with each other.

he pulled his cock out slowly, watching his cum leak from your cunt as you moaned softly feeling his cock leave. you felt empty without him, so lifting your hips just a bit, you whined his name. you were so deep in lust that you only wanted his cock stuffing you.

“you want more baby?” he chuckled softly, his cock growing hard again and pushed between your cum soaked thighs. “i’ll give you more baby, all for you.”

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