With Steve he’d let you take control, having you lie on top of him. You’d both slowly make out. It would take so long before his hands started roaming. Yours would have almost done two completely circuits of his body. When he did finally start touching you it would be excruciating. He’d slowly palm your breasts. His mouth would move to your neck and he’d lick and suck on it so it made your scalp prickle and goosebumps break out everywhere. He’d take off your shirt and bra and suck on your breasts until your nipples were so hard they hurt. When he finally slipped his fingers into your panties they’re be soaking and you’d be so swollen and ready for him you’d almost come from just that.
He’d roll you over and finger you until you couldn’t take it any more. You needed him inside you more than you needed anything else. Then you would start making love. Positions would change a lot. Him on top, you on top, seated, spooning. Your faces would always be close. He’d like to look you in the eyes, and kiss you as much as he could. He’d also would want you to not come until you both did. Just that one amazing orgasm you share together.
Bucky would start by making out too, but things would move faster. He’d spend more time kissing your neck and you’d both shed clothes really quickly. He’d go about kissing all of you. Marking you anyplace you allowed him to linger. He’d eventually move to your pussy and just spend so long eating you out. He’d want you to come too. He’d want you to come again and again. Not to torture you, but because he loves how you look when you’re completely lost in the please of it.
He’d eventually move up and bring his lips back to yours while you kissed he’d enter you. He’d lazily roll his hips into yours and while you made love his lips would remain on your skin. Kissing your lips, your throat, the pulse point under your ear. Even as he whispered about how good it felt inside you his lips would be ghosting against you. He would prolong his own orgasm for as long as he could making sure you came again with him inside you. Enjoying the feel of your cunt pulsing against his cock before finally emptying inside of you as he bit down into your shoulder.
Anonymous user
requests: “I cut my hair into a bob today and it’s been long my entire life
and it’s great so can you write one where Bucky’s girl surprises him when she
gets a big haircut and he’s so shocked and he’s in love with it”
Summary: Bucky
hears you and Natasha talking about a “Bob”.
Summary: In love with the robotics expert in charge of repairing his arm, Bucky’s explanations for malfunctions get more and more creative. – requested by @elaine-spades
Pairing: bucky x reader
Warnings: language, fluffy
A/N: i don’t like this fic much because i think it went off the rails but im my own worst critic so what do i know
This time, you’d asked for an explanation beforehand.
Twirling the chopsticks around your grease-stained fingers, you stared at Bucky with a tilted head and indulgent eyes. Your bowl of washed blueberries had gone from overflowing to nearly empty as you listened, many of them scattered on the floor from your lack of grace when utilizing the pesky wooden sticks you’d insisted on continuing to use— you thought the clumsy spills were a reasonable and worthy alternative to ingesting oil-from-Tony’s-suits dipped berries had you used your fingers.
He was stumbling over his words. Deep, raspy voice cracking from the apprehension of being caught, smoky blue eyes shifting from one end of the disorganized lab to the other. He was biting on his lips constantly as well, one of his trademark tells of dishonesty— he’d chew on the saturated pink until the skin broke and he tasted his coppery blood, stopping only to resume the deed moments later.
Summary:Trying to get Bucky comfortable in your absence, you didn’t know that leaving him home alone would result in the almost-funeral of the smart household cleaning device.
Warnings: none
Word Count:1,537
A/N:Just thought I’d share this little idea that I had in my head before going to sleep 🙂
He felt almost as if he were intruding in the home. Sure, you had been gracious enough to let him move in. He didn’t have much, no possessions to his name. Still, Bucky felt bad about it. He didn’t pay rent or anything. But you continued to insist he wasn’t taking up any space.
During the time he’d been staying there, sleeping in two different rooms quickly transitioned into sleeping in just one.
Now not only was he intruding in your house, but in your bed as well. Bucky mentally scolded himself for overthinking. Feeling guilty wasn’t beneficial to him or anyone else. Not him and not you. He blamed the shower. When you’re in there with him he has no room to second guess himself. In fact, whenever you’re around him he has no room to second guess himself. You had never left his side before. As soon as he showed up on your steps with his little suitcase, Bucky had become an extension to yourself.
The two of you had been talking for the past month about getting him used to being alone. You were extremely generous with the time and catered to how he felt about it. The first time you left was only for five minutes and Bucky was pretty sure you’d just stood outside the door. Even though he was right, you protested otherwise.
Summary: Being a super soldier causes Bucky to always be hungry. This is the time he found out about New York style pizza.
Warnings: bucky being adorable
Word Count: 961
A/N: Can anyone spot the “Me and Earl and the Dying Girl” reference? Also this is short, I know! But I’ll be in Destin for a week and wanted to give you guys something before I couldn’t post anymore!!
“Y/N! I’m hungry!!” Bucky sang from across the room, throwing his head back in a whine. His half-howl-half-song let you know he was on his last leg; his stomach replacing his mind.
You smiled at his impatience from where you were on the bed, reviewing the most recent mission reports. There was no getting stuff done around him.
Bucky could be heard making his way to where you had been since after everyone ate. He dragged his feet on the floor and left you anticipating his arrival. The pitiful man was cursed with a fast metabolism, causing him to eat far more regularly than anyone else, Steve included.
He finally made an appearance in the doorway, leaning his body weight on the side jamb. His cheek squished up against the door, making his upper lip lift. Bucky really was just a big toddler.
You didn’t give him the attention he was looking for and only smiled to yourself, reading the reports. The hungry man-child started to moan, placing a vibranium hand over his stomach and emphasizing the intensity of his appetite. Still, you held your ground, wanting to see what lengths Bucky would go to.
As requested by anon: I was wondering though if you could do a fic with Bucky where he’s new to the Avengers & the reader is their assistant and she helps him adjust and he falls for her just omg
“Are you ready?”
Bucky nodded and shifted around uncomfortably on his bed.
“I really don’t think this is a good idea.”
“We’ll take it slower than we did last time. We’ll do all
the words in English, then the first three in Russian, okay?”
Sitting on the folding chair across from him, you crossed
your legs and gave him your warmest smile. It wouldn’t do much to comfort him,
but it couldn’t hurt, either. The corner of his mouth twitched a bit, as if it
wanted to raise itself up but decided against it at the last minute.
You pulled out your phone and scrolled through to your notes
where you kept the list of words. Bucky had specifically asked for this. He
didn’t want you to read them from a journal or notebook. It only made the triggers stronger.
“Longing…rusted…seventeen… daybreak…” Between each word you
counted to three and glanced up at him. He was fine, for the most part, save
for the way his breathing picked up ever so slightly. His eyes were closed in
deep concentration as he muttered each word during your pauses. The English
portion didn’t have much effect. He was, after all, trained to answer to
Russian. You just saw it more as a warm up, of sorts.
Bucky cringed at the last one. He always did. You weren’t
totally sure on why, though you suspected it had to do with its double meaning.
He was surely imagining the freight car he fell from that day. The one that led
him to Hydra. Or perhaps what was getting him was that it was the final word.
The word that in the past had always been the one to finish the set, thus
completing the hijacking of his mind.
“You good?”
“Yeah,” he replied, eyes still closed. “I think I can handle
four today.”
“You barely got through three yesterday.”
“I can handle four.”
Over the last month or so, you’d come to know Bucky better
than anyone, save for Steve. It didn’t take long for you to learn that he was a
classic case of a teddy bear covered by a rough exterior. With each session he
grew less and less intimidating—though, there was a difference between
intimidation and fear, and while the former disappeared, the latter grew.
You had fallen in love with James Buchanan Barnes. And it
scared the shit out of you.
A/n: thank you and thank you for sending in a request! I love soulmate au’s as well! For this, I’m going to go with the soulmate that you have a matching tattoo or something of that manner, with your soulmate! I hope you enjoy! @wonderless-screwup
You know Bucky would have a hard time believing anybody could be soulmates with him after everything the Winter Soldier’s done
Bucky also believes he doesn’t have a soulmate because he’s had that same mark since the 1930′s
Basically believes his soulmate has been long gone but little does he know
It happened when Steve was showing him modern day New York
They were walking through Brooklyn, laughing at memories that occurred at each spot they visited
Bucky looks around with a small smile as he takes in his old home
and then, he spots it or rather, you
His body freezes as he sees the tattoo that’s placed on your left shoulder
it’s half a tree, a plum tree (shh)
it shocks him because where the the tree is cut in half, as if it were on his body, it’s where his skin meets his metal arm
Bucky quickly pats Steve’s shoulder to get his attention
Steve gasps and nudges Bucky
The thing with Bucky’s other half of the tattoo, it’s under the metal covering of his shoulder
in order to see it, he’d have to take off the arm
Bucky refuses to make a move, standing still as he stares at you
You feel eyes on you and turn towards them, a blush on your face as you realize Captain America and the Winter Soldier are staring at you
Bucky automatically looks down and then to Steve
only to see that Steve is jogging towards you, stops to talk to you
all the while Bucky is frozen, staring at you.
After a few minutes, you come back with Steve, a shy smile on your face
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