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Fight For You - A Bucky Barnes AU

Brooklyn, New York.

At the annual local boxing championship, Y/N is the leading medical specialist on call. It’s a whole new environment, and despite the drastic change, she loves it.

Bucky Barnes is the reigning boxing champion of Brooklyn. Virtually undefeated, this tattoo artist by day, boxer by night is someone that is now fighting his way into Y/N’s head. And she’s helpless in front of his winning streak.

Pairing: Boxer!Tattoo Artist!Bucky x reader

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Epilogue

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Sweeter than Sugar

Summary: She broke his heart but you're not going to let her win. Bucky deserves the best and you're going to give it to him.

Pairing: Chubby Baker!Bucky x Reader, mentions of former relationship with OFC.

Word Count: 4K

Warnings: Smut, Oral (fem receiving), body shaming by OFC, language, mentions of insecurities. painful break up (not reader) bit angst, fluff. As always 18+ only.

A/N: Do not copy, rewrite, repost or translate my works. Comments and reblogs are welcomed. Beta'd by the lovely @deann and @makbarnes but all mistakes are my own.

A/N II: @star-spangled-bingo 2021 Squared filled: Curtain fic and @gotnofucks Body positivity challenge

"Wait till you try this. I think this is my best batch yet." Bucky promises as he pulls the tray out of the oven with his vibranium hand.

You cringe for a second before remembering that he can handle the heat.

You stretch, looking around the large bright kitchen. A fresh breeze floats through the open window carrying in notes of rain and freshly cut grass and the faint sounds of the neighbor's kids playing with their dogs.

Leaning back in your seat, you turn your gaze back to him, a faint smile on your lips as he blows on the pastries, cute little puffs he named after you.

His blue eyes shine under the soft yellow lights, an apron under the swell of his pudgy belly. He looks incredible, wearing only a pair of black boxers that stretch across the curves of his ass. His hair is pulled back into a small bun at the nape of his neck, and there's always something smeared across his cheek.

Yesterday, it had been red velvet frosting, and today, cherry.

Bucky scoops a puff on to a small white plate, grabbing a fork from the drawer. He beams, his entire face radiant as he walks towards you.

That's the look that makes your stomach twist and leaves you feeling dizzy.

Dating Bucky has been a dream. He's loving, kind and he looks at you with such love that you lose your breath just thinking about him.

According to him, you've improved his life in several ways; he swears his food tastes better now, that you somehow make his cakes perfect, his frostings sweeter, and well, he can’t look at a peach without grinning like a drunk-in-love idiot.

You’ve spent many late mornings and lazy afternoons watching him patter around the kitchen, listening to him explain his baking processes while you lounge in a chair.

You don’t understand half of what he’s saying, but he speaks with such passion, his hands animatedly flying in the air as he talks about chocolates, melting points, and the differences in pans.

Bucky has discovered early on that he loves to watch you eat. To be more specific, if it's his food. Only his food, if he’s being honest. He gets so nervous every time that his stomach plummets because he wants to make things for you.

Give you so many things.

Starting with your own custom-made pastry.

“Here, Peach, it just melts on your tongue,” his deep voice lowering to a near moan.

He slips the pastry into your open mouth, his thumb grazing over your bottom lip as you swallow. Oh, your eyes almost roll back in your head when the flavors explode on your taste buds. You’ve never tasted anything that wonderful.

“Oh my god, Bucky,” you gasp, leaning forward for more. “I-that’s so good! Can I have another?”

He grins, lopsided and wide, his heart thundering so hard it feels like it might fly out of his chest. Bucky will give you pastries as much as you want if you keep looking at him like that. He puts his all into his baking and the fact that you enjoy it makes him feel as if he can walk on air.

Bucky kisses your forehead as you chew, pushing away from the table, he slides on his sock-covered feet to the fridge. “What do you want to drink?”

“What do we have?” You giggle as he dances in front of the fridge, calling out options for you.

It’s hard to believe that the carefree man in front of you is the same one that was ashamed to remove his shirt a few weeks ago.

Bucky holds your hands at your sides, fingers laced between yours as he feasts between your thighs. He promised to make you come for him at least three times and you swear it’s been double that by now. His warm, wet tongue flicking over your swollen, sensitive clit over and over, sucking and pulling it into his mouth like he can’t get enough of you.

You moan incoherently, voice hoarse from begging and mewling, your legs limp around his broad shoulders. “Buc-Bucky, oh right there, Bucky,” you plead, feeling pressure build in your belly as his tongue traces patterns over you.

Bucky grinned, his face covered in your slick. He can’t remember the last time he had a better meal in his life. “That’s my girl, so sweet, need one more taste, just a little more,” he whispers before his lips wrap around your clit again. Your mouth falls open in a wordless scream, back arching off the bed when he gently shakes his head, sucking so hard that you see stars.

Bucky groans actually groans deep and vulgar when you cum,and you feel it as your body explodes, waves of pleasure surging through you until you’re gushing on his beard. He eases up, nuzzling into your puffy folds as you come down from your high. Bucky looks up, his dark slate-blue eyes taking in your heaving chest, a bead of sweat rolling down your belly.

“One more?” he says hopefully, wanting to dive back into your pussy.

Your eyes widen as you frantically shake your head. “No. Oh no. Bucky, I can’t, I really can’t, I’m not sure I can handle any more.” You laugh breathlessly, tugging one of your hands free from his tight grip. You rake your fingers through his hair, smiling down at him. "Besides, I’ve been dreaming about you fucking me until I can’t walk.”

A faint blush sweeps across his cheeks as he averts his eyes. “Peach,” he mumbles shyly like he just didn’t spend the past hour worshiping your pussy with his mouth.

Bucky stands up, wiping a hand down his face. He stares at his glistening palm for a second, and then his pink tongue darts out, swiping across the wet surface. You wonder if he’s aware that he's moaning, your pussy throbbing at the guttural sounds.

“You’re filthy,” you jest when he does it again. His face gets even redder as he sucks on his finger.

“You taste better than my pies,” he retorts. “I could eat you all day, every day.”

“Tomorrow, for sure, but right now I want you inside me.”

His smile drops a little when you tell him to get undressed. He’s been dreading this moment, doing everything he can to avoid it. You scoot back on the bed, reaching out for him. Bucky looks down at his body, at his belly, his eyes narrowing, he scratches the back of his neck, telling himself he can do this.

He lifts the edge of his navy blue Henley, freezing when he hears her voice in his head. “Who would want a fatty? No one is going to love you looking like that.” Even now it stings thinking about her. Bucky glances over at you, his heartbreaking at the thought of you rejecting him.

Bucky drops his shirt and reaches for the lamp. “One second.” He says. An unmistakable hint of sadness in his voice has you sitting up. He’s never sounded like that before.

You tilt your head to the side, searching his face. “Bucky, what’s wrong?”

“Just gonna turn the lights off first.” The corner of his lips lifts in a weak, watery smile.

You move to your knees and grab his large hand before he can switch them off. “Why?”

Bucky swallows, “no reason, just like the lights off, 'is all.”

Bucky’s admittedly good at a lot of things, but lying isn’t one of them. He briefly meets your gentle gaze, worry and fear swimming in his beautiful clear blue eyes.

Placing your hands on his chest, you grab his chin. “Bucky, look at me.” He immediately follows your soft command. “What’s wrong? Did I do something?”

Bucky blinks, shaking his head, almost confused at the thought that you could do anything wrong. “No, no, you’re perfect! It’s me. I don’t wanna disappoint you.” His voice tapers off in a whisper, hearing her sharp laughter the last night they were together. “I know I’m fat, so it would be better if we turned off the lights, that way you don’t have to look at me. “

You stare at your generous, doting boyfriend. “Why wouldn’t I want to look at you?,” you question, befuddled because who on earth would jump at the chance to see a naked Bucky Barnes.

He shrugs a shoulder, his somber eyes drifting down. He grabs his belly and jiggles it. Another shrug followed by a quiet, “I look different with my clothes off.”

You crane your head back, “I love your belly, it’s perfect. Who made you feel like you have to hide it?”

Bucky sighs, rubbing his cheek into your palm. “My ex, Moxie- “

Bucky dated her two years ago. She latched on to him when he and Steve bought the bakery, wanting to be the girlfriend of the rising baking star.

Bucky slowly gained weight as he sampled his baking and designed dessert menus for local restaurants, his joy for baking expanding each day, finally getting to see his dreams become reality.

He hadn’t noticed the changes in his body until one night Moxie cruelly pointed them out.

He was getting ready for bed, eager to be with his girl after a full day of running around. He had been telling her about how another restaurant wanted his input, so excited to share his news that he didn’t notice the way she glared at him.

Tossing his shirt in the hamper, he turned to her and smiled, his hands on his belt. “I’ve been thinking about you all day baby, I can’t- “

Moxie sneered at him, pretending to gag. “Are you serious?”

Bucky’s brows furrowed. “Um, what?”

“Um, what,” she mocked, pulling the blanket up to her chest. There's a pause, tension seeping into the room. “You know what, I have to say it, I can't take this anymore James. Look at you and look at me, why the fuck would I let you touch me anymore?”

Moxie sighed, “can you put on your shirt back on or something because that- “she gestured at him “-is disgusting” She let out an irritated groan when he flinched at her words.

A punch to the gut would have hurt less. Bucky felt his heart split. “Moxie,” he whispered, unable to find words to express the pain currently ripping through him.

“Look, I didn’t sign up for this, you were in shape when we got together, what the hell happened to you? Why do you think I stopped letting you touch me.” She ranted, ignoring his soft pleas for her to stop.

“Either lose the weight or I’ll fuck Steve, at least he still looks good.” She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, yawning, “can you go somewhere else, I don’t want you accidentally rolling over me and squishing me in your sleep.”

His mouth floundered open, but he couldn’t speak. It all hurt too much, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe, the air was too thick and his chest grew tighter with each breath; he needed to get away, terrified of what might happen if he cried in front of her.

Bucky shuffled out the room, his heart shattering with every step. He thought she was happy, that he made her happy. Her laughter following him out to the hallway made his head droop even more.

What did he do wrong?

He spent the night on the couch, staring at his old pictures through tear-filled eyes, Bucky always had a little fullness to him, but he was always happy with his body. And he had been having so much fun with the grand opening and all the new opportunities that he never noticed that he stopped needing belts and his shirts were a little snug over his belly.

Bucky called Steve, his best friend fuming when he told him what happened. By the time he was done speaking with him, Bucky felt a little better, his heart may have been in pieces but he knew what he needed to do.

He kicked her out the next morning.

Much to Moxie’s surprise and Bucky's. He may be chubby but he's not going to be her pushover either.

Bucky ignored her apologies and said she had to go. It shocked her when Steve had shown up with a roll of garbage bags, tossing them at her feet with a sharp quip that he doesn’t fuck losers. Both men stood side by side, watching silently as she packed her belongings.

The only things she left behind were his broken heart and a few nagging insecurities that plagued him.

He finishes, his broad shoulders slumped under the weight of his confession, you want nothing more than to stamp out the sadness marring his beautiful eyes.

“I thought she loved me but--“ he sighs, “--I don’t want you to look at me the way she did, I love you too much, Peach, and I know I should probably lose a few -”

You’ve never been angrier in your life. You want to punch little Ms. Moxie in her throat, she better hope she never runs into you because they will have to pry you off of her.

Clearing your head, you clasp his face in your hands and pull him down for a kiss. “Bucky Barnes, you are the sweetest man I know, you’re beautiful and I love everything about you.”

You silence his objections with another kiss. “I mean it Bucky, I love all of you. You don’t need to change anything.”

Bucky swallows the small protest, letting himself relax. You’re not her, you won’t hurt him. Placing a kiss on his soft, round belly, you murmur, “you have no idea how sexy you are, honey.”

You stand on the bed, holding on to his bicep for balance, and tug his shirt off. Looking down at him, you bite your lip. He’s ridiculously handsome and you’re going to prove it to him.

You pepper kisses along the curve of his neck as you sink back down, praising him and telling him how much you love him, describing in vivid detail how each part of his body is perfect.

His confidence and love for you growing with each word. By the time you reach the band of his boxers, he panting, his eyes darkening with an almost feral need to possess you.

Bucky tears off the last barrier keeping you from him and he pounces. You giggle as he pushes you into the soft blankets, the solid, comforting weight of his body encompassing you as he kisses you with such passion you forget to breathe. His warm lips melding into yours, his wet tongue dipping into your mouth, the taste of you still lingering on his tongue as it dips into your mouth.

Bucky reaches down with one hand, grabbing his cock, his other hand cupping the back of your head as he deepens the kiss. He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead on yours so he can gaze into your eyes. Bucky watches your mouth fall open, a gasp pouring out when he guides his thick cock into you.

He rolls his hips, moving deeper into your wet, hot heat. “That’s it Peach, you’re so good,” He brushes his lips across yours, swallowing your oh Bucky as he stretches your tight pussy around him. The slight burn gives aways to pure bliss, you circle your hips after a minute. A quiet I’m ready breathed into his mouth.

Bucky thrusts languidly into your pussy, each deliberate slow drag of his throbbing cock against your soft walls sends bursts of pleasure up your belly and down your spine. His lovemaking tender, yet so possessive that your head is reeling.

He makes sure that you feel all of him, each inch as you clench down, greedy for more of him, even as he goes deeper and deeper, his soft lips caressing your neck. His body keeping you pinned, so you have to take everything he’s giving you.

That pressure builds again, heavy and hot in your belly, digging your heels into the top of his thighs, you meet his strokes, pleading with him to please move a little faster, you need it so bad.

You don’t have to beg; he wants you to cum for him; he wants to feel your sweet pussy flutter around him as you cry out his name.

Bucky sucks a bruise on your throat, his hips pounding into yours. The headboard smacking against the wall with each powerful thrust. The dull thuds drowned out by your loud moans, the pressure getting more intense.

“Bucky,—” you cry out, scratching his lower back when he grinds his hips down, “—oh fuck, do that, do that again,” you frantically chant, slapping your hands on his ass, keening when he does, god yes, he does it just right, hitting a tender spot inside your cunt so hard that you bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming.

“That it Peach, is that what you need.” He slips a hand between your bodies, his wide fingers circling your clit, “Go on, cum for me, give it to me Peach, be my good girl, and cum for me.”

You do, your walls clenching down as the pressure snaps, sensations firing off as your orgasms winds through you. Bucky’s pace falters, becomes erratic when he feels you milking his cock, unable to hold himself back any longer he lets himself go, relishing in your warmth until he spills inside you.

He tries to roll off of you, but you wrap your arms around him, murmuring for him to stay for a minute. You smooth your hands over his slick back, Bucky relaxes on top of you, grinning at your contented sigh. “I love you Peach.”

“Love you too,” you respond, plotting all the ways you’re going to let him know how much he means to you.

After that night, you began to praise Bucky, complimenting his body every chance you got, smacking his ass whenever he walked past you, hugging and kissing him.

The first couple of weeks, he would hide his face behind one of his large hands and his cheeks would resemble one of his bright red apples. “Peach, you don’t have to, I mean I’m-” he would stammer each time, always tucking his hair behind his ears.

It took you three days to figure out that he has a praise kink and you amped it. He barely opened his eyes before you were saying something that made him hide his face behind his pillow, laughing when you wiggled under it to tell him how good he looks when he smiles.

While you loved making him blush, you cherished how confident he became. And you reaped the benefits, one second he was a bashful baker with buttercream frosting on his forehead, the next he was bending you over his counter, railing you so good you couldn’t even scream his name.

After a while, he stopped avoiding the bathroom mirror in the mornings. And you couldn’t wipe the grin off your face, the first time you saw him cooking, shirtless, in the kitchen. He turned when he heard your footsteps, his face turning that familiar shade of red as you openly gawked.

“C’mon Peach, don’t you start-” he playfully grumbles, his lip twitching as he held in his smile, he moved back to the frying pan turning off the stove as he braces himself.

You squeal, flinging yourself at him, peppering his back with kisses. You couldn’t contain the litany of praises on your tongue, so proud of him. Bucky twisted in your grasp, cupping your face in his hands. “God I love you Peach.”

Bucky and Steve are celebrating the grand opening of another bakery. The largest one to date. The new building is full of investors, press, other bakers and chefs, a live band playing in the corner, drinks, and food everywhere, and of course the tower of desserts in the middle of the room. The atmosphere light and airy, glasses clinking, people dancing and every kind of cake, pies, and pastry imaginable on silver platters through the room.

You’ve never had so much fun, although a slightly buzzed Bucky is having an even better time because you’re wearing one of his favorite dresses. You remember when he first saw you in it, you twirled out of the dressing room and he nearly lost it in the middle of the store.

The more he celebrates, the more he’s giving you that look. Steve has to keep interfering, he’s close to going feral in front of all his guests.

Steve sent him to the kitchen after he caught him trying to put his hand between your thighs. You’re laughing as a contrite Bucky gets up from the table to refill the rapidly diminishing display.

“You know I’ve known Buck my whole life and I’ve never seen him this happy.” Steve remarks as he takes a seat across from you. His warm blue eyes glistening. “Thank you for that. He’s been through a lot and you’re the best thing that happened to him.”

Your cheeks get heated at his words. Steve leans forward, holding your hand between his. “I mean it, even though he’s getting on my last nerve talking about you.“

Steve squeezes your hand as he looks up at the ceiling for a second. “God, the man never shuts up, and I’m this close to strangling him if he compares you to another peach, but I love-“

He cuts off, his head jerks back so fast, you think something struck him. “What the fuck is she doing here?”

You turn around in your chair, searching the crowded room. “Who are you talking about?”

“Moxie,” Steve spits out, his hand curling into a fist. “White dress by the bar.”

You find her flirting with one of the investors. Moxie puts her hand on his chest, her shrill laugh cutting through the surrounding conversations. Whatever she tried fails spectacularly. The tall, sturdy blonde grimaces and walks away. You would almost feel bad if you didn’t want to slam her face into the wall.

She spots Steve and waves, making her way through the crowd. “Hey, long time no see.”

Steve raises a brow, his eyes hardening. “Why are you here?”

She laughs, patting his shoulder. “I’m here to apologize to Bucky, I know he misses me, he must be lonely.”

“Really?” you question, keeping your voice light and even.

Moxie dismissively glances at you before returning her attention to Steve. You chuckle under your breath, tapping your heel on the floor.

Don’t ruin your man’s event. Don’t ruin your mans’ event. You repeat the thought as you inhale through your nose.

“So I heard you two are doing really well.” She says, her manicured nails roaming over Steve’s suit. “Really well.”

Steve flicks her fingers off him, “We are. No Bucky’s not lonely. He doesn’t miss you. He’s very happy. With her.”

Moxie’s polite veneer cracks when Steve points at you. Waving your fingers at her, you grin at her. “You go near my Bucky and I’ll rip that cheap necklace off and shove it down your throat.”

She turns to Steve, gesturing to you as if she's the innocent one here; he raises his glass, blowing a harsh breath through his lips. “Don’t look at me, I still don’t fuck losers, but I’ll call if you if that changes.”

You laugh in your empty glass when she sputters. She turns to you, hand on her hip. You slowly raise your eyes, returning her stare. Part of you wanting her to do something, so you can wipe the smirk off her overly painted face.

“Whatever, I don’t need this. Keep the fattie. I can find another rich loser like that.” She snaps her fingers, storming over to the bar. You blink a few times in disbelief. The audacity of this bitch, thinking that she can stay and mingle at his event.

You're debating if you should have her thrown out by one of the staff or if you should drag her out by her hair.

You look her up and down as you ponder your choices, pausing when you see the edge of a tag sticking out the back of her dress. Hmm, interesting. She must plan on returning it after tonight.

A devious smirk slowly takes over your face, you know exactly what you’re going to do to little Ms. Moxie.

You glance at Steve, picking up his wineglass. Steve shakes his head while grabbing your hand. “Hey hey, I know what you’re thinking, and no.”

Before you can say anything, he’s pouring more burgundy wine into the glass until it’s nearly sloshing over the sides. “If you’re going do it, you gotta do it right.”

You exchange knowing glances. No one hurts Bucky. You saunter over to her, keeping your hand steady, not wanting to lose a single drop on the floor.

“Hey Moxie,” you call out. She turns around and you ‘trip’ over your heels, the deep red liquid flying forward in a perfect arch, splashing across her ivory dress, her face and you even got some in her hair.

“Oops, gosh, I am so clumsy,” you state, hiding your grin as she shrieks.

Steve jumps up, offering to help before she can swing at you. “I got you, darling.”

He places a hand on her back, quickly ushering her away “a little club soda will get that right out,” he reassures a pouting, whining Moxie.

He's lying through his teeth, that stain will never come out. Steve gets a peek at the price tag, almost laughing at the $899 imprinted on the card. He maintains his façade, leading her through the room, he stops, giving her a wide smile.

“And you can find some at the drugstore down the street.” He states, opening the front door and pushing her out. Her indignant shouts cut off when he slams the door in her face.

You throw your head back and cackle, startling some guests around the bar, you apologize for your outburst between fits of laughter, wiping the tears pricking at your eyes. You wave down the amused bartender, placing an order for you and Steve.

Steve joins you, raising his fresh glass of wine in a toast. “No one fucks with Bucky.”

"No one."

Neither you nor Steve realizes Bucky saw the whole thing. He ducks back into the kitchen, clutching the tray of Cannelés to his chest. For weeks after the breakup, he had rehearsed what he was going to say that next time he came face to face with Moxie.

But what you and Steve did was even better, the love of his life and his best friend always looking out for him.

Loving him unconditionally.

And just like that, the last traces of his insecurities vanished.

Later that night, you fall asleep with your head on his shoulder. He smiles at your hand on his belly. He places his large hand over yours, wondering how he got so lucky to have you.

And if Steve would kill him if he named another dessert after you.

He’ll risk it.

take me as you please

˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ. pairings: beefy!lumberjack!bucky x gn!reader

˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ. warnings: 18+ smut! minors dni! somnophillia, non-con, choking, spitting, orgasm denial, breeding kink, cockwarming

˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ. word count: 2,087

˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ. a/n: all works are fiction! both parties consented. please do not read if this is not your thing. this is the first time i’ve written something like this. i do not apologize for the horniness of today

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI. BY PRESSING READ MORE YOU AGREE YOU ARE 18+

bucky hated coming home late at night. the lights off in the house, dinner off the stove and packaged in the fridge for him. you always made sure to leave a little note on the tupperware so he knew what it was, just before. you were always looking out and caring for him. the two of you agreed no matter what either of you were doing, you were allowed to take whatever you wanted from each other. no questions asked.

but tonight he wasn’t too hungry for the food that you made. frustrations at the lumberyard made him huff as he was leaving, knowing that he had you to come home to, made it a little better as he was driving home.

however, as he entered the bedroom, shoving his boots off and tossing them to the corner of the room, he saw you on your side facing away from him, the silk sheet draped precariously over your sleeping figure on your side of the bed.

and you were wearing one of his favorite silk slips. it was lavender, lace cups on your breasts, and oh so see through to the point where he could see you weren’t wearing anything underneath. your legs were slightly parted, your ass up just a little and exposing your pussy to him. he could see how wet it was just from standing on the other side of the bed.

bucky was a big man, literally. he worked for the lumberyard for several years, building muscle carrying logs bigger than you and almost him but he carried it like it was nothing. compared to you though, you were small, tiny, nothing compared to bucky. but the way he touched you was as if you were the most fragile thing he ever had the opportunity to touch, and he didn’t wanna break you.

he tossed his shirt off, removing his khakis and undressed, climbing into bed next to you. his large frame took over you, his hands gliding over your barely covered ass, his hand taking up the entirety of your ass cheek. he squeezed the flesh softly, groaning as he saw your cunt expose itself a little more and he could practically smell you. as he massaged your ass, his hands traveled further down to your cunt, letting his finger swipe through your folds and practically came at the feeling of your soaked cunt over his fingers.

“fuck, sweet girl.. soaking arent you?” he knew you couldn’t respond, hear you even. but he knew something was going on in your dream as you clenched at his words, making him bite his lip. you were a heavy sleeper, which meant he was able to do what he was about to do right now without you stirring. he shuffled down the bed, his face inches from your cunt as he leaned in and licked softly on your folds, moaning at the taste.

this wasn’t the first time he tasted you while you were asleep, and it wouldn’t be the last. but it was always a treat to wake up and see bucky’s face in between your legs with your slick covering his beard and up to his nose. he always looked perfect as he dove back in.

his tongue parted your folds gently, lapping up the slick you had in your cunt as he prodded your entrance with the tip of his tongue, the feeling of your soft walls on his tongue made him moan against your cunt, causing you to sleepily moan out.

“i know, baby, i know.” he murmured against your cunt as he kept licking, his hips rutting against the silk sheets, and he felt a small damp spot against his skin from his pre cum. you moved your hips closer against his face as he ate you out from behind, your fingers digging into the sheets and soft moans and whines slipping from your lips, dreaming of getting head from your partner.

he pulled away before your could cum, and he heard you whine his name sleepily, his cock twitching against him. your breathing was fast, your hard nipples rubbing against the lace, making him curse under his breath as he hovered over your body, pumping his cock a few times as he spread your ass cheeks again, pressing the tip of his cock against your dripping hole.

“bucky..” your eyes were still shut, not even responding to him as he teased your entrance with his cock. he propped himself on his left hand, as his other went to push your hair from your face to watch as you furrowed your eyebrows together as he pushed in, his forehead leaning on your shoulder.

“fuck, this pretty pussy feels so fucking good..” he nipped your skin softly as he lost himself completely in your warmth wrapped around his cock. you were always so tight around him, sucking him in and never wanting him to leave. he never would, anyways.

“buck..” you were moaning softly, pushing your ass closer against his hips, eyes screwed shut as he pulled out, whining when you felt him leave your cunt just for him to push back in and stretch you out again.

“youre so fuckin’ wet, dove. could just..” he slipped out, moaning softly at how soaked his cock was from just a few strokes. “slip right back in..” he slipped back into your cunt, pressing his hips flush against your ass. his large hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you flush against his chest, the fabric from your lingerie rubbing against his nipples making him moan softly against your neck his face was buried in.

he set a slow pace, listening to your soft breath, little moans and how wet your cunt was each time he pushed back in. he lost himself completely in your cunt, not even registering when you woke up, softly moaning his name.

“buck..?” you turned your head to look at him, before he pushed back into you, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your cunt and a sharp whine coming from you.

“sorry to wake you princess.. pussy was jus’ so wet' when i came home.. had to feel it ‘round my cock.” your hands rested over his that were wrapped around your waist, sa he pressed down on your lower stomach and you could feel his cock as he pressed all the way into you. “you don’ mind, right?” you couldn’t think of even answering when he rolled over and had you on your stomach, your cheek against the pillow case and he sat back, spreading your ass cheeks all the way and watched his cock disappear into your cunt and moaned as he watched you clench around him.

“m-more.. bucky.. please..” he watched your eyes meet his as you pressed your ass further into his hands, a harsh smack coming down on your ass and making you moan in response. he loved watching your sleepy state fall deeper into sub space as he had his cock buried in your cunt.

“you wan’ more, sweet girl?” you whined as you nodded, moaning as his pace became faster, his large hands holding up your hips and he pushed the lingerie out of the way, watching your back arch to his touch. “ill give ya’ more. since ya wanna put this pretty pussy on display for me when i get home like a lil slut.” he pushed your legs together and straddle your legs, making your pussy a little tighter and closed so his cock would just sink into your tight cunt. he opened his mouth and spit down onto his shaft as he slid back into you, a moa coming from your lps as you felt how wet it got as he pushed in and hit a new spot as your hips were angled up.

you couldn't help but look back at him, this 6’4 beefy man hovering over you and his lips parted as he watched his cock rut into you, a guttural moan as you clenched around him teasingly. he smelled like wood, musk, the lumberyard he worked away at. you let out a moan as you relaxed against his touch, just letting yourself feel the way his cock slid into you and how you so desperately didn’t want him to leave. you loved feeling him fill you up with his fat cock, his cum. the way you always felt so full of him made your pussy throb. the least you could do was let him lose himself in your cunt. you loved when your man was vocal, you loved making him fall apart in your cunt as you sucked him back in and you knew he loved it just as much.

his hands let go of your ass, trailing slowly up the curve of your back, moving so he separated your legs and wrapped his hands around your neck, pulling you up and squeezing just a little making you clench around him at the action.

his large frame was covering your, his hips thrusting in and out of you at a brutal place, your pussy making the sweetest noises for him, almost as pretty as the ones tumbling from your lips that were slick with spit as you kept licking them. he watched as you squeezed your eyes shut, a hand going from propping yourself p to play with your clit before he pulled it away, pinning it against your back. he squeezed your neck softly with his metal hand, his flesh hand keeping your hand from playing with yourself.

“bucky.. please..”

“you think you get to cum, huh? oh sweet girl.. shouldn’t have woken up.. shoulda let me play with my pretty pussy.. but ya had to be greedy didn't ya?” you whined under him, frustrated you weren’t allowed to cum. he could tell with the way you were trying to push harder up against him as he was fucking you, gripping his cock like a vice so he wouldn't leave and you could cum.

he let go of your neck, just to grab your other hand with his flesh hand and pin them against your back, pushing your face into the pillows with his metal hand and gripping your hair gently.

“here’s whats gonna happen, sweet girl,” he grunted as your ass was up in the air, soft moans filling the room of each other mixed with skin slapping on skin. “im gonna fill this greedy lil cunt up so deep with my cum you'll be leakin til mornin. keep my hard cock stuffed in your cunt all night so we don’t lose any, got it?” you nodded as you whined, feeling his cock push back into you like you could feel it up in your chest.

bucky was a big dude, he knew his size in girth and length for his cock and how wide his shoulders were, how strong his arms were and he definitely used it to his advantage. not that you minded anyways, it turned you on even more knowing how strong he could get with you.

“good fuckin’ girl. listenin’ just like you should.” his thrusts got sloppier each time he pushed into you, tears dampening the pillows as your orgasm was approaching, making him clamp down around you and you tried your hardest not to cum as the tip of his cock kept hitting your sweet spot over and over, even when he pressed himself so hard against you as he shot his load deep into your pussy.

“thas' it, dove. takin’ it so fuckin’ good for me.” he fucked his cum deeper into you, his cock not softening as he felt how wet your pussy was filled with his cum. he couldnt help himself as he kept coming, watching your cunt take all of his cock and cum.

as he slowed down, he let go of your hands, keeping his cock in you as he brought your wrists to his lips and kissed them tenderly, rubbing them with his thumb. you moved your neck to look behind you, but you couldn’t catch a glimpse of him as he rolled onto the bed with himself still in you and pulled you flush with his chest, peppering soft kisses against your shoulders.

“you're so good for me, princess. sleep tight.” he pushed his cock further into you, your pussy clamping down around him to keep him from leaving, not that he wanted to anyways. here’s to another night of cockwarming bucky filled with his cum.

Masterlist

Hello i’m L welcome to my ff masterlist

IN ALL FF READER IS SHE/HER PRONOUNS BUT HAS NO PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION AND NO BLOOD LINK WITH ANY CHARACTER SO THAT IS INCLUSIVE

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OTHER CHARACTERS MASTRERLIST (TOP GUN, Stranger Things, HOTD)

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MARVEL - BUCKY BARNES X READER

Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

-fever    (fluff/flirting)

-All the way Bucky told you ‘i love you’ (image, fluff, hurt/comfort) 

MORE COMING SOON

Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader (Revenge saga)

the stark!reader one shots are virtually all present in the same universe as are about my OFC called Revenge

Stark!reader facts

This are backgrounds info for my OFC!Stark (Stark!reader) that are useful to have more insight for the one-shots that I publish. all can be read without this info but it helps make some of implied facts  in the one-shots more clear. 

-what the hell?   (stark!reader) (fluff/blurp)

-I wish he was here too (stark!reader) (fluff/angst)

-Rebecca (stark!reader) (fluff/minor angst)

-The Gala Part 1 2 3  (stark!reader) (fluff/angst) 

Tonight is your big come back to stark industries after your brother’s death. Thankfully Bucky will be by your side. (more focused on tony’s death and grief)

-Rogers! The Musical (Stark!reader) (fluff)  Ft. Clint Barton and Stark!Reader (Platonic, best friends)

As your best friend Clint is in town and his children want to go to see the new Rogers! The Musical you/stark!reader bring along your boyfriend Bucky and your friend Sam to the show

-Five Christmases in y/n stark’s life (fluff) (Tony Stark and Stark!reader (platonic, siblings) ft Steve rogers x Stark!reader)

You are tony’s sister this are five of your Christmas throughout your life. Mainly tony stark being cute and taking care of his little sister. 

-Your First Christmas with Bucky (Stark!reader) (fluff) 

-St. Valentine Day (stark!reader) (fluff)

MORE COMING SOON

COLLABORATIONS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT THIS IS FOR 18+ READERS

Hello i’m A. i’m writing ff with adult content inspired by L’s stark!reader one-shots

Relax (smut/fluff) (Inspired by The Gala)

Silence  (smut/fluff) (stark!reader) (Inspired by I wish he was here too)

TONY STARK AND SISTER!READER CENTRED FF MASTERLIST

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THE ORIGINALS - ELIJAH MIKAELSON X READER 

One ff out each week (they vary in length and type)

Most are of OriginalVampire/Witch!Wife!Reader (Theoretically all are in the same universe but is not a series or they don’t need info from other parts)

The more Klaus and BestFriend!Reader with implied Elijah x Reader are signposted as such

Klaus x best friend reader centred Materialist with elijah x reader

Headcanons

-Headcanons of being Elijah’s wife and an original (Part 2)

-Headcanons of being Klaus’s best friend (Part 2) 

-You and elijah falling in love when human (fluff)

next instalments will be in the Mikaelsons family x reader materialist

Images

-All the way Elijah told you ‘i love you’ (fluff/angst, hurt/comfort) 

Rewritten canon Scenes / reader insert

-Dinner with the Salvatore brothers (Mikaelson reader insert scene from TVD 3x13) (funny/comical image)

-Being daggered (reader insert scene from TO 1x01) (angst) (more Klaus centred)

-You and Elijah say goodbye (reader insert TO 3x22) (hurt/comfort)

-1492 (reader insert TVD 2x19) (fluff)

-1919 (reader insert TO1x15-16 flashbacks) angst and fluff

-Where it all started (rewrite TO 3x18) angst  OUT NOW  

One Shots

-The Painting (fluff) 

-Vacation (fluff, canon divergent)

-St Valentine’s day, Really? (fluff)

-Bandits (hurt/comfort) 

-Muse (fluff, suggestive themes)

-It’s not your fault (hurt) 

-Three Christmases blurb (fluff blurb) NEW

Long One Shots

 -A Mikaelson Christmas: - Morning - Day - Evening 

(family fluff, elijah x reader fluff, reader x bestfriends!klaus-rebekah)

-Marcellus: (Part 1) - (Part 2)

(family fluff, elijah x reader fluff, reader and bestfriends!klaus raising marcel)

Series

-Let her go: 1 2 3 4 5 (angst with happy ending, fluff flashbacks)

the hollow takes you. now elijah has to save you (TO 4.9-4.11 rewriting/reader insert )

Human AU

-Drunk (more klaus centred, elijah at end and start) 

-The birth (fluff)

Social media AU

-Mikaelsons + reader incorrect chats 1 (18 +)

Smut 

NEW NEW COLLABORATIONS MINORS DO NOT INTERACT THIS IS FOR 18+ READERS (coming soon) Hello i’m A. i’m writing ff with adult content inspired by L’s one-shots

-Elijah NSFW head canons  (smut) 

MIKAELSONS FAMILY X YOU CENTRED FF MASTERLIST 

KLAUS AND YOU CENTRED FF MASTERLIST  (some include implied elijah x reader)

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SUPERNATURAL - DEAN WINCHESTER  X READER  MASTRLIST 

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ABOUT ME ✧*。

—dani. she/her. eighteen. bisexual. filo. and a libra

—I love reading, fiction and films. I love writing and watching movies A LOT ( I'm a writer I think )

my inbox is open for anyone who wants to talk and I'd really love it if you'd ask me questions or suggest what type of story you want me to write.(*˘︶˘*)

rules for request

MY MASTERLISTS ✧*。

❥ marvel

[ mcu! ]

❥ criminal minds

❥ broken record player

[ song fics ]

you do not have permission to copy, translate or steal any of my writing!

marvel masterlist

→ main masterlist

❥︎ natasha romanoff masterlist

❥ carol danvers masterlist

❥︎ wanda maximoff masterlist

❥︎ bucky barnes masterlist

❥︎ steve rogers masterlist

❥︎ other c.e. characters

❥︎ mcu misc.

— will include fics about other mcu characters & ships such as wandanat, winterwidow, romanogers and one shots for other mcu characters

❥︎ the avengers

[ avengers x reader ]

— mostly platonic and friendship centric

— mostly written for female readers and original female characters

BUCKY BARNES MASTERLIST

open for requests!

• most of my works will be x fem!reader or x original female character

* —smut + sexual themes

❀—favorite

SERIES

[ more than 10 parts ]

MINI SERIES

[ less than 10 parts ]

ONE SHOTS

catch me if I fall | fluff

warm mugs and warm hugs | fluff

DRABBLES & HEADCANONS

bucky barnes

ꕥ if only - you watch bucky fall in love with natasha (a)

ꕥ happy for you (if only pt.2) - after being gone for two years, you come back to hunt a little surprise (f)

ꕥ first (bucky x daughter!reader) - you go one your first mission but things go wrong so what’s a little help from your parents (a,f)

ꕥ when did this happen- you and sam have a conversation about bucky’s type but you and bucky have a little surprise that he doesn’t know about (f)

ꕥ moral of the story - bucky has been distant your entire relationship and you find out why (a)

Mr Stan is currently unavailable at the moment but will be arriving shortly! I’ll make sure to let him know how patient you have been.