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Forgive Me Father

Summary// You go to church to confess your sins; only to make a few more. 

Pairing// priest!bucky x reader 

Warnings// significant undefined age gap, daddy kink, slight degradation kink.

Authors note// this is my first time posting any of my writing. I’m not the best but I look forward to hearing feedback. Reblogs are okay, just no posting without tagging me. Thanks everyone!

You normally didn’t care what you did. You partied, drank, did un-describable amounts of drugs and slept with more people than you could count. Your parents being the world’s most religious people decided you had to go to church and “repent your sins”. So that’s where you are now, driving to the local church. You remembered going a few times for Christmas ceremonies, although you never really paid attention. 

   You parked your car in the empty parking lot. Walking up to the doors, taking a deep breath not wanting to be here at all. As soon as you opened the door the sound of light gospel music filled your ears. You almost couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw the very hot priest standing over one of the pews. He hadn’t even noticed when you walked in. 

  “Excuse me?” You said in a soft voice hoping not to startle him. It did the exact opposite. He jumped with a short yell and turn around.

  “Lord have mercy you nearly gave me a heart attack young lady.” He huffed out while holding his chest. “What can I help you with darling?” He procceded. 

  “I-I..” you stutter trying to regain composure after the man stared down at you. “My parents are forcing me to repent my sins.” you meekly say. Usually you are very confident but the priest does something to you, not sure if it’s from him being so much taller than you or the fact that you now have to tell this man everything you’ve done. 

  “I see, well please come have a seat.” He points to the pew next to him. You slowly walk past him and sit down, him following suit. “Call me Bucky or Father, whatever you feel most comfortable with. And your name is?”

  “Y/n.” you say with a small smile. 

   “Okay y/n, where would you like to start?” He asks looking at you. His deep blue eyes are for sure looking straight through you right now. You slightly shift in your seat.

   “Um, there is a lot so I guess I’ll just start at the beginning. I started sneaking out and going to parties about a year ago, I constantly get drunk and do all kinds of drugs, nothing too hard obviously just the ones for having fun. I’ve slept with more people than i can even remember. Girls, guys I don’t really care.” You say looking at the floor. All you hear is a slight sigh from beside you as if Bucky is trying to comprehend everything you just spit out. 

  “So underage drinking, illegal drug use, premartial sex, homosexual acts. Sounds like you’ve got quite the list going y/n.” He says almost mockingly. You finally look up at him, hes smiling at you. “How do you expect to get rid of all your sins? Hmm?” he asks. Then he’s grabbing your chin and pulling your face closer to his. “You’ve have been such a bad little girl. And you don’t even care. You’re proud of it. Only here cause mommy and daddy are making.” he spits. 

   “Please..” you beg rubbing your thighs together just now realizing how turned on you were. I mean look at this man. His dark hair pulled up into a low bun. Dressed in black form head to toe. He’s a walking sin, how he’s a priest suprises you. He laughs at your begging. 

   “Please what y/n? You asking your priest to fuck you? Such a dirty girl. You don’t even care that I’m old enough to be your father.” He says through a smile. You’re squerming in his grasp. Just wanting some relief. He lets go of you face making you whine at the loss of contact. “Follow me.” That’s all he says before walking away from you. Following closely on his tail, he takes you to his office in the back of the church. He closes and locked the door behind you. You have no clue what you got yourself into. You don’t even know this man.

  “F-Father?” you say shyly while looking up at him with big eyes. He just goes feral. Slamming you against the door smashing your mouths together. The kiss is all teeth and pure lust. His large hands wrap around your small waist, pulling you up so your legs wrap around his waist. The slight friction from his pants rubs against your clothed core. Moaning into his mouth, hands in his hair. 

   “This what you wanted huh? Knew from the second i laid eyes on you that this was what you wanted. Can tell a little slut when i see one.” his hand travels to your jeans. He slowly pops the button. He stops there though. “Is this okay?” you nod. “Darling need you to use your words please.” he says looking you in the eyes.

   “Yes Bucky please. Just need you. Need you so bad. Please.” he cuts you off with another heated kiss proving that what you had said was enough. His hand creeps into your pants feeling how wet you actually were. 

   “Oh doll, all this for me? so fucking wet” he slurs slicking his long fingers up before plunging one into you. You moan out loudly but then cut yourself off by coverin your mouth with your hand. Only to have Bucky pull it off. “Nuh huh baby. Wanna hear how good im making you feel.” Pulling another moan from you, Bucky’s lips are then attached to your neck sucking a mark into the skin. 

“Bucky.. please more..” you whine. He pulls away from you completely. His dark eyes running along your figure.

“Strip” was the only thing he said while still taking in your body. You slowly start pulling off your shirt then slipping your jeans down your legs. Left in nothing but a matching black lace set, you stood in front of him. “Everything” he pointed to your bra and panties. Finally taking everything off, his eyes rake over your naked frame.

“What a pretty little Angel for me. Go lean over the desk.” Quickly obeying his order, you lay your body stomach down on the table. Slightly spreading you legs giving Bucky the perfect view of your dripping cunt. Before you could register what happened he slammed himself into you. Letting out a loud moan feeling his massive cock stretching you apart.

“Little slut loves when she gets fucked like a whore doesn’t she?” Thinking it was a rhetorical question you didn’t say anything. This made Bucky still within you causing you to whine. “When I speak to you, you fucking answer!” He growls in your ear as his hand wraps around your throat. That’s when it hit you, this man had a metal fucking arm. “Yes daddy, I’m a slut.”

His rhythm never failing he continued to pound into you leaving your mouth hang open for air. He suddenly flips you over so you’re on your back then slamming into you again. The new angle ripped moans from your throat as Bucky sucked hickeys into to skin on your breasts. “Fuck Angel I’m gonna cum.” He says lowly. His metal hand travels down to your clit slowly rubbing circles. You felt the coil in your stomach starting to tense.

“Bucky don’t stop please right there!!” You scream as he ruts into you harder and deeper. You’re cumming around him milking his cock. He continues to fuck you through your orgasm chasing his own. With a low grunt and a bite to the collarbone he spills into you.

After a few moments, he slowly pulls out. Mixtures of the both of your arousals leaks out of you onto his wooden desk.

Pulling your clothes back on you, notice that Bucky has left you. Dripping with his cum and leaving with more sins made than you came with.

So, another idea that I had and I just needed to write. Bucky doesn't really shows up, but it's about him, so... I hope you like. While I was writing I remembered a real good Brazilian song (Pra Você Guardei O Amor). English is not my first language and I didn't proofread the text, so you'll probably find some mistakes. It might have a part two, tell me what you think

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Work count: 545

Warnings: none.

How do I Say I Love You?

Y/N's POV

I love you. Three words, eight letters. It shouldn't be this hard to say this to the one person you have been dating for the last four months and, before that, had been you best friend for years, right? Except, it is.

I was never the person to put my feelings into words. Don't get me wrong, I know the importance of communication and I think I do a good job when it comes to that... If we are not talking about sentiments. It just don't come out, I don't know what I'm afraid of, I know that Bucky loves me. I can feel love emanating from him and he've been saying to me everyday since last month, when he said for the first time. The soldier, always the most kind and understanding person in the universe, doesn't look worried for my lack of verbal response, he even said it was alright. But, it is not, and I am aware of that, it's always on my mind.

So, I try to put this endless love that I have for him into every little action, every single thing that I do: a cup of coffee when he comes home tired and yet wants to talk about the day; a massage in his shoulder (that he never asks for, but I always know when he needs one); a hug after a nightmare (or at any other moment of the day when the sight of him is just to much lovable); a sleepy kiss; a hungry kiss; a - I'm still mad that you ate all my cookies, but you're more important - kiss...

The list could go on forever, but still, it's not enough, is it? Who wants to be with someone that can't verbalize their love? What if he gets tired of waiting? What if he goes on a mission and, no! I'm not taking that road. I need to find a way of letting him know, one that involves words, that him will know that I mean.

Oh, I think I know how I'm going to do this and will be with something that we both love: music.

Some time later, and I finally have the playlist created. Doubts and antecipation starts to take place at mind. Am I being silly? Should I wait for him to come home or should I just send it now?

I decide on sending him the link before I give up the courage.

Hey Lover - Daughters of Eve

I've Got A Crush On You - Ella Fitzgerald

Do I Love You? - The Ronettes

My Special Angel - The Vogues

I Love You So - The Chantels

Heart and Soul - The Four Aces

More Today Than Yesterday - The Spiral Starecase

My One And Only Love - Ella Fitzgerald

There! I've Said It Again - Bobby Vinton

P.S. I Love You - Billie Holiday

I really hope he understands it and gets to feel at least a little of all the love I have to give to him, all the love that I kept with me for not knowing how to share, all that love that is inside of me, but in reality is his. Because my mind is his, my body is his and I'm his.

Old Friends

This time the inspiration came from a Tinder conversation I saw on Reddit (didn’t could find later to put it here, though) and instantly thought about some situation with Bucky. So, that’s it, I hope you enjoy! Like always, English is not my first language and I was a little sleepy writing this so, expect some mistakes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (female)

Warnings: none. not proofread

Word count: 502.

Bucky’s POV

     She was coming, walking straight towards him. The girl he’s been looking through the whole night and trying to collect enough courage to talk to. When Sam brought him to this bar, he didn’t think anything different than the usual would happen, but after a few minutes being there, his eyes caught her on the other end of the room and he just couldn’t help but stare. Even with Sam constantly pushing him to go talk to her, he couldn’t do it. And now, she was coming in his direction, and he didn’t have a clue on what to do.

     - Hey, I’m Y/n L/n. – She said while offering her hand to him when she got at their table.

     - Bucky Barnes. Hi.

     - So, Bucky, what do you say we play a game? – The woman had a look of playfulness in her eyes, and suddenly Bucky was feeling (even more) nervous. Sam just observed the scene trying to find out what would come from that interaction.

     - What kind of game? – He asked with uncertainty, but at the same time wanting to spend some more time with the beautiful girl who took his attention through all the night.

     - It’s simple. We’re just going to pretend like we’re old friends who lost touch with each other, like 10 years ago or something like that. What do you say? You first? – Bucky took some time to considerate his options and concluded that he got nothing to lose by going with this. So, he took a breath and entered in character (at least he hoped he succeeded on this, after being in a lot of disguised missions, it shouldn’t have been hard).

     - Y/n, is you? I’m Bucky, remember? We don’t talk since the Eiffel Tower incident. How are you?

     - Sorry, I’m not sure if I remember you – She said with her brows furrowed feigning confusion and then she winked and mouthed “You’re doing good”. He smiled at that and answered.

     - We had a few classes together at college, I used to have my hair shorter and was in the football team.

     - Oh, Bucky! Now I remember you. My phone got broke some time ago and I ended up losing all my contacts. Do you mind telling me your number again so we can keep in touch this time?

     - Well, that was- that was good. – He said really surprised, not having expect the conversation to take this path right away, but enjoying that it did, nonetheless. Sam couldn’t help but laugh at Bucky’s expression.

     - Good enough for you to give me your number? – She asked while offering her phone to him and Bucky didn’t think twice before taking it in his hands and adding his number there, proceeding to give it back to her when he was done. – I’ll call you. – And then she winked and turned around to leave. Little did they know that they would end up being so much more than just (fake old) friends.

To Die Alone

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader (Soulmate!AU)

Word Count: 631

Warnings: a little bit of angst, but it’s fluffy

This idea popped in my head out of the blue and I just had to write it. Not proofread. Hope you like it! :D

Before he went to the war and his life practically ended, just to begin again, Bucky Barnes used to wonder why he didn’t have a soulmate. Though he usually just shrugged off and said that he wasn’t one to settle for one girl when someone would ask about it, the truth was he couldn’t help but think about his situation.

  Was he destined to be alone forever? To die alone? Was it some mistake of the Universe that he was the only one who didn’t have the first words that his soulmate was going to say to him on his right arm like everybody else?

  He got the answers to his wonders when he fell off that train and was captured by HYDRA. Of course I don’t have a soulmate. The Universe knew what was going to happen to me. He came to that conclusion once he was free from HYDRA and could think for himself. At the same time he felt comforted by that thought (that he didn’t let a lover waiting for him in the forties, alone), he felt sad, extremely sad. He was living free again, almost a century later, and he was still the only person without his other half. It is my burden to live alone. To die alone.

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  Bucky now lived with the Avengers, he was a part of them.  That means he often had to sit in a room full of super heroes (and their super egos) for more than one hour discussing missions. He hated that part. That’s why the former Winter Soldier was more than relieved when one more of this meeting ended. Without a word to any of his teammates, he stormed off the room wanting to get to his floor as soon as possible.

  But, life has never been easy for him. The second he turned the hallway, his tall frame collided with one much smaller and fragile. If it weren’t for his enhanced reflexes, the woman who just ran into him (or him into her) would’ve ended up on the floor for sure. Lucky for her, he was able to catch her before that happened.

     - Sorry miss, I wasn’t looking where I was going and… - The words died in his tongue when his eyes found her face. She was beautiful, just like an angel. - Wow.

  Bucky, then, took in her wide eyes and startled face and realized he should be looking like a psycho or something staring at her like that. He took a step back, apologized again and went to go to his room when she stopped him by holding his arm.

  He looked at her face, then her hand on his arm and that was when he saw. She was holding him with her right arm, and on it he could see the words he had just said to this woman, this angel. Bucky’s mind now was a thousand miles per hour. I am her soulmate. But, how? He didn’t have a soulmate. Or did he?

  Once again his eyes went to her face and now she was smiling.

     - I don’t-I don’t understand. I never had anything on my arm. - He managed to say, still doubting this was really happening.

  The woman didn’t speak with him. Instead, she took a little notebook and a pen from the bag she was carrying and wrote something on it. When she was done, she showed him the paper. 

I’m Y/n. Lost my voice some years ago. It’s good finally meeting my soulmate.

  And she was smiling again. Bucky felt his own lips turn upward. The Universe hadn’t wronged him. He wasn’t going to die alone. He had a soulmate. For the first time in his life he felt like he wasn’t empty. He was worthy of love after all.

A LITTLE PLEASURE || BUCKY x READER ONE SHOT (SMUT)

Summary: Bucky had a rough day, so reader had also. Female reader is trying to comfort him in rather intimate way...

Word Count: 1132

Warnings:  smut, cursing and more smut :D

Author: Rouge

It was another boring day at the Shield’s base.

You have ended your duties and you were about go home.

You were working as an agent since 4 months, you had to take care of all administrative matters and you were also taking part in planning of missions. Walking along the long corridor, you’ve heard a loud screams, coming from the conference room. You hesitated for a moment, but then you walked to the door and slowly opened them.

Inside the room you spotted no one else but Bucky and Sam. Both men were arguing loudly. “You think I don’t know, huh!?” Sam was waving his hands, trying to explain something to Bucky.

“Fuck you, Wilson, just fuck off and get thee fuck off of me, okay!?” Bucky strongly pushed other man away and turned to walk out of the room. It was when he spotted you. “The fuck are ya doing here, bitch!? Don’t ya have more interesting things to do, slut?!” he yelled at you, pushing you away when he was leaving the room. You blinked, giving a brief nod to Sam before you closed the door and looked after Barnes.

You good knew that this man had a very impulsive temperament and usually you were avoiding him to not starting an argument. But that day you had enough of everything. And James Barnes made, that your rage has increased within seconds. You cleared your throat as you walked behind him in the direction of the elevator and then you said aloud:

“FUCK YOU, BARNES. FUCK YOU. YOU’RE NOTHING MORE BUT A FUCKING PIECE OF A SHIT, WHO DIDN’T DESERVE TO BE ONE OF US.” You saw how he stopped in the middle of the corridor, motionless. You instinctively stopped too, you were ready to make an elusion if he would want to attack you. He was capable to do such thing… “Yea, right…” he only mumbled.

You blinked, because you weren’t expecting such reaction from his side. Bucky pressed the button to call on an elevator and then he leaned his forehead against the wall. You approached him. For a moment you didn’t know what to do. Finally, you patted his back. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to say all those things..” you said slowly, in a delicate voice.

You realized you were trying to comfort that man… The elevator’s door has opened and both of you got inside. Bucky pressed 0 and shortly after he leaned his back against the wall.

You bit inside part of your cheek, giving him a brief gaze. “I think you are right. I don’t fit here” he said suddenly.

“No, no, I really…”, but he didn’t let you finish your sentence.

“Do you have a car here?” he asked.

You nodded slowly, looking at him.

“Can you give me a ride? I was supposed to drive with Sam, but fuck him…” he growled in a low voice.

You sighed deeply, but you gave him a nod.

“Sure. It’s not a problem..”

As soon as both of you got at the underground parking lot, you pointed at the black Jeep.

“This one” you said, opening the door.

 Bucky took a passenger seat next to the driver and he glanced at you.

You closed your door, but you didn’t start an engine.

 Deep inside in your soul there was a war between wits and desire.

The truth was that Bucky was in your type, but you always have been too afraid to show him your affection. Besides, he seemed to be an inaccessible man.

But now… It was a perfect occasion. You both, alone, in your car, at the parking lot. You knew that no one will come there until the next shift will be started. So you had several minutes. And you wanted to use them properly, not losing the only chance you could ever have.

 You leaned forward and kissed his lips gently. At first he was shocked and then you felt him respond. You pulled back and looked at him. He smiled a bit, looking deeply into your eyes.

“What the fuck was that, doll?” he asked.

You looked at him and smiled.

“I don’t know… I just..”

He didn’t let you end your sentence once again. He leaned in and kissed you. His metal hand was on your thigh. You moaned quietly, tasting his lips.

You slowly unzipped his belt and his pants. His cock was hard in his boxers.

Bucky didn’t protest, letting you to do what the hell you wanted to.

Wrapping your hands around his cock, you slipped the tip into your mouth and sucked. He tasted so good. You were sucking on him hard as your hands massaged his base and his balls in time with your mouth bobbing up and down on him. You rolled your mouth around the tip and then slid your mouth down his shaft. He moaned and leaned back on the seat. You sucked him hard and fast.

“That’s it, baby, oh that’s soooo good. Suck it, little bitch. Suck my cock.”

Bucky pushed his cock into your mouth and you kept sucking. He was getting harder with every second. You pumped his cock with your hands as you sucked the tip with your mouth. You flicked your tongue over the tip. He grunted loudly, closing his eyes.

As Bucky enjoyed the attention given to his cock he ran his fingers through your hair.

You sucked on him with long, slow strokes.

“Fuck… That’s it, doll..” he murmured loudly.

Bucky let out a moan and you could feel him giving a small thrust, wanting to be as deep as possible into your hot, wet mouth.

You shifted to your right just a little, and then while you continued to suck on Bucky, you looked up into his eyes.

Bucky’s let out a groan as his hot cum shot into your mouth.

You moaned loudly and swallowed everything, still looking hardly into his eyes. Then you lifted up a bit and gave him a passionate kiss.

Bucky gave the kiss back, moaning a bit.

“Mmmm… That was something..” he wrapped arms around your waist to pull you closer before he kissed you once again.

You simply melted into that kiss.

You had a hope it wasn’t your last common time. You dared to ask.

“Bucky…”

But he closed your mouth with a lovingly kiss.

“Yes, doll” he smirked. “I wanna repeat it as soon as possible. Plans for Friday’s night?” brunette asked openly.

You couldn’t help but giggle.

“For now I have some. To have you in my bed” you bit your lower lip, glancing at him.

Bucky improved his jeans and nodded.

“Sounds amazing. But.. Can we go now?”

You nodded. But inside you were shouting. From happiness and excitement before next time.

The last goodbye || Bucky Barnes One Shot.

Word Count: 1290

Warnings: sadness, character’s death.

Author: Beast

"... Y/N, please, you good know I need to be there."

And as always his voice was lovingly but yet firm. You raised your head up, looking at your reflection in a mirror. You were in a bathroom, trying to gather yourself back in a row. Your eyes were hurting from crying, your cheeks were swollen. You hated it. Everytime when you have to be left alone in a house, you were turning into a mess, trying to stop him by all costs. But he never let you to do it. You knew he loved you the most, like no one else on this world. But he was a soldier and he also loved his country and was always serving for its safety.

"C'mon doll, I don't wanna say goodbye in that way."

Obviously he didn't want. You were his princess. His everything. And he was suffering just like you when you both were torn apart, at the two ends of the Word

You splashed your face with a cold water, then you dried yourself with a towel. Before you had left the bathroom, you took few small breaths.

And he was still there, just like you had left him.

Standing in the middle of a living room, dressed in a black combat pants, black combat boots and that stunning dark blue coat with two rows of buttons.

You sighed sadly. "Please.. Listen to me, James.." it was one of that little moments when you were calling him by his name.

He tried to not show a kind of a confusion which was crawling on his face, but he failed. "Y/N, really, do you trust me?" he asked. You nodded without a hesitation. "I do."

Bucky took few steps towards you and as he stopped few centimeters from you, he reached his hands and took your face in them. "So now listen to me carefully, doll" brunette asked Simple

You nodded slightly, looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

"You are the most important person in my entire life. I love you more than anything else. My love towards you is unconditional, you know it. But I'm a soldier, Y/N. I'm obligated to serve for my country. And nothing and no one can change it, doll. I know you're scared. So am I, but it's my duty and I have to follow orders" he slowly swallowed, sighing shortly after. "I will be back soon, doll face" his thumbs were slowly stroking your cheeks while he was talking to you.

You let out a quiet whimper and put your hands on tops of his rough palms.

"I know, James." And you knew. He was a good man and he loved his country. And you couldn't just say "no." It would be too hard for him to leave when you two would be resentful at each other.

You took a deep breath and stroked over blue material at his shoulders. "Be careful, tiger. Get 'em and come back to me.." you clenched your fingers at material of his coat, closing eyes for a second to hide tears.

He leaned down to you and kissed slowly each of your eyelids. Then he hugged you tightly to his chest and you both were standing like this, listening to each other's heartbeats.

Bucky finally kissed the top of your head and he said how much he loves you once again, before he took his backpack and threw it over his shoulder. Then he left your house, stopping for a second to give you a look.

"You're my everything. No matter how far I am, I am always thinking of you. And I will always love you and protect you, no matter what.." he said before he left, quietly closing the door behind him.

You quickly went to the kitchen and you shifted a curtain aside to look after him.

He put his backpack to a trunk of a huge Jeep and before he got in, Bucky turned around and looked at you once again.

You put your hand on your chest, waving at him with second one. He waved back and blew you a kiss.

And after that he was all alone with the other guys from his unit. Guns, gear, and sadness everywhere. The reality of the separation was quickly becoming real and the six months in front of him before he would be home again seemed like an eternity.

Bucky was sitting at the backseat. His hand wandered to the pocket of his jacket. He blinked and he pulled out a silver necklace with a pendant. Bucky opened it and he smiled softly. He was looking at your little picture, it was taken by him on your first common anniversary. Bucky sighed and put necklace on his neck. "I love you, Y/N" he mumbled under his breath, looking through the window.

Five weeks later you heard a knocking to the door. You got up from the couch and walked to open the door.

You held your breath back when you spotted Steve Rogers. "S.... Steve..?" you asked with trembling voice. "Morning, Y/N..." he whispered, crumpling his hat in his hands.

You were observing him with wide opened eyes. "Steve..." you leaned your hand against the door frame. "It's about Bucky.." his voice was a mixture of fear and sadness. "We.. There was an accident during our operation... I... I couldn't do anything else.." Rogers was stammering. "Steve.. Come in, we won't be talking in the open door" you moved aside, making a space for him.

Steve entered your house with a hesitation. You led him to the small living room, where he took a place on the leather couch. You sat down next to him, your heart was pounding in your chest. "Steve.. Just tell me what had happened.." you asked him, putting your hand on his shoulder. "No matter what you're gonna say, I'm gonna take it.."

He hesitated for few long moments which seemed to be an eternity to you.

"There was an accident.. We were chasing Hydra.. We were in a train, a fight had started..." Steve was fretful while he was talking.

You felt like your body started to tremble. "Where is James..?" you simply asked.

"He fell off the train.. I am so sorry, Y/N... I am so so sorry..."

You automatically covered your mouth with both hands and second later your started sobbing loudly. "Oh my God... Oh my God!!" you yelled with all your might.

Steve wasn't waiting, he slowly wrapped his arms around you, taking you in a hug.

"It is hard for me too, Y/N... I know... Hush... I know.." he was whispering, stroking over your trembling back.

"God... Steve! I won't rub along without him!" you were crying loudly. "Shh... You won't be alone with that.. I promised him if something will happen I will take care of you.." Steve was rocking you in his strong arms, calming you down. "Everything's gonna be alright.."

Three days later there was a funeral. A symbolical one, because Bucky's body hasn't been found. His coffin was wrapped in American flag.

Steve was standing next to you, trying to give you as much support as he only could.

Later, after the ceremony, Steve walked back to the car, you asked him for a few moments alone.

Walking in the direction the main gate of the cemetery, you were thinking of events from last few days. And about your last talk with Bucky.

You stopped for a while at the little knoll and you turned around to look at the grave of James. You sighed sadly, wiping the single tear from your cheek.

"Always, James. I will always have you in my heart. Rest in peace, my love.."

ohmygod!!! this is fucking incredible!!💞💞💞

Be Mean To Me

Pairing: Bucky x f!reader

Summary: After a long day at work, you just want to lose all control and have your boyfriend fuck you into oblivion 

Warnings: Established relationship, slight angst, fluff, smut, mean!dom!bucky, reader asks for it, they are so in love, rough sex, dom/sub dynamics, oral (male receiving), ball sucking, slapping, spit kink?, degradation, humiliation, name calling (slut, whore, bitch, sugar, good girl), daddy kink, some praise, spanking, pussy slapping (like once), safe word (yellow), vaginal sex, no prep anal, Bucky has a huge dick, choking, aftercare, check-ins, crying during sex, crying after sex, soft!Bucky, no mention of Y/N, no description of reader other than being female

Word Count: 4.3k of mostly smut

A/N: This was very self indulgent. Work has been kicking my ass and I want to be taken care of. Any mistakes are my own. If I missed any warnings please let me know. @bucknastysbabe it's done! I think I should go back to therapy. But hey, smut

You feel your throat tighten as you walk up to the apartment you share with Bucky. It was one of those days that left you beaten down and wanting to curl up under your blankets and cry. You didn’t even want to go into work this morning, having to force yourself to get ready. Too many rude customers, incompetent coworkers giving you more work than you get paid to do, everything leaving you overstimulated and wanting your boyfriend.

It left a craving deep down inside of you, a want that you knew only he could quell. You just wanted to shut your brain off, have Bucky take care of you, ruin you, treat you like a whore, break you down, just to put you back together again.

You swallow the lump in your throat and unlock the front door, finding Bucky on the couch watching some random action movie that he claimed to hate. At the sight of him your body naturally relaxes and the urge to crawl onto his lap is too much to bear.

“Hey, sugar. I’ve been missing you all day. You’ll never fucking believe the video Sam sent me of Tony trying out his new thrusters! He flew rig- What’s wrong?” He perked up at the sound of the door opening, truly missing his girl. Whenever you’re around him his entire day gets better, a lightness filling his chest, but when he sees how run down you are, his heart literally hurts for you. Bucky wants to protect you from everything, from supervillains all the way to spiders in the house.

“Long day, baby. Just wanna be with you.” He opens his arms and you instantly crawl into his lap, eyes burning with tears you refuse to shed. He runs his metal hand up and down your back, pulling you as close to him as possible, while his flesh hand rests on your head, holding you to his neck, letting you breathe him in.

“What can I do for you, sugar? Want to talk about it? I can order from your favorite place. Can run you a bath. Whatever you want, sweet girl.” 

“Please, be mean to me, Bucky.” Bucky feels his heart clench in his chest. He wants to keep your heart safe from whatever it is that is plaguing you, but he knows he can’t. What he can do is follow your request and make you forget.

“How mean do you want me, sugar?” Bucky has done this for you a few times. He always asks how you want him to treat you. It’s in his nature to be sweet to you, fill you with praise, but that's not what you want right now. You want to be degraded and treated like a fucktoy.

“Mean.” You keep your eyes trained on him. This is the only part where you need to keep your head on, make sure that he knows you want this.

“Remember your colors, sugar?” You nob, excitement bubbling up inside of you. “Remember, daddy will only be upset with you if you don’t use them. If you need to say yellow or red, you will.” His tone is final. This is the only way he would ever agree to treating you like a slut.

“Yes, daddy.” And just like that, Bucky’s entire demeanor changes. He goes from your sweet, cuddly boyfriend to a cold and callous body of muscle. 

“Then take your clothes off, slut.” He pushes you off his lap, just hard enough to give the illusion of indifference. As you strip, Bucky keeps his eyes trained on the TV, not paying you any mind. Your core throbs at the fact that you are completely exposed while he is still fully dressed. 

“On your knees.” He’s still not looking at you, but you obey without thought, willing to do whatever he wants. Grabbing the back of your neck, he forces you in between his spread legs, and you whine at the fact that his cock is still soft inside his sweats. Any other day, Bucky would make sure that your knees were never on the hardwood floor without a pillow or something soft underneath, but not today.

On days like these, when you want to feel completely submissive, it takes Bucky a while to get aroused. It’s in his nature to love up on you, make you drunk with pleasure in the sweetest way possible. He feeds off of your energy. When he is sure that you are having fun, his body lets himself fall into his role.

“What? You think at the first signs of some tits I’m gonna get hard? I knew you were a dumb slut but I didn’t realize just how thick you were.” Your pussy was absolutely pulsing with need. With his hand still on the back of your neck, he rubs your face against his crotch, feeling his cock begin to harden at the smell of your arousal.

He pulls you back far enough to slide his pants down, foregoing boxers, and you immediately try to take his half hard length in your mouth. Before you can process it, Bucky’s right hand lands a slap to your cheek - hard enough to make a welt that will take a few hours to disappear. You gasp and your cunt pulses even harder than before at the sting left on your cheek. 

His metal hand wraps around your chin, much cooler than it’s supposed to be, and forces you to look him in the eye. In the back of your mind you realize that he turned on the cooling function in his arm to sooth your cheek; the arm was built to keep him cool in the Wakandan sun and heat. “Did daddy say you could suck his cock?” He uses his hand to shake your head from side to side, answering for you. “Then keep your slutty mouth shut.”

He spreads his legs wider and pulls your face closer to his heavy sack, already full of cum. “Hands behind your back, and suck on daddy’s balls.” You join your hands together behind your back without question and nuzzle his balls. Wasting no time, you take one into your mouth, sucking feverishly, enjoying the light dusting of hair tickling your face.

“Oh, fuck, come on, slut, I know you can do better than that. Take ‘em both in your dirty mouth.” He pushes you further into him, cutting off your oxygen, and you swear you hear your slick drip onto the floor. Your jaw aches as you try to get them both in your mouth, but you can't; his balls are too big. Bucky ruts against your face, squishing his balls, precum leaking from his tip, dripping onto his stomach after he takes his shirt off.

With your limited amount of movement, you alternate between each ball, licking at the seam. Every time you switch balls, you feel the other drag wetly across your face and you have to clench your legs in an attempt to quell the ache between them while fighting with your need for air. “Such a dirty bitch, lapping at your daddy’s nuts, shit.” He pulls you back just as your head starts to go fuzzy from the lack of oxygen, and you gasp for air, spit is covering the lower half of your face and is dripping down your neck and chest; Bucky feels his cock throb at the sight.

Reaching out, Bucky smears your spit around your face and leaves another, weaker smack to your cheek before he grabs his cock and uses his weeping tip to tease you, dragging it on your face. “What a nasty fucking bitch, drooling all over the place just from sucking some balls.” He slaps your cheeks with it a few times before forcing your head down all the way, making you gag and you immediately pull off, coughing.

He stares into your eyes, cold and calculating, waiting for you to speak. When your coughing subsides you manage to get out a hoarse ‘green,’ giving him the all clear. He takes your head and once again makes you take his cock, this time much slower and not as deep, the first time he wanted to fuck with you. “Such a perfect fucking mouth, shit.” He stops you from bobbing your head, “Stop being such a desperate whore and let daddy finish his movie.” You're sure you’re leaking onto the floor at this point.

You are able to see his face and he looks wrecked, mouth hanging open and head back; he’s not watching shit. Nonetheless, you rest your head on his thigh, getting comfortable, spreading your legs out to get closer to the floor so your head won't be bent at an awkward angle, ignoring the pain in your knees and the ache in your jaw. 

The only sounds filling the room are Bucky’s ragged breathing and the movie playing in the background. There is saliva everywhere, his cock, all over his balls, down to his ass and on the couch. His cock is constantly leaking precum into your mouth but you don’t swallow, letting his taste linger on your tongue. 

This isn’t what you wanted, you wanted him to demolish you. Sitting with his cock in your mouth is giving you too much time to think, so you do what any sane person would do - be a brat. At the first suckle, Bucky lets out a broken moan, at the second, he knows what you’re up to. Flicking your ear with his metal hand he hisses, “Don’t make me punish you, bitch.” At the third, he yanks you off of his dick, a trail of drool and precum keeping the two of you connected, as slaps you once again with his flesh hand, this time not soothing the marred flesh with his metal hand.

He stands and kicks the couch out of the way and pulls you with him by the neck. “You disobedient little-” he cuts himself short at the small puddle of slick that he finds from your previous position. “Is that what I think it is?” You only whine in response, his grip on your neck never faltering. 

With his free hand, he reaches down to your pussy to feel just how wet you are, confirming his suspicions. “What a dirty fucking slut, leaking all over my floor.” He pulls you in closer to him just to whisper, “Lick it the fuck up, bitch,” before pushing you to the ground. 

Your knees hit the wood hard and pain runs up your spine. You ignore the ache and brainlessly lap at your juices on the floor before Bucky smushes your cheek against the puddle and you moan. “Messy bitch, you are? Cunt is pulsing, waiting for my dick. Too bad I have to punish you, isn’t it, slut?” He leans down to the floor, eyes lined up with yours. “Daddy is going to give you ten spanks and I want you to count them.” You don’t respond immediately, stuck in a sort of limbo, drawn in further at the softness in his eyes.

No matter how hard he tries, Bucky can’t hide his devotion to you, that’s why he doesn’t let you look at him when he needs to play this role. His whole face softens at your silence, fearing he’s gone too far. “Color, sugar.” Stroking your cheek, he leans in closer, breathing you in.

“Green, daddy, so green.” The sigh Bucky lets out is audible and he feels ten times lighter.

“Good girl, you want to keep going the way we were?” Even though you said green, he wants to be certain.

“Yes please, daddy, want you to be mean.” You look so small and soft. Bucky struggles to put his facade back up, but he knows you need this.

Bucky positions himself behind you, staring at your ass and glistening pussy, and feels his cock bounce. The first slap isn’t soft by any means, you know there will be a handprint left. Your body jolts and Bucky groans at the jiggle of your ass. “One.” The second is on your other cheek and makes you clench around nothing. “Two.” He lands the next two much harder on the same cheek and you feel tears form in your eyes, yet continue to count, digging your nails into your palm.

He repeats the two spanks to your left cheek and takes a break to sooth your heated and raised skin with his metal hand after you’ve counted. The ground beneath your cheek is hard and unforgiving, leaving you neck bent at an odd angle. Spank seven lands on the back of your right thigh and somehow feels much stronger. “Shit! Seven, daddy.” Eight is on your left, and is just as hard. Your entire lower body aches: cunt pulsing and throbbing for his cock, thighs burning, and ass red and raw, sobbing with every impact.

“These last two are going to be harder, slut, since you forgot to count.” Even with his warning, you aren’t prepared. They are hard and fast, hearing them before you feel them, knocking the breath out of you, and you try to scramble up, but Bucky holds you down. “Don’t run away from me, you know better.” All of a sudden, the sharpest and most excruciating pain blooms from your cunt, and then you hear the wet smack of his metal hand hitting your core. 

You wail, body shooting up, legs fighting to close to soothe the sting left. Before you can, Bucky’s hand on the back of your head keeps you to the ground, while he slams his cock into your cunt, not stopping to let you adjust. “That’s it, fuck. Such a good pussy. Dirty fucking bitch.” You can’t breathe, his cock is knocking all of the air out of your lungs. The only sounds in the room are Bucky’s moans and the wet slapping of skin, his heavy balls banging against your sore clit. With each thrust you’re sure he’s hitting your cervix.

The hand on the back of your head leaves to grab your hip, letting him fuck you even faster, the both of you sliding further and further on the floor. You try to brace yourself with your hands, but the brutality of his fucking is no match. “Daddy, fuck, s-so g-good, please!” You don’t know what you’re begging for, but your cunt is pulling him in, barely letting him pull out.

Bucky is practically chasing you on the floor, hips never slowing down, eyes trained on your pussy, loving the creamy white mess on his dick. “Fuuuck, look at the ass bouncing on daddy’s cock, shit! Love the way this fat fucking ass looks when its all red and sore.” He’s in heaven, with the tight clench of your cunt wrapping around his cock, making him feel crazy.

“Daddy! I can’t, f-fuck, please, too much!” You’re fucking delirious with pleasure, feeling something twisting inside of you. You searched for something to hold on to, only finding smooth surface, legs locking, body seizing up.

“You can and you will take this dick, bitch. I don’t care if it makes you fucking bleed.” The pressure in your core builds tighter and tighter, all the while, Bucky’s hips never falter, sack still ramming against your clit.The breath is knocked out of you when you feel the most intense orgasm of your life pass through you.

Keening and wailing, you squirt on Bucky’s cock, the sounds of your fucking somehow getting even more wet until the force of your orgasm pushes his cock out. Your body is left twitching. There is a much larger puddle on the floor now - your cum. Bucky could fucking cum at the sight of your pathetic body laying on the ground, body wrought with pleasure. “Fuck, sugar! That was so fucking hot! You squirted all over, shit! I fucking love you so goddamn much.” 

The entire lower half of his body is covered with your cum and Bucky swears he can feel his heartbeat in his cock. Nonetheless, he wraps his arms around your waist and hulls you over to where he kicked the couch, placing your upper half on the cushions. “You’re so fucking wet now I bet I could slide right into that tight ass, what do you think, slut?” Your core pulses at the thought of his fat cock in your ass, the two of you don’t usually do anal, given how big he is, but you can’t think straight, especially after cumming so hard.

“Yes, daddy. I want your big cock in my ass, want you to fill me up.” Bucky groans at the thought of his excessive load running out of your ass. Leaning back, he ruts against your pussy, gathering more of your slick, before spreading your cheeks with his hands, staring at your puckered hole. He lines his cock up and watches as precum leaks from his tip.

His cock is huge, much longer and thicker than average, and he knows it. Grabbing himself near his tip, he pushes, grunting at the resistance, knowing that this would be much easier if he takes the time to prep you, but you want to be treated like a whore. “You gotta loosen the fuck up, bitch or else I’ll really fucking hurt you. Want this fucking ass so bad, better let daddy in. Cock is too big for this little ass, isn’t it, gonna split you in half, leave you leaking for days.” 

He pushes harder, tip finally popping in, causing searing pain to shoot through you. Crying out, you try to pull forward to escape the burning pain, wiggling further into the couch. Bucky leans over, careful not to push in any further, he knows you need a moment, any other time you would have been fully prepped and he would have slid right in, and wraps his metal hand around your neck, shushing you, “Shhhh, stop being so dramatic.” 

After a few minutes, the pain begins to subside and your breathing calms down. Keeping his hand around your throat, he pushes in, inch by inch, and the pain comes back. You whine into the cushion, every new inch burning more than the last until his hips are flush with your ass. “What the fuck?! Your ass is so fu-fucking tight, shit! Fucking milking my cock, wanna pound this little hole, wanna fucking ruin you.”

Burying his face in the back of your neck, Bucky was taking deep breaths, completely out of it. He wasn’t thinking straight, not when your tight hole was hugging every inch of his cock. You on the other hand, were struggling, it was too much too fast. It fucking hurt, there were tears in your eyes, but your pussy was aching like it wanted more. Your clit throbbed with need, even when your ass was stretched to the brim.

You didn’t want to stop, but you needed a break, before Bucky could move his hips you muttered, “Yellow, daddy, yellow.” The hand on your neck left and Bucky maneuvered his upper body so that he could look you in the eye without moving his cock. His entire demeanor was different, back was your sweet, caring boyfriend. 

“Good girl, daddy’s so proud of you for using your safe word. Shhh, it’s okay, sugar. Do you just need a second to breathe? Take your time, if you need to stop I will.” Bucky caresses your face as he soothes you, bringing you back down. His cock is still buried to the hilt in your ass, driving him insane. He wants to rail you so fucking bad, tip of his cock probably purple by now, but he would never do anything you didn’t want to, more than willing to sit with his cock inside of you until you’re ready or decide to stop.

You don’t know how much time passes, but eventually, you loosen up and your mind goes fuzzy once again, desperate for him to move. You wiggle your hips, rocking back and forth, instead of pain, blinding pleasure courses through you. “Green, daddy. I’m ready, just needed to get used to your fat cock, want you to pound into me.” Bucky lets out the most sinful groan and stills your hips with his hands.

He starts out slow, easing you into his motions, gradually gaining speed and force the louder your moans get. “Daddy, faster, please, harder, feels so good!” You were practically sobbing, loving the way he was splitting you open. His hips and thighs were wet from when you squirted on him, slapping against your ass, everytime he pulled back a vulgar shlick sound could be heard.

He fucked you faster and harder, staring at where you were connected. “This fucking ass feels incredible. Taking me so well, knew you could do it, fuck. Splitting your tiny ass in half. Oh God!” He could feel his orgasm building up, fighting it off everytime his cum filled sack slapped against your pussy. Letting go of your hips he snarled, “Show daddy how much of a fucking slut you are and bounce that fat ass on his cock.”

You whined, but complied anyway, digging your toes into the floor to get more leverage to keep slamming back on his cock. The sounds of skin slapping and both of your moans completely drowned out the ending of Bucky’s movie, not that either of you cared. Panting and moaning, you kept working yourself on him, feeling another orgasm bubbling up.

Meeting your thrusts, Bucky was rambling, not having one coherent thought in his head, “Look at that, give me that ass, yes! Don’t you dare fucking stop, bitch, want you to milk this cock. Love the way it fucking bounces, never seen anything like it, oh fuck!” He was getting whiny, high pitched moans falling from his lips. He couldn’t help it, his cock was too fucking sensitive and you felt too good. 

“M Gonna cum, daddy! Can I cum?” Bucky practically growls, getting up to his feet to squat, not missing a beat while still trusting in you. Every time his pelvis met your ass he whined and whimpered, loving the way it jiggled. He could feel you clenching around him, drawing his own orgasm closer.

“Not until I do. Fucking hold it, bitch.” It seemed impossible, but Bucky fucked you even faster, his hips moving at a ferocious speed. He wanted to cum so fucking bad and your high pitched moans were about to make him bust. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. I’m gonna fucking nut. You want daddy to fill your ass up, huh? God! Fuck, I’m splitting you in two. Uhhh. Balls are so heavy, so much cum. Fuuuuuuck. Daddy’s gonna fill you up, have you leaking.”

His hand wraps around your throat and chokes you, hips still smashing against yours, your orgasm barely being held in. You try to talk, get him to let you cum, but no words come out. Bucky felt his orgasm approach, balls pulling up, “Shiiit, daddy’s gonna cum, gonna flood your ass, you ready, cum with your daddy. Right. Fucking. Now.” Bucky cums with a long, drawn out moan. The feeling of his endless load pouring into your ass sends you over the edge and you cum so hard your vision goes black for a second. Waves upon waves of pleasure coursing through you. Bucky’s hips jerk involuntarily, prolonging both of your orgasms. 

As you both catch your breaths, you feel Bucky begin to soften inside of you, still plugging your hole, stopping his cum from leaking back out. “You were so good for me, sugar. I’m so proud of you.” At those words you feel your bottom lip begin to tremble. Burying your face into the cushions, a sob escapes your throat, all of your emotions finally bubbling over.

Running his hands up and down your back, Bucky soothes you. This was always his least favorite part, seeing you cry. He knows that you’re crying isn’t because of him, but there is always a twinge of fear that shoots through his body, scared that he went too far with you. Bucky pulls out as gently as he can, hissing when the air touches his spent dick, and moves to rest his back against the couch, pulling you into his lap.

Neither of you care that his cum is leaking all over. Bucky will clean the room later, after he takes care of his sweet girl. You cling to him as you sob into his neck, his hands massage your sore cheeks as he whispers in your ear, “Such a good girl for me, you made me feel so fucking good. Can’t even begin to explain how good you felt. There you go, let it out. I’m right here.”

Carefully, he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. When he tries to set you down you just cling on harder to him, not wanting to leave his embrace. “I gotta draw us a bath, sugar. You know you have to pee, I’ll be right here when you’re done.” You hesitantly let him go while he draws the bath, putting in your favorite oils. After you pee and wipe, he helps you up so you can wash your hands before sitting you both in the tub.

Before the water gets cold you’ve stopped crying, making Bucky feel much better and he washes the sweat and spit off of your face and body, being extra careful with your sensitive pussy and ass. All the while whispering sweet nothings into your ear and kissing you all over your face.

Bucky feels ten times lighter when he gets a giggle out of you. He knows that there will be days when you need him to treat you like a slut, but you know how much he loves and respects you. He takes you to bed where you take turns feeding each other chocolate that he keeps stashed in the drawer next to the bed. You’re both asleep within the hour and any remnants of your day are long forgotten when you’re wrapped up in Bucky’s arms.