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Friends and Followers I think the time we all dread as writers is upon me. As i look through my old writings and my drabbles i have written for myself I don't see or feel the passion I had because of it. This comes with a heavy heart but I am no longer posting or writing anymore. Thank you all for your kind words and reblogs I wont forget about it because for 10+years this has been my comfort. But as I get older and I see my life moving around me, my grip to MARVEL and my characters keeps getting weaker. I will always love my comfort characters and care for the friends ive made during this hobby.

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Moments

Description: All the moments that had you falling in love with Bucky.

Pairing: au!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: slight smut

Word Count: 1.9k

You didn’t know when you fell for him, but at that moment, you took one look at him, and time stopped for a moment. Memories of a lifetime together pass in that brief space.

Your thoughts were jumbled up, your mind a chaotic mess. You searched for a moment, a time where you may have noticed you were in love with Bucky.

Was it the time he told you, you looked the prettiest with your hair pulled up in a messy bun and flour coating your cheeks from helping your niece with her school bake sale?

Or was it the first time he had held your hand? His fingertips hand tickled the palm of your tiny hand before gently lacing his fingers through yours. Your face grew hot, and you covered your red face with your other hand. He laughs, pushing your hand away from your face stating, “Stop covering that beautiful face of yours!”

It could have been the moment he first kissed you. You remembered how your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest from how close Bucky was to you. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in close, his fingertips grazing at the lower part of your back. You placed your hand on his cheek, eyes fluttering closed. Slowly hesitantly, he lowers his head closer to yours, his lips hovering inches from yours, barely brushing. It’s just a soft press to your lips, but it ignites your entire body. Foreheads pressed together afterward, still wanting to be close, you're both smiling softly with blushing cheeks.

Maybe it was when you realized how protective you were of him. You hated when someone did or said something wrong towards him. You felt like you needed to protect him from the world. Six months into your relationship Bucky had got into a physical fight with a man who kept hitting on you at a restaurant the two of you were. The man was disrespectful and deserved getting punched in the nose by you. Yes, you had started the fight. But at the time, you thought you had a good reason for it. He had called Bucky so many bad names that night that you couldn’t take it anymore. So when the guy swung back and hit your left cheek, knocking you to the ground, Bucky saw red. It took fourteen men to pull Bucky off the guy.

“Shit doll he really gave you a shiner didn’t he.” He frowned, removing the ice pack to look over the angry purplish-red bruise on your cheek that night.

You laughed, smirking, “But did you see that right hook I gave him?” You asked, throwing a right hook playfully.

“I’m serious baby don’t do that again please.” He wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you tightly.

“I can’t make no promises Buck, nobody talks to my baby like that.” You huff, wrapping one arm around him kissing his cheek.

You had talked about starting a life together. That had to be a big sign. You had told him about wanting to move out of the city, buy a big house, maybe on a farm or something.

“Do you want kids?” You asked, throwing yourself on Bucky’s bed beside him.

He laughs, turning to look over at you, “I haven’t really thought about it doll.” He places his notebook down on the bedside table, focusing on you.

“Well I have been thinking a lot about it lately. Mainly because Opal, from work, just had her second baby. She is so cute Buck!” You smile, rolling on your back, looking up at the ceiling, a dreamy look in your eyes.

“Let me guess you have baby fever?” He questions, poking at your side.

You nod, turning your head to stare up at him, “Yeah a little.”

“I just don’t think we’re ready for that kind of commitment y/n.” He sighs, playing with a strand of your hair.

“I know but maybe later in the future we could try?” you asked hopefully.

“Maybe we will see doll.” He smiles softly.

Could it have been their first time being intimate? That night it was storming out; rain pounded heavily against the roof of your tiny house. Candles lite the room with a dull light. The power had been out for a little over an hour now, and the cold from the early winter had the two of you bundled up under a few blankets to keep warm. Bucky pulled you into his lap when he noticed you shivering.

“Come here doll.” He whispered, wrapping the blanket tightly around the two of you. He kissed the side of your neck softly, causing you to suck in a deep breath.

Taking the cover, you quickly turn around to face him, wrapping your legs around him. You place your hands on his cheeks, kissing his lips in short, breathless pecks. Your whole body tingled, the feeling of his frame leaning on yours as his arms wrapped around you; it felt like a fire had been ignited. You pull away, running your fingertips over his swollen lips. You look up, staring into his eyes, trying to read him; his eyes had a darker blue hue to them. “If this isn’t meant to be, I don’t know what is.” You whisper, brushing your lips against his. He pulls you in, claiming your mouth again, hungry and intense, until your laid flat against the sheets of your bed. Your fingers had slowly found their way under his shirt, his skin smooth and radiating heat.

You arched your back. The touch of his hands was so warm on the bare skin of your belly as he brushed his fingertips lightly across the exposed skin. The contact sent a burst of heat straight to your core as a slight sound escaped your lips.

His fingertips grazed at the button of your jeans, and he released it, pulling your jeans off. His hands gripped your hips, squeezing them slightly. He ran his hands gently down to rest on the curve of your ass. He squeezes your cheeks, drawing you against his aching hardness.

Bucky slides one hand over your hip, slipping down the lace slowly. Down, he slips the lace off and throws it away across the room. His fingers are sliding between your thighs. You tremble, moaning in pleasure as he touches delicate, aching flesh. His fingers rubbed gentle circles against your clit. All you could feel was his touch. You were speechless, nearly mindless as your orgasm washed over you.

Bucky was a constant person in your life; you weren’t used to men sticking around. So when he was still laying next to you after the intimate night you two had shared, it had you daydreaming of a solid future with him.

He didn’t care about your flaws, and you didn’t care about his. He was the first guy not to care that you had stretch marks.

“Stop covering yourself up in front of me. I love the way your body looks y/n.” He pulls your arms from around your stomach. “You are so beautiful.” He smiles, kissing your lips.

Of course, the two of you had your fair share of arguments. But Bucky would never leave without trying to apologize and let you know he cared about you.

Bucky let out a loud sigh, “I’m sorry, I know I say some stupid shit sometimes and I know that’s not an excuse but doll just know you mean the world to me okay. Call me when you’re ready to talk.” He kisses your cheeks and goes to leave.

“Wait don’t go.” You turned around dropping your crossed arms. “I don’t like fighting with you.” You pout.

“I don’t either baby.” He pulls you into his arms.

You always had the urge to say those three little words, but you could never get the guts to. You were always unsure of yourself. Unsure that Bucky felt the same way. But now, standing several feet away from him talking with a group of his and your friends with a smile plastered across his face, you couldn’t help but want to strut up to him and announce to the world how much you truly loved him.

You took the glass of wine off a waiter’s tray and gulped it down. “Thanks.” You mumbled, placing it back on the tray. The waiter is giving you a confused look.

Taking your dress in one hand, you walked up to Bucky and your friends with a smile. You were on a mission.

“Hey beautiful.” Bucky smiles, grabbing you by your waist placing a kiss on your cheek.

Smiling, you hug him close, “Hi handsome.”

Dinner was served, and everyone had slowly finished up. The waiter had come by to pick up the plates and get everyone’s orders for dessert. You were growing antsy and wanted to get away from your group of friends to talk to Bucky in private. Still, it just didn’t seem like you’d ever have the opportunity.

“Bucky can we talk in private for a moment?” You leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“In a moment doll I have something to announce.” He smiled down at you.

Bucky stands from his seat, clearing his throat; all eyes are on him.

“Thank you all for coming tonight to celebrate with Y/n & I. We are so happy to finally be able to close on this house. We get the keys Monday morning. It’s a huge step in our relationship, and it had me thinking a lot lately. I’m ready to take another huge step in our relationship if you are to that is, y/n.” He smiles, looking down at you.

You paused, thinking for a moment, a puzzled look upon your face. “I’m so confused right now.” You laugh, covering your face with your hands.

“Take my hand doll.” He chuckles, holding his hand out to you.

“Why?”

“I’m trying to ask you to marry me, so take my damn hand!” You take his hand, and he pulls you to your feet.

Bucky slowly pulls a cubed-shaped jewelry box that held what you presumed was an engagement ring. Bucky lowers himself to one knee and opens the box, “ Marry me y/n, let’s spend our weeknights eating cereal on the kitchen floor when there is a perfectly fine table behind us. We can go to the movies and sit in the back row just to make out like kids falling in love for the first time. I love you y/n, I know I’m not good with my word or showing my feelings sometimes but doll you are it for me. You are everything that I’ve been looking for. So what do you say y/n will you marry me?”

You were speechless; all you could do was nod your head yes. Bucky jumped up from his knee, pulling you into a breathtaking kiss. He slips the ring onto your finger and wipes your tear-stained cheeks. Your friends congratulated the two of you on your engagement, and Wanda even let you know she was in on the whole thing.

You were not expecting Bucky to propose to you. It was shocking, but you were thrilled he did. You were ready to spend the rest of your life with this man. He was the one, and no one could tell you otherwise.

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Also check out Gaslighting, that is one of my most recent works. I am proud of how it came out since I don't really write smut and it took me ten hours total to write the small sex scene in that series. I'm sad to say the small sex scene in Moments took me four hours to write. I just sorta stared at my screen for a while and thought about what happens next. 🙃

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I feel like Mafia!Stucky would definitely have a size kink. They love being in control and the fact that they can pick the reader up and toss her little ass around triggers something primal in them. She loves feeling protected by her 6ft+ men made of muscle.

Sometimes you forget that they're supersoldiers until they have to show you how strong they are. And when they do they make sure you remember everything they can do.

They like to pin you between them and just dominate you. Bucky will pick you up and slam you on his cock, stretching you over him until you feel every ridge and vein. You're mewling and panting, trying to take evey inch and as soon as you think you can handle him, he smirks and his eyes flicker over your shoulder. "You think our doll can take both of us?"

Steve slides his cock over the tight rim of your ass. "I think we're going to split in her two." He yanks your head back, looking in your eyes. "You want that? You wants to fuck your tight pussy and ass until you can't walk?"

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Chapter 5: Lust

Summary: Sunday, The lord’s day or so you thought. Due to the encounter with the Pastor you had sworn off church in this new town. Let’s just say you are a silent believer. Lee never expressed his interest in going to church. Lee keeps you with him in the office because who would break the law on a Sunday?

Word Count: 1.5K

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter the next few will make up for it.

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Tugging your neckline over your shoulder you left it hanging and made your way to Lee, waiting at the door. You locked your door and headed down to Lee’s Sherriff car. You smiled brightly and he chuckled a bit.

"What’s got you in a good mood?"

"I get to go to work with you again."

"Didn't think you'd be up for it after the other night."

"I am only agreeing because you said 'Who would break the law on a Sunday?'." You mocked him with a smirk.

"Kitten, I know you didn't just mock me?"

"What if I did?"

"Cause if you did 'Sheriff' is gonna have to punish you."

"Gonna lock me up for misbehaving?"

"Somethin like that. What's got you in this mood BabyGirl?"

"I don't know what you mean Daddy." You smirked as he grabbed your hand and you watched the empty town glide out of the window. Lee led you to his office and set you on top of his desk. He sat down in his chair and pulled his head onto your lap.

“What now Sheriff?” You brushed your fingers through his short hair as he dug his fingers into your skin.

“Anything you want Darling.” He sat up, letting his blue eyes rest on your lips.

“I’m hungry.”

“I can call the diner.”

“I’m hungry for something else.” You pushed Lee’s chest back for his back to rest in his chair. You trailed your fingers down his chest and curled them into his pants. You kissed his lips softly while your hand cupped around his boxers. Sucking a spot just under his collar he helped you slid his pants down just enough to expose him before you sank down to slip him into your mouth.

“Shit Darlin’.” Lee held the back of your head as you wiggled your tongue around his shaft. You licked the underside of his shaft and curled your lips over his tip. Glancing up Lee leaned back with his mouth open. His tongue played over his lips as you worked. Holding his full length he bucked into your mouth slightly, egging you on. Lee adjusted your hair away from your face and wrapped it around his fist. You tapped his leg and held your balance on his legs. He smiled as he fucked into your mouth and you focused on inhaling through your nose. You moved one hand down to toy with his sack as he pressed your nose flush against his pelvis. Tears pricked your eyes as he pulled back and followed one more time. You pushed away and caught your breath.

"P-purple. I can't." Lee tucked himself away before pulling you into his lap. He pulled a hanky from his desk and cleaned your face gently.

"Are you okay, Princess." He tucked your face into his chest as he rubbed up your spine. You nodded against him as you relaxed and caught your breath.

"I'm sorry, I just couldn't breathe."

"You tapped my leg and I just assumed."

"No you were right. Just haven't done it like that before."

"Well..did you like it?" You bit into your bottom lip and watched his lips curl.

"Mhm. Just slower next time?"

"I can do that Kitten." Lee kissed your temple as you relaxed against him and he filled out a few papers.

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As Lee rested back in his chair and you doodled over on his small coffee table he let out a small sigh before standing up and making his way over to you. You glanced up for a bit but returned your focus as he grew closer. As his hand cupped your cheek his office door slammed open and a woman stood with an angry face.

“Sandy?”

“I need your help Lee.” You tucked yourself behind his leg a bit as the woman eyed you. “This your new whore of the month?”

“Watch your mouth little sister.” Lee helped you up and moved you to sit in his office chair. He leaned against the front of his desk as Sandy made herself comfortable on the couch. “Why are you here?”

“Sorry I was such a bitch, I panicked. Carl, he wanted me to go into dealing. I told him no, He got pissed went for a drive in some car he stole from the hotel lot. I was packing my shit when you called. But now the man that Carl was gonna deal with is coming after me.”

“Shit Sandy! Can you not just stay out of trouble and be a fucking waitress.”

“I’m trying to get out of here brother.”

“You’ve been trying for years! Just give it up! I love you Sand but you can’t keep this fucking act up and expect me to save you everytime just to go running back.”

“Well he’s dead so I won’t go back.”

“Did you kill him?”

“No but I can guess who did. Carl said his name was Tig.”

“What kind of shit information do you expect me to do with ‘Tig’? Just take this and get out of here, I’m tired of burying your shit. If my detective comes after you, I’m not scaring him away.” Lee reached into his bottom drawer and pulled out a stack of twenties. Throwing them into his sister’s lap.

“Keep your stupid money for your whore Lee. I don’t want shit from you, just thought it might help.” You scoffed as Sandy collected her things and walked towards the open door. “Call me when you want to be my brother again instead of a law man I know you can never be.” You gripped yourself to stand up behind his desk and felt your blood boiling.

“Bitch!” You yelled before you crossed your arms and plopped into his chair. Lee turned around to face you and noticed how mad his sister’s interruption had made you. He smiled as he came around and cradled your cheek again.

“As much as I agree with you, You broke a rule…”

“I feel it was needed.”

“Did you now?” Lee walked over to lock his office door and made sure Sandy’s car had left the lot. Lee leaned down to tilt your chin up before he moved you to rest on top of his desk.

“She was insulting Daddy.”

“Then can Daddy thank you for standing up for him?” You nodded your head as he pulled your lips against his own. You wrapped your legs around his waist as you leaned back enough to feel him press against you.

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As the day went on and the sun started to set you yawned and rested on Lee’s couch as he straightened up around the station and listened to the radio.

“As of 6:15 today a tornado warning has been issued for the following areas.” Lee listened intently as Knockemstiff was listed and he ran to check on the emergency supplies. Lee called his deputies and had them all start driving around the city and make sure everyone was safe. He packed up your bag and tucked it away in his car.

“Kitten. Hey, I gotta take you home.”

“Why?”

“There’s a tornado warning, I need you safe.”

“I’m safer with you.”

“Baby…”

“Pwease Daddy. Don’t leave.” You pouted against him and felt his hard resolve break.

“I need you to run into that closet when I tell you okay? Don’t worry about me. I need you safe if this thing lands.” You nodded your head as Lee prepped an emergency pack to keep with you. You kept glancing outside at the darkening clouds and chewing your nails. Lee caught you a few times and scolded you. Lee paced for what seemed like hours until it was dark outside and the warning was extended till the next day. He ordered a lockdown of the town to ensure everyone’s safety and sent his deputies home. He checked his watch as you rubbed your eyes and laid against his couch again.

“Are you okay with sleeping here tonight?” You nodded silently as he leaned down to kiss your forehead. “Go to sleep, I’ll be here.”

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Chapter 4: You'll always be safe with me

Chapter Summary: After a rough night Lee treats you with sweetness on this Saturday.

Word Count: 2.5K (near)

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Your eyes darted all around as you searched for Lee. With every minute that passed your heartbeat picked up and you clutched your blanket tighter. Your hand shook as you tempted yourself to open the door but decided against it. Tears pricked your eyes as you waited in the seat and tried to calm yourself. You wiped away the tears that clouded your vision and sniffled up the snot that began dripping from your nose.

“Please be okay, Please be okay.” Your mouth was buried in the fur of the kitten stuffy and you hid your face in the white fur. Your fingers played with the ribbon around its neck and tucked your knees into your chest. You kept your eyes trained on a spot in the treeline, as your nerves got the best of you and you picked at your exposed skin at your wrist. You whimpered with every pick from your nails and you tried to keep yourself calm and not continue it. It felt like hours as you waited for Lee to come back and hoped you wouldn’t be out there all alone. After your tears were dry and your wrist had blood rising to the skin you felt a rush of relief come over you as Lee came back and leaned against the car. You quickly unlocked your door and jumped into his arms. Lee hugged you tightly as he caught his breath against the car, Lee wiped the streaks of tears away and kissed your forehead roughly. You tucked your face against him as he picked you up and put you in the car. He kept you snuggled up against him as he rubbed your back slightly as he waited for his deputies to come back to their cars. He knew they were all okay and he also knew that you must have heard the shot from Carl’s gun after one of the idiots dropped it. He wrote down his information he had on the case and rushed back to the car as fast as he could. He felt guilt rile his gut as he saw a glimpse of red on your wrist, picking it up he sighed heavily and you avoided his eyes.

“Oh Kitten...what’d you do?”

“Nofhing.”

“Are ya lyin’ to me? I’m not mad Kitten, Just tell me what happened.”

“I was scared and worried and I didn’t mean to. I just started and couldn’t stop. I’m sorry.” Your tears stained his shirt as he ran his thumb over your worn skin and just held you.

“Kitten I’m so sorry. My dumbass deputy picked up his gun and dropped it. The damn thing went off and I had to write everythin’ down so I could file a report when I got back. I was hoping you had gone to sleep.” Lee adjusted you to cuddle into his side before he started the car and sped to the station. Your whimpers had subsided and you had easily fallen asleep from the lack of adrenaline. Lee smiled and kicked open his door as he lifted you into his arms, your arms lazily held your kitten. He walked into the office and settled you on the couch before ripping his notepad from his pocket and quickly dialing his sister’s number. He sighed as he watched your sleeping figure on his couch and cleared his throat when he heard the line click.

“Do you know what time it is?”

“Sandy, It’s Lee. Carl’s been found dead. I need to talk to you.”

“Fuck off Lee.”

“Sandy! Now listen to me. Carl’s dead with his own gun and you know somethin’. Meet me at the station tomorrow or I’ll have a warrant on your ass.”

“Whatever big brother. I gotta trip to Virginia planned out” Sandy slammed the phone down and Lee rolled his eyes as he sat down in his chair and filled out a report. He left Sandy’s name off as next of kin to hopefully give her enough time to get her story straight. Lee felt in his gut that something wasn’t adding up.Glancing at his bottom drawer and watching your steady breathing before leaning down and sliding open the cabinet. He picked up the glass bottle and set it gently on his desk. He glared at the bottle and back at you, sucking his bottom lip in between his teeth he set the bottle back down in the cabinet and walked over to you. Lee gently picked up your head from the couch and moved to sit under your head. He ran his fingers through your hair as you snuggled in his lap.

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You rubbed your eyes softly as they fluttered open to see Lee’s feet resting on his small coffee table, his relaxed hand was laying over your waist and he was asleep as he leaned on his hand that was propped up on the arm of the couch. You sat up and yawned into your hand before nudging Lee’s shoulder.

“Lee? Lee?” You shook his shoulder lightly as he jolted awake to see you sitting up next to him and the sun just starting to rise out of his window.

“Hey Kitten. Awake already?”

“I just missed you too much.” You scooted closer to him and he instantly pulled you onto his lap. Lee checked his watch and his eyes shined up at you and a smile grew over his lips.

“I have an idea. You get changed ‘M gonna pack up your things.” Lee kissed your cheek as you happily moved off of him and he grabbed the file he had left on his desk and laid it out on his assistant desk for Monday. Carl can wait, nobody gave a shit about him anyway. You changed in the station’s bathroom while Lee packed up your things and he hung up his uniform in his small closet. He pulled a yellow flannel over his white tank top he kept on under his uniform. He slipped on his extra pair of brown slacks before turning his head to see you walk in wearing an ice pink babydoll dress. Your hair was tied up behind you with a matching ribbon and you kept your eyes from Lee. He tucked his arm around you and guided you out to his patrol car, opening the door for you. He slid in next to you behind the white wheel and smiled as he took off down the street. You watched him take a few turns before pulling into a gravel covered area and guiding you out. Lee opened his trunk and wrapped a blanket around his arm as his fingers laced with your own.

“Where are we?”

“Watching the sunrise Darlin’. It’s Saturday. Thought we could do this and then take you home, breakfast, spend the day together.” Lee smiled as he stopped you and laid the blanket out in the grass. You settled down against the blanket and pulled Lee down next to you, He gave you a chaste kiss before slipping your pacifier into your mouth. Your eyes grew wide at the sight of the pinkish clouds and bright orange sun coming over the edge of the world. Lee fiddled with the bottom of your dress and a blush came over your features as his fingers traced over your skin. You adjusted yourself closer against him and shivered a bit as you felt the heat coming off of him. “Cold baby?” You nodded your head without an answer and he moved to hover over you. “Bet I can warm you up.” Lee winked as he pressed his fingers against your hot core and smirked up at you. “Bad girl, no panties?” Lee reached up and slowly slipped the paci out of your mouth.

“You didn’t pack any.”

“Caught me.” He trailed his nose over your legs as he pressed sweet and soft kisses to your skin. You took the opportunity to move onto his lap and press yourself against him. You linked your fingers together behind his neck and moved just enough for him to slip his pants down a bit. You chewed under his ear as his hand came around to hold your balance.

“D-daddy!”

“I got ya, Doll.” Lee easily moved you to lay back against the blanket again. He hiked up your skirt in his hand and pulled it to the side. You wrapped one leg around his waist, giving him a better angle. “Shit. You’re so perfect.” You flooded your ears with compliments and teases as he slowed the pace down to have you begging under him. You whined as he smacked our hand away from your clit, for going too fast. Lee pulled himself out of you far enough to earn a whine and have you pull him back against you. “I think we can let me play this time.” You nodded your head and arched up to him as his hot breath fanned over your nipples. Grinding against his hips as he teased them with his mouth you tilted your head back a bit just enough to see the orange fading and it becoming morning. You laughed when Lee moved you onto your stomach and hiked your ass into the air. You made no effort to muffle your moans as he surprised you with a bone jarring pace. He had a hold on your hips and his other arm wrapped around toying with your needy clit. You tensed as you held back your impending orgasm, Lee ran a hand up your spine before holding your neck and pulling you up to rest on your knees. As you leaned your head back against his shoulder he dropped his hand to cup your breast.

“P-please.”

“Go ahead Kitten.” Lee bit into your neck as you let yourself fall from your climax and almost lose balance. Lee lowered you back to rest on your hands as he pounded into you through your finish. “Such a good girl.” You heard him grit through his teeth as he spent himself inside of you. Lee gave your ass a playful bite before kissing up your spine and helping you relax against him. You hummed happily as the sun had the sky resting at a natural blue with yellow glowing through the small amount of clouds. Lee rested his head on your chest before hearing your stomach growl lightly. He let you sit until you started kissing him again and he pulled you to the car to leave.

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Later that day Lee had gotten you home and the breakfast had grown cold after you lured him to the shower. You laid against him, resting on the sofa, your eyes closed softly as Lee pet down your back.

"Hearing a knock at your door he adjusted for you to relax against the couch and peeked out of the chain he locked.

"Who are you?"

"I could ask you the same. Where is she?"

"I can say, I don't know who you are talkin about but you better brush off the attitude." Lee puffed his chest a bit before opening your door slightly to show his badge.

"I see her on the couch."

"You don't see anything. Leave."

"Why don’t you make me Sheriff?" The man laughed a bit before he heard the door slamming and he was pinned against the brick wall behind him. Lee spat towards his feet before bringing himself inches from the other mans face.

"Leave or I’ll have you smilin on the side of a milk carton."

"L-lee?" You rubbed your eyes as the door opened and your eyes locked with your ex boyfriends. "Why are you here Dalton?"

"Your Brother told me where to find you. Come back home. Don't be with this dick."

"No. Lee come back inside."

"Close the door Sweets. I'll be back inside in a few."

"He's not worth the trouble Sheriff." You leaned against your doorway with a glare hooked onto your target. Lee’s shoulders attempted to soften as you spoke but he fought the urge.

"Don't let there be a next time." Lee pushed him against the brick before moving you back inside and watching him leave through the peephole.

"Sorry, Ill handle my brother."

"Not much of a brother if he gave that ass your location."

"Siblings." You shrugged your shoulders as you wrapped your arms around his front.

"Tell me about it." He sighed heavily and rubbed the back of his neck.

“You have a sibling?”

“She’s not good for much but she’s family.” Lee rubbed your arm as you snuggled into his side.

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Later on as you ate in Lee’s lap with a smile you felt a weird tinge of pain in your stomach and quickly moved off of Lee’s lap.

“What’s wrong Sugar?”

"Nothing, I just uhm, have to go to the bathroom." You stated blankly before walking to your bathroom. You sucked in a deep breath as you pushed your hair back. Splashing some cold water on your face you felt panicked and you couldn’t breathe. You wanted to ride this out without Lee finding out. It made no sense, your body would always try to shut down hours after you saw your ex. Call it a late fight or flight response. You held your head down to your knees. "You are safe. You are safe. Safe. I am safe." You raked your nails down your arms and paused when you heard a small knock.

"You okay Kitten?" You cleared your throat before stuttering out a yes. You heard a sigh and footsteps clicking away from the door. Biting hard on your bottom lip you steadily opened the door and headed back to the kitchen. You grabbed a small throw blanket to wrap over your arms before sitting down next to Lee.

"Baby, Look at me." He guided your chin to face him and pouted at your tear stained eyes. "Why're cryin?"

"It’s nothing Lee."

"Hey, don't shut me out."

"I don't want to talk about it. Please." Your voice was lower and he could easily tell your switch. He kept his eyes down a bit as you sat in silence for a few moments. You glanced at him a few times before feeling guilty and tears flooded your eyes again. You sniffled against the blanket you had tucked in your hand while you pushed your plate away from yourself. "Lee?"

"Yeah Kitten?"

"Are you mad at me?"

"Why would I be mad at you Sweets?"

"Cause I didn't wanna talk about my problem." Lee turned to cup your cheek and bring your forehead to rest against his own.

"You'll talk when you're ready. Don't ever let anyone force you into talking to them."

"I had a mini anxiety attack in the bathroom due to the visit from Dalton."

"Princess, you shouldn't worry about him."

"I know. I wish I could just rewrite over the memories."

"I have a few ideas of how I can do that."

"Lee, I don’t think that’s possible.”

“Wanna at least try?” Lee stood up and offered you his hands before leading you to stand by your window. “C’mere.” Lee led you out to your small fire escape and hand you stand facing out as he kept your body still against him. “Take a deep breath...I’ll do it with you.” You smiled when you felt him suck in a large breath and you followed. You closed your eyes and hummed as he kissed your neck. “On three, let it go.” You nodded your head. As Lee began to count. 1. Unknowingly to yourself Lee had a different idea and he was determined to distract you from the problem. 2. Lee held your sides gently as he brought himself closer to your ear. 3. You pushed back against him as he started tickling your sides and you both tumbled inside of the small window.

“Lee!”

“Got ya to laugh. That’s all I needed.” He helped you up to your feet and twirled you once in the room. “Now about this brother… Need me to arrest him?”

“I don’t think you could arrest the new town treasure.”

“Plant some over shore accounts?”

“I will handle it.”

“Such a big girl.” He pinched your cheek playfully as you led him to the kitchen to clean up from dinner. “Clean Law man.”

“Yes Ma’am.” You kissed his cheek as you walked into your room to call home.

NEXT CHAPTER

MASTERLIST

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In case anyone felt like Sebastian Stan’s face wasn’t close enough to theirs here’s some up closes

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The Falcon and the Winter Soldier - Power Broker (1.03)

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I wish you would write a fic where Bucky finds his BFF Steve's sketchbook... and it's full of nothing but sketches of Bucky... naked.

Issa I love this!

Steve Rogers being horny and drawing Bucky in horny situations is canon, okay? I love it.

Alright so, yesterday I've been thinking all day about it and trying to see if it would fit in one of my AU's, but then I just decided I like it best when it's canon compliant, and I especially like it when it's post Winter Soldier Stucky.

Also, this escaped my control and that's why it took so long to write it.

The first part is me just throwing down some tidbits but then I have something actually written. Brace yourself because it's long, I don't know how to write short stuff rip. Oh it is also NSFW👀 heed the tags.

Hope you like it! <3

I like to think that Steve, like all artists, (or at least artists like me, this might be totally personal tho), just genuinely likes the human body.

Anatomy is fascinating, and when you have a pencil in hand you have literally unlimited possibilities of arranging those limbs and lines like you want and just be like, woah, human bodies are beautiful.

I do this, and I like to think Steve does too, and it's completely in a non sexual way (at first). He just draws body parts, positions, expressions, because it's fun and it helps him study bodies and all that dynamic related stuff and muscles and... butts. Butts are cool, and Steve definitely draws a lot of his humans naked.

He has different sketchbooks scattered around the house all the time, and he knows exactly what goes in each. In one he draws stuff he sees, like flowers, his friends, skylines and birds, that fascinating walnut that someone left on the kitchen counter and it has such pretty lines and curves.

He has a sketchbook for his memories. He draws his Ma, Steve and Bucky's old apartment, and all the faces he remembers from the 40s thanks to his eidetic memory. He has a sketchbook where he draws when he's angry or upset and it's very messy and you can just see all his emotions on the papers.

Then, he has that sketchbook. It started as I said before: Steve just couldn't stop himself from drawing naked, faceless bodies with muscles and skin and all those curves.

That's how it is at first, but then, out of nowhere, the bodies start to have a face. Personally, I think Steve refuses to draw Bucky at all before he finds out he's alive. It hurts to reminisce him, to see his face again and feel that lump squeeze in his throat knowing he will never get to see him again.

When Bucky comes back, Steve's models magically start to have a face. He can't help it, it's the same face he dreams about every night. It's the same big, blue eyes, the same cupid bow, the same high cheekbones and scrunchy little nose. Steve knows that face by heart, he could draw it with his eyes closed.

That sketchbook is very secret. Steve gave up denying his feelings for Bucky a lot of time ago, and these pages are the only place where he feels free and safe to let it all out. It's intimate, it's a little taboo, and Steve would die if anyone found out.

With Bucky being back it gets harder to tamp down those feelings. Innocent sketches of Bucky's face or his body in mundane positions start to get more spicy, lewd, erotic.

It's clear that the purpose of these sketches is getting more sexual every time. Steve's focus unconsciously goes to specific body parts. He draws Bucky's chest a lot more, his back and ass a lot more, his collarbones, his lips, his cock.

It becomes Steve's personal wank material sketchbook, and it makes him feel wrong, bad, it makes him feel ashamed. But Steve can't help it, so all he can do is be as secretive as possible and hide that sketchbook as best as he can.

Now, enter Bucky Barnes.

Bucky's always been familiar with Steve's sketching. He's infinitely glad Steve still does it in the 21st century. It grounds him, it's Steve, it's home. There's no Steve without sketching, and sometimes Bucky just sits in the same room as him when he draws and closes his eyes, listens to the scratch of pencil on paper and it almost feel like it's one of those hot days of summer 1938 all over again. Just Bucky, Steve, and his feelings for him.

Bucky's known for a long time that those butterflies that wiggle in his belly whenever he sees Steve aren't just a phase or how one's supposed to feel about their best friend.

He's known for a long time and he's kept it secret for a long time. It's almost ingrained in his body, an automatic response that makes him push those thoughts away and lock them deep down in his brain without showing anything to anyone. Especially to Steve.

So, they're both smitten and secretly in love, and they keep tiptoeing around each other like lovesick teenagers and trying not to be obvious.

Steve "accidentally" brushes his skin against Bucky's all the time when they walk past each other, or he pretends to be an awful cook so he can stay back and watch Bucky while he makes dinner. With watching Bucky, I mean standing behind him and ogling his ass. Bucky, on his part, has a handful of shirts he stole from Steve that he hugs while he sleeps or needs comfort or masturbates. He also likes to quietly wander the apartment and touch everything that's Steve's, especially when Steve is not home.

On these occasions, Bucky freely goes to Steve's room and lies on his bed, buries his face in his pillow, reads the parts Steve underlined in his books and tries to understand why. He feels bad for snooping sometimes, but he and Steve never really had any boundaries when it comes to, so Bucky easily finds himself with his nose poking through Steve's closet, smelling his shirts, trying his hoodies, his leather jacket.

It's Bucky's snooping that ultimately makes him find that sketchbook.

It happens as he's lying on Steve's bed, head buried in his pillow and a stupid smile on his face as he basks in his best friend's scent. Bucky feels a little like a cat under the sun, rolling from his belly to his back and stretching his limbs as he slowly welcomes that fuzzy feeling he gets whenever something uniquely Steve surrounds him.

It's just as he's rolling over that he feels something hard poke him under the shoulder. Curious, Bucky leans up just enough to snatch the mysterious object hidden under Steve's pillow, and he's not even surprised when it appears to be a sketchbook.

He's used to it by now. Finding Steve's sketchbooks around the house is the norm -- it has been since they were kids -- and Bucky freely flips through the pages more often than not to admire Steve's beautiful handiwork. Steve lets him, sometimes even leaving the book open to make sure Bucky sees a specific drawing he did for him.

It's sweet, it warms Bucky's heart, and he's curious to find out what new sketch Steve has added to his pieces since the last time he checked. As he looks closely, though, Bucky quickly realises that he's never seen this specific sketchbook.

It's not a new one, if the worn out and peeled corners are anything to go by, so Bucky's surprised to find out that the brown leather cover has never caught his eye before.

That doesn't deter him. In fact, it only adds to his curiosity and prompts him to peek inside.

On the first page is his own face. It shocks him a little, and Bucky lets out a surprised chuckle upon seeing himself on the paper. The drawing is beautiful, the lines merging together so smoothly, the shading adding a soft touch to his skin. It's marveling how realistic it looks.

A secret smile curls on his lips, and Bucky would stare at the sketch for the rest of eternity if he didn't want to find out what comes next. He flips the next page, and the next, and the one after, coming across more drawings of him, mainly of his face, but some including his torso or back too.

There's something different about them the more he roams through the sketchbook. Bucky can't put a finger on it. Maybe it's the lines, or the contrasts between shadow and light, or the look Steve put in his eyes.

It doesn't dawn on him until he stumbles upon the first sketch of his entire body. His naked body.

Bucky feels his face heat up when he turns the page and... stares at his own ass.

It... It looks good, to be frank, and it makes Bucky feel good about himself, but the sensation quickly morhps into embarrassment when he realises the purpose of these drawings.

This is what's different about them. They're erotic.

His theory is only further solidified as he flips through the next pages. There's him lying naked on his back with a sheet draped over his crotch. There's him sitting sprawled on an armchair with his cock hard in his hand. There's him on his hands and knees, his ass turned towards the viewer who is no doubt Steve, looking over his shoulder with lust in his eyes.

"...What?" he whispers to himself, incredulous and confused, feeling like he's having one of those absurd dreams that occur once every full moon.

Bucky gulps. He can't ignore the warm feeling pooling somewhere under his bellybutton, nor the playful flutter in his chest. He can't ignore the fact that Steve has a whole sketchbook full of naked drawings of Bucky in a variety of different sexual positions.

Bucky looks back down at the drawing on his lap, stares at his own face, at the curve of his back, at his metal hand holding his buttcheeks apart. He squirms, a thin sound resembling a whine escaping his lips as he imagines himself really doing that in front of Steve.

He's helplessly hard in his sweatpants, his hands are shaking where they hold the thin paper. Bucky knows that he just snooped into something that he definitely wasn't supposed to find, but his arousal and curiosity overcome the pang of guilt in his chest, and he can't help himself from flipping the next page.

His eyes land on the long lines of his body, the soft curves of his neck craned back against someone's shoulder. The person standing behind him is barely visible, unrecognisable, but it's clear who those strong arms belong to where they're wrapped around Bucky's torso, touching him, making his face twist with pleasure and his cock stand hard against his stomach.

"Fuck." Bucky can't take it anymore. He shakily puts the sketchbook back where he found it and runs to his room, not wasting time stripping out of his clothes.

He takes himself out of his pants and his hand is immediately on his cock, jerking himself off to the fantasy of Steve doing that to him, of holding him back against him and touching him and making him moan with all the filthy things he would whisper against his ear.

Bucky comes in less than thirty seconds, panting and flushed where he's standing with his back against the door. He cleans himself with awkwardness and guilt weighing on his shoulders, and decides to completely forget that he ever found that sketchbook and saw those drawings, that he just masturbated to Steve's handmade porn collection.

Bucky, of course, doesn't forget about it. While it's harder to act normally in front of Steve from now on, he manages not to draw any suspicion to himself. The first times he sees Steve after the incident, Bucky's stiff, awkward, can't meet Steve's eyes and stop himself from blushing obscenely.

Just the idea that Steve possibly thinks of him like that makes him hot under his skin. He wants to know more, wants to know if Steve really feels that way about him, but just when he's one step from asking Steve about those erotic drawings, Bucky remembers that he was definitely not supposed to see any of them, and he dreads Steve's reaction if he were to find that out.

So, Bucky keeps it to himself. His fingers itch to go grab the sketchbook again and flip the pages to take a further look, but he refrains. It's wrong in a multitude of ways.

Bucky resists four days before his body caves in for him. It's like his feet move on their own volition, and suddenly he's snooping through Steve's stuff again, this time with intent.

Steve is out for a meeting, but Bucky doesn't risk wasting time and getting caught. He finds the sketchbook under Steve's mattress, and with a thrill running up his spine, Bucky quickly opens it and sweeps his greedy eyes over the drawings.

He didn't go past that sketch last time, but he does now, and he whimpers when he flips the page and his eyes settle on the paper.

He's on his knees, peering up at someone with his lips wrapped around their cock. It's Steve, Steve's cock, he knows it and he wouldn't want it any other way. There's a hand in his hair, keeping him in place as the shine on his lips and the wetness in his eyes make it all look so lewd and sinful.

Bucky's heart is thumping behind his ribs, he's already breathless and hard enough to pound nails, and he can't stop his hand from pushing down his sweatpants and reaching for his cock even if he tried to.

He strokes himself to the fantasy of having Steve's cock in his mouth, of being at his mercy and swallowing every inch of him. He's imagined this scenario for years, but now that he actually has something to look at, now that he can almost see himself doing it, Bucky feels overwhelmed.

He's moaning, he wants to come, but the desire to find out what's next in the sketchbook is stronger. Greedy, Bucky flips the next page, and his eyes open wide as he looks at the drawing in front of him.

"Oh, fuck," He whines, hand speeding on his cock, "God, fuck, Steve."

This time, it's clearly Steve with him on the page. The perspective makes it possible to only see their profiles, and Bucky doesn't know which part to look at more.

The way Steve is pressing him into the mattress, belly down and ass tilted up. Or the way Steve's fingers are buried in his hair and are pulling his head back, making his back arch in a sinuous curve as his other hand disappears between Bucky's round cheeks. Or the way the lines of his face are twisted with pleasure and his mouth is open with sounds he can only imagine himself making.

Bucky wants so much. He wishes Steve would press him into the bed for real and fingered him like that, held him down, spewed filth in his ear and made Bucky writhe.

He closes his eyes and lets himself imagine it, feels his orgasm grow from the bottom of his spine and send him higher, higher on that rollercoaster until he's coming with an aborted shout, spilling all over his shirt.

Panting, Bucky slowly comes down from the high and melts against the mattress, eyes closed and heart racing in his chest, barely noticing the sketchbook moving out of his hand.

"I see you liked that one."

Bucky jumps so fast his body slides all the way to the other side of the bed. His eyes snap open only to find Steve standing in front of him, eyes shifting between the sketchbook in his hands and Bucky lying with his junk out on his sheets.

"Steve." Bucky breathes, face burning with shame and humiliation, and his hands clumsily reach to cover himself and tuck his cock back in his sweatpants, "I–"

Their eyes meet, and Bucky gulps when he sees the bundle of emotions in Steve's expression.

He looks angry and embarrassed, but Bucky can't unsee the heat in his eyes when he shamelessly lets them roam over Bucky's form.

Steve scoffs, shakes his head and looks at the sketchbook again, "Glad to know you're still a nosy shit, Barnes."

"I'm not–" he starts, but the statement dies quickly on his tongue when Steve pins him with his gaze.

"You want this, Buck? You like it?" He asks with hope in his voice. He turns the page back towards him, somehow exposing him even more, and Bucky feels the blood rush to his cheeks.

There's no point denying it. He's literally lying on Steve's bed with his dick out of his pants and come all over his shirt, he's as obvious as they come.

Minutely, Bucky nods and averts his gaze, shame prickling under his heated skin. The elephant in the room is growing by the second between them, the silence stretching until it becomes unbearable.

This is it, Bucky thinks. This is the moment Steve tells him he's a disgusting freak and doesn't want to see him ever again.

Bucky moves, but before he can get off the bed and run out, there's a hand on his elbow pulling him back.

In a moment, he's pinned to the bed by a heavy, hot body and a pair of lips pushing against his own.

Bucky's brain melts. He's unresponsive and tense as Steve kisses him softly, doesn't know what to do with his mouth, until finally he gets back on track and kisses back.

It lasts forever. It's almost as if they're both afraid to pull apart and realise it was only a dream. The kisses start off innocent, chaste, but then suddenly Steve's grip on Bucky's jaw tightens, their lips push with more urge and need, their bodies move against each other with only one purpose.

Steve's lips migrate to Bucky's jaw, and then to his neck, and then to that spot below Bucky's ear that makes him moan and tighten his fingers around Steve's hair.

"That one got you off, Buck, huh?" Steve whispers against his skin, and Bucky squeezes his eyes shut in shame.

He knows exactly what Steve is talking about and where he's going with this, and suddenly Bucky's thinking about that particular drawing again, and his cock gives an interested twitch against Steve's hip.

"You thought about me doing that to you? You want me to finger you, Buck?"

"Please," Bucky gasps, squirming under Steve's hot weight, "Please yes."

"Turn around." Steve orders, and Bucky wouldn't dream about disobeying him.

Somehow, in the process, Steve makes him lose all his clothes, and Bucky has barely time to register the sound of a cap popping open before there are lips on the back of his neck and fingers sliding down his crack.

Steve is filthy. He can't stop running his mouth, whispering dirty stuff to Bucky and making him hot all over.

"That how you want it?" He says as he slips a finger inside Bucky, "You want me to pull your hair, hm? Hold you down while I get you open?"

Bucky's helpless. He nods, moans his approval as best as he can and Steve is only happy to provide.

He preps him quickly and efficiently, pulls his head back by his hair and jabs his fingers into his sweet spot, bringing Bucky to desperation until he's a pleading mess on the sheets. His skin is sweaty and scattered with marks by the time Steve pulls his fingers out.

"Please, Steve."

And Steve doesn't make him wait any longer. There's pressure at his hole, something wide and hard and slicked pushing against his rim until it gives in, and then Steve is sliding into him, filling him up with a strangled moan.

Bucky's mouth opens in a silent groan as he lets himself adjust around the intrusion.

He feels whole, claimed, feels like he's about to fly up and fall down both at the same time.

"You okay?" Steve asks, caressing his flushed skin with gentle hands and soft lips. 

Bucky’s never been better. Steve is everywhere, surrounding him both from inside and outside, raising shivers on his skin and stirring that pool of butterflies in his belly with every breath he takes. Bucky's in love.

"Yeah," He whispers, reaches back with his metal hand to touch Steve's hip, "I'm peachy."

Steve's suddenly intimate and sweet, the bossy side of him gone as he gently turns Bucky's head and meets him in a kiss. It makes Bucky melt inside, makes him feel loved and taken care of in a way he's never felt before.

Steve brings his hands on top of Bucky's where they rest on the bed and tangles their fingers together, holds him close as he starts to thrust.

It's slow at first. The smooth slide of his cock inside him makes Bucky gasp against Steve's lips, makes his hands grip tighter onto Steve's.

Bucky whines, his body singing with the heady feeling of being so open, so vulnerable, and his muscles spasm with the tiny sparkles every movement sends through his veins.

"Bucky, God, you feel amazing." Is the last thing Steve says before he lets go and starts to fuck Bucky in earnest.

Steve's a beast, and Bucky's never been more grateful for the super serum allowing both of them to endure such force, because it feels fucking good. The lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin echoes in the room along with their moans.

It's wonderful. It has Bucky screaming and writhing with each powerful thrust angled the right way, and his cock is weeping against the sheets like a broken faucet.

His second orgasm is coming at him like a train at full speed, growing and swelling and bursting before he even has time to realise it's happening.

"Steve! Close!" He garbles just as his cock twitches and erupts with his release.

Steve is moaning against his neck, his hips slamming even faster as he chases his own climax, and Bucky's left a writhing mess under his powerful body. He feels like he's falling, feels like the ground just opened under his feet. He lets go, knowing Steve is there to catch him.

Bucky feels like he's floating by the time he comes back to himself. His body is limp and worn out, aching in places he never thought possible.

As he blinks his eyes open, Bucky realises he's lying on his back, and there are featherlight kisses tickling the skin on his chest.

His heart flips when he takes in the sight of Steve curled against him, lying with his head on Bucky's chest and caressing his sides. Absentmindedly, Bucky lifts a hand and runs his fingers through the soft tuft of Steve's blonde hair.

"Hey," Steve looks up and smiles, "You're back."

"I was gone?" He asks, can't help but mirror Steve's smile as he's pulled in for another kiss.

"Mhm," Steve hums when he pulls back and rests his head on Bucky's chest again, "Must've fucked you good."

"Shut up." Bucky swats his arm, blush coating his cheeks once more as the previous events replay in his head.

Steve chuckles, squeezes the arm draped over Bucky's middle before letting go with a happy sigh.

A minute passes in silence before Steve speaks again.

"Wanna try and replicate another one of my drawings?"

Bucky laughs tiredly and gives Steve's hair a weak tug, "Just give me ten minutes."

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About Us

Summary: I found a questionnaire for couples and I thought what if the relationships I write about answered these?

BUCKY X READER

Who hogs the blankets at night?

Everynight Bucky has to wake up and pull you close in your burrito of blankets. He smiles everytime and finds you eventually in the middle of the stack as he tries to shield his chest from the cold. He kisses your forehead before he goes back to sleep to wake up with you tucked in all of the blankets again by morning.

If you two fall asleep on the couch it usually turns Bucky into a blanket hog however. He tucks it around the corners of your legs to get himself comfy before you know it he is asleep and turned over with a blanket wrapped around him like a toga. You giggle every time and snap a picture while you can.

Who eats the uneaten pizza crust?

As you take small bites around the edge of the crust you toss the pieces onto your plate and sigh as you clean your fingers with a napkin. You paused the movie and walked over to the counter and set your plate down. You turned around to grab something to drink as Bucky came over and gasped.

“What?”

“You don’t eat the pizza crust? That’s the best part!” He loudly stated as he picked up one of the pieces and chewed it.

“I don’t like the taste of plain dough. You can have them if you want.”

“Just another reason we were made for each other, Doll.” He smiled as he pulled you against him for a hug and joined you on the couch with your pizza crusts.

Who is crying over a sad movie?

Your nose was tucked against the blanket as Bucky ran his fingers through your hair. You had agreed to watch this movie Bucky suggested and it was pulling at your heart strongly. You held back your tears for most of the movie but just as the two old lovers who thought they didn’t love each other admit their feelings you feel tears coming to your eyes. You sat up and scooted closer into Bucky’s side as you watch intently. The woman reached up from the wheelchair and laced her fingers with the man’s. “I love you.” The woman said just loudly enough for the man in the hospital bed to hear. “It took you long enough.” As the two people hugged you felt a tear breech over your eyelid and fall over your cheek. As romantic music played in the background the old woman crawled into the bed with the man and they shared a soft kiss. You grabbed Bucky’s hand and pulled it against your chest, getting his attention on your tears. As the screen went black you heard the heart monitor go into a dead tone and tears fell rapidly. You sniffled into your hands as you let the tears fall and the movie ended to show real life pictures of the couple. Whimpering a bit Bucky pulled you onto his lap and kissed your temple. “I didn’t know it would make you cry.”

“It was just so sweet, to be together like that, their entire lives they were in love with each other and they finally got their moment and died! How are you not bawling?!”

“Aw it’s okay baby. We have hundreds of years together.” You snuggled against his chest as you got to pick the next movie for the night.

Who talks smack on game nights?

“Who is the queen now?!” You exclaimed as you placed a hotel on each of your owned properties on the monopoly board.

“Don’t get too cocky now Princess.”

“I’m gonna win! Daddy’s gonna loose!” You chided happily as he landed on your most expensive place. Holding your hand out with a winning smirk you heard him grumble as he gave you the money he owed for rent. “Thank you for visiting.” You laughed as you rolled the dice and landed on the free parking space. “Yes!”

“You have to be cheating.”

“Don’t be a sore looser James.”

“Watch it Doll. You haven’t won yet.”

“It’s hard to hold it back when I know what’s gonna happen!” You were excited you had never won a game and you were promised no punishments for anything that happened for the rest of the night. You smiled as he landed on yet another one of your properties and paid you even more of his money. You laughed as you drew a chance card and read that you had to pay housing fees for each hotel, which costed 175 for each one. You brushed it off saying how you would just win it back on your next roll, seeing free parking was near. Bucky rolled and sucked on his lip as he moved to the free parking spot and picked up the stack of paper money you had just set down.

“Looks like my luck is changing Doll.”

“Not for long.” You rolled and landed on a railroad. Rolling your eyes as you counted out $400 dollars for Bucky he flashed a playboy smile at you.

“I’ll take an apology now and wont punish you.”

“No. I will still win this!” You huffed as Bucky rolled again and landed on community chest which had him land on go and collect another 400. You rolled and landed on luxury tax which broke you down to your last 100. As you nervously passed Go your money went back up to three but you landed on Bucky’s railroad piece.

“Gonna have to mortgage Sweets.”

“Shut up.” You chewed on your thumb a bit before picking up your yellow set along with your orange and selling them to the bank to get just enough to pay Bucky rent. “There, Let’s hurry this up.”

“Woah! Someone isn't so happy now that they are losing.”

“I’m not losing, just a bit behind.”

“Mhm. C’mere, I miss you.” You stood up as Bucky made his move on the board and blushed as he pulled you down to his lap. “That’s better.” He pressed a kiss against your neck, causing you to lean back against him. “Better focus before you lose.” You huffed as you grabbed the die and rolled and landed on go to jail.

“Fuck!” You yelled and you felt Bucky’s hand moving around to tease you and eventually forget the game.

Bucky

Who hogs the blankets at night

Everynight Bucky has to wake up and pull you close in your burrito of blankets. He smiles everytime and finds you eventually in the middle of the stack as he tries to shield his chest from the cold. He kisses your forehead before he goes back to sleep to wake up with you tucked in all of the blankets again by morning.

If you two fall asleep on the couch it usually turns Bucky into a blanket hog however. He tucks it around the corners of your legs to get himself comfy before you know it he is asleep and turned over with a blanket wrapped around him like a toga. You giggle every time and snap a picture while you can.

Who eats the uneaten pizza crust

As you take small bites around the edge of the crust you toss the pieces onto your plate and sigh as you clean your fingers with a napkin. You paused the movie and walked over to the counter and set your plate down. You turned around to grab something to drink as Bucky came over and gasped.

“What?”

“You don’t eat the pizza crust? That’s the best part!” He loudly stated as he picked up one of the pieces and chewed it.

“I don’t like the taste of plain dough. You can have them if you want.”

“Just another reason we were made for each other, Doll.” He smiled as he pulled you against him for a hug and joined you on the couch with your pizza crusts.

Who is crying over a sad movie

Your nose was tucked against the blanket as Bucky ran his fingers through your hair. You had agreed to watch this movie Bucky suggested and it was pulling at your heart strongly. You held back your tears for most of the movie but just as the two old lovers who thought they didn’t love each other admit their feelings you feel tears coming to your eyes. You sat up and scooted closer into Bucky’s side as you watch intently. The woman reached up from the wheelchair and laced her fingers with the man’s. “I love you.” The woman said just loudly enough for the man in the hospital bed to hear. “It took you long enough.” As the two people hugged you felt a tear breech over your eyelid and fall over your cheek. As romantic music played in the background the old woman crawled into the bed with the man and they shared a soft kiss. You grabbed Bucky’s hand and pulled it against your chest, getting his attention on your tears. As the screen went black you heard the heart monitor go into a dead tone and tears fell rapidly. You sniffled into your hands as you let the tears fall and the movie ended to show real life pictures of the couple. Whimpering a bit Bucky pulled you onto his lap and kissed your temple. “I didn’t know it would make you cry.”

“It was just so sweet, to be together like that, their entire lives they were in love with each other and they finally got their moment and died! How are you not bawling?!”

“Aw it’s okay baby. We have hundreds of years together.” You snuggled against his chest as you got to pick the next movie for the night.

Who talks smack on game nights

“Who is the queen now?!” You exclaimed as you placed a hotel on each of your owned properties on the monopoly board.

“Don’t get too cocky now Princess.”

“I’m gonna win! Daddy’s gonna loose!” You chided happily as he landed on your most expensive place. Holding your hand out with a winning smirk you heard him grumble as he gave you the money he owed for rent. “Thank you for visiting.” You laughed as you rolled the dice and landed on the free parking space. “Yes!”

“You have to be cheating.”

“Don’t be a sore looser James.”

“Watch it Doll. You haven’t won yet.”

“It’s hard to hold it back when I know what’s gonna happen!” You were excited you had never won a game and you were promised no punishments for anything that happened for the rest of the night. You smiled as he landed on yet another one of your properties and paid you even more of his money. You laughed as you drew a chance card and read that you had to pay housing fees for each hotel, which costed 175 for each one. You brushed it off saying how you would just win it back on your next roll, seeing free parking was near. Bucky rolled and sucked on his lip as he moved to the free parking spot and picked up the stack of paper money you had just set down.

“Looks like my luck is changing Doll.”

“Not for long.” You rolled and landed on a railroad. Rolling your eyes as you counted out $400 dollars for Bucky he flashed a playboy smile at you.

“I’ll take an apology now and wont punish you.”

“No. I will still win this!” You huffed as Bucky rolled again and landed on community chest which had him land on go and collect another 400. You rolled and landed on luxury tax which broke you down to your last 100. As you nervously passed Go your money went back up to three but you landed on Bucky’s railroad piece.

“Gonna have to mortgage Sweets.”

“Shut up.” You chewed on your thumb a bit before picking up your yellow set along with your orange and selling them to the bank to get just enough to pay Bucky rent. “There, Let’s hurry this up.”

“Woah! Someone isn't so happy now that they are losing.”

“I’m not losing, just a bit behind.”

“Mhm. C’mere, I miss you.” You stood up as Bucky made his move on the board and blushed as he pulled you down to his lap. “That’s better.” He pressed a kiss against your neck, causing you to lean back against him. “Better focus before you lose.” You huffed as you grabbed the die and rolled and landed on go to jail.

“Fuck!” You yelled as you ended up having to pay to get out of jail and landing on the railroads owned by Bucky.

Who always sings with the radio?

As Bucky drove to the cabin he had surprised you with for an anniversary you clicked on the radio. He smiled as the music grew louder in the car and you rolled down the windows. You laughed as you danced in your seat with the music before your voice began to carry through the car. Bucky grabbed your hand and brought it up to his lips with a kiss.

“Sing with me!” You searched through your playlist for your wedding song and a shine grew in his eye. Bucky took a turn and you held your free hand out of the window.

Who would accidentally burn the kitchen down cooking?

You rushed over to the sink to finish rinsing the potatoes before your meat began to burn. You had been working for hours in the kitchen and this was your second attempt to make dinner for Bucky. He had been sent on a month-long mission and even if he skipped dinner and went straight to dessert you still wanted it to be perfect for him. He had texted you when his plane landed and how long it would be until he was home. You took a deep breath before mixing and sliding the meal into the oven. Prepping the next step for your potatoes you smelled the air and cursed yourself for forgetting the pie on the top rack of the oven. You had set the oven to broil to try and crisp the skin of the fish you were cooking and completely forgot about it. You pulled open the oven door after shutting the oven off for the area to fill with black smoke. You began coughing and couldn’t hear the door open. Bucky immediately dropped his bag and searched for you.

“Doll?!”

“There’s no way you're home already?!” You stomped your foot on the floor as you felt him pulling you away from the stove. You moved your hand to clear the air around you a bit before rushing over to the windows to let the house air out.

“Are you okay?”

“Yea. I was trying to make you a special dinner.”

“Well I’m glad I got home before you burned down the house.”

“But now dinner is ruined.”

“That’s okay, I’m craving something sweet anyway.” Your laughed echoed as he carried you to the bedroom.

Who does the shopping?

You tried taking Bucky with you to the grocery store but it was proving to be difficult. He was excited at all of the new food and loaded up your cart with these useless things he would never finish and would end up going out of date. After the five hours spent in the grocery store you sat down with him and told him to list off things he wanted to try because you were going to the store alone from now on. He whined to go with you but eventually gave up when you promised to buy him one new thing each time.

Who kills the spiders?

You screamed at the top of your lungs before hopping on the center counter and tucking your feet under your butt.

“What’s wrong Doll?”

“Spider. Sink. Get it!” You waved your hand over to the area and whined when you saw it move higher up the side of the sink.

“Calm down. Hand me a paper towel.”

“Ew, here.” You tossed the sheet in the air for it to miss Bucky’s hand completely and fall to the floor.

“Doll, It’s not gonna reach you over there.”

“Don’t care. Kill it.” Bucky reached down to pick up the sheet before pressing it against the spider and crumpling it up in the trash.

“Better?”

“My hero.” You wrapped your arms around him for a hug before you each went back to cleaning.

Who is the Morning or Night person?

Every morning Bucky wakes you up with kisses and cuddles because he has been laying in bed for an hour now wanting to get up. Sometimes you could convince him to stay in bed with you and it would always be a loving lazy morning, where you wouldn’t leave until noon. Other times Bucky was trying to wake you up to spend the morning with him. He always asked about going on his run with him or having breakfast at the cafe downstairs. You would always try to make it to some of his early activities the same way he would spend the day in bed with you.

But ever so often you would sleep the mornings away and Bucky would be asleep as you read a book into the night. You were a night owl. Always had been always will be. Something about the mystery of the night always pulled you towards it. Bucky would try to stay up with you but he would fall asleep on the couch with you awake at 3 in the morning finishing a movie.

Who is more loving?

Bucky is loving with gestures. He will tell you he loves you every day no matter what but if it comes to it he will always choose a gesture to make you blush and have a permanent smile on your face because you know how special you are. Bucky is going to say you, but that’s because you showed him how to love. He knew before HYDRA but after he had lost every part of him and basically have to restart. You reminded him of his favorite feeling in the world and he would do anything to hold onto it.

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