18+ Squirting

Bucky had been at it for hours. Taunting you. Teasing you. Tantalizing. Tormenting. His fingers, be it flesh or vibranium, tickled your skin with the tiniest of pressures. Enough to get your blood pumping. The pulps of his calloused digits pushed into your skin, kneading, fondling, massaging every inch of your body. He knew exactly how to read you, how to arouse you. From the feather light brushes against your abdomen to the deep pressure on your thighs.

“Look how beautiful you are.”

He hushed your pleading whines and kissed away your petulant pouts. He reassured you that he simply wanted to take his time. But his eyes told a different story. The determined glint in those beautiful blues told you that he had a plan. 

“Let me take care of you.”

The way he moved was exquisite, smooth, like fluid. Bucky’s ministrations were so distracting that you only realized he was undressing you when your tank top caught the tip of your nose. He apologized, nuzzling you, peppering kisses over the offended organ. He never failed to make you feel loved, even when he was planning on doing the dirtiest things to you.

“I love you like this.”

Exposed. Fully. Stripped bare of every thread that covered your form. That’s how he liked it. Bucky loved having access to each and every part of you. He worked on all your sensitive areas, intimately familiar with how your nipples responded to his touch. Under his attention, they had the ability to grow as tall as mountains and as hard as diamonds. He chuckled darkly as you writhed with pleasure beneath him.

"Just like that, Doll?"

You nodded, your mind lost in the moment. His lips left marks as worked on your skin. He was the artist and you were his canvas, ready to be molded to his pleasing. There were no limits to his abilities to draw out your beauty. 

“I will coax every gasp, every moan, every noise I can get out of you.”

He didn't waste time in making good on his assurances.  Bucky put his talented tongue to use, licking thick stripes over your folds. It left you crying out for more, only for him to oblige. His lips formed a circle around your clit, which he gave a warning lick before applying the perfect amount of pressure to make you scream. Bucky watched out of the top corners of his eyes as you arched your back and clutched at the bedsheets.

“I'm here. I'm right here. Hold onto me.”

Next he introduced you to his fingers, smooth and cold but once they were coated in your slick arousal, they slid in and out of your sheath with ease. Bucky felt you stretch as he pushed in and out, caressing your walls with his dark and golden digits. He was an expert in finding that special place where you were most sensitive and made the most of his talents. Brushing against you with the most erotic pace. His lips pressed against the top of your head.

“Wish I could fuck you right now. I want you to sit on my cock, be so deep inside you until you’re screaming for everyone to hear… ‘til you forget who you are and all you can think about is how good I make you feel. But that’s not the plan. I want to make you squirt all over my pants and ruin them.”

You gasped at his words. He let the pressure build within you at an agonizingly slow pace. Every movement elicited its own special sound from you, he played your body like an instrument to the tune of a symphony of his desires. Everyone of these notes rang with the melody of your pleasure.

“Are you going to give me what I want, Doll? Are you going to come for me?”

Bucky murmured as he continued to bring you closer to your climax. An old familiar feeling coiled inside of you, ready to be released at any moment. He pulled your hips into his lap, looking hungrily at your sex, like he could devour you right there. But he had a plan and he was going to follow through. He licked his flesh fingers and pressed them against your swollen nub. Rubbing perfect circles to drive you over the edge. You squeezed your eyes shut as your walls clenched around him. Waves of ecstasy rolling through your body. Back arched. Toes curled. Heart pounded. Bucky's plan came to fruition as your sweet juices poured out around his fingers.

“That's my girl. You did such a good job for me. Just look at this mess you've made. All for me.”

He smiled down at you, looking proud of his pretty princess. 

This was so very hot!

18+ Just a dream: pining, longing, hand job, horny Bucky

Bucky wasn’t sure if it was his memory or just his imagination, but he always found you intriguing. He was sure that you would be able to entertain him for hours on end, even though the chances that you would talk to him were pretty bleak. Steve was the only one who had noticed and Bucky was glad that he had kept his comments to himself, even when he had caught Bucky’s blue eyes constantly searching for your presence, lingering over you when he finally found you.

But of late, you had been invading his mind more often than not. You occupied his waking thoughts and penetrated his dreams. The first time you had visited his dreams, it had been relatively innocent, standing in front of him in a yellow summer dress accentuating your perfectly toned figure. He had woken with a gasp and his cock pointing to the ceiling. Why did it have to be you?

Bucky had seen you working out with the other SHIELD agents, training, lifting, sparring with your colleagues. Your movements were akin to water, the fluidity with which you ducked and weaved, he wondered how you would move on top of him. How he longed to know what he would find under that tiny tank top you sported, under the lycra material which clung to your hips and thighs.

Since he had found you in the gym alone, training alone, he had started avoiding those times, instead he chose to use it in the wee hours of the morning or late into the night. Anything to try and shake you from his consciousness and evict you from his lucid dreams. A part of him wanted to hate you, ever since he had met you, a feeling of loneliness snaked into his heart, how it lingered under his skin. Every thought of you, every dream, he knew one day he wouldn’t be able to stop himself, and then there would be no going back.

Bucky growled quietly, but not quietly enough for him to go completely unnoticed. Several agents, including Steve, turned to glance at him. Steve shot him a warning glance but Bucky only scowled back at him. Of all the briefings Steve had forced him to attend, why did it have to be you leading it? The way you stood in the spotlight, you were literally shining. Your voice was as sweet as nectar, your skin glowed under the fluorescent beams of the meeting room and your smile dazzled everyone in the room into an enchanted silence. Why was the strain in his pants becoming so unbearable?

He was lucky his services weren’t required and he was the first to leave the meeting room, a scowl etched across his features and briefing file pressed against his crotch. He was so intent on his departure, that he missed the way Steve rolled his eyes at him and the look of shock and disappointment on your face.

Once locked in the safety of his quarters, Bucky slid his right arm under his shirt, fingertips grazing his lower abdomen. He hesitated for a few moments before pushing his hand into his pants and curling his digits around his sizable length. He was free to let out the groan of frustration. His tongue moistened the corners of his mouth, held gently between his teeth as he concentrated on freeing his cock from its restraints. He was almost shocked by the clear viscous fluid that was coating the swollen head of his cock. Almost. His lips turned up at the edges as he took his thumb and smeared the precum over his growing length.

“Fuck,” he grunted, finding a little relief to the tension that had been building inside him. He palmed himself roughly, closing his eyes, trying to imagine that it's your silky walls sheathing his member, rather than the reality of his calloused hand pumping it over and over. He pushed his pants down over his knees with his vibranium hand, letting him spread his legs. Better access to himself as he swiped through memories of you in his mind. Flicking from that time you had smiled at him, another when your fingers had brushed his when Steve had asked you to hand him a mission brief, that time he had watched your sparring session. That was it, that was the one!

The way you pinned your opponent to the ground. He was twice your size. You held his hands down and Bucky’s cock had twitched when he saw how your thighs gripped his. His insides burning with envy, he wanted to know how you felt and now he used that recollection to fabricate his fantasy. Bucky's restraint was wavering, his bottom lip buried between his teeth as stifled moans emanated from his mouth.

He could practically see your perky rounded breasts floating in front of him. What he wouldn't give to reach out and knead them in his palms, to taste your nipples, to have you pressed against his chest. Bucky groaned, thrusting his hips upwards into his hand, if only it was you he was pushing up into. He imagined the whimpers and moans you would make as he hit all the right places. Oh, to hear his name tumble from your lips!

Bucky's breaths were shallow now, panting furiously as his orgasm approached. He had lost all his inhibitions, becoming more vocal about his desires.

“Oh fuck, Doll, just like that. Look how beautiful you are. I love you like this.”

It was the image of your eyes, the thought of looking into them, it sent him over the edge. His hand pumping, chest heaving and eyes squeezed shut as the all too familiar coil in his center snapped, sending him reeling. His movements slowed, sloppier than they had been as his body relaxed and spurts of milky white elixir erupted from his cock and painted his chiseled abs.

Bucky took a few moments to regain his composure, a feeling of unease settling in his chest. Maybe one day you wouldn't be just a fantasy.

If only he could think of all of us the way we think of him. This was very hot! Love the dreams and the fantasy.

18+ Knife Play

The Winter Soldier held your chin in his metal fingers as you leaned back against his chest. His lips brushed over the shell of your ear, his warm breath on your face made your heart race. But you didn’t move. You didn’t dare. His curious hand explored your body, kneading your breasts, grazing the skin on your exposed abdomen, trailing down to your thighs.

“Do you want to try it?”

His voice sounded gravelly. Like he hadn’t spoken in years. Maybe he hadn’t. He was so close to you, his chest pressed against your back. You weren’t bound, you didn’t need to be. But you had no idea how you had ended up in this compromising position, pinned to a bench with your legs spread apart, wound around its wooden legs. It was almost uncomfortable. Almost. You were torn between the vulnerability of your exposure and the thrill of anticipation. He had an air of command and you felt compelled to comply. 

“Try… what?”

Your words were choked. There was a rumble in his chest which vibrated through you. The sound was almost ominous, a foreboding if you will, of things to come. A shiver shot down your spine as the feeling of titanium digits was replaced by a cold metal blade pressed against your neck. He dragged it over the fragile skin covering your clavicle, taking with it a fine layer of skin. Not enough to break the barrier but enough that he left a thin red line. You hissed slightly in complaint, ignoring the throbbing in your core.

“Don’t tell me you don’t like it.”

Soldat squeezed your thigh harder in response to your outburst, humming softly as your breath shuddered to keep control of your emotions. You knew what he wanted from you, but you didn’t know the lengths he would go to take it from you. The threat of penetration constantly on your mind. He had already sliced through your shirt and made jagged cuts in your skirt. Now he was working on the strap of your bra, gentle strokes to and fro, snapping frayed threads one at a time. You scrunched closed your eyes waiting for that inevitable release of your breasts to spring free.

“So soft, so pretty.”

His hair brushed your face as he leaned in. His tongue ventured out, licking the redness his blade had created. When he was satisfied by the sighs that emanated from your lips, he latched his mouth to the base of your neck, chapped lips rubbing as they sucked your blood to the surface, marking you with small bruises. He couldn’t get enough of the sweetness of your skin. A strangled moan burst out of you, you’d lost all control of your senses and his bright blue eyes twinkled with excitement.

“You don’t need to hide it. Not from me.”

You had never seen him behave like this, but you had always felt his gaze, long before you found yourself in this situation. The best thing to do would be to get up and walk away. For the sake of your career, for the sake of your safety. But his grip was strong and you felt weak under his power. You had the ability to say no, but your brain refused to allow you to speak. Your body had its own plan, it wanted what the asset was offering. The voice of reason in your mind subdued by the way Soldat’s nose was nuzzling your ear.

“Please!”

What were you begging for? He was ready to comply with your needs. You heard the blade change hands, from flesh to metal. Dragging open your lids, you saw the base of the blade ghost over your entrance. The sound of pleasure huffed from behind you, as his fingers discovered your dripping core. You felt something smooth hard against your folds. His titanium fist gripped the sharp edges as the base of his trusty blade massaged your burning skin and pushed against your sensitive nub. You struggled slightly in his arms, whining and shaking your head. He stopped abruptly.

“No? What is it you really want?”

Winter smirked, casually swiping his thumb against your trembling lips, smearing your arousal across them. The base of the blade played with your walls and you squirmed in his arms, yearning for something more. It was thick, but you could take more. You craved it. You craved him. So you turned your head and for the first time with conviction and clarity, you gave him his answer.

“You.”

God, I’m always a slut for some knife play!

Warning: thigh riding

He looked up at you, his head resting against the back of the couch. A teasing smirk flitted across his face as he watched you chasing your release. Bucky loved studying your features, staring intently. The way your mouth hung open, your brows practically knitted together from the effort you were putting in and your eyelids fluttering with your attempts to keep them open. Bucky loved that about you. You were always all in, including the short panting breaths that escaped from your swollen lips. Yes, he derived just as much pleasure seeing you come undone as you did experiencing it.

“You're so damn beautiful, Doll.”

You reveled in the way his large calloused hands felt on your hips, the way he held you, and subtly guided your movements as you pushed your uncovered core against his bare thigh. You loved how he bit down on his lip, struggling to contain his own arousal, so desperate to be inside of you.

“Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"

Bucky moaned as his erection strained against his boxers. Oh, how he longed to press his palm against it, just to relieve some of the tension. No, today he was going to watch, watch you use his body to get yourself off. Then maybe, if you were feeling generous, you'd return the favor. He smiled. You were the most generous person he knew.

“Having fun there, Doll?”

You noticed how mesmerized he was by your peaked nipples, your blossomed breasts swaying up and down before his very eyes. A soft laugh slipped past your lips, his struggle of restraint amusing you as you watched his nostrils flare and his heavy breathing whistling through pursed lips.

“Mind if I have a taste?”

Ultimately, it's too much for Bucky, your beautiful bosom right there on display just for him. How could he not partake? How easy it was for him to lean forward and capture one of those perky beauties between his eager lips. His tongue rolled around your hard nipple with ease. You let him suck it as his hands caressed her twin. Cupping her, pinching her nipple between his vibranium fingers and kneading your flesh. Oh, how he loved the moans you saved, just for him.

“That's my girl, God, you feel so good in my mouth.”

Once you've given him a taste, he can't stop, yearning for more. You let him leave a trail of blazing kisses across your chest, teeth grazing your skin, open lips sucking bruises up towards your neck, marking you as his. You knew how much it turned him on, seeing his marks on your body, his possessiveness taking over. In turn, his covetousness drove you crazy, dialling up your desire to dangerous levels.

“You're mine, Doll. Got that? All mine.”

At this point, his hands are all over you, fingers and palm spread across your back, dragging over your silky skin. He skimmed over your waist only to find purchase on the curve of your ass where his fingertips dug in desperately, helping you along the path to nirvana. Encouraging you with lust dripping from his voice.

“Go on, Doll. You're doing so good. Just a little more."

By now, you're so lost in a haze that your movements are less than smooth, and you thank your lucky stars that Bucky has the sense to assist. Your juices are covering his thigh as you shamelessly drag your clit over his bulging quad. Over and over. You have his undivided focus now, he can tell how close you are to falling off the edge into the carnal abyss. He helped you out as pitiful moans left your lips and tired hips faltered slightly. He squeezed his quads, the muscle hardening under you, pushing against your sensitive little nub. Bucky whispered sweet words of praise and encouragement as you let go and cum on his thigh.

“That's right, Doll, you got this. How do you always look pretty, sweet girl? Keep going, just like that, darling. Only a little more, let it go. That's it, baby, well done.”

VERY hot Bucky Drabble 🥵

Anonymous request: You're also an Avenger and you love the Christmas time but everyone else doesn't. So you kinda get sad every year as you're the only one enjoying the time. One day you decide to put on some Christmas tunes and start making cookies when Bucky starts watching you from the other room, smiling to himself as he sees you all being happy and cute. He decides to change his mind and joins you, helping you make cookies, even though he's clumsy but you enjoy his presence (as you both have feelings for each other). In the end you're covered in dough and stuff and he grabs you and kisses you, admitting both your feelings, while the rest of the team watches you both happy from afar.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,195 words

Warnings: tooth rooting sweetness, beware of diabetes!

A/N: Shoutout to @samodivaa for aiding and abetting this endeavor!

To you, they were family. And Christmas was supposed to be a time for family. At least that is what you'd been raised to believe, even though you weren't a Christian or religious. To you Christmas was a time for togetherness, for helping others, showing kindness and love and having hope. Shortly before joining the team, you had lost your family and the Avengers had become a surrogate family of sorts. You loved them dearly and wanted them to experience the same joy you did at this time of year.

Tony had graciously let you order a magnificent tree, which you'd basically decorated on your own, with the assistance of your inhuman powers. The others had watched you or walked by showing various degrees of enthusiasm for your activities, ranging from praise to outright disregard for your endeavors. Despite your gratitude, your friends’ lack of interest did dampen your spirit a little.

Very sweet and cute! The fact that Steve is a betting man is a little detail I forgot about until I rewatched Avengers the other day. Loved this!

Request: @sergeantbarnessdoll asked: Bucky had a bad day at work and his girlfriend (the reader) tries to comfort him and he yells at her without realizing it and makes her cry and she gives him the silent treatment and he buys her flowers to show her how sorry he is and tells her how much he loves her Word count: 2.7k Warnings: harsh words, angsty feelings, mentions of death

It wasn't easy being the person sitting at home waiting. The days were long and the nights even longer. Tonight was no different. He didn't get home until 1am but it was your day off and you'd had a lie in, so you were happy to sit on the sofa and wait up. Even though Bucky had specifically told you not to wait for him when he had texted that they had gotten back safely to base camp.

You looked at your watch for the umpteenth time. Debriefs normally never took this long and you hoped that there wasn't a problem. A myriad of possibilities ran through your mind about the reasons for his delay. What if he was hungry? What if he was thirsty? He would definitely be tired. You didn't want to think about the possibility of injury.

Instead of letting the cacophony of thoughts overwhelm you, you decided to get up and put together a few food and drink options in case Bucky did want something before bed.

I would have let the bastard freeze to death after pulling that shit.

The little bit you wrote about having nothing left in her fridge because she was too busy stocking Bucky’s fridge?! Wow! What a great analogy for toxic masculinity and how women are forced to do all the emotional labor in their romantic relationships!

Bravo!

Request from @captainswintersoldier: Can you please write a story where reader goes back in time and meets her boyfriend Bucky in the 1940s? Word count ~3.3k Warnings: smut, p in v, mild fingering described, angst, mention of blunt force trauma and cardiac arrest (of original characters) and some comforting Bucky at the end. A/N: shoutout to @samodivaa for your help and support! Love you!

The mission was simple: go back and gather intel. It was a small change but the team hoped it would correct a lot of wrongs.

You were nowhere near Brooklyn, no chances of anyone recognizing you. The risks were negligible. Or so you thought. You had infiltrated the barracks under the guise of a trained nurse. It wasn’t a tall order, you had almost completed your training and you knew your stuff, but occasionally your imposter syndrome would make you feel a little anxious about your activities.

It wasn’t something that concerned you too much tonight though, as you danced at the center of a throng of burly WWII soldiers. You’d completed your mission and you could relax until the time came for you to return home. There had been multiple offers of drinks but you needed to keep your wits about you. You had duties to fulfill and a cover to maintain.

“You wanted to scream, but all you could do was gasp as he fucked all the air out of your lungs.” Amazing! Iconic! I loved this part!

A very sexy, bittersweet story. How crazy would it be to see him with both arms, to feel them touching you?

Bravo!

Request from @talesofreading: Hi dear ☺️ could I ask for an imagine with Bucky where you can't sleep, so you walk around through the compound enjoying the silence. Just as you find a wide awake Bucky as well. You then just talk about senseless stuff till you find yourself in each other's embrace on the couch where he finally gets the guts to kiss you and tell you how much you mean to him. Eventually you fall asleep and the others find you both tangled together the next morning and are very happy for you 🙊

Word Count: 1,895

Warnings: mostly fluff with a dash of angst at the beginning.

Midnight.

1:00 AM.

2:00 AM.

2:30 AM.

It was too much. The thoughts. The dread. The guilt. All too much. 

You fought to throw back the covers which had wrapped around your legs as you'd tossed and turned for the last three hours. The last mission had been a disaster. So many people had died. You felt responsible. Here you were, safe and sound while the people you'd left in the remnants of their broken homes, mourning their lost loved ones.

What gave you the right to be surrounded by comfort? By warmth? By luxury? Who were you that you deserved to walk away without taking responsibility for your shortcomings?

Awe, I loved this classic story as an analogy for their love!

IMAGINE inviting Bucky to a fireworks display

Request from @bisexuawolfsalt: May you please write a Bucky x virgin!reader who’s never been able to get herself off?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female virgin!reader

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: masturbation, fingering

Everything about you was different. You'd always felt it. You never fit in with the people you'd grown up with. Friends had never felt close. You were sheltered, your parents had a habit of being overprotective, helicoptering over you until they were in a fatal accident just before your eighteenth birthday. That's when things changed for you, not just what you'd lost, but your body too. You were different, but not in the way you'd thought all your life. You were powered. You kept to yourself throughout college, barely keeping anyone around you as more than an acquaintance. Relationships were a foreign concept to you, be it one of friendship or romance. You'd experienced neither.

That was your story, until you found yourself in New York City in the middle of a Chitari invasion. When you back up an Avenger with your powers, you get noticed. Tony Stark found you and brought you in. It took some convincing, you weren't ready, you were afraid. You'd hidden yourself with a job in the New York Public library. But eventually you agreed to move into the Stark Tower.

That's where you first met Bucky. You had gotten to know Steve, Natasha, and Tony pretty well. Steve had come to knock on your door one day and brought Bucky with him. He had returned from Wakanda, free from his Winter Soldier programming. He didn't look as frightening as people had described him. There was a kindness behind his brilliant blue eyes, an intelligence and a sadness that drew you in. He was a solitary soul and so were you. 

You felt comfortable in his presence. He said very little, in fact he barely made eye contact initially. Steve had encouraged him to make a friend and Bucky had chosen you, you didn't pester him about his well being, didn't cajole him about attending therapy, in fact you didn't bother him at all. You were the perfect friend. These were the reasons you believed Bucky had chosen you.

Oh you sweet, summer child (affectionate). This was a cute little diversion from the usual Bucky we get to see.

Request from the lovely @nicoline1998enilocin: "I have a short and simple request for you including our favorite super soldier: Bucky! What is he like during mirror sex? He can be the one receiving the pleasure or giving - or both, depending on your mood 😉" Shoutout to @samodivaa for the help and support as always!

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Some angsty feelings on Bucky's behalf, mention of legal proceedings, oral sex

“BUCKY!” you yelled after him. He was halfway down the staircase when you were finally within ear shot. 

“Bucky,” you panted out his name this time. Cardio had never been your strong point.

He looked up at you, mirth reflected in his eyes at your need to hang over the handrail to catch your breath.

“What’s up, Sugar?”

“Get your butt back up here,” you demanded.

“What’s wrong?” Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed into a look of concern as he marched back up the stairs to you.

“Did you even look at yourself in the mirror before you left?”

I loved how you made him look in the mirror to reframe what he sees as “bad” and turn it into something to be proud of, of what he has overcome!

Good angst, hot smut! Great job!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: oral sex, overstimulation, mild vibranium arm choking

The door crashed open as you fell through it, exhausted after a long day at work. You toed off your shoes as you called out your boyfriend's name in the apartment you shared. Glancing over at the clock on the oven as you traipsed through your home shedding your outer layers of clothing as you moved. Bucky wouldn't be home yet, he and Sam were out saving the world as usual. Normally you felt worried but today was different, today you just felt frustrated.

A soft whimper left your lips knowing that you would likely spend the evening alone and for some inexplicable reason, you'd spent the entire day feeling extremely aroused. All you could think of at work was your boyfriend’s smooth metallic fingers inside you and you’d arranged your day so that you’d be able to get home and spend your weekend riding the former Winter Soldier. It had been a simple thought, but for reasons unknown to you, the evils of the world seemed hellbent in ruining the simplicity of your needs. With a pout and a sigh, you sank into the deep cushions of your comfortable couch.

Mmm very hot! I wish this happened to me when I watch Bucky interviews!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: purely fuck buddy relationship with angst

“Buck-ahhh!” you gasped as Bucky licked his thumb and rubbed your clit.

The sensation was overwhelming and you stopped rocking your hips to enjoy his massage.

“Who said you could stop?” Bucky asked sternly from beneath you.

“Since I was doing most of the work to begin with,” you sighed and resumed rolling your hips.

“You insisted on being on top.”

“Well, we had so much fun last time!”

“How do you even remember the last time?” Bucky laughed. “You were wasted!”

“I remember having a good time!” you insisted.

I cant believe you’ve done this.

Pairing: Bucky x f!reader

Word count : 1.5k

Warnings: fluff

This was the exact reason he hadn’t wanted a phone. The infernal sound that was coming out of it often made him regret the need for the obnoxious device.

Bucky moaned as he reached over to snatch the offending gadget from its place on the nightstand to silence the alarm before…

“No,” you begged shamelessly, slipping your arm around his bare torso in a feeble attempt to keep him from climbing out of your shared bed. “Staaay.” This time, your plea was laced with tiny kisses pressed repeatedly against his shoulder blade.

Who was Bucky to say no to such a pretty plea? Normally you were enveloped so far in the arms of Morpheus, that his alarm barely roused you from slumber, but today you were surprisingly determined to keep him in your arms.

I wouldn’t want to get out of bed either!

All Good Things Come to an End

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader Word Count: 500+ words Warnings: mentions of vomit and generally being hungover, Bucky being a bit smug but generally supportive.

You passed Bucky as you stumbled into the bathroom, barely noticing the surprise on his face. There was only one goal on your mind; making it to the toilet before you blew chunks all over the bathroom floor. He hadn’t expected you to be up, let alone mobile. But let’s face it, the thought of cleaning up after yourself was worse than the thought of moving with the thumping in your head.

Bucky poked his head around the door just in time to hear you retching into the toilet bowl. Luckily there was nothing much in your stomach to make an appearance, but that didn’t make you feel any better. Bucky was at your side in an instant, holding back your hair and rubbing your back comfortingly.

I think Bucky would be a great caregiver:)

What a cute little story.

Bucky and the Bathtub

Pairing: Bucky x agent!reader

Word count: 888

Warnings: fingering and bath water

You walked through the front door and practically collapsed against it.

“You’re back!” Bucky appeared suddenly in the hallway.

“Yeah,” you said a little pathetically. You were exhausted and feeling particularly floppy.

Bucky came over and relieved you of your backpack before planting a kiss on your lips. “I’ve just finished preparing stuff for dinner. It just needs to go in the oven. Why don’t you go take a bath, the hot water should help with the aching.”

“Since when did you become an expert on aching muscles?” you asked.

“Since I got old and creaky!” Bucky laughed.

“Maybe the old man needs to come and show me how that works!” you laughed walking to the bathroom.

You sat on the edge of the bathtub, waiting for it to fill with water. Having taken a quick shower to wash off the grime and you were now only wearing a towel. Bucky walked into the bathroom as the bubbles reached the halfway mark, he walked over and turned off the tap.

Keep reading

I wish this would happen to me!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: smut, wet wet morning shower sex, nothing else, just sex.

Your alarm was always an unwelcome sound, it didn't matter that you'd programmed your phone to play The Weeknd's The Morning. It had been an attempt to make your unwillingness to get out of bed easier. You hadn't found it at all helpful and now you couldn't enjoy the song either.

Today wasn't different from any other, you hit snooze and roll over, hoping to find comfort in the warmth of Bucky’s side. But all you find is an empty bed and a cooling pillow. You pry open an eyelid to take a look around your bedroom, noticing the bathroom door ajar and swaying slightly. Assuming Bucky has decided to take a shower, you close your eye and settle back into your pillow in an attempt to snooze a little longer. It is still early, you always set your alarm earlier than needed so you have a chance to prepare for the ordeal of crawling out of the warmth of your bed.

This was one of your best pieces! The writing, the imagery, the lack of dialogue specific to our favorite winter soldier! Bravo!