Yeah That’s Right Nobody Can Resist That Guy

Almost as if he could sense you hadn’t thought beyond getting it off his face, he took hold of your wrist and raised it back to his mouth, tongue leisurely swiping along your thumb until it was clean. “Breathe, y/n.”

How can you fucking do this and then have the audacity to say breathe BUCKY FUCKING BARNES

The Surrogate [pt.2]

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: Your regular visits to Bucky have you growing closer but you hold back from letting yourself feel anything more than friendship until a visit from Nat changes that. Warnings: 18+ only, pregnancy, oral (both receiving) WC: 3182 Set after Civil War, just before Infinity War and after End Game.

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Wakanda, early 2018

Dainty hands came to rest on your growing belly and you smiled as you woke to Nat knelt beside your bed, wearing your hoodie she must have stolen at some point.

“You’re back.” You hummed sleepily before making space for her to climb in the big bed. “How did it go?”

“Oh, you know, same old same old.”

She masterfully evaded giving you any real answer but you knew it must have gone fairly smoothly as she didn’t have the haunted look in her eyes she got when things went bad. She pressed her front to yours and you let your arm come to rest on her waist and let her imagine the bump was in her stomach and not yours.

“I heard what Bucky did for you two.” She said with a sniffle and dropped her forehead to yours. “I don’t know what I would do if I lost either of you.”

Your lips tipped up at the mention of his name before you sighed. “I should have been paying more attention. I'm sorry.”

“So, you and Bucky huh?” She asked as she pushed your shirt up and felt the stretching skin beneath her palm, waiting for some movement but so far only you could feel the flutters.

“Gross, I’m pregnant.” You laughed with a shake of your head. “It would be weird.”

“I haven’t seen you interested in anyone since I met you, if you like him you should tell him. Do you like him?”

“I like his company.” You answered, praying the baby would make a proper kick so its mother would be distracted. “He’s pretty funny in a surly, sarcastic kind of way.”

A small laugh was already trying to sneak its way past your lips as you remembered your visit the other day.

“You do like him!” She grinned. “Look, I know you don’t need it but if it's something you need to hear, you have my permission.”

“Permission for what exactly?” You quirked your eyebrow and watched a sly smile grow on her face.

“Do you want the answer in graphic terms or euphemisms? Because I will happily do either. Just be careful, I don’t need his super soldier dick breaking your waters because he’s so strong.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Nat!” You gasped and sat up. “I don’t even know what to say to that…”

“What? Sex is natural, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” She smirked. “I used to go to these private clubs when I went too long without any-”

“Ok, thank you, Nat, I appreciate the thought.” You managed to say as your face heated up and you felt the need to pull the sheets back up over your face.

“He may only have one arm but I’m sure he knows exactly how to use it.”

She laughed at the strangled sound that fell from your lips before getting out of your bed.

“I have to go but I’ll be back for the 20 week scan.” She promised, leaning in long enough to press a kiss to your forehead then whisper foreign words to your bump before disappearing as fast as she arrived.

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Every time you saw Bucky now you couldn’t help but be reminded of Natasha’s words, they had been playing on your mind for weeks as you traipsed your way to his place, especially when he was expanding his garden and uprooting entire trees one handed.His bicep muscles bulged as his large hand wrapped around the trunks and toppled them down and all you could imagine was how else he used that hand. Goddammit Nat, as if my hormones were not already messed up enough. You shook the thought from your head and followed the path Bucky had scythed out of the grass for you since the snake incident.

“I think you have earned a break.” You said as you held up the bag of food you had brought.

You were treated to a smile that you hadn’t seen him give anyone else and felt the warm fluttering of butterflies in your belly as he went to the water's edge and washed the sweat from his face. He took the bag from your hand even though it wasn’t very heavy and led the way inside his hut. You looked around the room and noticed small changes that brought a fresh smile to your lips, especially the addition of a second cushion at the table.

“Smells amazing.” He said before he opened the bag. “I haven’t had a scone since my mom made them for Steve and I.”

“Your sense of smell is that sensitive?” You asked with a pitchy voice, suddenly hyper aware of the long walk you had taken to get there.

“Don’t worry, you smell good.” He chuckled before clearing his throat as he realised his words and returning to focus on opening the jar of jam with his fingers.

He was so self reliant that he would struggle through a task rather than asking for help but you didn’t think it was entirely due to stubbornness but born from being alone for so long. Placing your jacket on the hook screwed into the clay, you went to his side and held the jar so he could twist the lid off.

“I could’ve done it myself.” He frowned as he looked at you holding it.

“I know, but you don’t have to.” You said, reaching out to tuck back the long strands of hair that fell over his face.

His face was so close to yours that you couldn’t breathe and you wished he would close the distance and just kiss you. The baby had other plans as you felt the first real kick that sent your eyes wide and your jaw dropping.

“Are you alright?” Bucky asked with a sharp stab of concern as he saw you hand shoot to your stomach.

You didn’t even think, you just grabbed his arm and pressed his hand to your stomach and laughed as the kicks registered in his eyes. His eyebrows shot up his forehead and his lips broke apart with a wide, toothy smile as he felt the bumps prodding into his hand.

“Woah, never felt that before.”

The somersaults in your stomach were not entirely due to the kicks you were getting but mostly because Bucky’s hand was still resting on your skin, having brushed your shirt up to get even closer, and his calloused thumb was drawing small circles. You swallowed down the words that tempted you to break the silence but you didn’t want anything to disturb this moment as you looked into his fiercely blue eyes.

“Ay, white wolf.” Usso, a local man called from outside.

Your eyes shut with annoyance at the world and a huff that was echoed by Bucky as his hand fell away from your skin.

“Can’t catch a break.” Bucky muttered under his breath as he stepped back and went to see what his neighbour wanted.

You followed them outside and found the rainy season had stuck Usso’s cart in mud, Bucky giving you an apologetic look before setting off down the path to help pull it out. You took the disappearance of your biggest distraction to lay out two plates and prepared the scones that you had been craving. Curses announced Bucky’s arrival back and you frowned when his voice disappeared again, curious, you went outside to look for him.

Your breath caught in your lungs as you watched Bucky drop his shuka to the grassy bank and step into the water to wash the mud that practically covered him head to toe. You couldn’t look away if you tried and when he turned around to face you, you could do nothing but stare back. His hand gathered the water, cupping it and dropping it across his bare chest so it ran in streaks down his abs and over his thighs and you cursed that he still wore modern boxer briefs.

Your eyes burned as you reached the second minute without blinking and you desperately wished you were out there in the water with him, running your hands over his body and washing him clean. Your legs clenched together as another wave of desire left a pool gathering in your panties and you reminded yourself that oxygen was necessary to survive as he stepped out of the water and straight towards you.

“You’re staring, doll.” He said as he stopped in front of you, dirty shuka held beneath his white knuckled fist.

“Sorry.” You managed to whip back as you licked your dry lips. “That’s your thing.”

His lips teased you with a smirk and you felt the cool drips of water run down your arm as he leant forward, his wet hair falling over your shoulder.

“I don’t mind.”

He was already walking back to his hut before your baby brain could connect what he had said and what you thought he meant by it, what you hoped he meant by it. Disappointment hit you as you entered his home and found he had already draped a fresh shuka over his body, a look you couldn’t quite hide in time before he caught it. Any hope of what you thought might happen was doused as he took a seat on the cushion and patted the one he had made for you.

You were absolutely stuffed after two scones, with the room in your stomach being slowly encroached by a little human, and you sat back against the clay wall to rest as Bucky scarfed back almost all of the rest. You couldn’t stop the small giggle bubbling from your lips as the cream you had whipped caught on the short hairs above his lips, his tongue flicking out to try to gather it up.

“Here.” You smiled as you leant forward and caught the cream on your thumb.

Almost as if he could sense you hadn’t thought beyond getting it off his face, he took hold of your wrist and raised it back to his mouth, tongue leisurely swiping along your thumb until it was clean. “Breathe, y/n.”

Your chest shuddered as you took a shaky breath and laughed as he broke the intense stare, the familiar heat rising up your neck as you looked away. You busied your hands by gathering the empty plates and wrapping up the few remaining scones for Bucky to have later when you felt his presence behind you. You weren’t sure how long you could keep visiting when you could barely function in his presence but the thought of not seeing him sent nausea rolling in your stomach.

“Thank you.” He said quietly as he placed his hand low on your back and you automatically leant into the touch after complaining about the sciatica pain. “Is it still sore?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice as his hand began to massage your back, his super strength applying the pressure you couldn’t do yourself when you tried to ease the pain. A deep moan fell from your parted lips as you felt the pain ease for the first time since it appeared weeks earlier. It felt so good that you gripped the bench that held his kitchen supplies and pushed your hips back against his touch, feeling the hard press of his erection across your ass.

“Bucky?” You asked breathlessly and waited for his soft groan to let you know he was listening as neither of you moved. “Would it make things weird if I said my hormones have made me really…needy?”

“You need me?” He asked, sounding a little startled as his hand stopped massaging your back.

“Like really bad.” You nodded as you looked over your shoulder shyly. “Please?”

You practically whined as he pulled away and the absence left a heaviness in your chest you hadn’t expected to feel so soon. As quick as the sound left your lips you were spun around and his lips were on yours, soft and full beyond imagination and you moaned as his tongue slipped across your lips begging access. You opened to him completely as his arm curled around your back and his hand came to rest on your nape, controlling the kiss as your mind went blank to everything but him.

“How long have you been wanting this?” He asked as he began the tantalisingly slow path back up your neck.

You couldn’t lie when his tongue left your thoughts scrambled and you buried your fingers in his hair like you had been having the urge to do since the moment you met him. “Since Germany.”

A growl rumbled in his throat, sending a bolt of lightning straight to your core, and he pulled your body flush to his, his single arm able to easily support you as he walked back to the mattress on the floor. Your fingers were already working to untie the knot of his shuka when he reached his bed and you raised your arms as he tugged your shirt over your head. There wasn’t any time to feel self conscious about your changing body but you didn’t need to worry as his blue eyes bled to black and his lip was pulled between his teeth.

“So beautiful.” He murmured sweetly in your ear as he kissed the sweet spot beneath it and pushed your bra down so he could roll a stiff peak in his fingers.

“Ahh!” You cried out as you realised just how sensitive they were now and swore you almost came from the touch alone. “Oh, god, that feels so good.”

He reached back to unclip your bra as his tongue took over the delicious assault on your nipple and your knees grew weak as your pussy painfully clenched around nothing. Needing to feel more of him, your hands trailed down his chest until you reached the band of his boxers and you hooked in your fingers to push them down his hips. His mouth pulled away from your breasts panting as you stroked his hard length and felt the silken beads of pre-cum rolling down the veins that lined his cock.

“Fuck, y/n, harder.” He guided as he wrapped his hand around yours and showed you how tight he wanted your grip.

He dropped your hand as you squeezed him and his deep moan filled your ear before you dropped to your knees. His eyes fluttered open as he saw you knelt below him and he shook his head and stopped your strokes.

“Ladies first.” He said as he watched the confusion spread across your face. “Lay down, doll.”

You did as you were told, greedy for the orgasm that awaited you, and laid down on his thin, hard mattress that felt surprisingly good on your sore back. His hand popped the button on your jeans and you raised your hips so he could pull them off your legs, discarding them across the room with your drenched panties following. You could already see the look of appreciation radiating from his face as he took in every inch of your body laid before him and he brushed your legs apart so he could see your glistening core.

“So fucking wet for me.” He grinned as he settled himself between your legs, balanced on his elbow so he could slip in his fingers inside your dripping folds and curl them within you. “Oh, god, you are perfec-”

His words were lost as his lips pressed sloppy kisses to your clit and his tongue teased salacious circles around the bundle of nerves. Your legs were threatening to close around him as he started to curl his fingers over your g-spot and in time with his kitten licks on your clit, cries of pleasure filling the small room as he brought you closer to the edge of bliss. You needed something to hold and you reached for his hair, holding it tight and out of the way of his face so you could see his blue orbs roll up to look at you as he pushed you over the edge.

“Fuck, Bucky, that’s so fucking good, don’t stop, I’m gonna cum.”

You fell back into his pillow as waves of pleasure crashed over you and your pussy gripped his fingers tight, hips rolling as you rode out every lick and suck he was willing to give you. Over sensitive and completely sated you released your hold on his hair and collapsed as your head spun. His proud chuckle sent a fresh shiver across your skin and you watched his beard drip with your cum as he rose between your legs.

“I love hearing my name fall from those pretty lips.” He said as he knelt between your legs, stroking his cock that was dripping big beads out of the swollen tip.

“I can do other things with these lips too.” You said as you sat up and began to push him back into the mattress. “My turn.”

He mirrored your place just moments earlier and you knelt between his legs, gravity sending the warm pool of moisture between your legs running down your thighs. His back arched as soon as your lips pressed to his tip and the moan that followed spurred you to waste no time as you took him in your mouth. The heady scent of the cum that had escaped sent you wild and you just had to taste more of him.

“Christ, never felt anything so good.” He purred as he laced his hand in your hair and guided you up and down his cock.

You pressed your tongue flat across his shaft as you hallowed your cheeks and his hips bucked and jerked at the suction.

“Fuck, gonna cum.” He groaned as you felt his cock swell even more before the hot ropes of his cum filled your mouth.

You swallowed him down as you continued to milk him into a twitching mess and pulled away to wipe the spit that was running down your chin. His chest was heaving as he lay with his arm cast aside and his cock resting long between his legs. There wasn’t a more perfect sight you had ever seen.

“C’mere, doll.” He said as he nodded to his arm and you crawled into the narrow space left on his mattress, wondering if like with the cushions and the plates, whether he would now get a bigger bed.

“This isn’t going to be weird now, is it?” You asked as you curled into his side, draping a leg over his and your palm resting on his chest.

“Do you regret it?” He asked apprehensively as his fingers stopped tracing your spine.

“No, god no.” You hurried to respond before he worried. “Wish we did this weeks ago.”

“Good.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead so you looked up at him, then he kissed your lips until you forgot what you were talking about. “It isn’t weird.”

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A/N: so I'm guessing this will be either 3 or 4 parts, we will seen what happens as I write it lol

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If the Punisher is brought into the MCU and he’s not played by Jon Bernthal, then I don’t want it.

Well hello people who can think in their heads! I can’t !

So basically I can fonction without making sentences in my head and sometimes I force myself to actually think. And also when I read or write something there are no voices in my head.

This is earth shattering, I can’t believe there are people, who don’t think in sentences??? What the fuck is an abstract non-verbal thot? Y’all hoes think in Pictionary???? What the fuck

Good To You - 4.

This is how I see this particular Bucky

i’m back hehe :) how about a bit of friends to lovers with reader and bucky admitting their feelings to each other and growing into their relationship all while the team watches them fall deeper by the day? in a fluffy and soft mood tonight

Sorry it took so long, I spent so long trying to think of a scene for this to take place that I caused myself a writers block.

Not Enough || Bucky

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, kissing and touching, sexual tension and themes WC: 1.8k

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“I feel stupid.” You groaned as you tugged at your costume.

“I think it’s cute.” Bucky smirked and bopped you on your nose that was painted pink.

You wrinkled it up both in irritation at him and the costume he chose. The leotard rode up in all the worst places and the fishnet stockings were the cheap kind that dug into your skin rather than stretching over it. Whoever at the costume shop helped him pick the playboy bunny get-up should be forced to endure it as long as you did.

“You think it’s cute because you chose it. I mean look, you can see my ass.”

“I know, it’s great.” He nodded as he licked lips.

“Everyone is going to see my ass. Oh, maybe I’ll wag my little tail and finally get to bring a bed buddy home.” You pointed out and suddenly the costume was his enemy.

“Strip now.” He ordered without a hint of humour in his tone.

“Uh-uh, you chose this Bucky. And I am going to wear the shit out of it.”

Ever since Wanda let slip that Bucky liked you more than just friends, you had been trying to get him to admit it, because the truth was you were desperately, hopelessly, head over heels for him. Unfortunately, aside from a few moments like this, he never showed any sign of liking you as anything but his friend. Picking up your clutch from the table, you began to make your way to the door only for Bucky’s body to block it.

“Please, y/n.” He begged. “Here, at least wear this.”

He pulled his cape off his shoulders and draped it over yours, the hem of it almost touching the floor. It literally covered you from head to toe and you placed your hand on your hip as he tied the bow at your neck.

“Why do you care so much if people see my assets huh?” You asked with a bit of attitude. “Do you have something to confess?”

He winced as he bit his lip, something that wouldn’t hurt him any other day but the porcelain vampire teeth he wore pierced his lip. “Wha-what, no.”

Your eyebrows shot up at his scoff and your hand rose to your lips as you realised Wanda was right. He was totally lying to you and he should’ve known better.

“James Buchanan Barnes, you did not just lie to your best friend!” You gasped and turned away so he couldn’t see your smile growing. “How could you?”

Your shoulders trembled as you stifled your giddy laugh but he heard the soft sounds and thought they were tears. “I’m sorry, doll, I didn’t mean to make you cry. Don’t cry.”

“I thought we promised to tell each other everything.” You reminded him.

“What do you want me to say, doll?” He asked quietly in your ear, his chest pressed against your back as his arms wrapped around your waist. “That I’ll be jealous of anyone who gets to feel you wrapped around them? That I’ll be fucking jealous because I want you all to myself? If I say that then we can’t be friends anymore.”

“Why not?” You asked barely above a whisper.

“Because it will never be enough.”

You turned in his arms and wrapped your arms around his neck, something you had done plenty of times before but this was the first time there was an air of insecurity around both of you. “I want you to say all those things.”

His blue eyes widened and the sharp points of his teeth peeked through as a small smile tipped up his lips. “Yeah? You want to hear how jealous I get when I see guys checking you out?”

“I really do.” You nodded as you drew your bottom lip between your teeth.

“It takes every ounce of my control not to throw you over my shoulder and lock you in my room.” He said, fire igniting in his eyes at the thought. “Keep you all to myself.”

A soft moan escaped your lips at the thought and you tugged the short hair that your fingers were running through. All thought of consequence was gone as you pulled his head towards yours and he put up no resistance. His kiss started soft as he brushed his lips against yours but soon he groaned at the taste and pulled you in deeper until you pulled away with a hiss.

“Ouch.” You chuckled as you touched your lip that had been pierced by the teeth he wore. “Those are dangerous.”

His fingers were already reaching to pull them off but you stopped him. “We still have to go to Tony’s birthday party, remember?”

“Fuck.” He groaned and pressed his palm to his jeans. “You live to torture me.”

You turned around as you removed the cape and wiggled the fluffy bunnies tail, looking over your shoulder innocently. “This is torture? Oh dear, just wait until we get downstairs.”

His eyes were still fixed firmly on your ass that was moving away from him and you made it out the door before his brain caught up. Your laugh echoed the halls as you raced away to the elevator and you smashed at the button as his footsteps caught up.

“You’re gonna pay for that later, doll.” He promised as the door opened you he stepped in before it closed.

His body trapped you in the corner and you were surrounded by his endless reflections in the mirrored walls. Your chest was hammering with anticipation and the rise and fall of your breasts pushed up by the costume left him breathless. He was careful of his teeth as he placed kisses along your neck, lightly grazing the sharp points over your racing pulse and you combed your fingers through his hair with a heady moan. “I can’t wait.”

The doors suddenly opened to the floor of the party and you caught Wanda and half of the crowd watching you and Bucky untangle yourselves.

“I don’t like this.” Tony said as he pointed between the two of you. “This is my party and I don’t like sharing the spotlight.”

You sighed as you heard the laugh in his voice before he threw his arm around you and pulled you away from Bucky. “So why was I the last to find out about this? Love the costume by the way, it reminds me of my favourite decade.”

“Thank Bucky, he chose it.” You snickered as you looked around and found him brooding in the corner as he watched you walk away from him. “Wow Pepper looks amazing, wait, is that someone hitting on her?”

Tony’s head shot around looking for his girlfriend and you slipped out from under his arm as he left in search of her. Shaking your head you made your way to Bucky, stopping only at the bar and ordering his favourite drink before continuing. A few men tried to talk to you but you only had eyes for one and ducked out of the others paths.

“What’s Baby doing in the corner?” You teased as you held his glass out to him.

He chuckled as he took the peace offering and tried to take a drink. He couldn’t quite get his lips around it because of the vampire teeth and a drop of scotch clung to his full bottom lip. Unable to resist, you rose up on your toes, tongue rolling across the droplet and gathering it as you shared the taste of it on his tongue.

“People are staring.” He murmured against your lips as his hands pulled your hips closer to him.

“Let them stare.” You replied before taking his hand in yours and pulling away. “I want to dance.”

You weren’t sure why so many people were staring, most of them had seen the two of you dancing plenty of times before, then you realised you weren’t just dancing. You were drowning in the endless blue of his eyes, you were reliving every moment that led to this. You were remembering the many nights like this that led to Bucky carrying your drunk self to bed, or leaving painkillers and water on your bedside for when you woke. You were remembering all the times he had fed you or brought your gifts just because he thought they would make you smile and how every time you told him you loved him.

This wasn’t just dancing. This was the moment you realised you were falling in love.

You could hear their whispers and if you could then Bucky definitely could. Looking across the table you found his smirk growing as the gossip spread around the common room. His fingers traced over your wrist as your hand rested on the table top, his other hand stabbing food onto his fork before offering you a taste. It still surprised you that he could cook, you were sure he was secretly ordering the food and just putting it on plates but then you had spent an hour watching him shirtless in the kitchen, making the dish from scratch. Both the cook and the food were mouthwatering.

“I’m starting to think you like the attention.” You teased after finishing your mouthful.

“I can’t say I don’t enjoy the chaos it's caused.” He chuckled. “But there’s only one person whose attention I want.”

“Keep being all smooth like that and we won’t be going anywhere today.” You said as you stood and took the empty plate to the sink, stealing a kiss as you did. “But that is probably your plan. Are you scared?”

“Am I scared?” He scoffed.

“He’s petrified.” Wanda called out from the table her and Vision were sitting at.

“It’s not everyday I meet someone’s family for the first time.” He defended himself.

“Someone’s?” You cocked your eyebrow and he rolled his eyes.

“You know what I mean, my girlfriend's family.” He reiterated. “But I’m not scared.”

“Oh baby,” you sighed as you took a seat on his lap and tucked his hair behind his ears, “what have I said about lying to me…what am I going to do with you?”

“Please don’t ask him that again.” Wanda groaned as she tossed the rest of her half eaten bagel back on the plate and caught Vision’s confused face. “I’ll show you later.”

The couple left together and you just had to know what had left the Scarlet Witch with scarlet cheeks. The cocky look on Bucky’s face let you know it was something that would leave your legs trembling and you squirmed on his lap at the thought. His laugh teased your neck and he gently lifted you off his lap until you were standing beside him pouting. He rose from his chair after and kissed the pout away before draping his arm over your shoulder.

“I would love to show you, doll, but I have some very important people to meet. We should get going.”

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God I LOVE YOU SO MUCH !

You cannot imagine how this mad me happy from the moment I started reading I had a smile on my face !! It feels so good to read something that I can relate to a 100% !

(Also I’m sorry for reading it so late I had a busy day but I was so exited when I saw the notification)

I cannot explain how grateful I am for this ! THANK YOUUU

It was perfect 🤩

Heeey babeee !! I wanted to ask something but only if you are comfortable writing about it

Bucky with Muslim reader and like him kinda learning about it because you know the 40’s and like maybe him being confused at first and like with time he learns about it and start doing things for the reader to make it easy on her

(Idk if this ask makes sens I’m kinda scared to send it because when I ask for Muslim reader people just ignore me )

Since it’s almost Ramadan I have based it around this ❤️ Thank you for entrusting me with this, I hope you enjoy it xx No warnings just sweet Bucky and fluffiness!

Ramadan with Bucky

The kitchen was busier than usual, then again most days were busier than usual with half the population suddenly reappearing. There were twice as many hungry mouths to feed and yet the volunteer numbers had dropped off to take care of their own families who had returned. Not one to complain, you worked twice as fast to dish up plates of food for the people desperate for what could possibly be the only meal they had that day.

“Heads up, your boyfriend’s here.” Your friend nudged you as she nodded her head to the door.

You looked up and smiled as Bucky made his way through the crowd, a few of the veterans stopping him to shake hands until he reached the table you were set up at. He pulled on a pair of gloves and squeezed through the other volunteers, asking to swap places until he was next to you and in charge of putting a bread roll on each plate that went by. You hadn’t been sure he would actually come when you first invited him but a year later he was still there every week, albeit when hero duty called.

The day Bucky moved into the building you had been living in was the day everything changed for you. His company seemed to make everything better no matter how rough your day was, even before you got to talking just a smile across the hall could make all the difference. It had taken him weeks to summon the courage and talk to you until one day when you both arrived at the building door at the same time.

“I hope it’s not too forward of me but do you want to go to lunch?” He asked nervously. “With me, um, obviously.”

You had chuckled as he tipped his head back and whispered ‘seriously, Bucky” to himself before you shook your head. “I would love to but I can’t right now, it’s Ramadan.”

His eyebrows pinched together at the unfamiliar word and he fidgeted with his house keys. “Uh, yeah it’s no worries. I get it.”

“You have no idea, do you?”

He shook his head with a shy smile. “I have no idea, but I would love to hear you tell me about it.”

That was a year ago and Bucky had come so far.

“Ramadan mubarak.”

His greeting warmed your heart and you felt your neck heating up under your hijab as you returned the greeting. “Has Sam been giving you lessons?”

“He tried but apparently I’m not very good at listening to him. At least that's what I think he said.”

His lopsided grin left you disarmed and it wasn’t until your friend nudged you that you remembered what you were doing and handed another plate of food over with an apology.

“I was thinking, you should invite your family over for iftar.” You nearly dropped the plate you were holding at his suggestion. “It’s closer to the mosque from our place anyway.”

“Are you sure?” You asked between handing over plates. “I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

“I’m sure, doll. It’s your religion, a part of who you are. Plus, I think it’s time I met your family. Unless you don’t want me to.”

“Of course I do.” You assured him with a smile. “I’d really like that.”

You were exhausted as you walked up the many flights of steps to your apartment, the first week of fasting leaving you tired at the end of the day. Thankfully Bucky was with you, carrying your bags and promising you that you were almost at the top as he helped you with his arm around your back. He took your keys and unlocked the door, getting you settled on the couch while he hung your bag behind the door.

“Get some rest, doll.” Bucky said as he pressed his lips to your forehead. “I’ll see you later.”

He draped the blanket from the back of your couch over your body as you nestled into the cushions to have a rest before it was time for iftar. You could still remember his confusion last year when you had explained Ramadan. He had grown up during the Great Depression and found it difficult to understand why you would fast when he had first hand felt the hunger pains of a home empty of food. After listening to your explanation and asking a few questions of his own, he had understood and wanted to help make the month long celebration easier for you.

“I forgot to say,” Bucky’s voice startled you as the door opened and you hadn’t expected him to come back to your apartment until sunset so you had removed your hijab, “I went to the market earlier. Oh, sorry!”

He spun around, facing his own apartment door as you pulled the blanket over your head to protect your modesty with a squeak and you repinned the material in place, checking your hair was all tucked away before lowering the blanket.

“I should have knocked, shit, I’m sorry.” He dropped his head.

“It was an accident.” You gave him a small smile so he would relax a bit and nodded to the bag in his hand as you stood up. “What’s that?”

“Oh, yeah I went to the market and got you some fresh dates.” He said holding it up. “I figure like most things they have to be better when they are fresh.”

“Thank you, Bucky.” You said as your voice threatened to break at the sweet thought. “I invited my parents over tonight, I hope you don’t mind, they sounded really excited. My father wanted to know if you would come with us to the mosque after dinner.”

“I don’t think I would be welcome in any holy place.” His lips pulled into a sad smile. “The things I did as the Winter Soldier…”

“If any one does evil or wrongs his own soul but afterwards seeks God’s forgiveness, he will find God Oft-forgiving, Most Merciful.” You recited as you took his metal hand in his. “You are welcome but only come if you are comfortable. There are lots of people who come and observe during Ramadan, you wouldn’t be alone.”

“Wouldn’t I be with you?” He frowned, he always walked you there and waited outside but what went on inside the mosque was still something of a mystery to him.

“Women have a separate space for prayer.”

“So you father was-”

“Wanting to spend time with you.” You grinned. “That’s a good thing.”

“Ok.” He nodded, his back straightening as his resolve set in. “I can do this, it’ll be good.”

“You’ve got this.” You said with a squeeze to his hand. “I’m sure you’ve met plenty of women's parents in your 107 years.”

“Never, actually.” He laughed as he pulled you into a hug. “In my day we only met parents if we were serious or thinking about proposing.”

“I’m glad you think this is serious.”

“I’ve never been so serious in my life.” He admitted softly. “Imagine if Steve could see me now. He would love you, but probably think you are too kind for my surliness.”

“You’re not surly, ok, not so much anymore.” You said as you stifled a yawn.

“Get some rest, I won’t distract you anymore.” He said as he released you from the hug.

“I’ll see you later, right?” You asked as he opened your door. “When mom and dad get here?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

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Enamored [34] - The Masquerade

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback my loves, you’re amazing!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please let me know what you think, thank you! ❤ And as always, thank you @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter and the story❤

Summary: Anything can happen at a masquerade.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules.

Word Count: 5500

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You had always loved masquerades.

Picking a costume and a mask was almost as fun as the ball itself and now that your costume was here, you could hardly wait until the ball tonight.

When you woke up the next morning, the whole house was buzzing. The preparations were almost over, but of course there were always last minute changes and Aunt Lavinia had insisted on supervising everything with Cecily. Instead of sitting down to have breakfast, you just grabbed your plate and made your way to the ballroom, humming a tune to yourself. If your mother were here, she would have surely scolded you for carrying your plate around and not eating while sitting down, and yet, you were curious to see how the ballroom looked.

And as soon as you got there, you held your breath, stopping dead on your tracks.

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I am so weak for bucky that I would have stayed either way

And this was fucking hot

Hello lovely person I just got my period so I’m depressed !

Let’s make me even more depressed with this prompt please

“ you know, if you’re trying to make me feel guilty, you’ve succeeded.” With my lovely babe bucky please and also can the reader be the one to say it (I don’t know if this sentence made sense but let’s ignore it )

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Warnings: 18+ only, sparring/fights, rough blowjob, roughish sex, slight degradation, unprotected sex WC: 1278

First rule: don’t get attached Second rule: reread first rule Third rule: leave when you get attached

Those were the rules you lived by and the rules you would die by, after all, you can’t get your heart broken if you never let anyone into it.

“Look at that, Barnes.” You smirked as he was thrown to the ground once again by Steve, the sweat from his face leaving a streak of shine across the vinyl mat flooring. “I didn’t realise you were the janitor.”

“Do you really have to antagonise him?” Steve huffed as he caught his friend around the waist and stopped him from making his way over to you. “You two need to sort this rivalry out.”

“There is no rivalry, he’s not even in the same league as me.” Your flippant attitude pissed the soldier off even more but he was so easy to wind up it was impossible to resist.

“Let go of me.” Bucky growled as he tore himself from Steve’s arms and left the gym, leaving you with the deeply disappointed Captain.

“Oh, don’t give me that patronising look.” You rolled your eyes and bumped his shoulder. “You’re the one who used his face for a mop.”

“Please, y/n, just go and apologise.”

“Fine, but if you hear us going at it, don’t you dare try to intervene.” You warned. “He could do with a little smackdown. You never told me he would have as big an attitude as me.”

“No one comes close to you.” Steve laughed and began to pick up the training mats. “Just don’t destroy the whole floor this time.”

Your lips curled up in a dark smile as you remembered the last round with Barnes. “No promises, Cap.”

The air was crushed from your chest the second you entered Bucky’s room, your back being shoved roughly against the wall. “What took you so long?” He growled as his mouth attacked your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

“Sowing seeds in the old Captain's head.” You answered with a moan as his hand slipped beneath the waistband of your leggings and over your mound. “Can’t have him finding out the truth can we.”

Your hands were tearing his shirt over his head and his lips lost contact with yours for a second before you crashed back together, gentleness wasn’t in your nature or his. His vibranium hand took your wrists and pinned them above your head, your strength nothing compared to the advanced weapon he had been armed with, literally.

“Such a fucking drama queen.” He growled as his warm fingers teased your wet slit, two thick digits slipping inside.

“You seem to enjoy the act well enough.” You teased as you rolled your hips into his touch and moaned as he reached the sweet spot.

“Enough talking, on your knees.”

He let go of your wrists and you dropped to your knees, pulling his pants down as you went and freeing his thick cock from his boxers. Your mouth was watering as you gripped his shaft tightly and rolled your wrist, licking the bead of cum that was already pooling at the slit. His hands planted against the wall and his hips pushed forward, pushing his cock past your lips and you opened your mouth wider to take him.

You hummed at his musky taste filling your mouth and relaxed your throat before his large hand covered your head and held you still so he could fuck your face. Your throat convulsed at the assault and your pussy throbbed with every thrust he dealt you, your spit running down your chin.

“Fuck, can’t mouth off now can you.” He grunted as your nails dug into the tense muscles of his thighs.

Your hand slid up until it cupped his balls, a small squeeze earning a deep moan but also warning him that you were still in control despite what he thought. All too soon he was pushing deeper than you could breathe, your eyes watering, and you pushed him back to gasp fresh air in your lungs. There wasn’t any time to recover before he hooked his hand under your arms and pulled you to your feet, needing to feel you wrapped around his cock.

You were already pushing your leggings and panties down over your hips and kicking them off as you pushed him back towards his bed, his knees hitting the edge and sending him falling on his back. It was your turn to pin his hands above his head as you climbed on his lap and impaled yourself down his length with a satisfied sigh, rolling your hips and taking your pleasure from him. His eyelids were hooded as he bent his knees and thrust up into you, your head tipping back with a cry as he bumped your cervix.

“God, I hate you so much.” You moaned as he tore his hand from your grip and pressed his thumb to your clit. “But you fuck so good.”

“That right, doll?” He chuckled. “I don’t think you hate me at all.”

“Just shut up and fuck me, Barnes.”

His smirk grew before he flipped you over and bent your knees to your chest. Your head was spinning from the short breaths you were forced to take in the position he put you in and you knew you would have bruises from the tight grip he had on your thighs. You loved the marks he left but you were also very wary of where he left them, not wanting the team to know the two of you were fucking.

“Look at that pretty pussy.” He said with a lick of his lips as he watched his cock disappearing at your entrance. “Taking my cock so well.”

You cried out as he added a finger to your cunt and felt the burning stretch before he pulled it and ran the juices he had gathered over your clit, teasing and swirling it as your legs began to tremble. Heat flashed over your body as your orgasm built, your walls fluttering around him and tightening with every long stroke.

“Don’t stop, oh please, don’t stop.” You begged as your body hung suspended by invisible strings, Bucky the puppetmaster.

His own pace faltered as he felt your muscles clamp down and those invisible strings were cut, limbs losing all ability to function as waves of pleasure wracked your body. Unable to hold back as your pussy gripped and massaged him, he came with a deep moan of his own and let your legs fall around him as he twitched inside your deliciously aching cunt. He wasn’t in any rush to pull out as your aftershocks sent ripples up cock and soft moans from his mouth in his sensitive state of bliss.

Pushing him off you, you brushed away his hand that tried to curl around your waist. “Stay the night, doll, no one is going to give a shit. We’re both consenting adults.”

“You know that’s not how I roll. I have rules for a reason.”

“Fuck the rules, we could wake up like this everyday, sex every morning, in the shower.” His promises sounded good but you reminded yourself of the first rule. “Guess you really are just using me like every other woman has.”

“You know, if you’re trying to make me feel guilty, you’ve succeeded.” You said as you pulled your panties up your legs.

“So stay.” He said as he opened his blankets for you.

“Sorry, Barnes, rules are rules.”

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reading this was more cathartic than expected