Bucky looks Godly in a shirt as simple as a Henley
How is he real?!
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Iâm feeling some protective JJ Maybank on this fine evening đ€ hurt/comfort possibly? you know me just a whore for angst every day of my life
I live in angst bestie so UH DUH. For those who haven't noticed, I updated by character list to some OBX characters :D
"C'mere." JJ tugs me to his chest, strong hand cradling my jaw to take a look at the gash on my forehead, his jaw tightening at the drop of blood dripping down my temple. "Who did this to your face?" He asks lowly, frantic eyes looking around the bonfire at all of the various kooks and pogues. There's a fire lit behind his eyes, a fire that won't extinguish until he's handled whoever handled me.
"JJ, cool it-" I start but he holds a finger to my lips, pressing a simple kiss to my forehead before leaning down, getting on eye level with me, gaze dead serious.
"Don't tell me what to do." He whispers but there's no malice behind his words nor his eyes, just stern concern. "Tell me right now who did this or I'm gonna start guessing." I see Pope approach us from the corner of my eye, my head tilting to give him a pleading look almost asking him to not tell JJ, knowing it'll only end in a fight.
JJ's head tilts, blonde hair sweeping in front of his eyes and he stares at his friend, the silence forcing an uncomfortable shiver down my spine. "You know who did this, Pope?" He asks, ignoring the way my head seems to shake pleadingly at Pope.
"It was that Barry guy- the guy who fucks with Rafe." He caves in under ten seconds, a frustrated groan leaving me as JJ pushes past me, hand slipping into mine as our friends follow us closely.
"JJ, don't cause a scene- it was an accident." I tug on his arm, feeling his pounding heart beat through his fingertips and he turns back to me, gaze flickering between my eyes and then up to the wound on my forehead, clicking his tongue in disapproval.
"Fuck if I care." He grits and he's pushing me back into the arms of Kie and stalking up to Barry before I can process the murderous look on his face. "Barry!" He shouts, not giving the man a second before he grabs him by the hood, yanking him backwards and slamming him to the ground, almost immediately pinning him to the mossy ground. "You touch my girl?" He asks breathlessly, fist raised in the air as Barry laughs, shoving JJ off of him and onto the ground with a groan, ignoring the way I call out JJ's name.
"Not in the way I'd like to but sure." Barryâs words make bile rise in my throat, Kie's arms tightening around me as Pope and JB take a protective step in front of me, shielding me from Barryâs curious gaze. He doesn't get to look at me long before JJ's tackling him once more, fist driving into his face as fast and as hard as he can over and over again. "Do you have a death wish or something, kid?" Barry cries out, attempting to get the upper hand but the minute JJ turns to see my distraught expression, he's gripping Barry by the front of his shirt, the rest of the crowd calling out for him to stop.
"Do you? You trying to fuck around to find out?" JJ asks with a smirk, pulling Barry up by the collar so he can get in his face. "You touch her again, I'll put a bullet between your eyes." His voice is barely loud enough for us to hear but it's loud enough to cause whispers to erupt among the crowd and I swear a look of fear passes across Barryâs bloody expression.
Pushing off of Barry and off of the ground, JJ makes his way towards me as some of Barryâs friends attempt to help him up. Taking me from Kie, JJ tucks my head into his chest, cradling my body against his as I let out a sigh of relief. He looks down at me, soft eyes now focused on me, thumbs reaching up to brush against my clammy cheeks. "C'mon baby, lets get you cleaned up." He whispers, pecking my lips before leading me in the direction of the van, disregarding his own black eye that's forming.
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Imagine Bucky being present when you wake upâŠ
You woke up with a sharp intake of air. All of which caused great deal of pain to your chest. A small cry escaped your lips and you felt a soft hand touch your cheek gently.Â
You opened your eyes, fearing the worst but your frantic heartbeat calmed at the sight of Bucky. Your ease seemed to have rubbed off on him as you could visibly see his shoulders unwind from their tense stature.Â
His eyes, however, never dimmed in concern. âYouâre awake.â
You were. And very quickly the events of the night came crashing back. From the idea to the restaurant to the attack, you stared up at Bucky with a sad expression.
âYour date?â You whispered, certain that the night hadnât panned out as intended. You werenât sure what reply Bucky would give but the scowl on his face surprised you a little.
âAfter everything that happened, you want to know about the goddamn date?â He wondered, his brows furrowed.
It was clear that he was angry. You just werenât sure if he was angry at you or for you.
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HELP ME HELP YOU â àŒâ§âË.
ft. dick grayson !
ê° SYNOPSIS ê± : poison ivy has been flying under the radar and weaponizing her pollen to fellow criminals. itâs a shame you and dick find out the hard way.
ê° CONTENTS ê± : MDNI. f!reader. dub-con bc of sex pollen (theyâve both been pining for each other tho), dry humping, slight exhibitionism, unprotected sex, oral (f + m receiving, 69, face sitting), cum eating, multiple orgasms, missionary, mating press, cowgirl, pet names (baby, pretty), praise, creampies, mentions of breeding, light impact play (slaps your thigh once), begging, mentions of sweat and saliva, slight overstimulation, almost pure smut tbh itâs just filth â WC : 6.1k
ê° NOTES ê± : mind the tags !! iâve been wanting to write a sex pollen fic for so long iâm so excited i finally did it ! enjoy !!
reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*áŽÍËŹáŽÍ)á°*.ïŸ
another drizzly night in gotham, filled with blaring police sirens and a heavy dose of crime. patrol was going as planned for the most part. apprehending a few criminals here and there, but nothing major. to dick, it was a semi-quiet night. one that left him reflecting on his life or rather, his recent choices.
truth be told, he had missed gotham. even though it wasnât in a much better state when he had left, a large part of him knew he belonged here. bludhaven had been a good experience for him to try and break away, start his own thing. but when it came down to it, he missed it here. missed the people here, some more than others.
dick eventually got a tip from tim, stating that there were a couple of criminals causing a scene a few blocks down the road. he made it there quickly, only to run into you.
normally, it wasnât a rare sight to see you out on patrol at the same time as him, but lately, itâs been harder to be around you. he knew he was developing feelings for you, no, he already had feelings for you. but it was all so confusing. the two of you had been friends for so long, since you were teenagers.
but then he left and you stayed. even though heâs been back for about a month, it still feels like he doesnt get to see enough of you. and when heâs finally around you, he just doesnât know how to act anymore.Â
âand here i thought youâd never show up, nightwing.â you tease, getting ready to apprehend the criminals that were trying to make their next move. he easily side stepped to get into a closer range to them, ready to bring them down with you. but truthfully, a large part of his focus wasnât on them at all.
âyou know i can never resist.â he smirks. the two of you start fighting off the criminals, landing quick, steady punches.Â
âresist showing off, you mean.â you scoff, swinging your fist around, lodging it in one of the criminals' sides.
âouch,â dick takes out one of his batons, twirling it around in his hand before using it against one of the enemies. âand here i was going to help you out of the goodness of my heart, my mistake.â
the two of you move in sync, your fighting styles mimicking each other as you attempt to take down the criminals. even though itâs been awhile, the two of you mesh well together just like old times.
âwhy donât you sit back and watch how itâs done, boy wonder.â you drop down, palm hitting the pavement as you dodge an incoming attack. you use the momentum to sweep your feet under the apprehender, knocking him on his back.Â
âi mustâve struck a nerve for you to use that nickname on me.â he smirked, trying to see how far he can crawl under your skin. the criminals were still trying to fight you both, but it was a cakewalk for him. heâd rather just stand around and tease you all night if he could.
âyouâre always on my nerves.â you huff, pushing a villain off of you, watching them hobble backwards before you ready for another attack.
âgotta get your attention somehow, donât i?â he hit one of the criminals in the gut, trying to swiftly take him down.
before you can retort, you hear something clink to the floor near dick before gas starts to surround it. you both pause, attention shifting on the strange device. the criminals use the momentary lapse to their advantage.
âthatâll keep them busy for awhile.â one of the criminals snicker as they make their escape. you take a step towards them but dick holds you back, his hand gripping onto you.
something felt like it was crawling up his spine, a heat that grew more the longer he touched you.Â
âwhat are you doing?â you question him, ripping your arm from his hold. but then he realized, not touching you sent spikes of pain throughout his body, yearning for some sort of relief that he didnât know how to get.
he tries to shake it off to focus on the task at hand, pressing against his ear piece, trying to contact tim.
ânightwing.â tim greets as he presses the button. dick crouches down to look at the device the criminals threw, your eyes tracking his movements with curiosity. âreport?â
âlooks like the criminals threw a toxin at us, iâm not sure what it is but it let out a puff of gas when it hit the ground. judging by the design of it iâd say,â dick pauses, eyes widening as he flips it over in the palm of his hand. a small, green plant painted onto the side of the device. âivy.â
âalright, report back to the batcave. thereâs been rumors that sheâs been weaponizing her special pollen so we will have an antidote ready. did anyone else get hit? or are you alone?â tim replies, typing away on his keyboard.
dick looks over at you, holding your gaze for a moment. his mouth feels dry, words lodged in his throat as his body shivers. he tells tim heâs with you.
âdick, whatever you do, do not give into any urges, okay? christ, i didnât know sheâd be out on patrol too, she wasnât even scheduled.â the frustration in his voice is tinged with anxiety and panic, knowing fully well the extent of getting hit by ivyâs pollen. âboth of you get back here immediately. signing off.â
âaffirmative.â dick nods, letting tim break the line for now. his eyes hadnât left yours and he watched as you back up towards the wall behind you. he mirrors your movements, his thoughts growing hazier by the second. his more primal urges start to fight logic, a new battle unfolding in his mind.
he holds onto the wall, planting his back firmly against it as his hands form a fist. the sensation is back again, prickling under his skin like an itch he canât scratch. itâs driving him mad, sweat starting to coat his body. everything was hot, searing. any self control he had was quickly slipping through his fingers, his heart racing out of his chest.Â
even looking at you seems to make it worse, so he keeps his head against the wall, looking up at the dark sky as he tries to find the strength to move. he needs a plan, something to grasp and ground him to reality before he throws caution to the wind and takes you right here in this alleyway.
so he decides he just⊠wonât give in. thatâs it, heâll stay on this side of the wall while you stay on the other and then you go back to the cave and get the antidote. perfect.
âdickie.â or well, it wouldâve been. his attention reluctantly goes over to you as you use his nickname, eyes burning trying to keep them on your face. but the way your voice sounded, the lilt of desperation packed into it had him curious. his eyes trail down your body, watching the way your chest heaves up and down, your thighs clenching together.
âyeah?â he swallows, eyes averting to the ground, his fingers curling deeper into his fist until heâs sure his nails are about to break the skin.Â
âit hurts.â you all but whimper and his resolve cracks in half. it was always his dream to be your hero, to be someone you look up to and respect. being your knight in shining armor and eventually wooing you over one day. with the way your voice sounded, he needed to save you, do anything to make you feel better. seeing you in pain like this clawed at his heart, leaving his chest wide open. âplease, i donât know what to do.â
heâs never seen you look so helpless. youâve always had an air of confidence about you whenever you put on your suit. you took being a hero seriously, one of the many things he admired about you. but this? heâs never seen you like this. and it stirred something within him.
he swallows thickly, trying to grab control of his thoughts once again, gripping onto logic even though the pollen was directly challenging it. one by one, another decent thought slips out of his hold and is instantly replaced with one that was much more improper. the kind of thoughts heâs tried his best to repress, especially when it comes to you.
âi know.â he says, timâs word of caution fleeting from his mind. pressing himself off against the wall, he bounds over to you, finding himself directly in front of you, his palm pressed against the wall by your head. you gasp and it takes every last bit of him to not devour your sweet sounds. âfuck, we have to get back to the cave.â
your eyes flutter shut as his words breathe across your face, the raspy tone from his voice luring you in.Â
âplease.â you say again, the words barely above a whisper.
the rubber band snaps and the tension breaks, your bodies surging towards each other, clicking into place as your lips finally collide. the pollen saturating every nerve in your body, an overwhelming tsunami threatening to consume you and take him down with you.
but he wasnât faring any better. his hands were shaking with need, his movements clumsy, not because they werenât practiced, but because he had never needed anything more in his life.
he kisses you with a bruising force he usually reserves for when he fights, unable to hold himself back as the pollen dances throughout his veins chanting more, more, more.
visions invade his mind, betraying all the walls heâs so carefully put in place over the years. the amount of times heâs dreamed of having you, the amount of times heâs fisted his cock to the thought of you, was all coming to a burning point. if he didnât have you now, it felt like his body would disintegrate.Â
a groan rips from his throat, rumbling against your lips as he tries to devour you. his hands roam all over your body, almost kneading against every part of you to get a proper feel. but it wasnât enough.
âhave to feel you, please- need you closer.â he manages to choke out, his plump lips swollen with your passion, his dark blue eyes blown all the way out into a dark, stormy abyss. with a small nod of your head, heâs pushing you against the wall, slipping his thigh between your legs. he grinds against your hips, seeking out any sort of relief while also trying to provide you some.
the kiss is hardly graceful â teeth clashing against each other, trying to consume the other. thereâs no fight for dominance, no careful hesitance, just pure unabridged desperation. he feels you reach for your mask, already trying to take off anything that serves as a barrier between you and him.
âf-fuck, wait, keep your mask on. we canât-â he didnât finish the sentence as you rolled your hips against him instead, body jerking in his hold. somehow the gravity of the situation rings in his head for a moment. âshit, wait, we should talk about this, right?â
âweâre just helping each other out,â you gasp, kissing along his jaw. your fingers dig into his biceps, voice straining as you try to keep yourself together for a moment. âit hurts so much, i canât stand it. help me and iâll help you.â
âcanât say no to that logic.â he picks you up, pressing you against the wall as he presses his aching cock to your core. the relief it brought had his eyes rolling to the back of his head, gripping onto you tighter as his body reacts in a way itâs never done before.
he grinds against your clothed cunt, the fabric of your suits making it easier to hurriedly slide against each other. he wishes he could feel how tightly youâd wrap around him instead of this but he needed release now, and this was the quickest way to get it.
and youâre just as bad as him, bucking your hips against him to gain any sort of friction, your hands pawing all over his body.
âplease-â you whine in his ear, âstop teasing me, let me feel you.â your body felt on fire, something crackling just beneath the surface. the friction you were getting wasnât enough, giving you pleasure but you also craved more.
âc-canât.â he gasps, moving his hips faster as he feels a high coming on. âmâclose.â
it was all building up deep within him, pleasure fighting pain and hurtling him towards the unknown. but he knew it would help, god, he knew anything with you would save him somehow.
his aching cock was still pressed up against the tight suit he had on, throbbing and pulsing as if it was trying to make its great escape. but the sound of your moan brought him back to the moment, the sweet mewl tumbling out of your lips as you reach your high. it sends him over the edge, cumming in his suit, hips stuttering against yours.
after a moment to catch your breath, you look at each other. the pain and fire are still as strong as ever, in fact, it might even be worse now. he needs to be inside you, feeling your warm walls hold onto him as he releases load after load deep within you.
âwe need to-.â he pauses, breath hitching as you start rubbing against him again. the words die in his throat, no longer thinking of the batcave and the antidote.Â
âi need more, please we canât stop here.â you whine, looking up at him. whatever you were doing felt so good, feeding into the unstoppable desire that ignited in him.Â
âwe need to find somewhere to go.â he decides, holding onto you tightly.
âthereâs a safehouse close by.â you suggest and suddenly it was like a veil was lifted. the fog cleared, and all he could see was you. your unfocused eyes, the way you pawed at him, he knew exactly what to do.
âi know the one, letâs go.â he grabs your hand, practically running down the street with you dragging behind him. but you manage to keep up with him. heâs relieved that no one is really out here, even though the night life was never tame in gotham, he considered it a small blessing that the streets were somewhat quiet tonight.
the safehouse was nestled in between a slew of apartments. he easily grabbed the key from under the mat and shoved the door open, the hinges yelling in protest. he all but pushes you inside, slamming the door shut and sealing you both in.
your body hits the door as soon as he closes it, his brute strength easily manhandling you into any position he wants. you were more than ready for it, wrapping your legs around his waist as your heels dig into his perfect ass, pulling him closer.
he groans as you roll your hips against his, trying to get closer to his straining cock. depravity takes over as you're practically humping against each other, shimming out of your suits. some part of you had to still be touching him â your lips, your hands, anything.
finally, youâre both freed of your restricting clothing, ripping it down just enough so he could gain better access to you, barely caring that he was shredding your hero suit. but it didnât seem like you minded either as your nails raked against his chest.
âyou ready for me?â he fists his aching cock, throbbing and glistening with his cum. the tip was so red, you wondered if he was in any pain â or if it matched the same one you felt in between your thighs.Â
âhurry, need you to-â you didnât get a chance to finish your sentence.Â
dick slipped into you with one rough shove, filling you all the way up in one delicious motion. you gasp, throwing your head back into the door at the sudden intrusion, your back arching off of the wooden panel.
âsorry, baby.â his arm slips around your waist, his palm spreading along your back for support. âsâokay, youâre okay, yeah?â
he doesnât move for a moment to try to let you adjust, his body practically screaming at him for waiting. but he felt so weak for you, couldnât help but start rocking his hips. it didnât take long for his urges to take over.Â
his hands pushed down onto your waist, steadying himself so he could get deeper. the only thought that crossed his mind was how good you felt, how well you took him â and it only made him more determined to make you fall apart just like you were making him.
why had he waited so long to make a move? he couldâve done this sooner, years ago. it pissed him off, frustrated heâs gone so long without knowing how good your cunt felt wrapped around his cock. the anger only intensifies his thrusts, the door rattling behind you in protest.
âs-slow down!â you cry out, not really thinking of what you were saying. the last thing you wanted was for him to slow down, but everything felt so fast, so overwhelming that your brain couldnât keep up with it.
âthatâs not what you really want.â he grunts out, lips latching onto your neck. he needed to leave little marks on you. a reminder for him that this is really happening, that this is real. heâs finally fucking you. âyouâre so tight, you feel so good fâme.â
âall for you, only for you.â you start to babble, drunk off the sensation heâs feeding you. your legs wrap tighter around his waist, driving him deeper than he already was. his pace stutters for a second, his release already sneaking up on him. âah- mâalready close!â
âme too, baby.â he breathes, his voice raspier than youâve ever heard it. âplease let me cum inside, need to fill you up and breed this pretty pussy.â
you clench around his words, nodding your head profusely, body tightening as electricity shoots through your body as you cum around his cock. your eyes roll to the back of your head as he continues to thrust into you, desperately chasing his own release.
âyes, yes, need it, please!â you moan, practically milking his cock. once you give him the okay, he drives as deep as he can and lets out a broken moan as he fills you up.
âshit.â he grunts out, his breathing far out of his control. he lowers you down, letting you land on your feet. but you can hardly stand, his grip tight on your elbows to keep you upright. the two of you just stare at each other for a moment, trying to process what just happened, whatâs currently happening. intense need swarms his mind again and pain spreads throughout his body with every passing second he isnât inside of you.
instinctively, you drop to your knees, your hand lightly grasping around his slick base. dick lets out a hiss of pleasure, tossing his head back as he feels the slight essence of reprieve.Â
âneed you in my mouth,â you look up at him, slowly pumping his cock. he twitches in your hand with interest, the sex pollen still sending his body into overdrive. he doesnât even feel overstimulation, all he feels is lust and the overwhelming need to wreck you.
âgo ahead, baby.â you wrap your lips around his cock, hollowing out your cheeks as you get right to work. his eyes roll back and he needs to grip onto the back of your head for support â otherwise heâd fall backwards. âdamn, knew youâd be good at this, always running your sweet little mouth whenever youâre around me. feels like heaven.â
you hum in approval, the sensation tickling his tip. you take him in deeper, your hands grabbing onto his ass for support.
âfuck, baby.â he mutters under his breath. normally, you probably wouldnât have heard it, but the pollen heightened all of your senses when it came to him. his voice sounded so raspy, so desperate, it had you squeezing your thighs together. âplease donât tease me right now or iâll fuck you against the wall again.â
so you donât, swallowing his whole length, your pretty eyes filling up with tears as you look up at him. he feels like heâs going to pass out â his head is fuzzy, his thighs are trembling, you have him under your spell and a primitive part of him is screaming at him to fix it.
âiâm gonna cum.â he moans, gripping your hair. he almost lets himself, but it wouldnât feel fair. he needed you to cum with him. the two of you were in this together. he pushes you off of him, regret already swarming his body as the pollen viciously attacks him again.
âwhatâs wrong?â you ask, wiping the spit that was pooling in the corner of your mouth. he picked you up, bringing you over to the couch.
âi have to taste you.â he tosses you on the couch, âso youâre gonna sit on my face.â
the way he said it doesnât leave any room for argument so for once, you listen to him. watching as he sits next to you on the couch. your bodies pivot so heâs laying down instead of you, an eager smile on his face.Â
you climb on top of him, going to move your hips over his eagerly awaiting mouth. but heâs impatient, the need to taste you on his tongue is too great. hastily grabbing your hips, he pulls you down on his face. you yelp in surprise, nails digging into his abs to ground yourself. he doesnât waste a second, diving into the delicious meal youâve presented him.
even without you touching him, he started to feel his own relief by swirling his tongue around your clit. his hips thrust in the air, unable to control himself. your moans and small gasps of pleasure fuel him to keep going, not planning on stopping until heâs gotten his fill.
he groans into your cunt as you start to take his leaking cock in your warm hands, focusing on his tip. you lean over his body as he holds you firmly in place so you can pull him back in your mouth, engulfing him in an instant.
his hips involuntary jerks up, pushing himself deeper and eliciting a gag from you. he would feel bad but with the way you gushed around his tongue told him otherwise.
âgod, you taste incredible.â he mumbles, making sure heâs not missing a drop. but honestly, itâs too much. your slick mixed with his cum has his mind spiraling â the taste settling on his tongue, nestling deep into his senses.
it was all a haze, trying to devour every drop of you, gripping onto your thighs so tightly that if he was thinking more clearly, he might feel bad. but the way your tongue wraps around his cock, your throat enveloping it all the way down, leaves him with very little coherent thoughts.
but he couldnât stop lapping at your cunt, every tremble, every moan, every taste of you has him wanting more and he knew that this wouldnât be enough â it might never be enough. youâve created an insatiable beast that only craves your touch.
âdick, iâm gonna cum-.â you take a gulp of air, using your hand to furiously pump his cock, fingers dancing around his tip as you usher out your words. a flare of pride spikes up with him and shoots throughout his body, his hand getting away from him as he encouragingly slaps against your thigh.
âplease, baby. come all over my face.â he knows he sounds wrecked but he doesnât care. he gets back to work, suckling on your clit more intently than before. your mewls vibrate along his length and he canât help but thrust into your mouth a little, overly excited at the prospect of you releasing all over him.Â
he helps you ride his face, guiding your movements by his grip on your thighs. with a cry of his name, you cum again, gushing all over him. at this point, he could die a happy man, cleaning you up as your thighs shake in his palms.
heâs not sure if it was your skilled mouth, your messy cunt, or the fact he managed to pull that strong of an orgasm from you â but he came in your hand that was still rubbing at his tip.
âf-fuuuuuck.â he moans out, hips jerking in your hold. after a few minutes, he feels you slide off of his face, pivoting yourself and sitting on the couch, head hanging off the back of it.
it had to be over, right? all of the pollen should be out of your systems. he sat up and mirrored your movements, looking over at you to see how you were faring. and you were already looking over at him, half lidded eyes as you were catching your breath. your skin was glistening in sweat, much like his own.
the itch creeped up his neck, sending chills over his body. it definitely wasnât done and the agony of not touching you anymore was starting to get to his head. he lunges over to you, pinning you on the couch as he lines up his cock once again.
âgod, i need to have you.â he breathes, searching your eyes to see if you feel as messed up as he does.
âyouâve got me.â you mewl before looking up and adding, âyouâve always had me.â
âreally?â disbelief coats his words, somehow managing to pause his motions even though his body is screaming at him. the fire inside of him is licking at the tightly wound coil within him, but somehow heâs able to push it down â even if itâs just for a moment. but he needs to hear this, needs to hear you.
âiâve-â you start squirming under him, no doubt feeling that same fire he did. he almost felt a little bad by delaying your gratification but god, he really needs this. he canât tell if the tears forming in your eyes are from the pollen or from the emotion thatâs been building up after all these years. âiâve always loved you dick.â
his hormones fly out of control, his hold tightening against you. every nerve in his body tells him to move but heâs somehow frozen, transfixed on your confession.Â
âi love you so much.â he manages to choke out, desire boiling in his gut once again, fueled by the sweet words heâs been dying to hear from you. it was too much, the overwhelming itch consuming him once again as âfuck, âm sorry, need to-.â
he doesnât finish the sentence, instead heâs plunging into your warm, welcoming walls. fitting together like a puzzle piece that was always destined to connect. the pollen swirls with the love shared between you two and he canât help but ruthlessly drive into you, relishing in your sharp cries of pleasure. Â
his cock slips out of you, exasperated groans both leaving your lips and into each others mouth. he reluctantly pulls apart from you, shoving himself back where he belongs before he resumes his pace.
âdick, more-.â
something shatters within him. he couldnât say it was self control â that had long been gone. but something else deep within him broke by your hands and yet, he could already feel you mending it back up.
thereâs no way to tell the passage of time, but none of that mattered to him anyway. all he could do was revel in the warmth of your soft, silken walls. his eyes scan over your face, taking in your blissed out state no doubt mirroring his own.
it had him wanting â craving more. like a man starved who had his first bite, who wouldnât be sated until he had his fill.
dickâs movements were even faster now that his body could hardly keep up. his cock slipped out of you again, and he let out a strangled sob.
everything was just so wet, both of your bodies coated in a mixture of sweat, spit and cum. he felt your slick coat his thighs, your saliva mark his neck â every inch of his skin is completely covered by your essence.
he drives himself back into you, humping against you as he chases another release. everything was burning up the longer he staved off. at this point, he needed to keep filling you up. you made it so easy for him too, greedily sucking him back in every thrust, squeezing around him so tightly his head was spinning.
driven by pure instinct, he pushes your thighs against your chest, pushing himself deeper into you.Â
âwanna take my time with you sâbadly.â he rasps out, hands pushing against your legs. âbut you just feel sâgood i canât stop.â
his mouth hung open as unsteady breaths left his lungs, trying to gulp up any air he could. but heâd much rather breathe in the sight below him, watching you sprawled out for him, sucking him into your pretty cunt has his mind short circuiting.
âyou take me so well, youâre so good to me.â he babbles, eyes squeezed shut for a moment to soak it all in. âyou were made fâme.â
his head falls forward and he feels a bead of sweat drop down the side of his face. your trained eye watched it fall, before you lean up and lick it clean off of him. he gasps in surprise, lips chasing yours once again. Â
at this point, you really couldnât call it kissing. your lips were pressed against each other but neither of you could move them properly. just unsteady breaths and moans keeping the two of you connected as pleasure overrides your senses.
arousal pours like gasoline beneath his abdomen, your pleas serving as a match to ignite his body into flames. the pollen warps his mind, drunk on your taste and only craving more of it.Â
but he needed you to cum first. he was still trying his best to help you, to relieve you of any pain. he doesnât know how long itâll take but he needs you to at least cum as much as he does.Â
âoh god, oh, itâs never, fuck, felt like this before, so good-â you moan out, arching your back up so he can get deeper.Â
âi know baby, i know.â he keeps going, harder than he had before. âyouâre so, so good to me.â
it was all too much for you, clinging onto him as he relentlessly thrusts into you. he watches as your body freezes in his grasp, bliss saturating all your features, before you forcefully come around his cock.
he wasnât much further behind, gripping the back of the couch and pushing his hips flush against yours as he fills you up once again.Â
the pollen was still tingling in his system, he could feel it. but he felt so drowsy, and he knew you were too. he presses his forehead against yours as your legs fall helplessly by his sides.
âyou okay?â he can hardly recognize his own voice.
âmhm, you?â you ask, your eyes fluttering shut for a second. he sees your face constrict with pain and he knows you feel what he feels. itâs not over yet.
âcan you handle another round?â he asks, gently caressing your cheek, wiping off what was either sweat or tears. it took so much not to jump you, but the desire was starting to lessen and becoming easier to control, but that didnât change the fact he was still so damn weak around you. one more round would soothe it all, he can feel it.
âcan you?â you laugh breathlessly, always trying to challenge him. a lazy smirk takes up his face as he adjusts you, sitting back against the couch and pulling you up into his lap. his fingers rub little circles along your hips before he digs his fingers in.
âsince youâre so confident, why donât you show me how itâs done.â he meant to sound cocky, but his voice came out twisted with need and desperation.
âwith pleasure.â you grab a hold of his still hard cock, lining it up with your sopping entrance, cum from the previous rounds dripping down your thigh. he canât help but swipe some on his finger, playing with the slightly sticky substance.
you slide down on his cock, moaning the entire way down. all he can do is look up at you, unconsciously sliding the two coated fingers in your open mouth.
you swirl your tongue around them, sucking them clean as well as you were sucking him off earlier. he moans, head hitting the back of the couch as you start rolling your hips.
âyouâre so pretty â fuck â i mean, just look at you.â he slurs, eyes glued to where you were connected. his fingers leave your mouth, sliding down your body. âyouâre the most beautiful person iâve ever seen.â
your nails dig into his shoulders, using it as leverage to grind yourself more in his lap, his neatly trimmed pubic hair brushing along your swollen clit.
he slumps back a bit, letting you take control and take what you need. mesmerized by the way your tits jiggle with each movement, he wraps his tongue around your nipple before giving it a sloppy, open mouthed kiss.
he was lazy with his movements, swirling his tongue around the perked bud and nuzzling his face against it. the more he touches them, the more he needs to.Â
your hips drag along his, bodies pressed together as it feels like lead fills your bones. but you canât stop moving against him.
âwant you to be mine.â he moans against your tits, thrusting up into you more as he feels himself getting close. all he needs to hear is your confirmation that youâll finally be his. âsay youâll be mine.âÂ
âmâyours!â your cry out at the increase of pace, fingers digging into his hair as he leaves his mark all over your breasts. âiâm all yours.â
with one final groan, his hips jerk up a few times, releasing another load into your already overflowing cunt. the grip on your hips loosen as his forehead lands on your shoulder, wincing as you keep going to chase your release. overstimulation was starting to creep up on him as the pollen started to clear out of his system. but he didnât care, heâd keep going as long as you need him to.
âcâmon baby.â he slurs, leaving open mouthed kisses along your collarbone before looking up at you like you summon the sun every more, beaconing it with your radiant, blissed out smile. âyouâre doing sâgood for me, give me another one câmon.â
âcant, iâm trying but i need more.â you move your hips a little faster with a whine of his name tumbling from your lips.
âiâm right here, fuck baby, let go fâme. youâll feel so much better i promise.â his fingers slip in between your bodies, thumb pressing firmly against your clit as you keep riding him. it sends you over the edge, gripping onto his shoulders and tossing your head back. heâs never seen a more ethereal view and if he couldâve, he wouldâve cum all over again at the sight alone.
he doesnât move his thumb as you ride out your high, squirming around in his lap as pleasure courses throughout your body. he lets go after you start twitching in his grasp, showing you mercy for the first time tonight.
you collapse into a heap on his chest, your heart racing as you try to catch your breath. he feels you curl into him, exhaustion starting to take you. heâs still nestled inside of you, with no desire to move.Â
he blinks a few times, starting to take in his surroundings. you guys definitely messed up the couch. anyone who passes through this safehouse will see the traces you two left behind for weeks to come. the thought makes him smirk a little bit.
his phone buzzes and somewhere deep in his fucked out mind he realizes he should check. heâs still technically on patrol. with one arm still securing tucked around you, he uses the other to grab his phone.
everything is a little blurry, the fog still clouding his mind, his eyes drooping as he tries to read it. your soft snores start to fill his ears as he opens the text from tim, reading the line over and over a few times in hopes of processing it better. but then he gets it â clear as day. it was from tim.
âlet me guess. you stopped at a safehouse.â
another text.
âhave fun explaining this one to bruce.â
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One Day At A Time - Nightwing x Reader
Part TwoÂ
Authorâs Note -Â Glad I finally got this one started. It was in my head for a long time. More parts are coming.
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Codename: Lazarus
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Things are complicated between you and James Barnes. For you, life doesnât mean much when you never stay dead for very long. But it might just be an ex-soviet assassin that convinces you to start living again.
In Order of Publication // All work is 18+ // Please Read Warnings
Better When WetÂ
Synopsis:Â So he pushed you in the mud, least youâre not dead.
Winter Soldier
Synopsis: A mission goes sideways and Bucky is triggered into Soldat leaving him with the consequences.
Small DeathsÂ
Synopsis: Dying is the easy part. Itâs coming back that really fucks you up
The Daddy LookÂ
Synopsis: A few little quips during a mission leads to a new chapter in the kink book.
Ass-Kicking
Synopsis:Â The one and only time you ever heard Bucky say, âKick his ass for me, doll.â
Sowing The SeedsÂ
Synopsis: Bucky seeks to find himself after the events of the mission. Hard truths come to light and three little words just might make it all better.
Catch Me If You Can
Synopsis: Â Itâs the Annual Stark Christmas Extravaganza and you hesitate to name what this thing is between you and Bucky. Maybe being spontaneous isnât always such a good thing.
Calm Before The StormÂ
Synopsis: Enjoy a lazy morning in the sheets with Bucky.
From Moscow With Love
Synopsis: The answer to that burning question, What happened in Moscow?
Easy A
Synopsis: A little bit of teasing goes a long way.
Netflix and Chill
Synopsis: Youâre having a very bad day for no good reason. Buckyâs working and so are your usual gal pals, that calls for some chilling out with your newest bestie.
Emotional Support Assassin
Synopsis: Your possessive streak is showing.
Novel Idea
Synopsis: Bucky enjoys a relaxing day reading while you bake cookies its entirely domestic.
The Broom Closet Serenade
Synopsis: You crash the party and Buckyâs inside Op just for a chance to see him in a suit while Bucky does the oldest and noblest of Spy traditions. The Broom Closet Serenade.
SpontaneousÂ
Synopsis: You and Bucky go on vacation and after a little teasing Bucky shows you just how spontaneous he can be.
Confused about the timeline? Hereâs a handy dandy list of the fics and when they happen in the Codename Lazarus timeline.
Catch Me If You Can - Ass-Kicking - Netflix and Chill -Â Emotional Support Assassin - The Daddy Look - Small Deaths - Novel Idea - Calm Before The Storm - From Moscow With Love - Better When Wet - Winter Soldier - Sowing The Seeds - Spontaneous - Easy A - The Broom Closet SerenadeÂ
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Baby doll part 7
Bucky Barnes x reader
TW- pregnancy, PTSD, mentions of torture, abuse and non-con, swearing (let me know if Iâve missed anything!)
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âTodayâs the day babydoll.â Bucky smiled as he handed you a bowl of fruit and glass of water âare you excited to find out the gender?â
âI canât wait.â You grinned, resting your free hand on your ever growing stomach âIâm a little nervous though.â
âMe too baby.â Bucky sat beside you âbut this little one is going to be so loved by the whole team, and theyâre going to have the best mummy in the world.â
âI love you James.â You smiled up at him âweâre lucky to have you in our lives.â
âI love you too angel.â He kissed you softly âboth of you.â
ââââââââââââ
Youâd explicitly said that you didnât want the gender reveal to be over the top, an instruction that had clearly been ignored.
You walked into the room and your breath was taken away by the beauty of it. Pink and blue streamers hung from the ceilings, with balloons of the same colours everywhere. A wall of white roses covered the entire back wall of the room. A long table was piled high with presents. Another was covered in fancy canapĂ©s with napkins that had â#babybarnesâ printed on. The main attraction was the huge 5 tier cake in the centre of the room, you gasped when you saw it; overwhelmed by extravagance.
âYouâre here!â Wanda squealed with excitement as she rushed over to you, pulling a âmommy to beâ sash over your head.
âDonât you think thatâs a little tacky Wanda?â Nat teased.
âThereâs nothing wrong with being a little tacky every now and then.â Wanda responded, shooting you a wink âcâmon, letâs get started!â
âWow, look at your bump!!â Peter exclaimed as you walked over to the large group of avengers âitâs so big!â
âTheyâre definitely growing quickly.â You laughed, rubbing your hand over your bump.
âDoes it feel weird?â Peter quizzed âlike having an alien inside you?â
âIt sometimes feels weird when they move.â You laugh âIâm not sure about the alien part though.â
âIâve been reading all about the birthing process.â Peter said proudly âjust in case you need any help or anything.â
âI think Dr. Cho will be able to handle it Pete.â Bucky chuckled âthatâs very thoughtful though, thanks.â
âYeah I suppose so.â Peter shrugged âalways better to be prepared though.â
âI guess youâre right.â Bucky laughed.
âCan we get on with it?â Tonyâs voice boomed across the room âI canât wait any longer!â
âYou ready angel?â Bucky turned to you, you nodded in excitement.
The team gathered around you excitedly as you and Bucky took hold of the knife.
âHere we go.â Bucky said softly to you, before you both plunged the knife into the cake and began cutting the slice.
âOh my god.â You gasped when you saw the colour âpink!!!â
âA girl!â Bucky pulled you into a hug âour precious girl, I canât believe it!â
Shouts of congratulations rang across the room, everyone was clearly excited and many tears were shed.
âSheâs going to be incredible.â Steve grinned as he approached you both âa real beauty too.â
âActually Steve, we wanted to have a word with you about something if thatâs okay?â You said, ushering him into a quiet corner.
âIs everything okay?â He asked anxiously.
âEverythingâs fine.â You reassured him âwe just had a question for you.â
âShoot.â He looked confused.
âHow do you feel about being the godfather?â Bucky asked, a grin on his face.
âReally!?â Steve shouted excitedly âoh my god, yes of course! Are you guys sure? Fuck, this is amazing! I promise Iâll be the best godfather ever. Thank you guys so much! This is perfect, I already love her so much!â
âJesus, take a breath pal.â Bucky teased his friend.
âSorry...this is just...itâs amazing.â Steve grinned âIâm so honoured, thank you guys!â
âAs if it could be anyone else.â Bucky smiled âtil the end of the line pal.â
âTil the end of the line.â Steve repeated.
You began your journey across the room to find Wanda, pulling her into a corner the same way you had with Steve.
âWhatâs going on?â She asked both of you.
âWe wanted to ask you if youâd be her godmother?â You got straight to the point, excited to see Wanda reaction.
âOh my god!! Yes yes yes, a million percent yes!!â She squealed, hugging you and Bucky tightly âI swear Iâll do anything for her, Iâll be the best godmother ever!â
ââââââââââââ
The next day all the avengers sat around a table in a conference room, waiting for Steve to speak.
âWe still have no news on Rumlow.â Steve eventually spoke up âthe likelihood is that he will try and take her at some point...it may be best for Y/N to be aware of the situation.â
âNo.â Bucky spoke up âshe canât handle it, Iâm not hurting her like that.â
âWe need her to be aware of the risks.â Steve argued âso she can take the proper precautions.
âYou know what this news will do to her Steve?â Bucky raised his voice âitâll make her shut down again, this will break her. Itâs not good for her or the baby.â
âIâm sorry Buck, the decisions been made.â Steve said firmly âI think it would be better if the news came from you, but if you donât tell her I will.â
âThis is bullshit!â Bucky shouted âabsolute fucking bullshit!â
âBucky, you need to calm down.â Nat said, placing a hand on his shoulder.
âDonât tell me to fucking calm down!â Bucky rose to his feet ânone of you see what sheâs still going through because of that bastard. The nightmares, the flashbacks, the constant anxiety. Sheâs only just started to feel safe again, this would send her right back to the beginning.â
âItâs for the best, for her safety.â Steve refused to back down âyou have 24 hours to tell her or I will.â
Bucky kicked over his chair and punches the wall before storming out, muttering under his breath.
âHe took that better than I thought he would.â Sam spoke up âI thought heâd at least punch you Steve.â
âââââââââââ
âSweetheart?â Bucky entered your room, smiling to himself when you saw you curled up in an armchair reading âcan I talk to you for a second?â
âOf course.â You smiled at him âis everything okay?â
âItâs about Brock.â Bucky said softly.
Your book immediately fell from your grasp, tears beginning to form in your eyes.
âHeâs in the states.â Bucky began to explain âwe were tracking him but...weâve lost him.â
âW-what?â Your voice was barely a whisper.
âI swear nothing will happen to you baby, heâs not going to come near you ever again.â Bucky reached out to hug you but you flinched away, tears streaming down your face.
âHe...heâs going to find me.â You said through tears âheâs going to take me back there...â
âHe wonât angel, I promise.â Buckyâs voice was pleading âweâre going to find him and heâs going to go to jail.â
âI canât let him hurt her.â You cradled your bump protectively âplease donât let him hurt her.â
âHeâs not going to hurt either of you baby.â Bucky reassured you âI swear weâre going to keep you both safe.â
âHe tortured me.â You whispered âhe electrocuted me and starved me and beat me until I was unconscious.â
Bucky sat beside you, allowing you to speak. Youâd never spoken to him about what Brock had done, part of him was relieved you were finally opening up.
âHe kept me cuffed to the bed.â Your voice remained low âhe raped me every day. He burned me and carved his fucking name into my chest because I said your name in my sleep...you canât let him take me again...I canât let him do that again.â
âHeâs going to pay...I swear it Y/N. Heâs going to pay for all of it.â Bucky had tears of his own falling from his eyes âeverythingâs going to be okay again.â
âJust donât let him hurt our girl.â You whispered, leaning your head on Buckyâs shoulder.
âââââââââââ
âHowâs Y/N?â Steve asked Bucky as he approached him in the kitchen.
âNot sleeping, barely eating, spends 90% of her time in silence. Itâs broken her...just like I said it would.â Bucky snarled at his best friend.
âIâm sorry.â Steve looked down âbut she had a right to know.â
âJust find him Steve.â Bucky sighed âshe wonât feel safe until you do.â
âI swear we will.â Steve said sincerely âand then things can go back to normal...we can focus on the arrival of your little girl.â
âThatâs all I want.â Bucky sighed âI just want them to be okay.â
âYouâll be a great dad Buck.â Steve smiled at his friend âand youâre a great partner to Y/N, you guys will get through this. Itâs all going to be okay.â
Bucky turned around when he heard you enter the kitchen.
âHey baby.â He smiled at you âyou okay?â
You nodded in response, slowly approaching him and wrapping your arms around his waist.
âItâs good to see you Y/N.â Steve smiled softly, immediately noticing the bags under your eyes.
âSheâs kicking.â You mumbled quietly âthought you might want to feel Buck.â
Bucky pressed his hand over your bump, his heart racing when he felt tiny kicks against his palm.
âSheâs a strong girl.â He smiled down at you âjust like her mummy.â
âDo you want to feel Steve?â You asked quietly.
âIâd love to.â Steve grinned, slowly approaching you and placing his hand next to Buckyâs.
âHas there been any update on Brock?â You asked Steve once he removed his hand.
âWeâre still working on it.â Steve looked at you sympathetically âtry not to worry Y/N, weâll find him.â
You nodded in response, trying not to let the tears that were forming spill over.
âWhy donât we go take a look at some colour swatches for the nursery?â Bucky suggested, trying to cheer you up âweâve only got 12 weeks to get it finished.â
âOkay.â You said timidly, taking his hand in yours and walking towards your daughters room.
ââââââââââ
As the weeks continued to pass there was no update about Brock, you tried to convince yourself that was good news but you couldnât help but feel anxious. You know you wouldnât feel safe until he was behind bars.
âYou okay doll?â Bucky asked as he combed his hand through your hair.
âI just hope they find him soon.â You let out a sigh âI feel like Iâm constantly on edge.â
âSteve will find him.â Bucky reassured you âheâs not going to come near you ever again.â
âââââ 3 weeks laterââââââ
âWe found him on some security footage.â Steve approached Bucky âheâs close Buck...less than an hour from here.â
âWhat do we do?â Bucky asked.
âI think you and Y/N should move into a safe house.â Steve suggested âheâs going to target the compound, and until we have him captured I donât feel good about her being here.â
âYou do realise sheâs due in 2 months?ïżœïżœïżœ Bucky responded âdo you really think itâs a good idea?â
âI think itâs the safest idea.â Steve let out a sigh âi was thinking Parker could go with you, for back up just in case anything happens?â
âHow long do you think itâll be for?â Bucky asked.
âNo more than a week.â Steve reassured his friend âweâve got a solid lead on him now, heâs not getting away again.â
âOkay.â Bucky sighed âI guess Iâll go pack.â
Bucky was surprised by how well you took the news of moving to the safe house, you even cracked a smile when it was mentioned that Peter would be coming with you as an extra precaution.
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âItâs just for a week right?â You asked Bucky as he drove you towards your temporary home.
âJust a week.â He confirmed âdonât want to risk our little princess making an early entrance, I donât think me and Peter would know what to do.â
âI have a pretty good idea of how it works!â Peter piped up from the backseat âI told you Iâd been reading up on it.â
âNo offence Peter, but I really donât want you to deliver my baby.â You laughed.
âYeah that probably wouldnât be ideal.â Peter laughed âitâd be a cool story though!â
âWeâre here.â Bucky said as you pulled up to a detached house, there were no other homes in the area; you were completely isolated.
You went to pick up one of the cases but Bucky quickly snatched it from your grasp, mumbling about how you needed to be careful in your condition; it made you laugh.
âApparently itâs a retinal scanner.â Bucky spoke up as you approached the security pad on the front door âit only opens if you input the right password too.â
âWhatâs the password?â Peter asked.
âNot gonna tell you that kid.â Bucky responded âIâm the only one who needs it, itâs safer that way.â
Peter nodded in acceptance as Bucky allowed his eye to be scanned before punching in the code.
The house was beautiful, you made your way into a large kitchen with white marble counter tops and an island surrounded by bar stools in the centre. Before making your way into the modest living room, taken up primarily by a large L-shaped sofa and an oak coffee table.
âThereâs a panic button in each room.â Bucky spoke up âit sends a message direct to the compound, the whole team will be here within 5 minutes.â
You hummed in response, before flopping down onto the sofa and letting out a sigh.
âYou want some water Y/N?â Peter asked attentively.
âThatâd be great Peter, thanks.â You smiled, although your smile turned into a wince when your daughter kicked your ribs.
âYou okay?â Bucky asked, picking up on your pained expression immediately.
âSheâs very active today.â You smiled up at him âmy ribs seem to be her favourite thing to kick at the moment.â
âGive your mom a break kid.â Bucky leant down to speak directly to your bump âshe needs to rest.â
âI canât believe sheâll be here in 2 months.â You smiled at Bucky âI canât wait to meet her.â
âMe neither.â Bucky planted a kiss on your bump âhave you thought about names yet?â
âI have a few ideas.â You said âwhat about you?â
âGive me some options.â Bucky suggested âIâm not too good with girls names.â
âI like Sophia, Elsie, Belle and Ophelia.â You said without hesitation âtheyâre my favourites.â
âI like Belle.â Bucky rubbed a hand over your bump âcan we have Rebecca as her middle name? After my sister.â
âBelle Rebecca Barnes.â You smiled âsounds perfect.â
âOur perfect girl.â Bucky smiled back.
âââââââââââ
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Soak in the Tub
Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: You want to relax in the bathtub with Bucky. He wants to make you feel good.
Word Count: Over 1.9k
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, fingering, implied unprotected vaginal sex, dirty talk, inner monologue, established relationship, feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: My first Bucky Barnes Smut Menu fic of 2024, courtesy of @ellemj, and it belongs to Stud and Smartie, thanks to a sweet nonnie's inspiration. Crossing off roommate and fingering. â€ïž Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
âTake a bath with me, Stud.â
Bucky sat in his chair with a book in hand as you walked by in your robe. You glanced behind you just in time to see him look up from the page and sweep his gaze over your body. âWas that a request or an order?â He asked, placing the bookmark in-between the pages.
You raised an eyebrow as you turned back toward him. âLetâs call it an order in the form of a request,â you teased, putting a hand on your hip when he pretended to consider it. âCome on. Please?â
It was a quiet afternoon and the two of you had nowhere to be. As much as you didn't want to interrupt his reading, you finished the puzzle you were working on earlier and wanted just a bit of attention. Not much, but some.
And as soon as you finished soaking in the tub, he could go right back to reading.
He chuckled and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. âAnd why are you heading toward my bathroom and not yours?â
You loosened the tie on your robe enough to expose some of your skin, your heart pounding against your ribcage when his eyes followed the motion. You both knew he was going to join you. âBecause your bathroom has the bigger tub,â you reminded him. It was only fair that he got the luxurious bathtub since the apartment was his long before you moved in. âAnd we both know you love the oil I use.â
âThatâs our little secret, Smartie.â Bucky set the book aside and pushed himself to his feet. It was your turn to stare as he stretched, the bottom of his shirt riding up to expose the top of his underwear and just enough of his chiseled abs that your brain began to shut down and reboot. âShould I take my shirt off for you so you can see more of me?â
Fucking duh.
You blinked rapidly and felt your cheeks heat up when he smirked, but you refused to feel shame that he caught you staring. You had every right to look at the gorgeous specimen that was your roommate and lover. Considering he looked at you as if he could swallow you whole at any given moment, it was only fair to return the favor.
âI want you to take everything off. Iâll start,â you said, taking a breath before you pushed the robe from your shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
As it pooled at your feet, you saw nothing but love and desire in his azure eyes. âFuck,â he whispered, your confidence soaring when you heard his metal fingers curl.
You fought the urge to grip his long hair and drag him in for a deep kiss. If you did, you wouldn't make it to the bathtub and you really wanted a soak. âYou can join me when you pick your jaw up off the floor,â you smiled, turning and walking away with a sway of your hips.
You exhaled when you got to his bathroom, your legs a little wobbly and an ache growing between your legs. It wouldn't be long until Bucky joined you, so you went right to the tub and turned the water on. You tested it with your fingers before you added the oil, inhaling the scent with a hum.
âTook me a minute to pick my jaw up,â Bucky said from behind you as you straightened up and spun around. âYou're just too beautiful.â
You somehow managed not to preen from his compliment or collapse when you stared his muscular chest and abdomen, his clothes long gone. You took an extra second to admire the naked man in front of you. He heard from you more than once that he had the body of a god, one to worship and die for. His thick cock only made your knees weaken more as you glanced down.
Fuck, I want it in my pussy. In my mouth. Just give it to me.
But beneath the gorgeous package, Bucky was stunning because he was the best man you knew. No one affected you the way he did. You suspected no matter how long you were together that it would always be that way.
âSo, you had me slack jawed and now I render you speechless,â he winked, brushing his body against yours as he moved close to the tub. âWeâre quite the pair.â
âYeah, we are,â you smiled, your heart swelling before he turned and gave you a chance to check out his backside.
Would he fault me if I bit one of his cheeks?
Bucky stepped into the tub with a sigh and slowly sank down, nodding for you to join him as he spread his massive thighs. You let out a moan of appreciation as you got in and sat down between his legs. As large as he was, there was enough space that the two of you could relax together.
Whatever home the two of you eventually moved into or had built would have to have a nice soaker tub.
âWe really are quite the pair,â he told you, bringing another smile to your face. âIâm keeping you forever.â
And ever.
âIâm keeping you, too.â
As he wrapped his arms around you to pull you back against him, you were happy to sit there in comfortable silence. You cherished the conversations you had, but also adored the moments like this when you said nothing at all. Where you could just hold each other and feel secure and connected.
That's love.
Bucky used his foot to turn the water once it was high enough and put some soap in the nearby washcloth, drawing a gasp from you when he brought it to your inner thigh.
âYou do know I can wash myself,â you teased, but didn't stop him from moving it along your leg.
âI know you can,â he said, your stomach flipping as his hand moved higher. It was a completely innocent gesture, but he could make anything sinful. âBut I like doing these kinds of things for you.â
The unwavering sincerity in his tone made your heart melt. âThank you.â
He switched to your other leg as your body relaxed more, your thighs parting without him needing to ask. Your body was completely in tune with him. And it was nice to have someone who wanted to take care of you.
âSo, was there any particular reason why you wanted to have a bath together?â He asked against your skin, his hot breath making you shiver and tilt your head slightly.
âJust wanted you to relax with me,â you replied, a whimper slipping out as his lips moved delicately along your neck. Your eyes fluttered, thankful that you were sitting since you felt weak in the knees.
Bucky made a sound like he didn't quite believe you. âMaybe you did, but I also think you wanted me in here so I could see you naked,â he said, dropping the washcloth into the water before his hand moved up your trembling thigh again. He placed a soft kiss beneath your ear when he added in a low voice, âAnd feel how wet you are.â
Your breath caught as you looked between your legs in time to see his large hand cup your mound. You jutted your hips up in the hope to get some friction and he took mercy on you by brushing a finger along your folds. âIâm always wet for you, Bucky,â you whispered, gasping when he teased your entrance. âFeel me.â
He pressed a kiss to your shoulder with a groan when he pushed a thick finger inside, his palm pressing against your clit. âI feel you,â he rasped when he slid another finger in. âDo you know how good it makes me feel knowing how much you want me?â He asked, brushing his metal hand over your breasts, taking a moment to tease your hardened nipples and send a ripple of pleasure through you. âFeels so fucking good.â
The fact that he can get that hand wet and still⊠Oh, fuck. Right there.
âHow could I not want you? I want you so badly,â you moaned, the water splashing around you gently when you bucked your hips. âI want your big, fat cock inside me. Please,â you begged, surprising you with how easily the dirty words tumbled out.
âJesus fuck. You're killing me,â he grunted, his fingers thrusting and lightly curling inside of your soaked pussy as his other hand slid to your neck. âTelling me you need to relax when you need me to fuck you.â
Both. I need both things.
You whined when you felt his cock press against the curve of your ass. âPlease. Fuck me, fuck me,â you chanted, your walls tightening around the thick digits as they pushed in deeper.
He nearly growled when he gripped your chin and turned your head toward his, devouring your mouth. You encouraged him to deepen the kiss as you parted your lips and let him slip his tongue inside. The taste of him was intoxicating. You wanted to get drunk on him.
âCome on my fingers first,â he whispered against your lips when he pulled away. You were unable to keep from whimpering when he circled his palm against your clit, heat radiating from your core. âCome on, pretty girl. Show me how badly you want my cock.â
You reached back to grip his hair when your orgasm hit you hard and fast, your other hand holding his arm as your cries bounced off the walls. His fingers stretched and rubbed you through it, your toes curling and eyes slipping shut. His lips touched your temple when your legs shook, swept away by his desire.
âThatâs it. Get my fingers wet. So fucking beautiful,â he praised before you turned your head again and sought out his lips, your heart racing as you came down. His fingers didn't stop until you whined into his mouth, your breathing heavy when your head fell back.
âDid IâŠâ you smiled with hazy eyes as he carefully slipped his fingers out of your quivering hole. âEarn your cock?â
Bucky chuckled as he helped you sit up, his hands gently caressing your arms like he just had to touch you. âMore than earned it. And we can relax some more after I finish inside you.â
You trembled all over again. âEven if we get water all over the floor?â You asked, letting him turn you to face him.
His piercing blue eyes bore into yours and a swirl of emotions hit you as you held his face in your hands. He made you comfortable and so at ease with yourself. He was your friend as much as he was your lover. He also made you feel desired.
Most importantly, he made you feel loved.
âWe can flood the whole fucking apartment for all I care,â he smiled, stealing the breath from your lungs when he pulled you in for a kiss.
The water was cold by the time Bucky was done with you, which gave him all the more reason to hold you after he helped dry you off. He even put your head in his lap so he could keep you close as he finished reading the recent chapter of his book. Alpine and Soot came out to keep you company, too. It was the perfect afternoon.
All thanks to Stud and his deluxe bathtub.
Oh, these two. đ„° Love and thanks for reading! â€ïž
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Why isn't Bucky waking me up to have his way with me?
I wish I had the answer, nonnie!
Slip Inside
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky can't resist having you when he comes home.
Word Count: Over 1.5k
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected vaginal sex, somnophilia (at first), established relationship, pet names, possessive behavior, slight feels (it's me, okay?), lovesick and needy Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: I can't send Bucky, but here you lovelies go! â€ïžNot beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Bucky wasn't meant to be home until tomorrow. He almost called to let you know heâd be back a day early, but it was late and he didn't want to disturb your slumber. Imagining the happy look in your eyes when you woke up beside him brought a smile to his face. Being loved by you was something he still couldn't believe was real some days, but he knew in the depths of his soul that you would always be his girl.
âWelcome home,â he whispered to himself when he saw you in bed, a sight for sore eyes.
He kept his gaze on you as he undressed, careful not to make any noise. You had an arm draped over the pillow next to you, the one he usually rested his head on. His heart raced as he took a step closer and gently pulled the blanket away, your body barely covered by the shirt he recently bought for you. Shivering slightly, you tried to curl in on yourself, but stilled quickly.
Like you knew he was watching you.
âI love you,â he breathed into the room.
You replied with a moan and rubbed your hand against the pillow.
You were beautiful when you slept. If you asked him, you were gorgeous all the time. A breathless kind of vision that he grew to appreciate more and more each day. But you weren't like a piece of art for him to just admire. You were the type of beauty meant to be appreciated.
And he gladly did so with his hands, mouth, and cock.
Oh, he loved you. Fuck, he needed you, too. It was an ache. A hunger. Awake, asleep, it didn't matter as long as he had you. And you were understanding enough to let him take what he needed.
âMine,â he whispered.
Bucky quickly took the opportunity to slip into the bed and spoon you from behind. Your steady breathing grounded him in a sense while awakening the beast he kept at bay. The one that wanted to come out and play. One that needed to bury himself deep and keep you full.
If you were awake, he would've turned your head to kiss you nice and slow, unrushed even with the mounting desperation. Instead he rubbed his nose and scruffy chin at the juncture between your neck and shoulder, breathing in the distinctly sweet scent of you while wanting to leave his claim. That no one else could touch or have you. That you were his.
âYou're mine,â he growled lowly.
Rubbing the inside of your thigh once he pushed your shirt up enough, he heard your breathing hitch. He wasn't ready for you to wake up just yet, but it didn't keep him moving his hand higher and grasping the elastic of your underwear. He debated tearing the offending fabric off, but he couldn't fault you for wearing them.
You didn't know he'd come home tonight.
He also thought about touching you through your panties to feel you squirm under his touch. Your whines and whimpers always made his cock twitch, especially when you soaked the fabric. Sometimes he liked to shove them in your mouth so you could taste yourself and know he was the one who did that to you.
Only him.
He brushed his lips along your skin as he pulled it down, almost wishing he was in front of you so he could look down and see your exposed pussy. âMine,â he whispered again as his fingers parted your folds and skimmed over your clit.
You moved back against him with a sigh, enticing him without even trying. Alternating between teasing the bundle of nerves and your slit, he felt his own breathing get heavier and harsh with each passing second. By the time he brought his fingers to his mouth to lick your juices away, his cock was hard and heavy with the need to sink into your dripping cunt. He grunted as your flavor exploded on his tongue. He was done with foreplay.
And with how you panted and writhed, you were ready for him.
He hooked your leg over his thick thigh to open you up, hoping it wouldn't hurt when you stretched around him. âI love you,â he said once more as he brushed the tip of his cock against your hole, sighing as he slowly filled you up.
He had to close his eyes and hide his face in your neck to keep from losing it. He could go for hours when he wanted to, but the feel of your warm wetness gripping him like a vice was almost too much. Finishing quickly or not didn't matter. Youâd take it as a compliment if your sweet cunt made him empty himself inside you so fast.
But he had to make it last and make you come first.
With a deep breath, he got himself under control. You let out the sweetest whine when he almost pulled out completely and shoved himself back in. Curled around you, all you could do was take his deep thrusts. He could've breathed through his nose and tried to stay quiet. He couldâve gone slow and steady. But he moaned and nipped at your skin, not wanting to hide his desire for you.
He couldn't see your face, but he felt you roll your hips back as you began to stir and heard another whine escape. You weren't completely awake, but your body craved what he was doing to you. It was enough for him to roll you on your stomach and quicken his pace.
âBucky?â You mumbled.
âSorry, sweetheart. I couldn't resist. Your pussyâs too good,â he groaned, putting a hand to the back of your neck to hold you still. âI need you. Need to feel you come on my cock.â
You fluttered around him as he stretched over your back, forcing you to take every inch of him. Your body went pliant as you let out a tired and needy moan. If you wanted him to stop, you wouldâve told him to do so. âPlease,â you whined as he practically rutted into you.
âI got you,â he grunted, driving harder into you as your fingers twisted in the sheets. âMissed you. Missed you so fucking much. Might need to keep my cock in you all night.â
You trembled, both of you knowing youâd lay there and let him fuck you all night if he asked. You were so good for him. And greedy. It would be wrong of him not to give you what you longed for.
âAnd you'll let me fill you up, won't you? Of course, you will,â he panted against your ear. You tried to arch your back, but his massive frame overpowered you. âItâs okay. Just take it. Let me have you.â
Fucking you raw was a gift heâd selfishly continue to ask for and take. But how could he not? You always let out the prettiest sounds when he flooded your holes.
He couldn't stop himself from shoving his hand between the mattress and your body, seeking out your clit to tip you over the edge. Moans poured from you as he lightly pinched it, giving you the push you needed. âThatâs it. Come on my cock. My cock. My good girl,â he encouraged as you clamped around him hard enough for him to lose his breath.
You nearly cried as he took you apart. âBu⊠BuckyâŠâ
âTrembling around my cock. Greedy girl,â he moaned, his hips snapping faster as he brought his mouth back to your ear. âMy turn.â
He let out a deep groan as he stilled, filling you. His release hit him so hard his head spun, muttering his love for and possession of you as his eyes fluttered. You let out a broken moan as you clenched around him again and he had to keep from collapsing against you, both of you fighting for air.
âLove you,â he mumbled, wanting you to hear it now that you were awake.
He only pulled out so he could move you to your back and desperately kiss your lips the way he needed to, pushing himself back inside your leaking hole with a hum. Your eyes were half-lidded when he broke the kiss. Your gaze made him want to ruin you all over again.
âLove you, too,â you croaked, your back bowing when he groped your breast through the shirt. âWelcome home.â
Buckyâs heart pounded as he leaned down to kiss you again. It was a dance of tongue and teeth, dizzying and passionate. Some days you were the fire and others you were the fuel. You accepted the entirety of him and he welcomed everything you selflessly gave him in return.
âGood to be home, baby,â he smirked, brushing his thumb along your covered nipple. âNow stay awake. I need to fill you up at least two more times before the sun comes up.â
Even after that, he wasn't close to being done with you. But he was whole because he was home with you. And that would always be enough.
We deserve this, okay? Love and thanks for reading! â€ïž
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Okay, lovelies. I've posted a lot of Bucky and have more upcoming stuff for him. Surprise, surprise.
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Roads go ever ever on,
Under cloud and under star.
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
- J.R.R. Tolkien
series summary:Â Life as a single mother of a three year old certainly has its struggles. But when a sweet stranger makes his way into you and your little boyâs life, a one of a kind connection sparks.Â
each part has its own warnings:
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⥠part i - 4.2k
âĄâ part ii - 7.1k
âĄâ part iii - 6.5k
âĄâ part iv - 7.8k
âĄâ part v - 9.1k
âĄâ part vi - 7.9k
⥠part vii - 7.4k
âĄâ⟠part viii - 7.6k
âĄâ⟠part ix - 9.8k
âĄâ part x - 7.8k
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âThe Road Goes Ever On and Onâ - part i.
Roads go ever ever on,
Under cloud and under star.
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
-Â J.R.R. Tolkien
summary: Life as a single mother of a three year old certainly has its struggles. But when a sweet stranger makes his way into you and your little boyâs life, a one of a kind connection sparks.
characters/pairings: Bucky Barnes x singlemom!reader, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson (eventually), and OC three year old Jasper :)
warnings: reader is a single mom, bucky is goofy and shy, general domestic-esqe theme? just overall awkward fluff⊠and i guess this is technically an au? (bucky was never the winter soldier but he does have the black metal arm - more on that later, natashaâs your bestie and just a normal babe, sam and bucky are besties - again, more later, and just basically the avengers donât exist lol)
a/n: divider by @firefly-graphicsâ ! my first time writing for bucky ever!! i am very very nervous to post this ahhhh! but this fic is one thatâs been in development for almost two years now and iâm super excited to get it out there. feedback is greatly appreciated! please share, like, and reblog! and if youâd like to stay with this series, send me an ask if youâd like to be added to a taglist for this series :)
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âJasper, come back out!â you call to your three year old son who has just sprinted into the menâs bathroom at the park.Â
Itâs his favorite game, running in and out of the swinging bathroom doors, and usually, itâs not a problem. Until today, when the tot accidentally runs into the menâs bathroom instead, and you canât follow him in.
âJas, câmon, bub,â you encourage, knocking on the door and trying to keep your cool while other parents stare at you strangely.
You prop open the door with your foot and call his name again. âJasper, come out here right now,â you say, but you can hear him snickering naughtily inside. Normally heâs such a good listener, but he is still a toddler, after all.
After another thirty seconds of waiting, you make an executive decision. You push open the swinging door in hopes of seeing your son standing right there and praying youâre not going to get into trouble for barging into the menâs restroom.
âJasper Wells, if you do not start being a good listener, we are not coming to the park anymoââ
But instead of seeing your son, you run right into the body of a man, and a handsome one, you notice, once you take a step back and take in his features.Â
Heâs wearing black jeans and a long sleeved, dark blue shirt. His hair is cut short, styled haphazardly upwards, and a lovely layer of scruff covers his strong jawline. The blue in his eyes is accentuated by the surrounding orange and yellow leaves in the trees of the park and the grey, November sky, and you think you could get lost in them if he didnât speak up.
âWell, Iâd hate to not come to the park anymore,â the man laughs. âThe birds are pretty cool here.â
âOh, god,â you say, face flushing warm with humiliation. âI am so sorry.â
âNo worries,â he chuckles again.Â
âIâm just trying to get that little stinker,â you explain, pointing to your toddler. The man turns to see Jasper giggling mischievously.Â
âHey, sport, donât you wanna play on the playground instead of the bathroom?â the man suggests, verbally trying to get the boy out for you. But Jasper simply shakes his head ânoâ and takes another step back.
âJasper, I am so serious right now,â you say firmly, now growing embarrassed that your son isnât behaving.Â
âCâmon, Jasper. Your sisterâs waiting for you. Maybe sheâll push you on the swings if you come back out,â the guy says, and Jasper finally gives in for some reason, running out of the bathroom to hug you around the legs.Â
âSorry, Mama,â Jasper apologizes, looking up at you with big brown eyes full of guilt.
âItâs alright. We just have to be better at listening to instructions,â you say to the boy, then look back up to the man. âThank you for your help. But, actually, Iâm not his sister. Iâm his mother,â you politely correct, kissing the top of your sonâs head.Â
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Jealousy, Jealousy
Jealousy is a green-eyed monster, or so they say. Youâd argue that jealousy is actually a blue-eyed, one-armed, super soldier.
A/N: 1989 (Taylorâs Version) announcement led to this. Youâre welcome!
Pairing: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Swearing, sexual innuendo.
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âBoys only want love if itâs torture.â âTaylor Swift
You are incredibly aware of Bucky Barnesâ infatuation with you. You arenât blind to his gaze; you arenât deaf to his words. Bucky Barnes is in love with youâand he refuses to admit it.
You are also incredibly aware of Bucky Barnesâ tendency to distance himself from good things. He is a man who believes he deserves the worst; he is a man who does not believe he is worth loving. Bucky Barnes will accept hate all day, every day. He wonât accept love.
So, clearly, he will not act on his feelings unless itâs absolute torture. Right?
This idea you latched onto days before is what got you into your current situation: flirting obnoxiously with John Walker and letting the man put his hands all over you.
âIf this isnât torture for him,â you think, âitâs at least torture for me.â
You chance a glance at Bucky across the room. He is clearly displeased with the development between Walker and yourself.
Ever since Walker was introduced to Sam, Bucky, and yourself, you were all off put by his overconfident, entitled behavior. You all agree he does not deserve to carry Steveâs shieldâhe does not deserve to be called Captain America. So, flirting with Walker, you know, is absolutely a sure way to get under Buckyâs skin.
You werenât quite prepared for how uncomfortable it is making you, however.
âSo, what do you say, sexy? Want to celebrate when we win this fight?â Walker flashes you what he clearly thinks is a charming smile.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Bucky tense; his enhanced hearing picking up Walkerâs innuendo. You take it to mean your plan is working.
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âFor the love of god, Barnes, just go tell her how you feel. Itâs the quickest way to get her to stop talking to him!â Sam berates Bucky. Frankly, heâs sick of this will-they-wonât-they game you and Bucky are playing.
âNo,â Bucky says simply, clenching his jaw and causing Same to groan.
âWhy the hell not?â
Bucky doesnât respond.
âSheâs trying to make you jealous. You know that, right? She is intentionally torturing you so that youâll man the fuck up and make a move.â
Bucky glares at Sam.
âThatâs not what sheâs doing.â
âOh, yeah?â Sam challenges. âYou think she looks happy to have Walker touching her and making suggestive comments?â
Bucky purses his lips and turns to stare at you again. He is keenly aware that you tense up every time Walker touches you and that you clench your jaw whenever he insinuates anything.
âBecause I donât think sheâd be glancing over here to see your reaction if she was actually interested Walker over there.â
Bucky shoots Sam another annoyed look before returning his gaze to you. Thatâs when he makes eye contact with you.
You raise an eyebrow. He keeps his face stoic. You smirk. He scrunches his eyebrows. You keep a watchful eye on him while you stand on your tip toes to reach Walkerâs ear, whispering something unintelligible to Bucky.
Walkerâs eyebrows shoot up before looking at you with shocked, yet excited, eyes.
âDamn. Yeah. I, uh, Iâve got a good 20 minutes before I have to head out. We can go to my car?â
Buckyâs neck turns red as anger creeps through his body when he catches Walkerâs words. Itâs the straw that broke the camelâs back, so to speak.
Boys only want love if itâs torture.
â
You inwardly cheer when you see Bucky start towards you with a furious look on his face.
You back away from Walker, pretending to mull over his proposition as you let Bucky reach you.
Bucky shoves Walker out of the way and plants himself directly in front of you. His hands reach to your face, holding either side so gentlyâa direct contrast to the aggressive demeanor he carried on his trek to you. He leans in and kisses you passionately.
Buckyâs lips on yours is everything you hoped it would be: euphoric. His lips feel pillowy against yours, albeit slightly chapped. The force of his lips connecting with yours is gentle enough not to hurt you but aggressive enough to tell you he wants you. His teeth gently pulling your bottom lip between his makes you weak in the knees, and you canât help but gasp.
Itâs perfect. Heâs perfect.
Your arms quickly snake around his neck, eyes fluttering shut. You let him keep control of the kissâyouâd tortured him enoughâand only pull away when you desperately need to breathe.
As your lips disconnect, he rests his forehead against your own, but he stays silent.
âWell, hey there, Sarge,â you tease. âThat was quite the hello.â
Bucky scoffs.
âDonât be coy, Doll. I know what you were doing.â
âWhat was I doing?â
âYou know.â
âI donât. You should tell me.â
âYou were torturing me.â
âI wasnât doing anything to you, Bucky. I wasnât even talking to you!â You allow your tone to remain playful while you deny any scheming that took place.
âYou were talking to him,â he says with disgust.
âI can talk to whomever I please,â you point out.
âNot men who want to take whatâs mine,â Bucky grumbles before connecting your lips again:
âYours?â
Bucky nods, âIf you want to be.â
âObviously. Took you long enough. Canât believe you made me flirt with Walker to get your attention.â
âShut up.â
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Taken pt. 9
If Bucky Barnes could time travel, he would go back to that morning. He would hold you a little tighter in his arms, and he would kiss you a little deeper. He would pull your daughter in between the two of you, letting her giggle as loudly as she wants whilst her parents kiss her cheeks and tickle her belly. If Bucky Barnes could time travel, he would have told you not to go to the parkâto go anywhere else. But Bucky Barnes canât time travel, and his wife and daughter are gone.
a/n: screaming, crying, throwing up. i hope you guys enjoy this part as much as i do. also, sorry for the hiatus. i kind of got distracted with life. anyhoo. also. not proofed.
warnings: swearing, blackmail, mention of murder, themes of conspiracy, canon typical violence.
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âSo, when you said a former agent, you meantâŠâ Clint trails off, looking at Fury and Coulson for confirmation.
Bruce sits next to Tony, hands clasped underneath his chin in thought, eyes trained on the screen, analyzing it.
Coulson and Fury nod, but before anyone else can say anything, Bucky speaks.
âItâs Y/N.â
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âY/Nâs alive?â Sam asks, but itâs mostly rhetorical. Fury and Coulson are the only ones who are not surprised.
âAgent Y/L/N-Barnes seems to be alive, yes. Of course, there is always the possibility that itâs a mask,â Coulson says.
âIt has to be her,â Bucky mumbles to himself, focusing hard on the stilled image of you. He has believed youâre alive against all hope for months, and here you are, escaping Capital Hill.
âBut if sheâs alive, and if sheâs the one killing U.S. politicians, then is she working with HYDRA?â Sam asks, anxiously eyeing Bucky.
Fury sighs, âWe donât know. All we know is that we need to stop her before word that an Avenger killed the president gets out.â
Bucky speaks up then.
âSheâs not working for HYDRA. She wouldnât do that.â
Tony sends Bucky a sympathetic look before playing devilâs advocate.
âWe canât know that. Itâs out of character, but we never know how much HYDRA is truly capable of. They brainwashed you, so whoâs to say they didnât her?â
The room is tense, and Bucky is acutely aware that the team, his friends, are sympathetic. Theyâre sympathetic because they agree with Tony. Bucky shakes his head.
âThat took years to program The Winter Soldier,â Bucky says cautiously, âand Y/N has a hell of a lot more to fight for than I did. If sheâs working for HYDRA, then sheâs playing an angle. Donât you think itâs odd they let Bec go so easily? She had to have struck a deal.â
âThen why doesnât she escape?â Natasha muses, but her tone tells Bucky sheâs simply wondering aloud.
âWell, we wondered why she didnât contact us through her phone,â Clint reminds. âTurned out she had a plan there; she led us right to the Siberian facility.â
Bucky shoots Clint an appreciative nod.
âBecca did say that they wanted her until Y/N struck a deal with them,â Steve remembers.
The room turns to look at him.
âWe didnât know what to do with that before now. We thought Y/N was dead, but if they faked her death, then that gets us off their backs to have her do what they want.â
âStill,â Sam says, âwhy not run?â
âTheyâre probably keeping a close eye on her. On us, even. She would run unless they have something to hold over her,â Natasha points out.
The team gets quiet for a while; everyone gets lost in their own thoughts.
Finally, Fury breaks the silence.
âWe donât know who else HYDRA is targeting, but we imagine there are more assassinations planned.â
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âAlright, so, itâs settled,â Tony says.
The team had spent hours devising a plan to rescue Y/N, anxiously and meticulously going over every detail and turning over every rock.
The Avengers let out a breath they werenât aware they were holding. At this point, as if on cue, however, Coulson enters the conference room he and Fury had vacated hours ago.
âCoulson?â Steve asks, eyebrows raising at the appearance of the agent.
Coulson nods in acknowledgement, a tight smile spreading upon his lips.
âStark, can you pull up the security camera footage for the complex?â Coulson asks, staring at the screen showing your SHIELD ID photo, background, skill set, and a list of the crimes youâve committed up to this point.
Tony nods, voicelessly tapping at the device in front of him, pulling up the cameras. The screen changes from SHIELDâs information on you to a split of each of the complexâs cameras. Coulson takes a step forward, staring at the screen, analyzing it for something the Avengers donât see.
âCoulson?â Natasha speaks. âWhat exactly are we looking for?â
âThat,â Coulson points at the third box from the right. Tony zooms in on the mentioned camera footage.
âShit.â
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âGet Bec out of here!â Bucky demands, picking Rebecca up and handing her to Sam as the complexâs alarm system sounds. Sam nods, holding the toddler close to his chest before running off to get her somewhere safe.
âBuck, whatâs your plan here?â Steve questions.
Bucky ignores his friend, taking off running towards the roof of the complex. The security footage showed the intrusion on the northwest most part of the building.
âBuck!â
âIâm saving my wife,â Bucky grumbles, putting more power in his steps, launching himself faster ahead.
â
When Bucky makes it to the roof, he does not have to try too hard to find you. In fact, he notes that youâre startling easy to find.
âHoney, Iâm home,â you say cheekily, waving a casual hand at your husband when he lays eyes on you for the first time in months.
âY/N,â Bucky breathes out, taking a step forward.
Youâre leaning against the wall that surrounds the perimeter of the roof, arms crossed.
âJames.â
âAre you okay?â
âIâm fine. How are you?â
âFine.â
âI donât particularly believe you,â you say, eyeing the dark bags beneath his eyes and the tired demeanor he holds.
âYouâve been gone for months. We thought you were dead. Itâs not been so pleasant.â
You hum, pushing off the wall and walking towards the man. You step up against him, resting a gentle hand upon his chest.
âHmm,â you hum. âYouâre not wearing a suit, you didnât bring any weaponsâŠâ You allow yourself to trail off, watching carefully for a reaction.
He gives you a look. âYou wouldnât hurt me,â he says cautiously, but something about the situation feels off. He isnât sure he believes the statement himself anymore.
You sigh and step away.
âYouâve heard, Iâm sure, what Iâve been up to.â
âI have.â
âNot very on brand for me.â
âNo.â
âUnfortunately, sweetheart, neither is what Iâm here to do.â
âAnd what are you here to do?â Bucky feels anxiety creep up his chest.
âMarking 3 names off my list,â you say. âYouâre not all that close to Captain America, are you?â
Bucky immediately clocks the question as odd. Not only is it weird that youâre addressing the murders youâve committed as off brand, but to ask him about the only person from his past life as if heâs someone he met recently? To address Steve as Captain America? Bucky remembers the conversation the Avengers had recently, and he thinks you must be playing an angle, waiting for him to figure it out. He also knows your mannerisms better than his own, and he has never known you to speak so formally to him.
He feels a memory trying to come forward. A missing puzzle piece that would help him understand whatâs going on.
You sigh, pulling Bucky away from his thoughts.
âIâm sorry, James, but Iâm on a tight schedule, and I canât hang out here all day. So, if you donât mind, Iâve got a To-Do list.â
Bucky stands a little taller.
âDoll, I canât let you cross out names on that list.â
âSure you can, and you will.â
âWhy would I do that?â
You pout. âBecause you promised to support me in good and bad,â you say, referring to his wedding vows.
âI didnât mean stand by while you murder the people closest to you.â
âWell, shit,â you say before you throw a right hook into Buckyâs jaw and sprint towards the stairs while heâs distracted.
Bucky clutches his jaw with his hand before standing up straight. He usually would have anticipated the punch, but this whole situation has thrown him. And you have a habit of getting him to let his guard down.
âShit,â he says before taking off after you.
You manage to avoid Bucky for a while as you make your way through the compound, but he does catch up to you.
You lay eyes on Steve and you sprint in his direction.
âY/N! What? Stop! You donât have to do this!â Steve attempts to reason, holding his shield up to deflect a bullet you send flying his way. Steve notes it wasnât hard to deflect, and he stores that information away for later. After all, SHIELD first took note of you for to your sniping ability. You donât miss.
âSorry, Rogers,â you say, shrugging. âIâm just a girl doinâ what a girlâs gotta do. YâknoâAgh!â
You are cut off, letting out an unattractive yelp as you fall to the floor. It takes a moment to get you bearings, but you quickly realize Bucky had tackled you.
You fight back, but you allow Bucky to slide your gun away from you and across the floor.
âY/N, stop!â Bucky begs, grabbing hold of your wrists with his metal hand and holding your arms taut while he holds your body down by straddling your torso.
Youâto Buckyâs surpriseâstop. Then, you raise an eyebrow as if to ask, âWhat do you want?â
âWhat are you doing? Killing the president? Trying to kill Steve? Whatâs your angle here?â
âHave you ever heard of Orpheus and Eurydice?â You ask.
Bucky gives you a look. Your question, after all, is out of left field. You ignore the look and continue.
âItâs a Greek myth. Orpheus and Eurydice are in love, right? But Eurydice does and is trapped in the Underworld. Well, Orpheus goes on a quest to get her back, and the only condition Hades gives him is that he doesnât turn around on the way back out of the Underworld.â
âWhere are you going with this?â
âIf he turned around, Eurydice would be trapped in the Underworld forever, and she and Orpheus would never be together again. Never have a life together.â
âY/N.â
âOrpheus turned around. I always thought that was stupid. I mean, I guess if you love someone, youâd want to turn around and check on them. Make sure theyâre still there. But, on the other hand, if you love someone, and trust themâŠâ
âYou trust theyâll still be following you even if you donât turn around,â Bucky finishes.
âOrpheus didnât get a second chance to save Eurydice. Zeus killed Orpheus because he was afraid Orpheus would tell the humans all the secrets of the Underworld. Some versions say that the Muses kept his head, though, to sing songs forever. They managed to hear his voice even after he died.â
âWhy are you telling me this?â
âDonât turn around, James.â
âWhat?â
While Bucky is confused, distracted by your story, you wrench your wrists out from his grasp and thrust up with your hips. You manage enough momentum to swing Bucky off of you and you climb on top of him, switching positions.
âWell, my targets are gone,â you sigh, glancing down the hallway you had seen Steve run. You click your tongue and return your focus to Bucky, shaking your head slightly.
âSorry, honey,â you say, knocking him out.
â
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