#NO FUCKING THOUGHTS ONLY BUCKY KNOWING STEVE WOULD COME BACK TO HIM EVERY SINGLE TIME EXCEPT THE LAST ONE

[buckyalpine]

So for the Untouched AU have you thought about any of these scenarios? Film themselves having sex, using whipped cream or chocolate, try getting tied up (either one of them but y/n would be my choice), give y/n a nipple-only orgasm, role playing, try edging, order a sex toy online after they search the site for things they wanna try together, tease each other all week with sexting during class, sending pics/videos to each other. I know. Just a few thoughts…🙄

18+

Bucky x f reader (Steve's sister,  if you’re like me, add the caveat of being an adopted sister)

Sex tapes with our Untouched babies? The answer to this is hell yes. These babies are learning everything together. Nudes. Edging. Sex tapes included. Can be read as a standalone.  

Warnings: Smutty smut, fluffy fluff, shy reader, sending nudes, sex tapes

The first nudes 

It started off with a few sexy pics. 

He’d send you a pic of him in his grey sweats after the gym. There’s no way to hide his boner, the outline of his cock straining against the fabric. 

Shirtless pics. 

Fresh out the shower, towel hanging low pics. 

He didn't want to pressure you to send anything so he doesn’t even ask, happy to tease and tempt you instead. Quite honestly he regretted sending you anything in the first place because the second you sent him something with a little extra cleavage he had to hold his school bag against his lap to contain his boner.

The first time he sent you nudes was after he’d spent the whole day struggling to keep his hands to himself after you’d paraded around the house in a tiny sundress. He’d come over to play video games, gritting his teeth each time you came over to you brothers room to bring up their pizza and drinks, petting his hair on your way out. He couldn’t focus on a damn thing, his mind clouded with your bare thighs and the glance he got of your tiny panties from where he was sitting, only coming to his senses when Steve threw the controller at his head. 

At least keep it in your goddamn pants when I’m around punk

As soon as he was home, he pulled his pants off, grabbing his phone, showing off his leaking cock, throbbing, the tip glistening without him touching himself.

My Bucky: See what you do to me? 

Babydoll: OMG BUCKY  🙈

My Bucky: It’s fucking leaking sweets, fuck I need you

Babydoll: Serves you right, perving all day  🙄

M Bucky: You’re the one who teased me, come make it go away  🥺️

You giggled, your face heating up, feeling a little frisky, butterflies erupting around your tummy when he sent you another pic, this time with his balls, legs spread. You pulled your dress up, pulling your panties to the side, giving him the perfect view of your glistening cunt, your heart racing after you hit send. 

Babydoll: Take care of me first 

My Bucky: God Damn.

My Bucky: Fuck babydoll

My Bucky: Not fair, let me come over doll, please?

5 minutes later

My Bucky: I’m outside.

That started it. Bucky didn’t hesitate to show you exactly what you did to him and how hard he was, always ready to show you exactly how turned on he was for you. Study room. His car. Bed. It was fine until he’d nearly gotten caught twice, always scrambling to yank his pants back up, the tell tale blush on his face giving him away. 

“Bucky had his dick out again”

“For fucks sake Barnes” 

“You’re both something else, I swear” 

“This is why we call you Bucknasty” 

“You nasty hoe” 

“Shut up Sam”

Your nudes drove Bucky feral and he’d nearly came in his pants the first time you sent him something in lingerie. He whimpered as soon as he opened the message, struggling not to palm himself, his eyes nearly crossing seeing you encased beautifully in the dark lace, the sheer material hardly covering your nipples and your perfect cunt. He may or may not have left class to rub one out, but it didn’t do much, his cock continued to twitch until he had you spread out on his bed. Your nudes are precious gold to him and he treasures every single one with his life. His beautiful doll in her bare form, all just for him. 

The first time edging 

“Sweet girl, please?” 

“You’re pretty when you beg baby” 

You were on top of Bucky, winding your hips down on him, watching his beautiful fucked out face, his skin flushed, lip chewed from how hard he was focusing. He had a bruising grip on your thighs, his cock throbbing from how badly he wanted to cum. You had made him hold it, bringing him close to the edge only to stop his orgasm right at the tip, his cock swollen and desperate. 

“F-fuck, I can’t y/n” He nearly sobbed, squeezing his eyes shut. You felt your stomach clench, watching his perfect face contort, his brows furrowed, trying so hard to force himself from cumming. “Baby, s’too much, I wanna cum, let me cum, I can’t hold it” 

“Y-yes you can” You continued to bounce on his cock, your high pitched whines making it harder for him to hold off his orgasm. You’d been curious about edging for a while, wanting to give Bucky the most intense pleasure of his life, not realizing it’d be just as amazing for you. Your slick dripped all over his crotch, his balls covered in your arousal. 

“C’mon, I know you wanna cum, let’s cum together baby, please” He pleaded with you, choking at the way your pussy squeezed and fluttered around him, your own orgasm waiting to snap. You whimpered, gasping when he snaked his hand to play with your clit, a pornographic moan slipping from your lip as he rubbed perfect circles. 

“Does that feel good doll? You gonna cum with me?”  

“FUCK BUCKY” You gave into the pleasure he toyed with, your muscles tensed as he started to fuck up into you from underneath, his cock growing harder. “I-shit-

“Let go with me doll, cum with me, I got you” Bucky grabbed your hips, slamming you down onto his cock while he thrusted upwards, his back nearly arching off the bed. You moaned, your body giving way and falling limp, letting him pound from underneath you, the sounds of skin slapping growing louder. 

“I’m gonna cum Bucky!” You started to flutter around his cock, your juices soaked him again as you came on his cock. Bucky let out a strained moan feeling you squeeze him, his pace growing sloppy as he pushed in as deep as he could. 

“Fuckffuck thankyouthankyou, oh god, gonna c- AH FUCKKK” Bucky wrapped his arms around you, stilling as he cock throbbed, cum pumping into your pussy while he whined and whimpered under you. He refused to move afterwards, keeping his cock warm inside you while you both cuddled under his sheets, his face buried into the crook of your neck. 

“Bubba, you have to pull out at some point” You giggled, playing with his hair while he shook his head, keeping his flushed face hidden. 

“Sensitive” He whispered, staying inside your warmth, a new idea coming to mind, “We should try rope next time” 

The first time using rope 

“You sure you okay with this bubba?” Bucky checked the ties again, making sure they were comfortable around your wrists, his thumb stroking your cheek while you looked up at him with love and adoration. No matter what it was he wanted to do, your comfort had always come first. 

That being said, something about having you tied up had made Bucky extra feral. He loved the way you trusted him, your pretty doe eyes shying away from him while you were bare in his bed. 

“You-you look so pretty tied up like this for me baby” Bucky whispered, kissing your lips sweetly while you whimpered, squeezing your thighs together, your clit throbbing. You felt a shiver, naked on his bed while he still had his clothes on, admiring your pretty form as if you were a present just for him. 

He stripped his clothes off while keeping his eyes locked with yours, crawling onto the bed and tossing your legs apart, licking his lips before kissing your inner thigh. 

“Gonna let me play with this pretty pussy baby?” Bucky didn’t waste a second, his tongue laving and drinking every bit of your sweetness, loving the way your squirmed each time he flicked at your clit. 

“Fuck Bucky!” Your back bowed off the bed as he latched onto your clit, suckling, practically nursing off you, moaning as he kept his lips sealed around your sensitive bud. He pulled away from you, untying the rope, just to manhandle you and shove your face into the mattress with your ass in the air. You yelped, feeling his hand spank your ass, grabbing both hands and tying them again, holding onto your wrists as leverage as he brought his cock to your entrance.

“Scream for me baby” He gave you a wolfish grin, glancing at the mirror that was off to the side of the bed, the more you squirmed, the more his cock leaked. “Can’t run from my cock now so take it” He shoved his cock into you, pounding into you, letting his balls hit your clit with each thrust, grunting and groaning. 

“S’too much” Your eyes rolled back, the coil in your belly winding tighter as he pressed his hand to your shoulder blades making his cock his deeper. You cried out, your pussy squelching, your juices making a mess on his thighs. “I’m gonna cum Bucky, pleasee-” 

“Fuck, you gonna cum without me even touching you baby? Don’t even need me to rub that pretty pearl of yours, you gonna cum just from my cock fucking you? You can take it baby, you’re my good girl” Bucky’s voice was low, nearly breathless, his cock throbbing, reeling over how the rope felt as he held onto your tied hands, his perfect beautiful doll, helplessly crying over his cock. “Hold it baby, fuckin’ hold it” 

“Wanna cum James, p-please, wanna cum” You couldn’t even hold it any more, your pussy already starting to flutter. Your moans were muffled against the sheets, your trembling body a sign you were close. 

“Together, jus-jus’ fuckin hold it sweets, that’s it, my good girl, my good fuckin’ girl, m’gonna fill you up okay?” Bucky rubbed up and down your spine, his head thrown back. “Gonna make you feel so good, give you all the cum you want babydoll, cum now baby, cum right fucking now!”

“Give me your cum James” You cried out, your orgasm ripping through you right on his command. Your pussy was desperate to milk every drop of his cum, squeezing and pulsing around him making it harder for him to move. 

“Oh fuck, you have no idea, I’m gonna give it to you doll, gonna give you so much, so much, SO FUCKING MUCH FUCK-” Bucky slammed into you, grabbing your hips and holding still as his cock throbbed, desperately moaning as he filled you up. He untied your wrists, still panting and sensitive from his climax, pulling you up to cuddle up with him. 

“Did I do good Bucky” You mumbled against him, your face buried in his chest, nearly falling asleep instantly at his ministrations. 

“Did so good for me my angel, so perfect” He stroked your hair, kissing your face while you nuzzled against him, his hands gently massaging the indents of the rope of your wrists. “My perfect good girl”

The first sex tape 

Bucky can't help himself, wanting to capture some of those intimate moments with you for just his viewing pleasure. It didn’t matter if he was making soft love to you or railing the fuck out of you, he wanted to go back to every single moment and capture how perfect you were for him, how perfect you looked together. He wanted to see how gorgeous you looked when you were filled up with his cock, how your pretty face contorted with pleasure with him deep inside you. 

You knew he wanted something when he spent the whole day being needy, trailing behind you like a lost puppy. 

“Wanna make a sex tape with you” He whispered, his cheeks blushing. 

"Buckyyy" You covered your face when he brought it up, your cheeks heating up at the idea; you weren’t against it but you still felt self conscious. Bucky pulled you into his lap, cupping your cheek to make you look at him, kissing you before speaking again. 

"Promise no one else will see it sweets, we won't do it if you're no comfortable with it though" He smiled softly and you knew he meant it. Not once had he ever pressured you into doing something you didn't like.

He waited for the day where you felt comfortable. His whole body buzzed with anticipation, noting that you were much more shy, staying curled up in bed, trying to cover yourself up. Bucky propped his phone up, letting it rest on the dresser while he crawled into bed, draping his body over yours, keeping you covered. 

“You sure you okay with this pretty baby?” He whispered, his nose gently bumping against yours. You felt your face heat up, nodding and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “I’m sure”

“Can-can I eat you out first?” 

Your eyes grew wide for a moment before you said yes, your breath hitching in your throat as he slowly trailed kisses down your body, starting at your neck, stopping to take your nipples into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around, nipping them before continuing down. His broad shoulders still kept you partially covered, his sculpted ass flexing as he grinded against the mattress, moaning as soon as his tongue tasted your slick. He came back up, crashing his lips against yours letting you taste yourself, moaning when he felt your legs come to wrap around his waist.

“How do you want it baby” His cock brushed against your pussy, the tip leaking, “You want it soft or hard?” 

“Soft please” You whispered, biting your lip as he smiled, kissing your forehead while lining his cock up, rubbing the tip, letting it catch your hole. His eyes rolled back feeling you fluttering already, his whole body keeping you covered. You relaxed under his body weight, gasping as he filled you up, your pussy fluttering over the roll of his hips. You whimpered, trying to keep your moans down, your nails scratching down his back instead, pleasure overwhelming you. 

“Let me hear you sweet girl” He whispered, trailing kisses down your neck, sucking the sensitive flesh, coaxing a whine out of you. “You sound so beautiful when you moan for my cock baby”  You couldn’t help but cry out for him as he sped his thrusts up, bringing his knee up, his cock rubbing and kissing that sensitive spot deep inside you.

“Jamesss” You were finding it harder and harder to silence yourself, soft moans starting to slip from your lips. Bucky’s hands came to lace with yours, pinning them on the bed, squeezing them as he barely pulled out, keeping you full of him. 

“You feel my cock deep inside you baby?” Bucky’s intense gaze made you feel shy again, overwhelmed with the pleasure he was giving you, how intimate the moment was, how you felt him everywhere, all over. 

“So deep B-Bucky” Your voice was shaky, struggling to keep yourself from tipping off the edge, gripping onto his hands instead. 

“I know princess, doing so good for me, you make me feel so good” Bucky kissed you until he had to come up for air, panting and resting his forehead onto yours. “Do I make you feel good babygirl? Does my cock make you feel good?”

All you could do was moan, unable to formulate words as he fucked you harder, is thrusts pushing all the way into you. Bucky groaned at the way your jaw was slack, your body trembling under him, thighs squeezing him, you were close, trying so hard not to cum. 

“You like my cock in your pussy huh angel? Look at how beautiful you are right now doll, Love making you feel good doll, wanna make you feel good every. single. day” Bucky’s pace started to grow sloppy, his breaths getting heavier. 

“Gonna watch this over and over and make myself cum every time I can’t have you pretty girl” 

The thought of Bucky watching your sex tape while touching himself was too much, heat coursing through your body, your pussy starting to suck him deeper. 

“FUCK JAMES” 

“That’s right baby, say my name, wanna hear you scream for me when I make you cum, c’mon, scream my name baby, let go” Bucky picked up his back, moaning into your neck, struggling to hold his own pleasure off until you came first. “Cum baby, m’not gonna last” 

“J-JAMESS” You sobbed, your back bowing off the bed, pressing against his chest, your eyes rolling back. Your let out a pornographic moan, cumming all over his cock, your slick gushing out of you as he continued to fuck you through your high. 

“Gonna cum for you baby, take it sweet heart, take my cum, take it, take it- oh fucckkk” All the muscles in his body were pulled taut, stilling as his cock throbbed shooting his load inside you. He cuddles with you for a bit, still staying inside you before finally pulling out, making sure he still covers up most of you before grabbing his phone to stop recording. 

After the first sex tape, you get a little more comfortable and also more frisky. Bucky records just about anything whenever he gets the chance.

His favorite tapes are the ones where he can see your face and see the way you look at him. It makes him feel butterflies, blushing as he looks back, your pretty eyes always shyly gazing at him even when he doesn’t notice. 

His absolute favorite video is the one from the shower where theres so much steam, it’s a little fuzzy but it makes the moment so much more intimate. He has your legs around his waist, water dripping off your bodies, your back against the shower wall. Your moans echo and bounce off the walls significantly louder, mixed with the sound of the shower.

He also has a few prized ones that he will guard with his life. Ones that would make him cum without touching himself. 

“Smile for the camera my little slut” Bucky’s voice all you can hear, his phone focused on you while you lay on his bed, your hair messy and tousled, a thin sheen of sweat covering your body. 

You blink up with doe eyes, your tongue darting up to lick up the cum dripping from your lips, his load covering your face. You run your finger through the mess he’s made, sucking it off, giving him an innocent giggle. Bucky groaned, panning the camera down to capture the way hes stroking his spent cock, growing hard again because you look so sexy covered in him. 

“Got my dick all sensitive baby, made me cum so hard” He smirked, bringing his semi hard cock to your lips, pushing the tip for you to suckle on. “That’s it, my good girl, my little cum princess drinking up like a good girl” 

You whined, still playing with the cum that covered you, letting him record the way you took his load, coating your fingers and fingering yourself, rubbing your clit after. Bucky spread your legs apart, capturing the way your fluttering pussy dripped onto the bed, your cream messy between your thighs. He makes you hold his phone so you can record the way he cleans the mess up, his chestnut hair between your legs, arms holding you down. 

You can hardly focus on keeping the camera steady but you get every single minute of the way he moans and greedily licks up the mixed arousal pouring out of you. You nearly loose your mind at the way he lets his eyes roll back, telling you how perfect you taste together, crawling up to kiss you, making your more messy than before. 

“Let’s make a sequel?” 

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[writing-for-marvel]

Withdrawal

[He’s Hazardous To My Health Series]

Paramedic!Bucky Barnes x Resident!Fem!Reader

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Summary: You wait for Bucky to call.

Warnings: strictly 18+ due to the AU, some angst and self doubt, references to sex, references to Bucky having a traumatic past

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: Will he call? Won’t he call? Let’s find out! Banners by @vase-of-lilies

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Bucky stares down at his phone and sighs.

He wants to call you, genuinely, so why is dialling your number so difficult?

Perhaps it’s too soon, is what he tells himself. It hasn’t even been a full day since the end of your date, calling now probably makes him look desperate.

Should he message you? Tell you that he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you all day? Ugh, no… that seems extremely forward for someone he’s only been on a single date with, regardless of if it’s the truth.

There’s never been anyone whom he’s connected with enough to warrant a second date, let alone have him promising to call. He’s completely out of his depth, drowning in a sea of anxiety and no one has taught him how to swim.

Bucky knows he’s overthinking, but you make it hard to think clearly. You have his brain short circuiting, reforming synapses so that all his thoughts are rerouted to the same thing: you.

Turning his phone off, he sets it down beside him. Just because he isn’t calling straight away, doesn’t mean he won’t at all. It’s probably better to wait and not seem super eager.

Or is that counterintuitive? If you enjoy someone’s company, should you let them know so you can see them again as soon as possible?

Fuck, why is this such a daunting task? He’s never had an issue with talking or flirting with anyone before, it seems to come naturally to him. And yet the thought that he’ll say the wrong thing, and fuck up whatever it is between the two of you is making his stomach churn with prickling nerves he’s never experienced before.

Perhaps he’ll find the courage to call tomorrow.

* * *

“You seem distracted, what’s on your mind?” The familiar voice from the driver's seat of the ambulance pulls Bucky from his daydream.

You, is what Bucky thinks. You are constantly on his mind. Him and his best friend Steve are half an hour into their shift and you have not left the forefront of his mind in that entire time.

It’s like he’s in a trance.

“There’s this girl from the hospital…” Bucky trails off, unsure how to articulate exactly how you’ve bewitched him since meeting not even a week ago.

The night before last wasn’t just another hookup. At least, not to him.

“I’m gonna need a little more information than that Buck, there’s been quite a few girls of yours, especially from the hospital.” Steve laughs, but Bucky’s chest tightens at the insinuation that you’re just another fling, even though Steve doesn’t know any better.

“Two nights ago we went on a date, it ended up back at her place.” This is probably not news to Steve - he’s heard many stories about Bucky’s one night stands which would have started exactly like this. But there is one huge difference this time around. “And then I told her I’d call.”

“You’re thinking about a second date with her? She must be something special.” Bucky chuckles under his breath. Yeah, you really are something special. So fucking special.

“She’s beautiful, intelligent, funny, witty. When she was treating that little girl from the train derailment she was so good with her, kind and patient. I don’t know how to describe it, we just click. I don’t think I’ve ever allowed myself to feel more than physical attraction for someone but with her it just happens, I can’t stop myself.”

He doesn’t want to admit it to himself, but Bucky’s already addicted to you. He’s only had one fix, but he’s already showing symptoms of withdrawal. Every second apart feels like an hour, craving your company and the rapture firing in every neuron of his body when you’re in his presence.

“Look at you actually falling for someone.” Steve teases, without even knowing the full extent of how enthralled Bucky is with you. “So when are you seeing her again?”

Silence fills the front seat of the ambulance when Bucky can’t answer the question.

“Bucky, you have to see her again! Listen to how you’re talking about her, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you actually speak about wanting to see someone again. You need to call her.” Steve stops at a red light and looks over to Bucky in the passenger seat. His best friend knows him better than perhaps he knows himself but doesn’t have the same obstacle with letting people in as Bucky does.

“That’s easier said than done.” Bucky can’t mask the dejected tone in his voice, and Steve recognises the crestfallen hang of his head, knowing exactly what he means without voicing it aloud.

“I know you've been through a lot in your life Buck, you’ve built walls up to prevent any more heartbreak…” Steve starts, but Bucky doesn’t need yet another reminder of his tragic backstory.

“Alright Mr I minored in psychology, I get your point. I’m damaged goods and don’t let people get close to me.”

“It’s just a second date, Buck, you aren’t asking for her hand in marriage. Just see where it goes.” Steve makes it sound so easy. Most people wouldn’t get so stressed about something they would consider as minor as a second date, yet Bucky feels like he’s about to expose the most intimate parts of his soul to someone for the first time.

“But I don’t want to hurt her. I know nothing about dating or being in a relationship.” Bucky pauses - the fact that he’s even considering something as substantial as a relationship with you punches him in the gut. He’s never wanted that with someone before. “And I don’t want to get hurt myself.” Because all Bucky has known is relationships breaking down. To him romantic relationships are synonymous with pain and he’s had enough of that for a lifetime.

“You’ll never know if you never try. I know you think letting someone in will lead to heartbreak, but what if it’s the opposite? What if by letting this person into your heart you finally find love and contentment?” Bucky has never allowed himself to imagine a life where that is a possibility - opening himself up to that prospect sounds like a recipe for more suffering. Besides, he’s been damaged goods for a long time, he’s sure there’s no one who would want to put up with him anyway.

“You really are a hopeless romantic.” Bucky comments, trying to avoid the questions Steve is raising, and divert the topic of their conversation.

“I want you to be happy, Buck. You’ve never afforded yourself that courtesy.”

Though his experience screams at him to run in the opposite direction, that this would be a horrible decision leading to further pain, Bucky finds it hard to believe someone as sweet and good-natured as yourself would ever hurt him intentionally. Even if there is only a slim chance that he doesn’t completely fuck this up, given Bucky cannot stop thinking about you, he supposes it’s worth a shot calling you.

“Well, maybe it’s finally time I do.” Bucky mutters under his breath.

* * *

You’ve been checking your phone periodically throughout the day to se if you have any new notifications from Bucky, but each time your phone lights up, a new wave of disappointment floods your chest.

You wonder if the notion of actually calling you, or simply messaging, has even crossed Bucky’s mind once since he left your place about 36 hours ago, or if he already knew it was an empty promise at the time he made it.

“Heard anything yet?” Wanda asks hopefully, but you shake your head in response. The first thing Wanda asked during your next shift together was how your date went with Bucky - between treating patients you described the picnic Bucky set up on the riverbank and (in slightly less detail) the euphoric night you shared when you made it back to your place.

“I’m stupid for actually believing he’s going to call, aren’t I?”

“…No.” Wanda offers after a brief hesitation which tells you more than the single word does. Sensing your regret in asking, she continues on. “Sweetie, only you know the connection you share, I can’t speak to that. If you feel like there’s something special there and he promised to call, then you have every right to believe him.”

Perhaps you’re being foolish, you should know better than to hang your hopes on a man who is notorious for being a fuckboy, but you really thought Bucky was being genuine when he promised to contact you. That the blissful night you shared, and the waves of ecstasy which melded into a flood of pure pleasure, meant more than just a one night stand.

Or at least it did to you.

“Just because he’s never pursued more than a first date with other people in this hospital doesn’t mean he isn’t now, or isn’t with you. Sometimes it just takes the right person, that could be you.” You take some comfort in the sincerity of her tone, but the voice in the back of your mind reminds you of what Wanda alerted you to prior to your date: no one gets a second date with Bucky Barnes.

“You’ve changed from giving me no hope to giving me false hope, Wan.” You joke, trying to brush off the conversation and not reveal just how heartbroken you’ll be if Bucky ghosts you, even with Wanda warning about his ways.

Internally you remind yourself that it’s only been a day and a half and to not be too mad at him, yet. Perhaps he intends to call, but hasn’t gotten around to it, though you’re pretty sure you’re only telling yourself that to stop the perpetual ache in your chest rather than truly believing it.

“He promised he would call, that’s not false hope.” Wanda advises, shooting you a look of encouragement as you both complete paperwork for your respective patients.

At that moment, the doors to the ER swing open and none other than the paramedic you were just speaking about walks in wheeling a patient.

You hate how good he looks, long chestnut hair framing his face and those dazzling blue eyes you’ve dreamed about shine from all the way across the room. He’s unfairly attractive, and he walks into a room like he knows it too.

Him and his partner consult the head nurse of the ER, who, after examining her clipboard for a moment, points towards your direction, making your stomach flip.

Steel blue eyes meet yours and for a moment your entire world stands still. The sounds of the busy ER fade away and even the presence of Wanda beside you dissolves into non-existence when his eyes find you and a smile overtakes his features. That damn cheeky smile which makes your knees weak.

He truly is infuriatingly beautiful.

“Hey.” Is all you can think to say as they approach, a lump in your throat forming which would prevent you from voicing any more words if your brain could think of any other than how strapping and handsome he looks in his uniform.

“Hi.” Bucky responds softly with a dreamy smile, eyes lingering on yours for a long beat before turning away. How could someone who looks at you with such warmth not want to see you again?

You shake the thought from your mind as your focus on the patient, a young man with scared brown eyes. You can’t afford to be distracted right now, even if you desperately want to look back at him and revel in the fondness brimming in his eyes which was so apparent during your date.

After Bucky’s equally tall, broad and handsome paramedic partner gets you up to speed on the patient's history, you get to work on taking his vitals.

“Rogers, Barnes, give us some space to work, please.” Dr Strange requests and without the chance to say another word to each other, both paramedics disappear out the corner of your periphery.

What you don’t notice is Bucky’s soft gaze on you through the glass walls of the patient room as you start your work up, believing that he had simply got back in his ambulance and out into the field.

“That’s her?” Steve asks from beside Bucky. He knows full well it must be you, he’s never seen his best friend look so enamoured with a girl, nor lost for words as when he set eyes on you, but he wants Bucky to admit it aloud.

“Yep, that’s her.” Bucky says with a pride that if Steve didn’t know any better, would suggest that her meant his girl. Bucky answers without taking his eyes off you, the corners of mouth tugging into a smile. His best friend has it bad, and he doesn’t even realise.

Steve suspects if he doesn’t remind Bucky they have a shift to get back to, he’d happily watch you work for the rest of the day.

He allows Bucky a couple more minutes of that luxury before heading back to the ambulance, knowing his best friend well enough to realise before either Bucky or yourself do, just how significant Bucky’s feelings for you are.

* * *

Bucky steps out of the shower, the warm water having rinsed the hard days work off himself.

He knows he needs to call you. Waiting any longer, especially after seeing you today, even if it were only for a brief moment, would surely only indicate disinterest. That’s so far from how he feels about you, so he decides needs to take matters into his own hands and fulfil the promise he made two nights ago.

A fresh swarm of butterflies fills his stomach. He’s actually going to do this.

He just hopes you’re after more than just another hookup. Bucky’s used to being the one only interested in sex, but if the roles are reversed this time, it’ll be his exposed heart being ripped from his chest.

No, he can’t think like that. He’s finally giving himself a chance at happiness.

Bucky reminds himself that you asked him to promise to call after your date. It’s not just him that wants this, you want him to call.

With that thought, he pulls out his phone and quickly presses on your contact, so he doesn’t chicken out, and with a shaky hand holds his phone to his ear. Bucky’s heart beats in his throat as the first ring sounds, and then skips a beat altogether when the click of you answering fills his ears.

“Bucky, you called.” He can hear the smile in your voice through the line, but what makes his heart clench is the trace of surprise he can perceive, as if you truly hadn’t expected him to call.

“I did promise to.” He reminds you, but it doesn’t entirely eliminate the bitter shame bubbling in the pit of his stomach that even though he did in fact promise, you didn’t fully believe him.

“I’m happy you did. I had a really great time the other night.”

“So did I.” Those three simple words don’t sum up just how much Bucky wholeheartedly enjoyed every second he spent with you, regardless of if that were naked in your bed or getting to know you on a picnic blanket as the sun set across the horizon, but in his anxious state he can’t find words more poetic to express it. “And I’d love to do it again if you’re up for it.”

“Hmm, I’m gonna have to think about it.” He can tell by the light tone of your voice you’re joking, but he supposes he deserves waiting for an answer considering he made you wait for his call. “Of course I’d love to go on a second date with you James.”

The combination of your words and the fact that you punctuated the sentence with his true first name sends Bucky straight to heaven. Everything about you makes him completely weak in a way he has never experienced before. All of those walls Steve seems to think Bucky has built around himself don’t appear to exist with you, instead, you’ve come into his life as easily as walking through a front door with a welcome mat out front.

“I guess I’m going to have to outdo a picnic at sunset then.” He chuckles to himself, knowing that he’s never had this problem before, but realising it’s a good problem to have.

You continue to talk well into the night, forgetting what time it is, and that you both have early shifts in the morning. None of that matters when you’re so caught up in each other.

Bucky simply enjoys the sound of your voice, and how it soothes the remaining anxiety which was swirling in his chest before calling you. He certainly isn’t hanging up first, not when talking with you has been the best part of his day.

He’s chasing happiness. And he might just find it with you.

Part 4 > >

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Day 24: Choking - Steve/Bucky

Kinktober Day 24: Choking - Steve/Bucky x f!reader

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, protective Bucky, threesome, piv, anal, double penetration, praise kink, begging, choking, slight breathplay, multiple orgasms, teasing, overstimulated, aftercare, nicknames, no use of y/n

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It was a complete accident, something that had never even crossed your mind before.

As you were walking, Your eyes were on the phone in your hand, but you should have been more aware of your surroundings especially as you’d planned to visit the boys whilst they were training, entering the room without thinking or looking. This was when a protecting metal hand suddenly bumped into your neck, stopping your movements quickly, “Doll be careful”.

As Bucky spoke, a single knife came slicing through the air in the pathway that you were just about to walk into. An apology echoed around the room from Natasha as she moved to quickly retrieve the weapon however you weren’t concentrating on that. Instead on the hand that was still pushed against your neck as Bucky scowled at the other assassin, not realising where his hand had landed before he glanced in your direction and rushed to remove his hand.

“Shit, sorry babe, did I hurt you?” his voice was sincere with an edge of anxiety as he cupped your cheeks tilting your head back so he had a better view of your neck, making sure there was no visible damage.

“Oh no, I’m fine, sorry for not paying attention I was just coming to say a quick hello” he seemed happy with your answer but still kept a close eye on you for the remainder of the day which passed by quickly and without any further near-misses.

Your thoughts were muddled however as you subconsciously kept touching your neck, liking the pressure that it gave and a habit that Steve seemed to notice as you all settled around the dinner table as the sun began to set.

“What’s wrong with your neck, baby?” Steve asked. Bucky tensed, eyes shooting over in your direction as you tried not to cringe at the intensity.

“You said I didn’t hurt you earlier, let me have a look” you batted his hands away.

“No I’m fine, I promise Bucky” you rushed out, hating that you’d made him worried.

Steve looked confused between the two of you, “wait, what happened earlier” he asked.

Before Bucky could explain what happened you were quick to cut him off, reaching across the table to grip his hand trying to reassure him, “honestly Bucky I’m ok, I was just itching my neck”. Smiling at the two of them, they seemed to let it go, continuing on with their meals as you released the breath you hadn’t realised you had been holding in.

A few hours later, the mood had completely shifted. All clothes were removed and only heavy grunts and pleas were heard coming from your bedroom as you found yourself sandwiched between the two super soldiers. Specifically, Steve was chest-to-chest, hands gripping underneath your knees, easily holding you up, cock fucking long strokes in your cunt as his tongue licked the length of your neck. All the while Bucky’s toned chest was against your back, cock thrusting into your other prepped hole, hands circled around your waist, playing with your nipples as he bit into your shoulder.

Every time they had you like this, it was so beautifully overwhelming, feeling so incredibly full of cock as they double penetrated you but it always felt so good. Your hands were desperately gripping into their hair, holding on for dear life.

“You feel so good baby” Bucky praised as his lips teased your ear and all you could do in response was moan, knowing any words to come out of your mouth would be a bumbling mess.

Through it all, there was still a small spark of an idea at the back of your mind just wanting to try it, needing to feel what it was like.

Through your cock-drunk mind, you reached to grasp one of Bucky’s wrists easing it up until his hand rested against your throat. The two of them stopped their thrusting, which only caused you to whine and try and roll your hips to continue the pleasure.

“Please” you begged, eyes still closed, not noticing the shift in demeanour from your boyfriends as both of their blue eyes darkened.

“You want us to choke you, doll?” Bucky asked, his voice husky with arousal as his fingers flexed around your neck, squeezing softly, “is this what you want?”

“Yes,” you gasped desperately, nails digging into the skin of both of the shoulders now. Bucky kissed the side of your head before returning to fucking you, moving steadily, long strokes that Steve soon matched inside your dripping cunt.

“Harder” Steve and Bucky glanced at one another, before both moving at once, fucking you so hard that their cocks were a blur, just as Bucky's grip on your neck tightened enough that you felt ringing in your ears and breathing became slightly more difficult but it was the perfect amount of pressure if the way your pussy clenched was anything to go by.

The three of your bodies moulded together perfectly as they rammed into you, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you, Bucky releasing his grip as you screamed through each one, giving you a moment to regain your composure before gripping once more.

“Awww baby, who’d have thought you would be into this, huh? Does it feel good?” Steve teased, seeing saliva dripping down your chin as if you didn’t have the energy to swallow.

“Fuck” Bucky groaned, hips snapping against yours as he chased his own orgasm, his grip never faltered, only making you become dizzier as you came again, not being able to suck in a proper breath. The sensation was overwhelming but it made your blood pump harder and your orgasm last longer until Bucky’s cum was dripping out of your ass and his hand released its grip.

You all but slumped against Steve, not noticing him moving until you felt the cool sheets on the bed against your back. The blonde didn’t falter in his thrusting, his powerful thighs driving his cock in and out of your pulsing sensitive cunt.

To your right, Bucky kneeled on the edge of the bed, hand returning back to your neck with a thankful groan from you. “You like this baby? Me choking you while Steve fucks your ruined pussy?”

It was Steve who grunted at Bucky’s words, moving even faster as his cock throbbed, looking at you beneath him, eyes glazed, cum dripping out of your ass, Bucky’s hand around your throat, he wanted to remember this picture for the rest of his life.

“I’m going to cum in this sweet pussy of yours baby” Steve growled, fingers latching onto your engorged clit, rubbing circles to match his thrusts and you were completely overwhelmed in pleasure.

“Cum for us pretty girl” Bucky encouraged, other hand stroking your cheek tenderly as you gave one last squeak before convulsing on the bed, hands grabbing his wrist as he began to move it away but you moved it back, wanting him to keep the tension to intensify your orgasm.

Steve was crying out with you, feeling you tightly grip his cock with your pussy he pulled out, shooting his load across your abdomen strikes of white coating your skin.

Bucky released his grip before you could pass out, matching sure you were taking deep breaths to come out of the dizzy spell you were trapped in, calming you down until he was satisfied that you were back to normal.

During this time, Steve had moved to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth to clean in between your legs and a cold one to place against your neck, soothing the skin. You smile thankfully up at him, eyes feeling heavy as they each kissed your temple, stroking back your hair, watching you fall into a much-needed sleep.

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[stuckymonkey]

Just A Dream

Bucky Barnes

Pairing - bucky x roomate!reader

Summary - bucky has a thing for his roomate. she'll never hear the noises he makes at night to the thought of her...right?

Warnings - use of y/n, descriptions of female reader, male masturbation, wet dreams, pretty much just bucky getting off to the thought of y/n

Word Count - 1k

a/n - part 2 coming soon!! i know this was short, but i haven't really written much from Bucky's perspective. let me know how you like it!

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Bucky was a good man. After leaving HYDRA and being rescued by Steve, he was allowed a room on one of the luxurious floors of the Avengers Compound. Since he was technically a newbie, Steve assigned him to the floor of Ms. Y/N Y/L/N, now his roommate.

Y/N was fairly new to the team, having been there for only two years prior to the Captain. She and Bucky got along very well and were very friendly roommates. He had a nightmare, she was there with a cold glass of water and a shoulder to cry on. She felt like everything was going to shit, he was ordering takeout and putting on a rom com.

They balanced each other out and worked in perfect harmony, both on and off the field. Luckily for Bucky, Y/N was out tonight with the girls so he had the floor to himself. This meant he didn't have to be quiet while he fucked up into his fist at the thought of her, or worrying about whether she could hear him rustling the blankets through the wall that they shared.

His breathing became laboured as he stuck his flesh hand down his sweats, getting himself off to the thought of her in that revealing baby pink crop top she wore last Monday, how the tops of her perfectly round breasts were visible to his hungry eyes.

Y/N had only been gone for twenty minutes before Bucky had begun edging himself, blankets thrown at the foot of his bed, hips bucking up to meet every twist of his hand. The cool metal of his bionic fingers soothed his heavy balls as he worked himself closer to the edge.

His hands worked in tandem as his eyes squeezed shut from the pleasure. "Fuck, Y/N," He moaned, knowing she couldn't hear a single word. It didn't take long before Bucky found himself on the verge of another orgasm, as soon as he thought he might let go, he stopped everything and released his throbbing cock from his slippery hand.

Only a few more, I can take a few more. He thought to himself as he waited for the last remains of his almost-orgasm to wash away. His hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead as he prepared to go another round. His shirt had long since been discarded, thrown somewhere on his bedroom floor, showing off his slick torso.

Bucky was so lost in the idea of letting himself get the release he knew he deserved that he didn't hear his roommate's keys jingle in the door, or her shoes being kicked aside. His hands started slowly working himself up again, soft and slow he decided. His cock throbbed in his clammy hand which now had copious amounts of pre cum dripping in between his talented fingers.

James twisted and tugged at his aching length, his toes curling as he felt every past build up to this moment become almost unbearable. He whined as his eyes squeezed shut, throwing his head back on to his pillow. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he whimpered and groaned out as he worked himself to the last edge.

In his mind he was picturing Y/N's perfectly manicured nails, which she had most recently gotten re done in a seductive red. He longed for her to use her delicate hands to work his heavy cock and help him reach his orgasm. He imagined how her dainty fingers would barely fit around his girthy shaft, giving it short experimental tugs before twisting and thrusting her hand over his length like it was what she was born to do.

He worked on doing what he thought she would do, being all slow and sweet with him, taking her sweet sweet time to get used to having his length in her hand. He tugged himself slowly, maintaining a firm grip on his red cock. "Ah, please," He moaned, begging for her and only her.

He imagined how she would make him wait, just as he had done to himself before, then she would work her hands over him faster, moving her other hand to gently fondle his tight balls, squeezing in the sweetest way.

"Ahhhh," he moaned as his thumb rubbed over his leaky tip, giving his cock a few more sensual tugs before he came all over his tummy with heavy squirts. "Mmmm," The feel of hot cum over his abdomen soothed him in a way, relief and immense pleasure washed over him, letting a wave of drowsiness wash over him.

Now, Bucky was usually a very clean man. Tonight however, he didn't get the chance to clean himself up before he was tugging the blankets under his chin and dozing off into the warm abyss of his own personal dreamland.

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[nexusnyx]

baby, i'm gonna leave you

#NightSkyChallenge: Prompt 5 — The night I saw everything in your eyes. “It’s like looking in a magic pond… there’s so much hidden.” [8.2k] ⚠️Smut: unprotected sex, choking, body worship, rough-handling; | 🏷️ Angst, slow-burn, denial of feelings; | 📑 This work was commissioned by my darling Malin (@charlie-hunnam) and I hope they enjoy every single word of it.

SUMMARY: His first thought is that he messed up. Bucky messed up badly not only by sleeping with you, but by doing so while knowing how much everything about you got under his skin, fogging every corner of his brain in ways he wasn't used to. So Bucky fucked up. Whatever. It happened. Then, Bucky promised he would not do it again... Except—he does. Bucky does it again, and again, and lying to himself gets harder each time.

Being surrounded by books is the only comfort Bucky has.

Nothing else comes close.

Usually, work is his safe haven. Not everybody can say that. Everything about his books soothes him—the smell of them, their textures, arranging by authors, size, or colors; he has fun with his shelves, keeps his employees in line, and offers little to no sympathy for the University students who always come to him with Pussyboot Cat eyes and some shitty, feeble excuse as to why they need Bucky's help, desperately.

None of that is working today, and it's because of you.

Bucky feels irritable beyond words — an irony of destiny considering how many of them he knows — because, for reasons he's well aware of but refuses to accept or think about it too hard, you're giving him the colder shoulder.

If you don't look at him in the next ten minutes, Bucky might die.

If Steve were here, he’d call Bucky dramatic.

He’s not—that’s what he feels like.

Being in the same vicinity and yet getting no nod of acknowledgement from you was a kind of splint under his nails kind of feeling—something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Kind of ironic, he thought, that he’d be the source of his own pain like that.

Because it was his fault. Undoutedbly.

He’d been the one to fuck up.

Again.

For the sixth time. Counting them was never his intention; there had just been few of them, and each one was more memorable than the other. Not knowing how many times he fucked up would be the fucking miracle—Bucky had the imprint of your mean chuckle tattooed at the nape of his neck, followed by the distinct taste of your tongue against his skin.

Not for the first time, Bucky takes a deep breath and, tiredly, exhales.

“Good gods!” Wanda’s voice is but a whisper, but Bucky’s ears are trained to pick it up among the overlapping conversation going on at the library, the several computer clicks and trays of books moving back and forth. “That’s like, the fifth thousand time I’ve heard you huffing and puffing back there. What is wrong?”

I went and did it again. Bucky’s eyes trail to your table once more, “No need to worry your cute little head over it.”

While he had no clue what would happen after he ignored you like a massive dick for days, Bucky expected that the weak — but plausible — excuse would mend some of the patches.

Nothing.

A dry, curt “hi” when you arrived to grab the necessary books, and then straight to your table.

“Bucky, I can hear you thinking. It’s eerily loud, for some reason, and it’s just the two of us inside our Weird Moon Valley.” Her soft, even voice gets closer, and Bucky looks up to see Wanda sliding with her chair closer.

"You're frowning." Wanda slides a hardcover copy along the counter until it hits his still hands. "Harder than usual, that is. What's up?"

"Nothing."

“Bullshit,” she spits back with a trained customer-smile still on her face. “It started when your girl—”

“She’s not my girl,” he interrupts, as always.

“—when your girl,” Wanda quips back, as always, “arrived, looked at you like you were one of the flies that surrounded her horse’s shit, got her books, then went away. Since then, mysteriously, your face’s been looking like that.” She hums, feigning curiosity. “I wonder if those are connected.”

“Your sarcasm is really over the top, you know?” Bucky considers leaving the reception and going to organize some books, but the idea is dismissed as soon as it comes. “And that description was hurtful. I’m wounded. ‘The flies that surrounded her horse’s shit’ is kinda mean, even for you.”

“My sarcasm is over the top and your attempts to pull this conversation away from the point is as horrible as your inability to play coy.”

“Harsh.”

“Alright, fine,” Wanda’s hands fly up to the sky in surrender. “I yield. Mope. Pout. Sigh. Stare at her longingly—stare at her ‘till you forget how to talk, again. See if I care,” she finishes with a dramatic sharp turn of her body, and Bucky just grabs her by the string of her apron.

He pulls her back a few steps and hits his own head against her back. "Wanda."

"Bucky."

He yields. Of course he does. "She is so mad at me." It's barely a whisper, but he knows she's heard.

He feels her scoff more than hears it. "Astute observation, dude. Do I wanna know why? And weren't you two cool until, like, a week ago? This is starting to get ridiculous."

"We were. Now..." There's a moment of hesitation in which Bucky's face becomes a wince. He wants to hide even further behind Wanda's back. "You know why," he eventually says.

Two weeks prior, Wanda had said: you two float around each other. gravitate, or some weird shit like that. you keep making the same mistakes—you gotta stand on what you two decide, dude. she'll lose her shit eventually if you don't.

A second after he says it—one heartbeat, and she understands.

It makes her turn the same way as she did before, facing him again. “Shut the fuck up,” she mutters when her pin drops on what he meant. “You didn’t.”

“Hey—technically, we did it.”

Wanda’s stare could punch holes through Bucky’s ribs. “If we weren’t at work, your left cheek would be on fire right now.” It’s not often Bucky hears Wanda’s angry tone, but it makes all of his stupidity the more real. “Are you serious?”

Did you really do it? “I… yeah.” 

Did you really go and fuck the girl who’s in love with you, and who you have feelings for, but can’t date, because unlike her you’re a slut — a polyamorous one at that — who’s never been and never wanted to be in a relationship, while she is someone who expects a ring on her finger? The woman who you entangled yourself with despite her telling you she couldn’t ever pursue something with someone like you and yet, and still, you seduced her because you ‘felt something you couldn’t ignore’ with her? 

Bucky heard and saw all those words in Wanda’s fiery eyes, and for a moment, he wanted to take it back.

It came and went in a flash, because the reality still was— “If I tell you how it happened you might not hate me so much?”

“I highly doubt that, James.”

Damn. “Can I tell you?”

Wanda’s nostrils flare as she exhales. “Fine.”

With a lengthy exhale, Bucky retells the rollercoaster of Tony Stark’s engagement party, and watches as Wanda notes—he has a point, after all.

2 DAYS AGO

"She looks so good, Steve," Bucky whined.

He wasn't one for whining, but tonight in particular, he felt stupid.

And she looked good. She walked in — drunken eyes check the glowing numbers on the microwave — 7 minutes ago. Not that he’s counting. Bucky muffles another whine behind his cup.

"God, you're whiny when you're drunk," Steve exhaled the smoke in his lungs and laughed right in Bucky's face. Little shit, Bucky thinks. "She just arrived, Buck. Get your shit together before you make the same mistake again, I swear—"

"I know, I know," Bucky's heard the speech enough times by now. "Don't worry. We're not doing that shit again."

Steve gave him a look. A single look. A “I heard that shit before” look, and “I know exactly how that promise ended, buddy” look.

"We're not," Bucky insisted. They’re not. Not matter if he wanted to. Bucky didn’t—he liked your friendship too much to fuck this up. He took another sip of his beer, then immediately regretted it. Alcohol had memories attached to its taste, had things in it that made his thinking skills fly off the goddamn window. "I need some water,” he decided.

"Fuck water." Steve opened the fridge and grabbed a can of Coke. "Drink this, then we'll go back."

Fuck.

"And don't you dare whine about soda or any of your gym rat shit about calories and training, it's the last thing I wanna hear tonight," Steve looked out of the glass walls that separated the kitchen from the outside, looking for something at the party. Probably his boyfriend, because Steve was now in love, and monogamous. "I'm so fucking anxious. He's gonna fuck this up somehow, I just know it."

"He's not gonna fuck it up."

"He might."

"Tony's not that self-sabotaging, Stevie." Bucky downed half of the can in one go, and then felt that little prickle in his neck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He hated going out. He should've stayed home. He should've stayed with his books, should've kept his mouth shut. Tony barely even likes him (a lie) and he wouldn’t even notice if Bucky wasn’t around (a bigger lie). "He's not gonna screw up the night he's been planning for months."

"What if he does? D'you know how hard it was to make that sculpture? I haven't slept in weeks. Weeks, Buck."

Bucky could tell. 

"Ugh, look away from me," Steve grunted and flipped the rest of champagne down ungraciously.

Now Bucky laughed. "What?"

"Your eyes say I can tell and I hate you for that," Steve answered with a pointed finger at Bucky, who laughed only harder. "Do I look awful? Do I have eyebags?"

"Shit, I forgot how fucking chatty you get when you're anxious." Bucky knew his best friend better than himself sometimes, but it was easy to forget things when habits change, and going out was one Bucky lost about a decade ago. "Steve, hey, c'mere."

It took him a second, but Steve walked until he stood in front of Bucky.

True to his words — or eyes in this case —, Steve looked a little under the weather.

Bucky drank the rest of the Coke, smashed the can with one hand and threw it in the trash. Then, he placed a hand in each of Steve's shoulders, and smiled at him.

"It's all gonna be fine," he started, smiling at him.

Steve took his first deep breath.

"Good," Bucky praised. Some habits, on the other hand, never died. "Your art is beautiful," his smile softened, something only Steve's art could do easily. "Tony's a really lucky guy to have you as a friend. He's gonna be lucky to have Bruce as his best man, because—guess what? Piper's gonna say yes. God knows why—"

"'cause She made her with the biggest rope of patience in the world," Steve offered in a low whisper, and Bucky laughed.

"—sure, buddy, because She made her that way, Piper's gonna say yes. And then they'll be happy together, for many decades, hopefully. They might even have kids."

"Oh god," Steve expression changed drastically. "Their kid is gonna be president."

Bucky hummed. "I—yeah. Probably."

"I don't know if I'm excited or terrified for it."

"A bit of both sounds good." Bucky put his hands down. "You better now?"

Steve exhaled. "Yup. Everything's gonna be fine. They'll be happy together."

"Yup."

Then, Bucky heard a chuckle. A familiar one. The hair at his nape answered before he even heard the voice, raising just at the realization of your presence dawned on him.

"Damn. Am I interrupting something?"

Bucky is fucked.

He should've stayed home, with his goddamn books.

He's not ready for this.

"Hey!" Steve exclaimed happily, as oblivious as Bucky had been of your approaching. "Babe, you came!" Babe. Bucky wanted to puke on Steve and your parade. "And please," he scoffed, walking your way. "You know damn well I don't fall for those pretty blue eyes anymore, no matter how close they are to me."

It was true. Steve was now in a sweet, monogamous relationship. "You lived with these pretty blue eyes,” he started, dated as well, loved, painted them, sculpted them, “so how about no slander towards them, hm?" Bucky joked, turning around to see Steve's gigantic body engulfing yours in a hug.

“Sure thing, Buck,” Steve replied with only a third of his attention.

When you were present, the air in the room differed.

Bucky could hear your whispered conversation if he tried, but he opted out. Instead, he got another soda can from the fridge while you two said your hellos and whatever else you two loved talking about when he wasn't around and waited for it.

It took only a minute, but it came.

Your eyes on him.

Bucky was a coward. He hid behind his can, sipping the liquid as he drank the sight of you as well.

Impeccable.

"Evening," he nodded.

"Hi," you answered.

"How was your trip?" he asked, even though he knew.

You smiled, probably thinking the same thing. "Good. You know that," you shrugged your shoulders, and had Bucky's chest been this tight since he left home? Since you walked in?

Since you smiled, maybe?

"I liked the pictures at the party," he drank another sip, then put the can on the counter. "You and your friend looked nice with those costumes on."

"You said I looked, and I quote, wow, she's nerdy AND she's silly."

"It was a nerdy, silly costume."

Your smile widened. "Please. He's your favorite character and I know it."

"He is," Steve agreed, looking between you and Bucky with amusement. "It did look nice, though."

"Thanks, babe."

"Now—you two behave. I'm going outside to check on Tony. Gotta make sure he's not being, too—you know."

"Himself?" you offered.

"Exactly!" Steve kissed your cheek. "See you outside. Wait—did you come alone or did you come with Yelena?"

"Yelena."

Shit, Bucky thought. "Cool," Steve smiled because he wasn't Bucky, and he wasn't currently one of the people on Yelena's Shit List. "'m gonna look for her."

And with that, he left you two alone.

It’s tense, electric, and Bucky wants to swim in the palpable air.

“How’s your back doing?” he asked.

A week ago, you sent him a picture of your sunburnt back. Your face winced at his question, and then you turned around, taking off your coat and—fuck, fuck him.

Backless dress. It’s fine.

“Damn,” he whistled. Not because he could still see the marks of bikini on your back, but because he remembered what tracing the muscles of your shoulders with his tongue felt like. He cleared his throat as you turned back around. “Not hurting anymore, at least?”

“Nah. Lena’s been helping with that,” you answered.

“The great Lena.”

You scoffed, and walked until you leaned on the counter along with him. “She’s not pissed with you.”

“I highly doubt that.”

You had no arguments for him.

Bucky smiled, and you mirrored him. He missed seeing that in person. “You look nice,” he commented.

It was more than just habit—he liked the outfit on you, and the blush on your cheeks tasted like cherry on the top.

There was the pretty black thing around your eyes, and Bucky wondered if you made it that sharp because it killed him more. Pierced through his soul—your eyes always looked at him with so much swimming under them.

“Thanks,” you said. The drink twirled in your hand. “Is Nat around?”

Outch. Bucky’s smile stiffened. “Nope.”

“It’s just—I still have her jacket. It’s in Lena’s car.” The tapping of your rings against the glass told Bucky your next words were true. “Wasn’t trying to be a dick.”

“Okay.” He believed you. “She went to Moscow to watch one of her first students perform.”

“Oh. That’s really nice.”

“If you don’t care about being in Moscow on late December—sure. Sounds lovely,” Bucky laughed behind his cup.

“Call me crazy but I just feel like someone like Nat is immune to the cold. Does that make sense? I just can’t bring myself to see her bothered about something like minus fifteen degrees.”

“She isn’t. I’ve never seen her bothered by any weather, actually.”

“Stronger and cooler than we’ll ever be,” you muttered, sipping your drink. It sounded like an ironic and fun bite, but Bucky knew the feeling underneath it—the Romanoff effect. 

It’s the thing that stands between you two, after all.

“She’s an alien,” Bucky whispered to you. Your eyes lifted, meeting his. “Or a secret agent.” The ghost of a smile appeared on the left corner of your mouth. “Let’s not dive into all the reasons we can’t be a Romanoff.”

Bucky hated to look at you now and realize what you were holding back.

“I don’t think I’d wanna be one, anyway,” you said eventually.

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” The smile might’ve been hidden, but you made no effort to withhold with your look. “She’s not into horses,” you whispered, as if telling a secret, and Bucky walked towards you in instinct. “I can’t live without them. Not even to be an ex-dancer with a top secret job and the prettiest hair.”

“Your hair is pretty,” he retorted, gaining the smile as result.

“Thanks,” you chuckled.

“Plus—I’m sure you could pull off red if you wanted to,” he said, then closed his mouth shut.

It was too easy to get lost in it.

Not even two minutes in your presence and Bucky had walked closer, complimented you twice, and he was about to do it again.

He swallowed around the feeling of your eyes ranking up and down his body.

“I’m gonna go see if Tony’s embarrassed himself again,” ‘cause I’m a coward. From this distance — or lack thereof — Bucky smelled your perfume. “Wanna join me?”

One week without it and he was now drowning in it.

“Sure,” you shrugged. “Let me just get the beer I came for.”

Everything he carried as okay crumbled more and more with your steps, but Bucky embraced it all night long.

Watching you laugh and feeling it like a punch to the stomach because all he could see was you bathed in sunlight, laughing at his morning hair dressed in his shirt? It was fine.

The way you sometimes leaned in closer so your scent was all over his space? Fine, too.

(Lies.)

All night long, he ignored the longing glances.

It was a hard task to fulfil—your eyes and his had magnets after what happened before your trip, and the distance made it that the pull only got stronger.

Through the drinks and overlapping conversations, Bucky tried to focus on what is instead of was.

Instead, he got cornered.

Close to the grill at first, you showed up with your wine glass in hand and pretended to not see him until the last second, then smiled with your wicked ways when he was forced to guide you away from the heat with hands on your elbows.

What he got was your eyes blinking up him, muttering, “‘m sorry. Slipped,” as if Bucky wouldn’t know better.

As if he didn’t see you clear as daylight.

Then, as he wondered why you were playing this game with him again, you did it again when he ran for the kitchen and decided to stay there while Thor made a show of creating spicy cocktails.

You entered the kitchen applauding already, smiling at one of Thor’s nice tricks, and the next thing Bucky knew, he felt your body pressed against his. It was a bit crowded in there. Not enough space for all those grown, broad bodies, but that was no excuse—Bucky had been there for minutes already, but it was on him that you decided to lay rest and watch the show.

“You don’t mind if I sneak in here, do you?”

Bucky minded very much. You knew that. “Not at all.” Maybe this was punishment. A way of you to get back to him, somehow. “He’s got some talent,” he commented, sipping the rest of his drink. “Here, have my spot.”

He left because he knew it was the alcohol.

There was not a mean bone in your body — also a lie — and Bucky recognized the telltale signs of a pissed off you. The lashing out and pettines kind of gave it away.

So he tried to escape.

He managed to stop Tony on the way from one room to another, give him a hug and congratulations, and say he needed to head home.

“Already? Well. I’m not gonna say I’m surprised,” Tony looked happier than Bucky had ever seen. “Rhodey and I have this theory that you might expire if you don’t sniff a book every X amount of hours and your early cue actually puts my guess in advantage, so feel free to skadaddle.” He hugged Bucky again—definitely drunk. “Thanks for coming, Barnes. I don’t say it much, but I’ve grown fond of you.”

It was all in motion.

All Bucky had to do was make it out of that stupid, gigantic mansion and—

“Leaving already?”

Fucking hell.

Bucky turned around to face you, gripping his jacket a little tighter in his hand. He put on a smile. “Yeah. You know me.”

“Sure do,” you chuckled.

“Sorry—I didn’t find you inside to say goodbye.”

The next laugh came accompanied by a roll of eyes. “You really don’t need to lie to me.”

‘You have a tell when you lie. Did you know that? Has anyone ever told you that?’

‘Do I?’

‘You do. It’s adorable.’

“You never told me what my sign is,” Bucky’s smile softened at the memory, but he tensed again when he saw you stepping closer.

“Can’t give that away. That’s important information.” Your step was steady and straight for someone who’s had so much to drink, but then again, your tolerance was kind of high. “Can I ask you for a favor?”

“Sure.”

“Can I get a ride home?”

Are these eyes playing with me or does she really need me? “I thought you came with Yelena.”

You nod, but don’t touch your hair. Maybe you do mean it. “I did. She’s not leaving ‘till the party’s over, though, and I have training tomorrow.”

Plausible. Bucky knew how much you hated to train with little to no hours of sleep. “Yeah. Sure.” What hard could a ride do?

The smile you gave him was so genuine that he almost felt like letting his guard down. “Thanks, Buck.”

“Of course, sweetheart,” he needed to stop being so full of himself. “Let’s go.”

It’s almost unbelievable what a little bit of your charm or smile would do to Bucky.

He got inside that car without a worry in his heart. 

She just needs a ride. Chill, Buck.

The way his guard is disarmed by every single glance of yours out of the window instead of the chatty, witty remarks he expected.

The drive home happened without much conversation. This part you two already knew. 

It’s how you got close, in the first place.

You two existed well in silence. Sharing space was enough—comfortable.

As it was, you picked the music. Bucky asked about your course, which you were ‘okay’ with, as always. You asked about his few students, his phD. Work. 

Small talk.

It lasted all the way until your house.

When Bucky parked and said goodnight, he was examining your eyes in search for the alcohol and that glint he saw a few times during the night. Instead, he found a reflection—there was a search in yours, and his stomach tightened.

All the things we could’ve been…

“I’ll walk you to your doom,” his voice came out as nothing but a whisper. The air felt thicker, somehow.  “C’mon.”

You nodded, and opened your own door before he walked out of his side and reached yours.

The light of your porch lit up after sensing presence, and Bucky was thinking about how to unglue his tongue from the roof os his mouth and whisper something plausible, something, just something when you said it:

“Remember the last time you came here?”

Just like that.

He paused, hesitating his next step. “I mean…”

Yes. His whole body felt in alert, and a part of Bucky felt glad to still face your back because he imagined his face looking very stupid right now.

The last time he’d been here the two of you watched movies. Had dinner. Three bottles of wine, and two shots of a special tequila you had as a gift from your best friend’s trip to Mexico. Then, when you were showing Bucky pictures of you and friends on a trip to the beach, you two had been a little too close.

A little too personal.

That time, there was no alcohol to blame.

No party, no high, nothing.

Just that thickness hanging heavy in the air and the notion that both of your bodies emanted so much heat it was palpable. It felt palpable.

Much like now.

“I never thought I’d have the guts to do what I did.”

Your confession felt like a caress. They broke him out of his stupor. Reaching the door, you turned around, facing Bucky.

He wanted to be a good guy and wanted to abide by what you had asked him of staying away, but it proved difficult when everything pointed towards the fact that you wanted this. He wasn’t crazy. “Why are you telling me this?”

Both your shoulders shrugged. “I don’t know.” You did. Bucky could see your eyes knew what the previous words meant. “‘Cause I’m still a bit tipsy? Or maybe—we just—we danced around it. Since we met. All the flirting and the kissing at Steve’s house parties.” Lower, you whispered. “I felt like a teenager.”

Goosebumps rose at the back of Bucky’s neck, and it felt like a confession of his own.

Despite being well over his thirties, he knew exactly what you meant.

You went on. “It was kinda exhilarating, I’m not gonna lie. I told my best friend about you and I kept thinking to myself ‘I never got this giddy when I was younger, what the hell is wrong with me’. And… I had convinced myself it was unilateral. You know? Just you indulging me in all my want.”

“That’s not true.” He couldn’t help but interrupt.  “You know that’s not true.”

“I do now.”

He fidgeted with his car keys, deliberating if pushing was the right choice or not. “Where are you going with this?” came out after a heartbeat of silence.

“I don’t know. I just—I spent all night today trying to avoid the fact that all I wanted was to drag you back here.” 

All he could do was whisper your name.

You weren’t finished. “And because of what? Because of me? Because I can’t deal with something that I already knew?” 

Bucky barely has time to think of an answer before—

“What if I want it again?”

Just another whisper. It had his feet moving before he could put words in back in his mouth, then out of it. “You know my answer to that.”

The widened eyes surprised him, just as much as his answer apparently surprised you. “Really?”

“Really. But it’s not fair. Because you say this now, but I’m not sure you’ll feel the same tomorrow. You’re tipsy—”

“—you know that’s not true.”

“Still. You drank.”

A single pause from you, but Bucky knew this was a lost battle.

 “Are you trying to find excuses? It’s okay if you don’t want to,” you said.

“I’m not. I’m trying to be rational. I don’t want you hating me tomorrow morning” it was very true. “I like our truce.”

“I do, too. But I also really like the way you’re the only man who’s ever been able to handle me. To do everything I wanted. I also really like the way I barely had to ask for things, and the way you gave them to me when I did. The way you stretched me out, and took no pity, and made me see how far even I can go. How much—”

Some things took a lot of effort, and others took none at all.

Pushing your body against the nearest surface was easy.

Muscle memory, even if he did it only a few times.

More than anything, Bucky liked the way you took work.

More than just with this—meeting you had taken work, getting to know more of you required gaining your trust. Unlike most people, you preferred to keep your life and energy private until someone proved they deserved to know more.

In bed, Bucky liked how none of it was performative.

Maybe he should count himself lucky—you fit him like a puzzle piece, if he was being honest, in ways very few people in his life did.

Steve, Natasha, you.

Winning him over was difficult, too.

All night long, Bucky let it all go.

He knew it was unfair the way he stared at you all along—Bucky saw in your eyes the way you dived in his eyes just like he dived into your body.

When he cupped your cheeks and your nails clinged to the back of his neck, Bucky knew how this would go.

Your kisses tasted like I’m gonna hate you tomorrow, and when you moan in his ear, his name coming out gravely and hoarse, Bucky heard the silent plea underneath. It’s hard not to spill empty words—Bucky bit his tongue so hard, so many times, that he wondered how he never tasted blood.

He preferred your taste, anyway.

It overpowered everything else, as always.

When all the clothes were on the floor and he pinned you against the nearest surface — your counter, just like the last time — Bucky wanted to slap himself instead of your ass.

“Stop starin’ at it.”

He slapped it. “You like it when I stare.”

“I like it better when you use your hands. C’mon, Bucky—”

“Fuckin’ impatient, as always.” He adored it. Your lust and his mixed in the air, clouding his thought. “I’ll give anything you want. You want my hands, baby?”

“Yes, goddamn it—”

“Then kneel for me.”

The sight of you on your knees between his legs would be his undoing for how long? He couldn’t tell, or bring himself to care.  He held onto your hair, gripped your neck thigh just the way you liked it, and let himself feel your lips wrapping around him like velvet; it’s a deja vu, as well as foreboding—Bucky loved to have you on your knees because you loved it, and after he came so hard all his senses mingled into one, it was a pleasure to pick you up and drag you to your room whilst feeling what undoing him did to you.

“Look at this, baby. Look at how fuckin’ wet you are for me—”

“Couldn’t cum the way I wanted to—please Buck, please—”

“Shhh, I’ll do it. ‘m gonna fuck you all night, baby.”

The neighbours must have heard it that day.

It was more than the first time—it was pent up frustration, desire, heartache, longing; Bucky did what he promised, and you gave back just as good as you received.

There was a pause for food and drinks somewhere around five in the morning. Not many words were spoken during that time—the glass windows let in the faint light of the sky changing colors outside, and in your kitchen, Bucky just wrapped you in his arms and fed you the food you cooked for both. The whispered conversation was meaningless, but as warm as your bodies tangled together.

“You think we’ll have many more Stark parties to attend now?”

“Buck—that man will use any excuse to throw a party. Yes. We will.”

“Don’t laugh at me, he’s gonna be married now!”

“Married doesn’t mean dead.”

“Eh. For lots of folks it does.”

“Since when is Tony ‘folk’?”

“...you make a solid point.”

“Always do.”

When the first rays of sunshine came through, Bucky woke you up with his head between your legs.

Your thighs were reason for worship, he always said. And worship he did; Bucky saw the bruises already forming from the previous hours and admired his words with his hands as well as his mouth. He licked his way up, and when you finally squirmed awake, he was already pulling your sleeping shorts down so he could taste you before anything else that day.

The sound of his name on your lips first thing in the morning would follow him for the rest of the day.

It was also the only sound he’d hear for a few days to come.

+++++++ ++++++++

Even Wanda admitted him to be right when he said it wasn't really his fault. At least, not only his.

At least, not only his.

There was a lot involved in this.

Desire alone couldn’t sustain a relationship. He knew that better than anyone. 

His desire for you alone could power a whole city—Bucky looked at you and the entirety of New York could have electricity to run for a fortnight; that’s how he felt.

The thing is—he also felt that way about other people. Few people, but still.

All it took was one Natasha and a few memories of Steve to stain what you two built over a year.

“You two worked better as friends,” Steve offered during brunch at Bucky’s apartment. Steve enjoyed offering his opinions, requested or not, and Bucky appreciated him for it.

“So do we.” The unspoken and yet, we were an item for over a decade hangs in the air. “Wish things were that easy, huh?”

“Nothing’s easy in life.”

Bucky laughed out loud at that. “Well, why don’t you preach.”

Steve smiled back, looking at him that way. “You know it’s true.” He scraped the rest of his food, and handed Bucky his plate. “I mean—take me and Sam, for example.”

“What about you and Sammy?”

“We—ugh, he hates it when you call him that.”

“I’m well aware.”

“You’re a douche,” Steve nudged Bucky with his hip, laughter stifled in respect for his man. “We shouldn’t have worked, right? I mean, we’re pretty similar except for all the ways that we’re not. He couldn’t handle the fact that I had non-monogamous relationships when we met ‘cause he didn’t understand it. Plus, he saw me the way most people do; as this goody-two-shoes that has unbreakable morals—”

“You do, though.”

“—and that’s, like, a republican or something.”

“Disgusting.”

“I know!” Steve sighed loudly, and prompted himself up on the counter. Bucky continued cleaning the dishes and did not think about how you loved doing that as well. “But then, we started getting to know each other better, bit by bit… and it worked out.”

“I’m confused.”

Steve turned to look at him. “Why?”

“Are you trying to say me and her are gonna work our shit our, or that we’re not?”

Steve hummed. “You know—I don’t even know?” He grimaced. “Sorry. I’m tryna say that whatever will be, will be.”

“Motivating.”

“I’m serious! If she wants to come here later tonight to talk, something’s gonna happen and soon you’ll know what.” Steve’s smile changed, and Bucky recognized it as his you smile. “She’s gonna be on her best behaviour.”

“What do you know that I don’t?” Bucky narrowed his eyes.

“Nothing much. Just that she’s been revaluating. She feels bad about ghosting you these days.”

“Really? ‘Cause from the way she ignored me every time she crossed my path I’d have thought she hated the guts outta me.”

“You know that—” Steve got interrupted by the sound of the phone ringing.

As always, Bucky knew who it was just by the sight of his eyes gleaming at the screen. While Bucky finished wiping the counter, Steve talked in his Sam tone about going back home in a few. He threw in a “Sam says hi,” to which Bucky replied with “Hi Sam, please answer my damn email!”; the laughter on the other side of the line could be heard even from a few steps away.

When Steve leaves, Bucky retreats to his safe haven.

His apartment is nothing much—small enough that he can clean on his own, but big enough to fit a study, a nice living room and a kitchen that’s not mingled with everything else. It’s been six years since he moved and only now Bucky realized he truly felt at home here. The staircase on the balcony outside where he sat for a smoke, sometimes with a book in hand or a cup of coffee, it felt like his place.

All of his home had tiny little memories of all the people that made up his heart painting the furniture and the walls.

He goes to his study for his two hours of research, writing and editing on his phD paper, but his mind is stuck elsewhere.

The phone call he got this morning which made him call for Steve keeps coming back, much like the dreams which are nothing but memories; Bucky saw you around campus these days without a word to spare for him, but inside his four walls, everything came back to him.

One single call and everything transformed into a hurricane.

The screen stared back at him, the numbers glaring holes into his skin.

21:32.

He ignored the way his stomach tightened even more.

She’s coming isn’t the thought that makes him anxious. It’s been months since she stepped foot here makes his palms clammy.

What had she said? ‘Right after work’, those were her words.

Bucky rubs both hands over his face, turns off everything in his office and heads for a shower.

Steve was right, he guessed. Whatever will be, will be.

“Hey, Buck.”

“Hey.”

“...Thanks for replying to my text.”

“You don’t gotta thank me.”

“I—yeah, I kinda do.”

“Hmmm. Why?”

“You know why. ‘Cause I need to apologize—fuck, I’m horrible at this.”

“You’re doing better than I did most of my life tryna apologize for stuff.”

“...of course you’d make me laugh.”

“I like your laugh.”

“I’m sorry, Buck.”

“...for what happened? Or…”

“For these days.”

A win. Bucky had counted that as a win. “Okay. Apology accepted.”

“Thanks… Can I come over later tonight?”

That had Bucky pausing. He almost knocked the pan out of the stove, because an apology came a long way, but an invitation, one for his house out of all places, was unexpected. “To my house?” he confirmed.

“Yeah. Right after work—I have a couple of seminars in the afternoon, then I have my client at the gym, can I go there after that?”

“I mean. Sure.”

“...’Sure’? Was that, like, ‘if you want, whatever’, or was that, like ‘’course you can even if I don’t know why the hell you’d want to’?”

It had been his turn to laugh. “The second option.”

“Okay. Then I’ll be there later tonight. Around ten? Ten thirty?”

“I’ll be here. It’s Saturday.”

“‘Kay. Cool. Is it ok if I bring a bottle of wine? Just one! Just—You know I’m nervous. It’s just so I don’t go to my cocoon or whatever.”

“Sweetheart. It’s ok. You can bring whatever you want.”

‘Bring whatever you want’ — why the fuck had he said that?

He’s unsure. He’s anxious, and excited, and his mind stays like this all night long until he hears the buzzing of you outside waiting to be let in.

Whatever will be, will be, Steve had said, but it’s sad when all that someone wants is one outcome.

He opens the door to find you outside in your work-out clothes. “Hey,” Bucky steps to the side to let you in, and watches as you take off your shoes and puts your gym bag on the floor.

“Hey,” your smile is weak, and tentative. “Is it a lot to ask if I can shower before we—sit, and whatever?”

Bucky shakes his head, and tries his hardest to push the images of you inside his bathroom naked out of his mind. “Not at all. You know where everything is,” he also holds back any stupid jokes or flirtatious comments that fall so naturally to the tip of his tongue.

While you shower, Bucky sets the station on the balcony outside. He brings two chairs to face the tiny table, brings the glasses, the pie Steve baked earlier. He sets everything on the table and rolls a purple haze for himself because if there’s one thing he needs right now, is to fucking chill.

That’s how you find him—with the corkscrew to open the wine in hand, and a blunt hanging between his lips.

Bucky mentally curses at the fucking scent you bring from the inside.

Peach. Wild berries.

“Do you take your stuff with you everywhere?” he asks before he can stop himself.

You frown. “What stuff?”

Bucky loves how big your thighs look in those shorts. He looks away to say, “Your creams and lotions and—skincare shit. All that.”

You laugh, sitting in one of the chairs, and you hold the bottle for him to open. “Not everywhere. Just when I go to the gym.”

“Hmmm.”

“Why?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “Dunno. You always smell the same.”

“I like the way my stuff smells.”

“I can tell,” he chuckles.

“It was a gift from one of my best friends—you remember Nyx?”

He has to dig in his memory a little bit, but he finds it. “The one you met on your trip?”

You nod. “Yeah. She’s brazilian—their stuff smells amazing.”

“I can tell.”

Three words only, and the air in his small balcony shifts from light to heavy. Sticky. Honey sweet.

Instead of asking why you’re here and rushing it all, he lets you pour the wine into the glasses. He goes for small talk for now. “How’s your week been?”

“Fucking cold. I hate this time of the year,” the way you pout when you’re angry makes him pissed off. Bucky never wanted to do something so stupid and cheesy as kissing someone’s frown away. “The snow melting’s so fucking incovenient.”

“That it is.”

“And your papers? Still ripping your hair out?”

Bucky runs a hand through his hair; “Still have some left,” he takes out the lighter from his pocket and sets the thing between his lips on fire.

As the smoke fills his lungs, Bucky breathes easier. It’s ironic—but then again, so is the fact that your presence both calms and electrifies every inch of him.

“I gotta tell you—I thought you’d be one of those unfortunate suckers who lose all of their glorious hair by the time they’re thirty five—”

“I’m literally thirty nine,” he laughs.

“See!? Exceeding expectations.”

Small talk also exceeds his expectations.

At least, it does with you.

Other people? Bucky would rather not exchange a single word with.

You?

Half a bottle of wine goes in the blink of an eye. Sober him had clammy, sweaty hands, and an agitated leg that bounced up and down like a child who’s high on sugar. Tipsy and high Bucky focus only on the now, on the curve of your nose and how beautiful your hair looks underneath the street lights.

Even you indulge in the transcendental offer that is something to clear the mind, or maybe make it foggy.

Not that he minds sharing—Bucky sips your wine, you take puffs of his blunt, and he appreciates the way your fingers hold it between your lips.

He really likes your lips.

Both of them — the wine and the weed — have their expected outcome; so much that when you drop the bomb he’s been waiting for, Bucky barely feels his heart leaping out of his throat. It’s more of a skip; a small jump, if you will.

It comes after a lull in silence where you two are finishing off the cigarette, and he’s a little lost in the way Alpine curls in his lap when you say, “I think I know why we never worked out. Like… properly.”

Bucky’s fingers still in Alpine’s fur, and the cat nibbles on his hand to get him back at his job of petting. “Do ya?”

“Yeah.” The tilt on your chin tells him it’s true. It’s your little tilt of ‘I’m an expert at this topic’, so he figures this is what you must’ve spent those days doing—ignoring him in favor of thinking meticulously about the two of you, from every angle possible. “I mean; it’s pretty obvious, in the end. At least it must be to everyone else. But I hate it the all the same.”

“It’s not obvious to me.”

“No?”

“No,” he wished it was, many, many times. “Enlighten me.”

With a nod, you lay the words on the table. “I want you all to myself.”

Only six words, and they manage to knots every inch of his insides. He feels them everywhere; inside and out, from the tip of his cold toes to every last strand of hair he still has.

When he answers, it’s only a single breath. Your name, which sounds like a plea.

“I wanted that since I first saw you. It's those eyes—god, I swear to god only the skies above know how much I fucking love your eyes. And the way you look at me, Buck... When you kissed me at that party for the first time, I couldn't stop staring at them, remember? They're beautiful. Looking at them... It’s like looking in a magic pond… there’s so much hidden. All I could think about was: I want him. I want those eyes on me, always. I want him all to myself. But I can’t have that, right?”

“Sweetheart, I’m not pie.” It comes out exasperated, and Bucky hates how tired he feels of it, but he’ll be damned if he loses you like he almost lost Steve once because of that same stupid idea.

“What?”

“I’m not pie, love. Just because you get me, and someone else does too, it doesn’t mean they’re taking a piece outta me that you’ll never get it back. You do have all of me. When I’m with you, it’s all me.” He gestures from his head to his toe. “Right now? All of me. Every inch right here is yours. My mind’s thinking about you. I wanna talk to you. I wanna feel you. Does that make sense?”

It’s funny to think that sometimes, you can see the effect words have.

When he looks at you, Bucky sees the realization dawning bit by bit—the puzzle pieces are almost visible as they fit in your mind.

“You want all of me?”

The question catches him so off guard that it almost hurts.

Had it really been so difficult to see? 

Bucky swallows the knot that your question formed in his throat and nods. “I do.” Always did. “Since I fuckin’ met you—d’you think I do this all the time? This aggravating, stupid—fucking mating dance?” God, how he loves the sound of your laugh. “I hate the excpectations, and the unspoken rules and whatnot; you realize that you made me go to not one, not two, but three events last year? Three. I barely leave my house, sweetheart.”

Gnawing on your bottom lip means you’re nervous, but not about thoughts—about what you want to do next. “I’m a really jealous person,” the whisper says I’m confessing, and I’m sorry about that. “I don’t know how I’m gonna act in the future, Buck.”

“You’re a grown woman, I’m a grown man. We could work it out, couldn’t we?”

“We could. But I…” you trail off, the words lost in the night, and he waits. “I don’t wanna lose you completely.”

“I can assure you that the only way I’ll be completely out of your life is if you actively kick me out. Use the words I don’t want you around anymore or something like that. Otherwise? I’ll just wait. I’ll keep coming back.”

“Bucky,” it comes out breathless, and Bucky wants to throw the table that separates you two out of the balcony and onto the street down below. “These days were miserable.”

When your lip trembles, Bucky thinks fuck it, and gets up. Alpine protests, he apologizes, but without any heat to it.

Kneeling down in front of you, Bucky searches your face for any shadow of doubt. Any lingering trace of pain, or uncertainty, and when he finds none of those, his hands come up to cup your cheeks the way he loves to do.

“I hate when you’re miserable.” Bucky hates how hard it is to hold back, too—the cheesy, honey sweet stuff that comes to his mind whenever you’re around are too much, but the dem is broken now and when you lean on his touch, Bucky knows you’re both doomed. “I want you happy, sweetheart.”

“I’m happy when I’m with you.” Another whisper. Another confession.

He smiles at that, and watches as you smile back. “Let me make you happy, then?”

For both of your lucks, Bucky has enough strength to hold you when you throw your body on him. He’s not a physical person like you — carrying books all the time holds no weight to what you do in the gym — but he has just enough to pick you up and carry you to where you should be.

He has enough in him to worship your body like he dreamt all week, and this time, with no worries about whether you’ll be there in the morning or not.

Bucky drenches you in him—sweat, kisses, sticky bodies clinging together until they’re nothing but one.

He sees the happiness in you, and feels it reflected in him.

He’ll make it last, for as long as you let him. As long as you wish him to.

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Dating advice

PAIRING | Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2.6K

SUMMARY | Bucky has had a crush on you since you joined the Avengers, but he isn't sure about how to ask you out since he hasn't been with anyone since the 40s. When he comes to you for dating advice, you help him out, only for this advice to be used on you.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Swearing, RIP bathroom door, implied semi-public sex.

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''Why don't you just ask her out?'' Nat asks, but he doesn't want to admit he hasn't asked anyone out in over 70 years. ''Why, she's just going to say no, so it would be a waste of my time!'' Bucky said to her, making her eyes roll to the back of her head. ''You're really stupid if you don't see that she likes you too, man. She's head over heels in love with you!'' she sneers at him, but he doesn't want to believe it's true. Well he does, but he can't. He knows he can talk to you about anything and everything, but this was a step too far in his mind. He lets out a little groan before taking his water bottle out of the fridge and heading towards the gym.

''Hi doll!'' he says when he notices you on the treadmill in the gym, leaning casually against it to talk to you for a bit. ''How's your run going?'' he asks, and you turn off your music when you see him. ''Hey Buck, I'm sorry but I didn't hear what you said, my music was still on!'' you say and you lower the speed on the treadmill, your face is already red from your warming up, so you're really glad he can't tell it's because of his sudden presence. ''Oh, it's okay. I asked how your run is going so far,'' he said with a smirk. ''Well, my run is pretty much done, it was good though. Just walking the last few minutes to give me a bit of a cooling down. Are you up for some sparring when I'm done?'' you ask him, and he nods.

The two of you are usually sparring partners in the gym because you always make it fun for one another. You can talk about all sorts of stuff while getting a workout in, so you usually take this time to catch up whenever you don't have much time outside of the gym. ''Alright, you ready to get your ass kicked today, Barnes?'' you tease him a little, and it works every single time. He huffs and says ''You wish,'' which makes you laugh every single time. The butterflies in your stomach go wild when you hear it, and it makes you lose focus for just a second, and he has you tackled and pinned underneath him in no time. Your faces are only a few inches apart from each other, and your mind has to be deceiving you when it looks like he's getting closer.

You quickly push him off of you and scramble away, babbling something about a meeting or a mission, Bucky isn't sure. All you needed to do was get the hell out of there and get in a cold shower to calm yourself down. You were so damn sure he didn't feel the same way, and you didn't want to risk your friendship with him, not after all these years. ''Fuck fuck FUCK!'' you screamed when you were in your shower, stomping the wall with your fists repeatedly. You were being louder than you thought because Steve and Bucky both broke down your door when they heard you and were worried you were being attacked. They tore the bathroom door off its hinges only to find you, naked, under the shower.

'GUYS, WHAT THE FUCK?!'' you shriek out and you try to cover yourself up, and they are both confused why there wasn't a threat. ''GET OUT OF MY FUCKING SHOWER!'' you yelled at them, and they finally saw you, turning bright red and quickly turning away. They mumble some apologies before running out of your room. ''Assholes...'' you mumble while you look at the damage they did to your bathroom door, wondering how you were going to explain this to Tony. You quickly finish your shower and dry off, before slipping into some clothes to go on a warpath to the 2 idiots who ruined your perfectly good door. You grab a pair of sports leggings, one of Bucky's henley's (he left some for you after he realized you love wearing them), and a pair of Vans. You wear your glasses because you can't be bothered with your contacts and storm out the door.

''BARNES, ROGERS, WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GO?!'' you yell throughout the Compound and run into Nat. ''What did they do this time?'' she asks with a knowing smirk. ''They ripped my bathroom door off its hinges because they thought I was getting attacked, while I was in the fucking shower...'' you said with a scowl on your face. Natasha couldn't help but laugh so hard she doubled over, and she didn't stop laughing for a while, so you just walked away and continued your search for the 2 super soldiers who were getting ripped into very soon. You turned a corner and they really thought they were fast enough, but you still saw Steve's leg disappear into a conference room.

You walked over there with feather-light steps - hanging out with Bucky and his assassin-like qualities has their pros - and you listen at the door, hearing them talk. ''Man, I still can't believe we did that, and she was naked, too...'' Bucky said, with a deep crimson color on his face. Steve knew damn well how he feels about you, so this reaction didn't surprise him, but he didn't feel good about what happened. ''We need to make it up to her, although I'm not sure I can look at her in the eyes ever again. Not after all this embarrassment...'' Steve said and it made you chuckle a little bit. While you were listening, you softly took the door of the conference room off its hinges. ''So, how does it feel to have your privacy invaded like that?'' you said casually as you put the door against the wall next to the opening you just created.

The pair was completely flabbergasted at what you just did, but mostly impressed about the fact that they didn't hear you when you were swiftly working. ''I... We're sorry, Y/N...'' Steve started, but you weren't interested in listening to either of them. ''No. Right now it's my turn to talk because I'm mad at what you did. I can live with the fact that you busted through my doors, but what I can't let go, is the fact that you didn't leave when I asked you to, but you were openly staring at me. I'm sorry, but that just doesn't sit right with me, and the pair of you made me feel uncomfortable. I am going to tell you right now that I'm not going to file a complaint against you guys, but I would like to have some space from you guys. I'm sorry,'' you say and you're no longer mad, right now it's mainly disappointment that is laced throughout your voice.

~ 2 months later ~

You haven't seen or spoken to Bucky and Steve much in the last two months, and in all honesty, you're missing both of them. You never meant for it to get this far, but they did cross a line you're not comfortable with being crossed. Invading your privacy isn't something you're all that fond of, but you have treated them like this for long enough. ''JARVIS, can you ask Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes to come by my bedroom? Do not let them in without my permission,'' you said to the AI. ''Of course, Agent Y/L/N, and it took less than 10 minutes before you heard a knock on the door. ''Y/N? Can we come in?'' you heard Bucky ask, and it kind of hurts that he didn't use your usual nickname, you missed the way it rolled off his tongue, and how warm and fuzzy it made you feel on the inside. ''Yes, come in,'' you said and the door unlocked before they slowly stepped in.

''You guys can come in now, you have my permission,'' you say with a bit of an annoyed undertone. The moment Bucky saw you he got a flush on his cheeks again, you were wearing your favorite outfit that he thought fit you so well, together with your glasses and a messy bun. It made you look like... well, you. ''Is everything okay, Buck? You look like you've seen a ghost,'' you ask and he suddenly snaps out of his daydream. ''Uh, yeah. Sorry,'' he says sheepishly and sits down on the couch in your room, Steve joining him shortly after. ''Well, there's a reason why I asked you here. I wanted to apologize for everything over the last 2 months, mainly my distance from both of you. Even though it was necessary for me, I still wanted to say I'm sorry,'' you told them, before getting up to give them both a hug. ''You're both forgiven - by me at least, Tony still doesn't like either of you for killing his door -, and I'd like to have my friends back now,'' you say with a grin on your face.

They both get up, and you each hug them, but they're so tall you barely reach their shoulders. ''Doll? Can I ask you something now that we're friends again?'' Bucky asked, and you smacked him in the chest. ''We were always friends, now we're best friends again tho,'' you tell him. ''And of course, you can!'' you say as you sit down next to him on the couch, Steve left your bedroom already. You sit down in a crosslegged position, facing Bucky, so he knows he has your undivided attention. ''I, uh... I have been wanting to ask you for advice... Dating advice to be precise...'' he asked when rubbing a hand along his neck, not sure how to tell you this. ''Oh, what's up?'' you ask, and you immediately think he's wanting to ask someone else out, why else would he ask you for dating advice?

''Well, I- I kind of haven't asked anyone out, since... you know, the 40's...'' he asked, his cheeks and neck turning a deep red color at this confession. ''So, I was hoping you have tips on how to ask someone out in the 21st century?'' he finished and he quickly looked away, the embarrassment becoming too much for him now. ''Well, I can only tell you what I know to be true for myself, so I'm not sure that the advice I give you will work on other girls,'' you say and you shrug your shoulders, turning yourself so you're with your back against the back of the couch. ''I like to be swept off my feet, but not by huge romantic gestures or anything. Sure, I like those too, but I find the small moments, small gifts, simple dates, and good conversation the most important when I'm dating someone,'' you tell him, your cheeks starting to burn now. ''I hope that makes sense...''

He makes a mental note of everything you tell him because he has been planning to finally ask you out for the last 2 months, but he didn't know how to do it. It sucked that he had to give you the feeling he was asking someone else out, but he hoped it would still work. ''Do women still like getting flowers, nowadays? Before a date?'' he asked, wondering if you like them or not. ''Yeah, of course! You can never go wrong with a bouquet in my opinion!'' you tell him with a smile, but a little sadness and disappointment is showing in your eyes. ''Okay, thank you so much doll,'' Bucky said before leaving, he was going to ask Steve to help him with everything you just told him, he wanted it to be perfect.

~ 3 weeks later ~

It has been three weeks since Bucky asked you for dating advice, and you're kind of wondering if it worked, even though you didn't want to get your heart broken if it did, and you'd find out he's seeing some girl now. Just when you were getting ready to shower, when your phone went off from the text you received.

Bucky: Hi doll, can you meet me on the roof tonight? I have to tell you something important. Around 9?

Y/N: Hey! Yeah, of course. Want me to bring snacks and beer?

Bucky: Sounds good. See you then!

Your mind was going a thousand miles a minute, wondering about everything he could want to tell you. The thing you're most afraid of is that he will tell you he's seeing someone else, and you're too late with confessing your feelings, which you were planning on doing soon actually. For now, you just wanted to shower and empty your brain from all thoughts, so you took an extra long one this time. You reflected on the last mission you went on and already thought about the next one coming up, and before you knew it nearly 45 minutes had passed. You got out of the shower and dried off, not bothering to put on any clothes besides your favorite set of light blue lingerie, it made you feel confident and you could use all the confidence you can get at this point.

When it was always time to go, you threw on a casual outfit together with your glasses, especially since Bucky accidentally let it slip a while back that he likes to see you with your glasses on. In all honesty, it did save you the hassle of putting your contacts in, and that is always a plus. Your hair was loose around your shoulders, finishing the look. When it is 8:50 you grabbed some of your favorite snacks and a six-pack of beer out of the fridge before walking to the elevator up to the roof. When you stepped out of the elevator you saw Bucky looking over the skyline, and the roof was decorated with fairy lights, a picnic blanket, and some soft pillows on the floor, and you saw some champagne glasses and a bottle of champagne in a cooler.

''Bucky...'' you say softly with a gasp when you see it, almost dropping the snacks when your hand goes to your mouth out of surprise. ''Hi doll,'' he said as he turned around, also wearing a casual outfit that fit him so well in all the right places, his hair in a half bun this time. He walked over to you, grabbing the beer and snacks and putting them down, before grabbing your hand and gently guiding you to the blanket and sitting you down. When you went to sit down you realized he had also gotten you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, finishing it all off for you. This is when the lightbulb in your head went off, he asked you for dating advice, so he could use it on you to create the perfect date. ''I-,'' is all he got out before you softly grabbed his face and placed a kiss on his lips, molding your lips to his with ease.

''I love you, Bucky, I have for as long as I can remember, and I'm so grateful you did all this for me...'' you say when you let him go, his eyes still closed and his cheeks feel warm under your hands because he got a flush down his neck and chest. ''I love you too, doll,'' he said before he kissed you too. ''Have been wanting to say that forever, and the 2 months I barely talked to you were killing me...'' he told you. You shifted and he grabbed you around your waist, softly guiding you to straddle his lap when he wraps his vibranium arm around your waist, his flesh hand cupping your cheek. ''Will you be my girlfriend?'' he asks and you nod enthusiastically. ''Yes Bucky, of course!'' you say, and he seals it with a kiss. The rest of the evening the two of you spent having a long make-out session, before making love under the stars until the sun rises again.

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hello me again!! I absolutely loved seeing more of the possessive!stucky verse and if you could share the parts you have from them in modern day I would die of happiness 🫶🏽

Oh, I'm sorry, babe. I definitely saw your reblog/reply to that post and totally forgot to post the rest of what I have.

Here you go, the last of what I had written for the blood in my veins 'verse

It was going to be called learning to breathe again, which I thought was apt

----

If asked, Steve Rogers would say that the world ends on a dreary, snowy day in 1945 while he clings to the side of a train in the French Alps. It doesn’t begin again until 2014 when he stands under a bridge in Washington, D.C., surrounded by chaos and facing off with the world’s deadliest assassin.

It doesn’t matter that the world says, “who the hell is Bucky?”

It doesn’t matter that the world tries to kill him, just days later, on a helicarrier falling from the sky. It doesn’t matter that it’s his turn to fall or that he almost drowns.

The only thing that matters is his last sight before he goes into the water: familiar, beloved bright eyes staring at him in recognition.

Steve’s happy to die in that moment. It’s a good way to go if those eyes are the last thing he knows in this life.

*

The world - no, the entire fucking universe - pulls him out of the Potomac. Steve doesn’t remember it and there’s no proof of it but it’s irrelevant.

His name is Steve Rogers and if he’s in danger, Bucky Barnes is there.

That’s just the way things work.

*

“You don’t have to come,” Steve says, standing in a graveyard.

And he really doesn’t. Steve can do this on his own. He’s happy to do it on his own, if that’s what it takes. But Sam is one of the few people in this new world that he actually likes and he isn’t actually opposed to company.

“I know.” Sam smiles. “When do we start?”

*

They follow Bucky around the globe for months.

Most nights are spent in different beds, most weeks are spent in at least two different countries. Sometimes there’s a backtrack and sometimes they go to places Steve has never even heard of.

In all the time they spend chasing him, neither of them catch sight of a single hair on Bucky Barnes’ head.

With every dead end and every dropped lead, Sam frowns and glances at him nervously. No matter what this new century thinks of him, Steve isn’t clueless; he knows that Sam is looking for the cracks.

Sam, the good friend that he is, is waiting for Steve to fall apart. To breakdown with grief or frustration or whatever emotion is a normal response to a situation like this one. He’s waiting for anger and tears and despair and he doesn’t quite understand that none of that is coming. None of that will ever come.

Because Sam is a good friend but he’s only ever known Steve Rogers broken. He’s looking for cracks, has been since Steve woke up in the hospital after Project Insight fell and Bucky disappeared, because he doesn’t understand.

The cracks were already there and they’re finally starting to heal.

*

In the sixth month, Steve wakes up to a draft in his room. The window is open and the curtains billow in the breeze, bringing with it the scent of the sea. There’s no one in his room with him and everything appears untouched save for a scrap of paper taped to his shield.

It looks like it came from the bottom of a receipt and on the back of it are three words.

Go home, it says at the top in thick block letters. The word please is written underneath, smaller, like an afterthought.

The handwriting is both familiar and foreign and Steve smiles quietly to himself, caressing the note gently.

*

“So we’re just giving up?”

Surprisingly, Sam isn’t upset. He is, instead, bewildered and very, very curious. They’re sitting at a cafe in the airport, passing time until their flight boards. Steve bought the tickets before Sam ever opened his eyes that morning and despite what his friend might think, he feels happy with this decision.

It’s hard to explain why he’s smiling, so he hides it behind his coffee cup.

“It’s not giving up,” he says truthfully. “Bucky asked us to go.”

Sam tilts his head, considering Steve with appraising eyes. 

“It’s just not what I expected from you,” he says after a moment. “You’ve been acting very til the ends of the earth, if you know what I mean. Didn’t think you’d let him call the shots.”

Steve snorts. 

Bucky’s been calling the shots for as long as Steve’s needed him to.

*

They land in Washington, D.C. at night. The airport is still buzzing with activity but it’s quieter, different than it was the morning they left. Nobody glances at them twice as they loiter around baggage claim for their luggage and Steve is grateful; he’s too tired to put on his Captain America smile.

Just as the conveyor belt starts filling with new luggage, his phone buzzes in his pocket. Fishing it out, he sees a text from an unknown number.

Thank you.

Warmth starts in his chest and spreads outwards, relaxing him just a little. He still feels tension throbbing inside of him, a cord that’s been stretching since 1945, but in that moment, it isn’t so unbearable.

Steve doesn’t bother replying - Bucky probably tossed the burner phone as soon as he pressed send - but he doesn’t delete the text message, either. Instead, he saves it to his phone, where he can look at it any time he needs.

“What is it?” Sam asks, making Steve look away from the words. He realizes he’s been staring at his phone for several minutes now; Sam’s already gotten their bags.

“Nothing,” Steve says with a smile. He pockets his phone again. “Just happy to be home.”

*

Life settles into a routine again. He and Sam run in the mornings, have breakfast in a cafe somewhere between Sam’s apartment and his. When the Avengers need him, which isn’t often, he helps out and when the remnants of SHIELD need him, which is more often, he helps them, too.

Natasha would be proud of how well he’s taking to the ways of her trade. He and Sam are soldiers first, good in a fight, but they learn the art of blending in; moving through a crowd without anyone ever remembering they were there. It’s new, this tactic. A freshly-bought pair of shoes that he hasn’t broken in yet but once he does, he has no doubt of the comfort they’ll provide.

It definitely makes their jobs easier, at any rate. 

There’s not a lot of big battles for Captain America anymore but there are more covert operations. Steve spends most of his time after coming back helping ex-SHIELD agents move through the city without being caught. There’s one last base in DC but its stretched too thin as is with half its agents gone and the other half focused on rebuilding. Besides, not everyone wants to stay with the organization that housed HYDRA for so many years.

So Steve does what he can. He sets up new safehouses, stashes money and weaponry all around the city, sets up a network of help for anyone who needs it.

It isn’t just their own government hunting down SHIELD and no matter what he thought when it still stood, he won’t leave these people to fend for themselves. Not when it’s partially his fault that they’re on the run at all.

He tells a SHIELD agent this when she asks and her eyes widen.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she says and then blushes, like she just remembered who she was talking to. “You’re the reason we’re alive at all, Captain. A lot more people would be dead if it weren’t for you.”

It’s the Captain rather than the reassurance that Steve focuses on. His smile, when it comes, feels brittle. He doesn’t bother responding and instead, hands her a slip of paper.

“Only stay there for a night,” he says. “Burn the paper when you’ve memorized the address. Make sure to dye your hair and put on different clothes.”

She nods and then takes him by surprise, hugging him fiercely for just a moment before pulling back. Her face is an even darker shade of red but she ignores her own embarrassment, straightening her spine and squaring her shoulders. When she meets his gaze again, she is every bit the SHIELD agent instead of the scared civilian that had been in her place moments before.

“Thank you,” she says. “For everything.”

Steve shakes his head. “No need for thanks,” he tells her. It feels mechanical, wrong, when he puts a hand on her shoulder. He’s still not used to touching people or having them touch him. “You’ll be fine, Agent. Just keep moving.”

She smiles at him and then disappears into the crowd.

*

A month after they abandon the search for Bucky, the gifts start arriving. Trinkets from France, Germany, Italy, Russia. There’s at least one every month and always from a place they know has been hit by the Winter Soldier.

“This is weird, you know that, right?” Sam says one morning. He turns the tiny Eiffel Tower over in his hands as Steve flips through a brochure for the Louvre. “He’s not even trying to hide the fact that those hits are him.”

Steve shrugs. “Why should he? He’s hunting down HYDRA, same as the rest of us.”

He plucks the Tower from Sam’s hands, placing it and the brochure on a shelf with previous ones. Bucky’s gifts hold a place of honor in Steve’s home, proudly displayed in the living room where Steve can see them any time he wants to. Sam doesn’t know it but the scrap of receipt holding Bucky’s first note is tucked under the music box from Russia. When he’s alone, Steve pulls it out sometimes just to look at it; just to see that handwriting again.

“Steve,” Sam says. “He’s a mentally fragile assassin that just spent the last seventy years being tortured, brainwashed, and forced to kill for a scary secret cult. He needs time to heal, not more death.”

Sighing, Steve turns to face his friend. “Did you ever think that maybe it’s helping him heal?” He asks.

“Yes, I have, actually.” Sam shakes his head. “But that’s not a healthy coping mechanism.”

Steve shrugs. “Lotta things in this world aren’t healthy, Sam,” he says. “Doesn’t mean people stop doing them.”

*

Bucky’s fifth gift and the first for that month - three months after Steve came home - is an expensive set of drawing pencils and three sketchbooks. It’s also the first gift to include a note.

I remembered this, it says. No signature.

Trembling fingers run lightly first over the note and then the gifts themselves. Steve lets a harsh breath, his eyes burning and his chest aching. He’s glad that he’s alone for this gift, that no one is there to see him shaking apart like this.

He opens the pencils slowly, reverently, and when he holds one in his hand, he feels a little more tension leak out of him. The rest of the day is spent ignoring the world in favor of drawing. His first few pictures are shaky, both from his own emotion and his unpracticed hand, but the more time he spends buried in his sketchbook - his sketchbook - the smoother things become.

His hand is cramping by the time the sun sets and his latest drawing has tear stains ruining his perfect lines and he feels, for the first time since 1945, like Steven Grant Rogers.

*

“I didn’t know you were an artist,” Sam says when he sees the art littering Steve’s living room.

Steve snorts. “Just another thing the history books left out,” he replies, bitter.

That pitying expression is back on Sam’s face and Steve decides to ignore it in favor of getting the lines of Bucky’s face just right.

*

The gifts continue to come and Steve’s shelf becomes an entire bookcase of trinkets. The Avengers are called on to save the world from an artificial intelligence named Ultron. They barely make it out alive but somehow, they all do make it.

Natasha watches him closely after the battle. They’re all undressing in Stark’s version of a team locker room, unconcerned with things like nudity when they’re all too busy minding cuts and bruises.

“What is it?” Steve asks her when he’s tired of the stares.

“You’re different,” she says. Her mouth softens into her version of a smile. “You don’t try to make the sacrifice play anymore.”

She doesn’t ask, so he doesn’t tell her that he finally has something to live for again. He suspects she already knows, anyways.

*

It’s been almost a month since the last trinket when one of their safe houses is compromised. He and Sam arrive on the scene too late but miraculously, no one is dead. The two ex-agents that were staying there are sitting on the porch, wide-eyed and shaking. Sam kneels down in front of them with kind eyes and a soothing voice. Steve goes inside to check out the house.

Broken furniture litters multiple rooms, one of the beds is upended,  the toilet in the guest bathroom is split in two. One hell of a fight took place and it seemed to span the entire house. In the living room, there are bodies piled one on top of the other; unconscious not dead. The only thing surprising about this is that not all of them are part of the strike team that hit the house.

“He was here,” Sam says from behind him. He comes to stand shoulder to shoulder with Steve, staring down at the bodies. “The agents said he’s the only reason they’re still alive.”

Steve smirks at him. “Still think it’s an unhealthy coping mechanism?”

“Yes.” When Steve looks at him, Sam holds up his hands. “Hey, man, I’m the first to admit that I’m grateful. But this still isn’t healthy.”

Rolling his eyes, Steve gestures at the two plain-clothed people. “Did they say where these two came from?”

“Yeah, Barnes left ‘em.” He gives Steve an unimpressed look. “Said something about it being a present.”

Oh.

Steve smiles, looking away from Sam’s piercing gaze. His trinkets are getting bigger.

*

It takes a few hours to get the HYDRA operatives secured in the DC base and to elicit a promise for whatever information is gleaned from them. He doesn’t know if he trusts the agent who does the promising but Steve will come back if he needs to. At least two of the prisoners were specifically meant for him, anyways.

When he gets home, Steve finds a pile of crushed metal and wiring piled onto his coffee table. It takes him a moment to realize what they are but when he does, he smiles; they’re bugs from all around his apartment.

Next to them is a note that reads: out with the old.

The words are very specific. Bucky doesn’t do anything uncalculated and Steve is sure that’s truer now than it was during the war. He begins to search the apartment but doesn’t have to get very far before he’s proved right. On the bottom of the Eiffel Tower statue, there’s a listening device.

And where there’s one, there’s dozens.

Steve puts the statue back without removing the bug and relaxes a tiny, tiny bit more.

“In with the new,” he says quietly, warmed by the thought that Bucky will hear him.

#moodymelanist #greenberg replies #my fics #the blood in my veins

[myfirstnameisagent]

FALLING

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Angsty, Harm if you squint, I'm sorry y'all I'm going through it, cringey ending but we love angst in this garden

Summary: Bucky's struggle to cope finally catches up with him and costs him the thing he loves most; you.

Word Count: 646

Bucky Barnes had been known as many equally great and terrible things over the span of his overextended life time. He was the charming young man that all his mothers’ friends praised and adored,  and now a murderer. He’d been the starring captain of the neighborhood baseball team, now a cold blooded monster. The former best friend to the dazzling captain america, now his greatest burden. Okay, so maybe they weren’t equal. Regardless, he would of taken any one of those titles tattooed in bright red ink on his skin rather than the crumpled form seated on the floor and against the wall. His fingers almost scratching at the flesh covering his chest in an attempt to ease the throbbing within. Breaths were short, eyes squeezed shut. Arguably, he usually only was brought to such a weakened state by nightmares or those terrible moments that a memory from his HYDRA days. 

However, he would of taken any single one of those in comparison to the look on your face, the one permanently etched into his brain. Every emotion shimmering through large tears might as well have been large pieces of shattered glass straight into his chest, driven all the way through until it reached the aching organ behind a bone cage. 

The former soldier had taken many approaches to slowly piece his life back together (well, what he thought was a life, his therapist had very different ideas), and to his fatal flaw, he’d used your kind heart as his foundation. He’d always had a habit of doing it, whether it was before the war rooting his whole life and building his life around taking care of Steve, or now by only trusting you to be the one good thing he had in his life. But as the usual pattern unfolded, the cruelties of the fates had taken his parents, his sister, Steve, and what seemed to be anyone else who mattered. 

“I can’t do this anymore James.” Shaky breaths rattled your form and equally shaky hands formed clenched fists at your sides. “I am a grown woman, I don’t need you deciding where I go and who I spend my time with, like some fucking dictator!”

His head hit the wood behind him, the throbbing from how hard he’d done so almost a welcome relief from how his insides were turning inside out. Mismatched hands ran up his face and through his hair, abdomen clenching with the strength of his sobs, and he really wasn’t sure when he’d started crying. 

 You really had done your best, and he couldn’t fault you for that. You’d taken every single broken piece in your hand, carefully examining each one. However, you were tired of cutting your pretty fingers on such jagged edges. 

It wasn’t like he’d made it easy for you either, with how what his therapist had reasoned was HYDRA still continuing to make a mess of his life. His inability to let you be anywhere by yourself, distrusting almost anybody that even tried to come near you. He’d seen the terrors the world had to offer, hell he has been said terrors, and he’d be damned if he let any of them reach out and put out the only bright flame in a very dark and cold life. However, in doing so he’d managed to smother it out himself. Somewhere in it all, his love for you had in turn become shackles for you, not being able to turn around for a single moment without him standing right there.

Claws of shame dug themselves further into his chest, knowing he was pathetic mess for having such a reaction to a woman walk out of his life. But you weren’t ever just a woman, were you? No you’d found a way to become his hope, his lifeline, his home. Now he had none of the above, just a collection of broken fragments that no longer really belonged together. 

Bucky Barnes had been known for a lot of things in his life, but his favorite had been being yours.

#bucky imagine #bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #marvel #marvel x reader #avengers #bucky barnes #winter soldier x reader #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #marvel comics #earth 616

[rillils]

so um, so maybe i'm addicted to prompt generators. that might be a thing. hm. *screeches into the void*

rating: T wordcount: 1342 tags: fluff, crack, established relationship, bearded Steve because i've got a soft spot for him, general silliness, dorks in love, domestic bliss, aaand that's it i think

If life was fair, and not plotting to give Bucky an inappropriate boner in the middle of a crowded beach, then for once Steve might deign to look like an average guy enjoying a hot summer day with his man, rather than, you know, put to shame the rest of humankind with his luxuriant, marble-carved, sexy lumberjack league, mouth-watering presence.

But nope.

He walks out of the ocean with seafoam lapping longingly at his ankles, looking for all the world like Aphrodite and Magic Mike had hot writhing sex right there on the shore, without ever getting a single grain of sand in any uncomfortable places, and nine months later he happened, with his thick thighs and his tapered waist, and droplets of saltwater gliding down the slick planes of his torso like liquid diamonds. Which Bucky will abstain from licking off Steve’s skin, not because he’s feeling especially strong today, no – just so they don’t end up charged with public indecency. Again.

Steve’s face, though, as he splashes eagerly towards him, is the face of a kid who just spent the better part of an hour frolicking about in the water, flushed and animated, ecstatic, and bearing the promise of one hell of a nap sometime in the near future.

He seizes Bucky by the waist with his big wet paws, and presses a victorious kiss to Bucky’s mouth, nearly causing him to drop his ice cream bar – yes, the one Bucky bought just so he’d have an excuse to step back and enjoy the newly familiar sight of Steve Rogers having the time of his life, in the most joyful, delightfully mundane of ways.

He should get to be this carefree every day. Bucky feels very strongly about that.

“Come back in, honey, come on,” Steve cajoles, wearing the biggest, goofiest grin Bucky’s seen on him since the day he caught this very man hurtling down their driveway on a hoverboard at breakneck speed. It would have taken some pretty heavy divine intervention for him not to go crashing straight into the trashcans – and God must have thought it wasn’t worth the hassle, if the big oaf was just going to pick himself up and try again anyways.

“In a minute,” Bucky promises him. Because, while there might be a universe out there where he’s actually capable of denying this guy something he wants, it’s definitely not this one.

“Come on, the water’s great!” Steve presses on, his meaty hands squeezing gently at Bucky’s waist, deliciously cool against Bucky’s sun-warm skin. He’s like a big puppy begging for another treat, buzzing with energy, glowing with it from the apples of his flushed cheeks to the sparkling blue of his eyes. He is, for lack of a better word, fucking. precious.

Bucky slides his free hand up Steve’s chest, metal fingers stroking appreciatively over the dark whorls of his chest-hair. It’s ridiculous, how quickly he’s ready to give in.

“At least let me finish my ice cream, first,” he says, waving the thing under Steve’s nose. He could swear Steve’s ears perk up, like he’s only just noticed the stick in Bucky’s hand.

“Oh,” he says, and it’s a pleased kind of oh. “Can I have some?”

“’course. Here.”

Rather than passing the ice cream over to him, Bucky just lifts it to Steve’s lips, inviting him to take a bite.

Eyes crinkled with some secret pleasure, Steve leans in. The thin chocolate shell breaks with a crisp, satisfying crunch under his teeth, the creamy vanilla filling kissing his bottom lip and lingering there, helpless, until Steve collects it with a slow sweep of his tongue, never one to leave someone behind. The soft mmh he releases goes straight to Bucky’s gut, warming him from deep within.

He smiles, like he’s been trying to hold back and he just can’t help himself anymore. “Is it good?”

Steve gives him the Look – the one he gets in his eyes sometimes, when the toe-curling intensity of his gaze tells Bucky that he’s thinking about them – them in their bedroom, stumbling their way through the door with groping hands and tangled legs, laugh slipping into moan slipping back around into laugh, or on the kitchen counter, making the cabinets shake and the bag of sugar spill everywhere, or in the broom closet, caught by a mid-morning frenzy like they were last Saturday, quick and frantic and muffling each other’s moans, as if somebody might have walked in on them any second. And they’re in public, so Steve can’t do anything about it; but Bucky can tell he’s filing away all the words he wants to say and saving them for later, when he can lavish them straight onto Bucky’s sweat-slick skin.

“’S nice,” Steve rumbles, gaze dropping to Bucky’s lips for a long, deliberate moment. “But I know something better.”

A sweet shiver rolls down Bucky’s spine. “Do you, now.” He palms the side Steve’s neck, thumb circling over the delicate skin behind his earlobe, and pulls Steve to him, meeting him halfway into the kiss. Steve’s lips part gloriously for him, the hot caress of his tongue slipping the taste of chocolate and vanilla into Bucky’s welcoming mouth, spiked by a thrilling hint of salt.

A few drops of saltwater drip from Steve’s beard to land on Bucky’s bare chest, and from there trickle down his stomach, skirting his navel to soak into the waistband of his swim trunks, following a path Steve himself has traced with the tip of his tongue many a time.

Only too soon, Steve nudges his chin into Bucky’s own, pulling away, and Bucky chases his lips for one last peck before he lets go.

Steve looks back at him, eyelashes fanning darkly, thick with moisture. His eyes come alive with his smile, gleaming with the pure, blinding joy behind it. Openly adoring, they are, in a way Bucky couldn’t perceive any more clearly if Steve were spelling it out for him. He thinks Steve knows (how deeply, desperately) he feels the same way. He thinks he should tell Steve more often, just in case.

“You gonna join me, then?” Steve asks, all sun-kissed freckles and hopeful eyes, hands giving Bucky’s hips a playful little wiggle. Silly man. Bucky would reach up and pluck the sun out of the sky for him, if he only asked.

Bucky grins, and hopes it doesn’t scandalize any onlookers, with how obscenely fond it must be. “What about my ice cream, though?”

The curl of Steve’s mouth turns unexpectedly mischievous.

“Just hold it out of the water,” he says, and with no further ado, he swoops in to hook one arm behind Bucky’s knees and hoists him up, startling an undignified squeal out of him.

“What–! ”

Steve beams down at him, an almost manic glint in his eye. “Let’s go!”

And with the enthusiasm of an excited golden retriever, he goes bounding towards the glittering waves, kicking up wet sand behind them. Bucky grabs onto his broad shoulders, partly just to feel the firm muscle there, and partly out of a last-minute sense of self-preservation.

“Steve!” He calls out, laughter ripped out of his chest, sudden and shocking, as they splash a bunch of shrieking children on their path. “Put me down, you punk-ass manchild–”

“Nope,” says Steve, relenting only once the water’s reaching up to their chests. There, he stops, swaying gently with the tide, and shifts Bucky in his arms until he’s got Bucky’s legs wrapped around his middle, gathering him close. “I’m your ride for the day.”

And how could Bucky ever object to that? The ocean dances sweet and placid around them, warm under the midday sun, and the man he loves wants him here, tucked in the circle of his arms.

“Fine,” he says, pressing the word to Steve’s lips with a slow kiss. Fine, have it your way.

His last coherent thought, before Steve licks expertly into his mouth, is that they might not escape the public indecency allegations today, after all.

#stucky #stevebucky #rillers scribbles #why yes i do think my writing gets progressively dumber xD #can't help it #the braincell loves these boys #the braincell is trying its best #the braincell is probably going to take a break for the next 2837445098 years given my history #just wanted to exploit it a little bit before that happens

[saratinz]

Maneater (Chapter 8)

pairing ➩ Ex!Bucky Barnes x Promiscuous!Reader (College AU)

series warnings ➩ drinking, asshole!Bucky, enemies to lovers, exes to lovers, love triangle, smut, slut shaming, cursing

chapter warnings ➩ cursing, slut shaming, mentions sex, reader is roofied (nothing bad happens)

synopsis ➩ Y/n goes to the hospital.

word count ➩ 1k

Peter stays silent for a while, digesting everything you just told him. “Hey, you wanna go to a party.”

“You really want to go after what happened last night.”

“I mean, yeah. We spent all this time talking about me, it’s time to do something for you.”

“Well, sure.” The two of you hung out for hours, becoming the most unlikely of friends. You went more in depth about what has unfolded in the last week, and he told you about his crush on a girl named MJ.

“Hey, we should call ourselves ‘the freshie and the whore’. And there should be a book written about us.”

“I don’t love that name, Y/n.”

“It’s okay, we can workshop it.” The two of you have now gotten to the party. 

“Hey Y/n.” It’s the third to last person you want to see, besides Bucky and Steve.

“Hi, Jane.” You say, trying to dial back the awkwardness.

“I just wanted to say that, I forgive you. We all make mistakes, and even though you made a really big one, I can’t hold that against you forever. So here’s a peace offering.” She hands you a drink. You look for Peter, but when you don’t see him, you figure he ran off to avoid this strange interaction. You take a sip.

“Okay, thank you for understanding, I know what I did was super shitty. And I know it was really hard for you, so I really appreciate this.” You take another sip. Not wanting to ruin this, you walk away, quickly downing the whole drink to deal with whatever the fuck just happened. 

You start to feel super dizzy, but there’s no way you could be drunk. Your brain feels like it’s on fire, despite the fact that you are getting really cold. Your thoughts moving so fast that you are never able to retain a single thought for more than a couple of seconds. Oh shit. You were drugged. Jane roofied you.

You are desperately trying to find someone, anyone, who you knew would never take advantage of you. That’s when you spot him. Bucky is standing alone in a corner, with a drink in hand. You stumble over to him, hoping to get there before you inevitably pass out. “Bucky!” You flash a dopey smile.

“Hey sweetheart, you alright?” You wrap your arms around his neck

“Nope.” He looks concerned.

“What’s wrong?”

“I was drugged.” You slur your words.

“Wait, what?”

You giggle. “Yeah I need to go hospital.”

“Shit!” He groans as you faint in his arms. He hurriedly picks you up bridal style, and walks with you all the way to his car. He doesn’t care that he’s speeding because you are the most important thing right now. When you get to the hospital, he stays by your side every step of the way. He doesn’t know who you want to wake up to, he just knows it’s not him. He calls Steve, figuring he’s one step above the guy who broke you, twice.

“Steve, hey, Y/n’s in the hospital.”

“What’s wrong?”

“She was roofied, but I don’t want her to wake up to find the guy she hates is the only one with her. Please come.”

“Are you dumb? She hates me too.”

“No Steve, she thinks you’re an asshole, but she has real feelings for you. And it would be really nice if you were here for her. Don’t you want a chance to be with her again?”

“Fine, I’m coming.”

“Alright I’ll text you the room number. Bye.”

“See you soon.” He hangs up

“Mmmmm.” You groan. 

“Hey, doll, you awake?” 

“Can you hold me?” 

“Sure.” He stands up from his chair to take his shoes off. Scooting you a little bit to the left, he gets in bed with you. You hum as his arms envelope you in their warmth.

“Mmmm, Bucky.” He melts at the use of his nickname. When you fall asleep again, he carefully removes himself from the cramped twin bed. It takes 30 minutes for Steve to get to the hospital, and that makes Bucky furious. 

“What the fuck took you so long?”

“I had to do some shit, okay?” That is not the answer Bucky was going for, and he smells alcohol on the blonde’s breath, but he drops it. “Why do you care so much about her anyway? She’s never gonna do anything else for you.”

“Shut the fuck up, you asshole. She’s a good girl.”

“Yeah, in bed.”

“You came to have a chance with her, right?”

“Maybe to sleep with her again.” He shrugs.

“You remember I dated her, right? She cares. You’d be lucky to be with her.”

“What? Are you in love with her or something?”

“No!” He startles you awake

“Bucky?” You ask, still out of it. He gestures at Steve to take over.

“It’s Steve, actually.”

“Oh, hi Steve.” You give him a slight smile, your eyes still closed.

“Hey, are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, y’know what sucks though?”

“What’s that?”

“When the person you love hates you.”

“I don’t hate you, Y/n.”

“I wasn’t talking about you.” The room falls silent. “Can you get Bucky?”

“You love Bucky?”

“Shhh, don’t tell him.”

“She’s all yours, Buck. I’m done with her bullshit. Waste of my fucking time.” He storms out.

“It’s okay honey, I’m right here. He’s just tired.”

“Okay. Wait did you hear all that?”

“Umm, yeah.”

“Whoops.”

“Do you need anything?”

“Just, I have one question.”

“What is it, doll?”

“That night we had sex, you convinced me Steve was this great thing I was just throwing away for nothing, but you knew he was using me. I guess I've just been wonder why you said those things.”

“I didn’t know how to tell you, I just knew I needed to stop you from seeing him. So I tried to scare you away, and I know how bad that sounds. I just, I couldn’t break your heart again.” His eyes well up, and he grabs your hand. “But I will never lie to you again, I promise.”

“Pinky swear?” He lets out an adorable laugh.

“Yes, hun, I pinky swear.”

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[futureplayboibunnie]

‘Enamoured’

Doctor Strange x Widow! fem! reader

GIRL I BE PUMPING OUT FICS EVERY OTHER NIGHT IM SORRY.

SLUTTY SMUTTY SLUT SMUT

idk i just thought it would be interesting to include sex pollen to driiiiive it all in. while i was immersed in writing it all i could envision was a Widow reader and i thought that was quite cool.

The tangible and somewhat welcome smell of blood flooded your senses as your blade dug into one of the sides of the Hydra agents you were sent to kill- you mean…just a recon mission in some random compound... with the man that was the object of your often unfathomable hatred, Dr Stephen Strange.

Tony knows of this little hatred tryst that you both have entangled yourselves into, and a dry laugh always escapes his throat as you beg and plead on both goddamn knees for Tony to pair you with someone else, anyone else. Just anyone. Tony made it his own personal mission to pair you and the asshat up at every single opportunity he could grasp his grubby little mitts on. You often thought it was a prolonged vendetta over you insulting his geometric ass beard. But what made it worse was the crude comments the whole Avengers team made of you and Stephen's non-existent relationship, which mostly consists of them betting that you'll both ‘hatefuck’ at one point, it was just a game of waiting for the time being.

It was a strange pairing, if anyone can pardon the pun. A trained Widow, a bloodthirsty assassin aiming to take your anger out on the scum of the earth and then there's one of the most powerful sorcerers to ever exist, wielding magic that normal folk could only dream of, and spell casting intricate enough only he would know how to execute.

Again, it was strange. Two headstrong, arrogant people do not a heavenly couple make. You both despised each other, and he made it crystal clear.

However back to the present, you stabbed with precision and marking your target expertly as per usual. Stephen was floating above the compound; eyes screwed shut as eidritch magic flowed through his, trying to locate where the brief case full of illegally crafted super soldier serum took hospice. He saw in his mind's eye that It was in a dark, hollow place.

This was an extremely niche kind of mission, one in which Bucky and Steve would be much suitable considering they are super soldiers and quite frankly have had first hand experience dealing with Hydra, but no. Tony had to fuck you over and pair you and Dr fucking Strangelove together. Your patience was wearing thin today.

Completely revelling in your own annoyance, you blanked out absent mindedly and didn't sense he Hydra agent standing above you from the balcony railing... letting go of the grenade that was in his grasp. Your eyes darted to his in surprise and a terrifying grin was plastered over his face.

Stephen had the intuition to know you'd get yourself killed, he was always saving your ungrateful ass and it made his blood burn. It was like he was babysitting you, but he can't help but revel in the glory of coming back to the team and telling them if it wasn't for him, you would have died. You often shivered with rage at the praise he would receive.

Instantly, he portalled to where you were and with a quirk of his skilled fingers, he cast a protection shield over you and completely disintegrated the bomb without detonating it. You put your hands over your head to prepare for an attack that never came. As you slowly opened your eyes, the orange magic dissipated into thin air, and you could hear the agents' footsteps receding.

Strange sauntered over to you confidently, like the textbook school popular kid. He was enthralled by the fact he saved your life yet again. What could he say, arrogance was part of his nature, it was in his blood.

"I got the vials." He stated.

‘Well done, want a certification that is a gold sticker along with your doctorate?‘ You snarled towards him; voice dripping with venom and unfiltered hatred.

‘Saving your ass yet again, am I? Where's that murderous Widow that specialises in torture methods but doesn't know when an enemy is right behind her, let alone not even clocking a detonating bomb?‘ He smirked as he planted himself beside you so he could prepare to portal you back to oneof the Avengers Safehouses near your location.

‘She's contemplating whether to stuff your throat with his own sling ring.‘ You replied with every single ounce of snarkines as before, too tired to even indulge in him at this point.

‘Stuff my throat? How about I stuff yours?' He asked lowly as he looked you right in the eye. That woke you up. You were internally stunned by the reply, but your face remained neutral. You didn't like how suggestive that sounded, but then again, your mind started to wonder what he really meant. Maybe it was just your dirty mind rushing to conclusions, maybe it was because of that one obscene and filthy wet dream you had about him one night that set the course of your faux façade of hating him. But you really did hate him, right? Right. Stephen Strange is a prick and he prides himself on it.

As he circled his hands to form a portal, your ears quirked, and you could hear the same footsteps as before. Oh fuck.

‘Stephen! Look ou-!’ You couldn't finish your exclamation. You swiftly turned your body only to find that the air had been detonated with lavender powder

Lavender was surrounding both of you, it crawled into the neck of your skin-tight Widow suit. You were both suffocating and inhaling the incessant powder and you could both feel it cover your lungs, your palate as well as all of your other senses. Coughs erupted between the two of you until Stephen finished his portal movement and he grabbed you and you both fell through into the Safehouse. The orange dissipating into thin air once more.

You both fell onto the oak wood floor and you both felt that oxygen was thick and unable to enter your lungs properly. And without further warning, heavy lidded, you both passed out on the floor. No one to wake either of you.

—

Stephen awoke in a daze, completely bewildered that he fell unconscious over some stupid powder. God, Hydra really must be desperate.

As his eyelids felt lighter and the sunset seeping through the window caught his eye, he glanced to his side to find that you were clinging onto his arm, nuzzling it slightly. He couldn't tell if he wanted to kill you or let you continue what you were doing.

It would make him a complete hypocrite for him to admit that you looked fucking delicious in your suit. Every curve on display, the zipper that's placed at the front of your suit just settling beneath your cleavage.

That braid in your hair too…he couldn't wait to pull at it.

Jesus, fuck. What the hell was he thinking?

His mind was completely scrambled. The Cloak of Levitation hung itself on the coat rack and he let out a scolding look at it for not being able to wake him up sooner.

He had to get out of this compromising position or else he'd stop and stare at you for too long which would make him border the lines of creepy. He softly nudged his arm away, leaned up and planted his feet on the ground so he could stand.

He let himself wander into the bathroom and he felt a wash of heat shoot though his entire body. He was beginning to settle as uncomfortable. He was sweating, oh Jesus was he sweating, He gazed at himself through the mirror, and he noticed a little blip in his eyes, he leaned closer to examine and he found that they were dilating at an excessive rate, completely impossible. He ran a hand through his hair, confused as to why his body was reacting this way- it was irrational plus annoying. Was it because of you? The powder? What the fuck was that powder?

Oh God. Oh God it's hot. Was the heating on or something?

He lets out a shaky breath and contemplates whether to strip and to have a shower. He ultimately decides against it, him getting naked while you're here. Bad idea, people will talk.

After a while, he could hear a soft moan from the other room. A fucking moan. Stephen's body convulsed as he could feel the electricity shoot straight to his dick.

What the fuck? What the fuck is going on? Why is his body reacting this way?

You. Of course it was fucking you.

The woman he harbours such hatred for yet is the true painting of all of his desires. Stephen has always loved a challenge and you've never shied away from one

He walked back into the living room in which you were lying there. You propped yourself up and tured so stare at him. It was deathly and anything but welcoming.

"I need to go back. I need to kill the last bad guy. You deadpanned, the weariness of sleep not dragging you down at all.

‘Bad guy? What are you 12? Wake up, sweetheart this isn't some movie where you get the last laugh. I got the vials, that was the mission. We're supposed to decrease your kill count, not add to it, you vampire.’ He had to insult you, if he insulted you then he can't feel anvthing else for you and right now that's all that matters, no matter if your feelings are hurt. The thought surprisingly pains him. He grimaces.

‘Fuck you Strange. You have no right to act all high and mighty with me. This is who l am, this is what I do. Don't infect your gospel of goodness on me.’ You spat at his pompous demeanour.

Silence sprayed through the air. Both of you unsure what to even say to each other. You got up.

‘Have you turned the heating on?‘ You asked. You were burning up. Fucking hell it was hot, you could feel your insides liquidate

'No. But I've been feeling it too. I think we need to just go to bed and sleep it off. It's dark out now.’ Stephen concluded. His breathing was becoming more rapid and erratic, it felt like his lungs couldn't properly expand.

Hearing hirn breathe like that made your spine tingle unexpectedly. You mentally slapped yourself for reacting like that to such an absurd thing; what the hell? Your body was shaking. Your brain scattering and quickly loosing all of its inhibitions, you need to get out of there and you need to get out of there fast. Away from…him.

‘Yeah. Bed. Bed. Let's get into bed.’ You breathed, eyelashes fluttering from heavy lidded eyes. You didn't even mean to sound as breathless as you did but at this point your body was shutting down, or was it being tuned more alive? Stephen darted his head to face you, mostly out of how fucking erotic you just sounded, suggesting that you and him we're about to get into bed together- but he knew what you really meant, he just wanted to fantasise about it for a moment. You were so effortlessly attractive, and he hated you for it.

‘Yeah. Bed. Now.’ Stephen added hastily as you both departed into separate bedrooms. Completely willing to put this weird day behind you, hoping that after some rest your body would reset itself back to normal. Stephen was praying for it.

As hot as you were, you refused to get naked, not even to change or to shower. Just the slightest show of skin within the vicinity of you and Strange would cause a buzz between the Avengers and you would do anything to avoid that. So, you had to bite your tongue and sleep with your Widow suit on. Stephen did the same. As much as he wanted to shower and scrub the fantasies of you away, he wouldn't, he couldn't. You both settled into bed and tried to sleep this tiresome day off.

———

You were panting, you couldn't sleep. You were so fucking needy, so needy for Stephen's cock. It's all you could think about, it plagued your mind like a sickness, like a fog. You were trembling, squirming. The electricity coursing through your body bordering on painful, All you could envision is Stephen fucking you stupid, fucking you so hard you were crying. Tears started to prick into your eyes already, you were moaning at nothing. You unzipped the front of your suit from your breasts down to your lower belly, hoping that would relieve some of the pressure. Of course, it didn't, but you refused to get naked for some inane reason. You needed something in you, Stephen's big thick cock in you as his big, scarred hands fondled with your tits and without even thinking you started to play with your tits under the flaps of the zipper.

Stephen was doing as well as you were. He was hungry, so fucking ravenous for you and your body. It's all his mind was on. You. Naked. In bed. Screaming as he fucked you, watching his cock appear and disappear in and out of you, one hand wrapped around your throat and the other tangled and pulling harshly on your hair. He really couldn't get naked now and bust one out at the thought of you. It's quite frankly weird and a complete invasion. That was until he heard you moan, and moan and moan. Moaning over and over. He couldn't control himself.

He pondered why this was even happening.

A ding pinged in his head. Oh shit. He knew what this was, he knew what was happening and the only way to fix it. He got up out of bed to head towards the room you were in until he walked out and found you heading to him too. You were shuddering, your suit unzipped as he could see the undersides of your tits and the outlines of your nipples. You rushed over to him, almost weeping, the proximity between you was so close if you were an inch he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself and keep his hands off of you.

'It hurts. It's s'bad Stephen. What’s happening to me?' You cried out as you hands grasped onto his shoulder blades.

‘I know sweetheart. I know,' You were about to combust at the pet name, you were so fucking aroused you were about to start sobbing.

'Hydra. Sex pollen. Read it in a book at the Sanctum.' He groaned lowly. Sex Pollen? Holy shit.

You couldn't even string two words together, you just stuffed your hand into the thighs of your widow suit and retracted it only to find your fingers glistening to with slick. Stephen stared at your hand and then at your beautiful face. He was so close to just pounce on you like an animal.

You broke the lingering silence between you both.

"Stephen please I'm begging you. Fuck me. Please. I need to feel you inside of me, cum all over me. Cum on my face, I don't care I just need your cock in me. Please.’ You pleaded, throat going dry as you ran your fingers through his salt and pepper hair. He had never heard anything as vulgar, as hot and as pornographic as that. He couldn't hold back any longer as he finally wrapped his hands around your waist, you moaned at the contact.

"I can’t be gentle,’ He leaned his face at the base of your ear, ‘I'll fuck you so stupid you won't be able to get up. Is that what you want, sweetheart? Want me to make you all better?‘ He breathed hotly into your neck.

‘Yes. Now. Right now. All night.‘ You responded hastily. That was all the confirmation he needed.

He grabbed at your face harshly and started kissing you with no skill as desperation took over, all sloppy and open mouthed. Tongues exploring tongues as your lips burned against each other's, completely enthralled and drunk off of each other's presence. He hoisted you up roughly and you wrapped your legs around the small of his back, fingers grasping at his messy hair. You were both in for it now.

Instead of throwing you on the bed of your room, he delicately planted you next to the foot of the bed and started kissing and nipping down your neck to your collarbones actively travelling further down. He thought you were so malleable. Your back was arched as he quite literally was bending you while kissing down the skin that your open zipper provided. This was a change of pace to the desperation beforehand, and you finally clocked that he was. maybe just maybe…pining. Maybe he was trying to savour every moment of it. You were moaning at the mere thought but you couldn’t handle this kind of pace right now.

‘Stephen. Take it off. Get me naked, now." You sighed against his ear subsequently biting and licking at his ear lobe. He groaned into your skin as he lifted his head up to grab at the zipper flaps and peel the suit off you to expose your bare chest.

As he got the top part of your suit off, he marvelled at your tits. He couldn't help but paw at them before he could get the rest of the suit off. Stephen's large hands covered your skin but comes to support the small of your back as you were arching into him as he bit at the fat of your tits. His beard prickled at your bare skin but added just that more pleasure through your cunt.

Stephens hands wove through your hair, harshly tugging at the braid just like he had fantasized about. You spent ages on your hair, and he knew, making it all the more erotic and a slap in the face when he undid your hair just like that. Grasping and pulling at it like he was a dog with his favourite chew toy. It was pure fucking carnal need.

He quickly got impatient as he threw you on the bed by your hair, careless of where you landed. Pain tinged in Stephen's nerve endings; he was so painfully hard his cock was aching. He quickly untied his blue robes and kicked off his shoes, only his pants and boxers blocking the flesh that would impale you.

You where whining at his departure, so desperate for skin on skin contact it was shameful, but right now that was the least of your worries. He could have finished right then and there when he finally stripped you of your suit and climbed on top of you, nothing but a barely there thong covering your modesty. It was red, lacy. Sheer. Your arousal completely soaking the fabric through and through; he doubts you'll ever wear them again so he should probably take them for safekeeping. Your thighs were running with your wetness. He groaned at the sight.

‘Red?' The question was rhetorical, but you answered anyway.

‘You're Cloak….. red. Mm. Every time I see the stupid fucking colour, I think of you.' You whispered sensually at him, hoping he wouldn't freak out over your confession; see through how deeply your need for him goes.

He twists his finger of the waist band of your panties, the feather light touches edging you just that more. Stephen pauses for a brief mpment and then lets out a dry breathless chuckle, Jesus Christ it was like you were his already.

‘Oh sweetheart, you've been begging for this haven't you?' He coos as he grabs and pinches your cheeks with his thumb and index finger. With his other hand he roughly pulls the glistening panties down your smooth legs and shoves the panties into your gaping mouth.

It's not that Stephen gagged you as a notice to keep you quiet, he just wanted to see how rough you wanted him to be, and since your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you dribbled through the panties, he knew this is exactly what you craved. You were half gagging half salivating as the drool escaped the corners of your mouth. It was such a lewd display Stephen could barely contain himself. He was like a kid on Christmas morning.

'Let me eat you out sweetheart, let me taste you. I need you, so badly. So badly it hurts, just let me get this chance before I make you cry when I put my cock inside of you. Please.’ You couldn't comprehend those actual words coming out of Stephen Strange mouth, and damn was it vulgar and so damn unexpected.

Stephen Strange, begging to taste you. Wow, that’s one memory for safekeeping

His pleading blue eyes told you all you needed to know. A breathless, muffled high pitched 'mhm' greeted him at his request. You were seriously about to start crying. Tears started leak down your face as Stephen licked and sucked all the way down from the crook of your neck to your chest. God he was infatuated with your tits, it was like he was a teenager discovering porn for the first time even though he's manhandling you like a seasoned professional. That's what really got you by the grip though, the incessant manhandling, the constant push and the pull. You'd secretly fantasied he would be rough in the bedroom, but you didn't think that would become a probable reality.

He pinned your hands above your head in a tight iron like grip with his left hand as his right travelled to feel at your tits and suck on your nipples. He blew cold air on them and that made your body convulse.

"I wish I has some ropes to tie you down with, you're such a good girl when you get what you want, aren't you? Even when you don't and you're a bad girl, it still makes me want to bend you over and fuck the attitude out of you.' He smirks down at you condescendingly; the prick was enjoying you in such a compromising and filthy position.

You spat out your panties, drool being left all over your lips and chin in its wake. God, Stephen had such a thing for spit, it was driving him crazy.

‘You just didn't have half the balls to fuck me how I like it.‘ Taunting him as per, your eyes raked up and down his face, mildly surprised at yourself at your gall. He froze for a moment, engulfing and analysing how perfect you looked right now, letting him take complete control of your body and being comfortable whilst doing so.

The past women he bedded don't even compare to the sparks that are flying right now, you were as insatiable, curious and as kinky as he was. It was carnal passion that was radiating off the two of you. He lowered his face down to your so your nosed grazed each other.

‘You want me to be mean to your body, is that it?’ He slapped your face with his right hand and squeezed your cheeks together again like before. You whined against his soft lips, contrasting to the. way he was treating you right now but that just made the slick between your thighs even more adamant.

‘Tell me, how long have you needed me to fuck you?* He spat into your gaping mouth, and what made it even more erotic was how close range it was. You refused to answer his question, deciding to not embarrass yourself and remain radio silent.

‘Really? Not so sweet now. Oh, what a shame, pretty baby.…I would have eaten you out to make you cum, more pleasure on your end but I guess you don't want that.‘ He smirks at you condescendingly, letting go of your face as he kicks his pants off.

"I wanna cum on your cock, don't wanna ruin this pretty face.‘ You pouted and he couldn't help but let out a low chuckle at your cute remark.

You glanced down as you felt the weight of Stephen's cock slap against your stomach, leaving a sticky wet spot in its wake. You moaned desperately at the contact; Jesus Christ he was fucking huge. The vein and the pink head really caught your attention; you thought he'd be big but not this big.

You weren't sure if he would er…fit. For lack of better words.

‘Stephen! Uhh mmh. It won't fi-!’ He cut you off as his free right hand shoved the wet panties into your mouth once more, you instantly gagged accompanied with eyes as wide as saucepans. Gone were the sultry 'fuck me until I'm crying eyes', you were genuinely surprised. He had you surprised and that really perked him up. Tears started to prick at your eyes and Stephen couldn't help but think about your mouth on his cock. I mean he did make a sneaky comment about it earlier and he knew that halted you in your tracks, but the way your kisses were all sloppy and wet had him wonder if your lips would be as sloppy and wet going down…on him. Again, him and spit, it was a weird relationship.

‘You can take it.' He stated lowly. It was kind of menacing and it turned you on even more. He let go of your hands as he felt the wetness run down your thighs with his finger. He looked at you dead in the eye as he put his fingers in his mouth and hummed in serene bliss. God, you tasted so sweet, like candy. He literally was a kid in a candy store.

Without warning or hesitation, he guided his cock through your soaked folds and slapped your clit. You groaned against the fabric as the tears began again. Stephen rammed his thick cock inside of you and didn't let you adjust, watching your body travel further and further up the bed until the headboard was banging against the wall, he was watching in complete awe as his cock was pumping in you. You felt him pulse inside of you and a scream erupted in your throat. Just like he imagined, he was experiencing first hand his cock disappearing and appearing inside of you, and then to top it all of his hands reached for your hair and throat. You were both panting, bodies colliding in pure lustful need, sweat sliding off of the two of you in such an effortless frenzy.

‘Such a sweet pussy on such a filthy girl.' He remarked and that just sent you into overdrive. He took the panties out of your mouth to hear the sweet noises you made in real time. A gasp escaped your pretty mouth. Your nails were scraping against the large expanse of his back, digging crescents as he moaned into your mouth to savour such sweetness. Your tongue met together in a tangled wet kiss, all opened mouthed and breathless and you were sure that was the best kiss you've ever experienced…until he tugged and bit at your bottom lip, so hard you thought it could draw blood. It was so goddamn sensual, something so…needy, carnal, animalistic. You felt so desired.

Still ramming inside of you at an ungodly and deep level, his attention went down to your neck as he suckled the soft unmarked skin. He literally felt like a teenager giving a crush a hickey for the first time. Again, you bit his earlobe and that just drives him insane to the point where he felt himself twitch inside of you.

"Cum in me Stephen. I need to feel you cum in me.* You breathed against his skin and that just finished him off. As he came so did you, warm liquid meeting and spilling inside and outside of you. It was truly the most fulfilling orgasm that both of you have ever had the pleasure of experiencing.

‘You're mine.‘ He gritted through clenched teeth. He rolled beside you as you were both panting to try and regain your breath and the air felt normal again, it wasn't as thick as before. Your minds weren't as scrambled, everything felt fulfilled and relaxed.

Your hair was a wild mess and strands of his hair stuck to his forehead, but his grey streaks remained perfectly intact. Everything was unconventionally picturesque, but there was still this unanswered question lingering in the air. Silence cut through you for a moment.

‘Wish you gave me beard burn.‘ You broke the silence with a tongue in cheek remark. You really were dirty at the best and worst of times.

He snickered as you both got comfortable on top of the covers, you slinging your leg around his body and him propping his head up with his hand. You both spent a moment just gazing at each other in post coital realization that this happened. He traced little shapes with the tips of his fingertips on your thighs, as you clamped your pearly teeth onto your bottom lip.

'Not as geometric as Tony's?"

‘Wish you stuffed my throat with your cock too.’ Again, you stunted him with another vulgar comment, reminiscing about earlier today and that one little sentence that had you guessing. You let out a cute little giggle which he found adorable, angelic. You were glowing, you were an angel in his eyes. Stephen is the only one that can truly handle you and your ever immortal and incessant stubborn disposition.

‘I didn't wanna ruin your pretty face, but I think you would've liked that too much.‘ He raised a knowing eyebrow as he got lost in your bright eyes, this after sex haze was really doing something new to his head, more than the actual sex pollen. He's really coming to terms with things between you.

You were both gawking at each other again, you raised your fingers to trace the outline of his jawline and his illegally defining cheekbones.

'Is this real?" You sighed.

"My face?'

'No, you idiot,' you half smiled.

Silence fell upon you both again. It was comfortable though.

'Is this just a reaction to some dumb ass sex pollen? Or are you as enamoured by me as I am with you?’ He was stunned; enamoured? He had you enamoured, this is better than anything he could ever conjure in that big photographic brain of his. But mostly what stunted him is that everything he's been feeling for you is confirmed to be mutual.

‘You just go a million miles a second. And you're everything I want. I need you and I feel like I have this instinct to protect you but I’m a foolish man,' He took a shaky breath, 'I've feel as though always been yours, but I've been blinded by my ego. Well, that's what I think.'

"I think you hit the nail on the head with that one Doctor.‘ You smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear bashfully. A blush dusted the apples of your cheeks in response.

‘The Avengers are gonna have a field day with this one.‘ You added knowingly, already wincing at their prolonged reaction.

"Hail Hydra', those idiots did something right for once, making us fuck to clarify what we actually are to each other. There's a certain poetry to that, don't you think?’ He cradled your face with one hand and brushed some loose strands out of the way.

‘Truly enchanting. In our post coital daze, is it also appropriate to admit I had a wet dream about youand that is quite literally why I started hating you?’ You admitted, as the embarrassment of the scene wore away now you two have fucked everything away.

He was gobsmacked. The shit eating grin could have split his face in half. Oh, you little bitch. This was too perfect.

'Fuck..' He groaned, mirroring exactly how he felt when he came inside of your sweet pussy just a few moments earlier.

'_Cause you were too.... good. I mean you're allowed to be as cocky as you are Strange. I've never came that fast and that hard before in my life. You really earned that gold sticker alongside that doctorate.’

"I won't let it get to my head I promise...but I may have some shocking news also. I also had a dream where you tied me up and rode me, and you wouldn't let me touch you. Think that's where my annoyance with you started.' The admission startled you, put a stick through your wheels. Jesus Christ it was like you were made for each other.

You shifted yourself so you were climbing and straddled on his lap. His hands rested on the sides of your ass instinctively.

‘Touch all you want.' You whispered in his ear.

—-

damn

#dr stephen strange #dr strange fluff #dr strange x fem!reader #dr strange angst #stephen strange smut #dr strange x y/n

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Okay so I’ve read almost every single on of your work and dear god. You have a gift 😭. okay so a lot of your tropes are pretty straight forward on the Steve and Bucky dynamics. But have you ever like thought of the trope of nomad style Steve Rogers and winter solider style Bucky (in my opinion the most intimidating looks they had). But the point is I’m a absolute sucker for a subby sensitive Steve Rogers, but he doesn’t realize it himself until Bucky comes around and it’s the first time like in a fight he could actually lose ya know? Then Bucky comes along and it’s all confusing for his poor head he doesn’t understand what’s happening. He’s a grown man, sporting a beard and 7 feet of muscle and he’s being held by the balls by his best guy. The need to fuck Bucky and be fucked by him.

Aw, I'm glad you've enjoyed my fics!!

And yes yes YES

This Stucky-

They give me HUGE two tops with major sexual tension having to figure out who is actually gonna be the top because they both can't be. Kind of like in the fic-

"Stark Naked: Captain XXX and the Soldier" by thepinupchemist

Anyway, fic rec aside, let me tell you, anon, this has been in my drafts forever because 1. I really really like this idea and have been waiting for an actual idea about it to come to me as opposed to just shouting FUCK YEAH I LOVE THIS PAIRING and that being it and 2. I've been busy with school as I'm sure you're all tired of hearing about by now.

But an idea-!

*warning for gun & metal arm kink

Okay, so, I think these two fucking huge hunks would meet in a modern AU.

A modern-ish AU in which Steve isn't Captain America anymore (Sam is instead) but he's not retired either, he's just nomad.

Steve's technically still an Avenger in that he avenges, but he's not really a part of the team anymore (unless Nat or Sam calls him in for back up, he'll follow them both until the day God lets him finally die). He's rough around the edges. He's nomad. Cruising around on a beat up motorcycle, holding onto the thing with bruised knuckles clutching at the handlebar, an ancient, dusty leather jacket is thrown over his broad, intimidating shoulders so long as it's not too hot outside, leaving him in only a t-shirt old enough that the color has worn out and the seams are coming apart and torn up dark denim jeans. He's got a hairy chest and hairy forearms and beard with hair long enough that curls around his ears.

Steve is just fucking done with all the bullshit that's been thrown at him.

He plays by his own rules now, he takes no shit. I mean, his own rules are still moral and pure-hearted but, his body is no longer sanctioned government property.

He is no one's poster child any longer.

No one owns Steve.

James, aka, The Winter Soldier might be able to own him...

James might be able to own him with just a look and a quirk of that smart mouth or, hell, he could own him with even less than that too because James walks into Steve's life with this cocky swagger.

This swagger that drips off of The Winter Soldier intoxicatingly. His hips move sinfully whenever he walks and his thighs look so thick and strong all the time, making Steve impulsively clench his jaw when looking at James as if he can't stand the man.

Either way, Steve always has to tear his eyes away from James and all that black leather, re-calibrating silver metal, and dark hair. It takes so much effort to focus elsewhere and it is made even worse by the way James smirks at him every time he sees Steve glance his way. (Even if it's in the middle of a battle because he's apparently a fucking reckless daredevil with the most handsome face and he wont hold back from flirting as chaos rains around them.) And James always sees his sneaking stares. He sees fucking everything. He's a goddamn sniper.

James is a sniper that was captured as a young military man, trained under HYDRA's control, and then an escaped prisoner turned contract killer. A ghost story no one saw coming; a story is not unlike Natasha's, so it's no wonder they get along. It's no wonder Natasha thinks he's wonderful and smiles at Steve like a fox when asking him if he's finally ready for a little bit of metal? She's not talking about a lip piercing this time. Not a piercing of any kind, or... at least not any Steve can see *gulp*

Overall though, James is a fucking bastard.

He's cocky, brash, and every other word for confident too. Just as he should be because goddamn. James has cheekbones sharp and high. James has a jaw square and somehow always perfectly rough with stubble. And James has eyes like smoke that fall on Steve and seem to smolder even though he never makes an actual move beyond teasing.

The way he talks circles around Steve with that charming, pink mouth makes Steve feel like a mouse being played with by a cat. He feels like he's under a predators paw, being played with in a good way, for the first time in his life.

Steve fucking loves it, or- no.

He hates it.

He-

He isn't sure how he feels about it to be honest. He knows something about James does something to him. It strikes a cord inside of him all of the time, but especially when James licks his lips while staring in his direction. Especially when he asks if he'd like a sparr sometime, cocksure in his drawl, saying Sam hasn't ever won despite what he claims. Especially when... okay, maybe especially everything about the man.

It -all of him - does something to Steve. Something intense and smoldering and whatever it is, it makes Steve glad he doesn't have to see him every day. It'd be bad for Steve, he's sure of it. Steve doesn't know what would happen to him, but he knows it wouldn't be good for his rational thinking.

And, yeah, Steve doesn't often work with James. These days Natasha's path and even Sam's path are both much different to his own. James, as The Winter Soldier, seems to happily follow Natalia into whatever must be done while he outwardly growls and bickers with Sam but goes to save his hide. (Steve gets the impression that Bucky doesn't actually mind Sam that much though somehow. There's something about them. He knows Sam is having a good time, ripping into the stoic sniper and he suspects Bucky feels the same towards Sam even if he'll never tell.) But...

When Steve does have to work with him with Natasha at their side...

Steve is in hell.

He is in fucking hell waiting for Natasha to come back to their safe house after venturing out, covertly (she'll be the best at not blowing their deep cover), because at least then he will have something to focus on but James. Alone with the other man and unable to draw himself away, not that he could get far in the small safe house.

James who had started the evening by showering then showing back up in the communal living space where Steve had been hanging out, pretending to watch TV, in nothing but grey sweatpants. Steve has a heightened metabolism but he could subsist on the feast of James' thighs alone and that's not even to mention the soft yet still heavy dick print in said grey sweats 🥴. James wasn't just in grey sweats though... he also had forced his huge shoulders and thick chest and big arms and abs into an unbearably tight white t-shirt post shower. A white t-shirt that's gone transparent around his shoulders from the dampness of his long hair, left down to air-dry, only pushed back out of his face, not otherwise styled but still showing off his unreal facial structure.

But. Somehow.

Somehow, that's not even the worst of Steve's torture. No. The worst is everything that followed seeing James stripped down, left bare of any tac gear, exposed and vulnerable yet still so... so impressive. Prowling about the safe house like a panther. Stalking off into the bedroom and returning to living room with two bags of supplies and his rifle. One bag he sets aside for now. The other, he grabs and unzips, pulling out various tools that Steve recognizes as used for firearm cleaning. And that's almost the worst part, over seeing James in such... fantastic clothes.

Firearms are too loud for Steve to comfortably use (a downside to super-hearing) but the effect of seeing James begin to unload, disassemble, wipe down, insert brushes into the barrel, wipe down again, lube, then stroke lube and gun oil into the weapon, well, it's not comfortable for Steve either.

But.

It's the opposite kind of uncomfortable that hearing a gun firing is for Steve. It's not blindingly, painfully loud in the room. Instead, it's silent other than the pounding of Steve's heart in his ears. His pants are too tight, restricting the painful swelling of his thick cock. Still, his eyes can't do anything but chase James' hands- inappropriate as it is. Completely enthralled by watching the sniper handle his weapon where he's propped it up between his spread legs.

He's so... graceful.

He's clearly done this a million times. Systematically taking it apart and cleaning all the parts then putting them right back together. The light shines off of the clean metal of the gun as well as off of his metal fingers. His flesh and blood hand has gun oil dripping down his thick, lengthy fingers. Steve inhales sharply, hoping his blush is at least somewhat contained by his beard.

Again though, that's not even the worst thing to happen that night. Just them. Alone in the safe house. A gun, dangerous and imposing between James legs like Steve can only imagine other... things... of his are.

The worst?

Oh, that's easily watching James set aside his weapon and the corresponding tools to clean and maintain it in favor of reaching for the second bag which holds highly specialized brushes, sprays, and towels that are used for cleaning his metal arm. Witnessing the other man clean his arm is horrible.

His eyebrows set into a serious line, his lower lip gets caught between his teeth, and he keeos quietly grunting as he digs into the grooves and flexes his fingers and forces the metal plates to recalibrate.

Steve whimpers. A noise in all his years he's never heard himself make. He can't help it though. Not when the compulsion to melt off the recliner he had been spread out in, his forgotten beer in hand (rather watching James with heavy eyelids), and instead sit at his feet, mouth closed needly around those fingers to lick the wet, glistening oil off of his smooth, heavy, metal fingers is so strong that it feels like a ton of bricks hitting him over the back of the head.

James looks up, shoving a brush a little bit deeper between the groove in his arm at the perfect time to make himself groan and curl his fingers in a seemingly convulsive but no less arousing way than if it'd been practiced. His smoke grey eyes are dark. He raises a confident eyebrow, silently asking a question that raises an answer in Steve he himself wasn't aware of before James forced it out of him.

You finally had enough teasing, Stevie?

Yes.

Bonus: this fucking MOMENT

(Apologies for the shitty gif of said moment I know there are better ones out there, I just couldn't find one right now, so I made one real quick on my phone haha)

#asks #fandomfluffandfuck #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky

[the-winter-spider]

Love You More | pt.8

TASM! Peter x Reader, Bucky x Reader (past)

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Fight scene is next! Not looking forward to that i suck at writing them so i’ll probably stick close to the script for that or just be very vague with it, not edited or proof read!

TW! This part mentions suicide

Masterlist (coming soon) | Masterpost

Sam stood on his front porch, his phone still clutched in his hand as he stared at the call log. He let out a breath, hitting your name bringing the phone to his ear, when he heard it go straight to voicemail he let out a groan, squeezed his phone so hard that if he had that serum running through his veins he definitely would have crushed his phone. 

He was feeling a mixture of emotions, he was frustrated with how vague you were, he was mad at Bucky for clearly not telling him everything he seen the headlines about you, the video footage of you walking out on Bucky followed by lightning lighting up the sky he thought it was just a fight, an argument because he knew first hand how stubborn Bucky could be but you were always so reasonable, Steve use to tell him you were the glue that kept them together, he was hoping that would be the case with Bucky, you and him. 

He knew this wasn't going to be easy, everything changed but he gave you your space, gave you time but 6 months was such a long time. He was nervous every goddamn day he would check his phone from any sign that you were alive and well, he would check the news. When he heard in the news a single lightning strike cracked a 100 year old tree in half, he felt some sort of relief but it was clearly intentional, he tried to get Bucky to talk to him but he was like a broken record with the whole “None of your business” 

But he was so fucking nervous right now, that sounded like a goodbye and not just a see you later one like you told him but a your never gonna see me again goodbye. His mind couldn't stop playing one of the last conversations with Steve he ever had about you on repeat. 

2023 - A little before Steve Rogers Passing 

“Hey Sam?” 

“Yeah Cap?”

A small smile played on his face “You know you can stop calling me that, the shields yours”

An eye roll played out on Sam’s face “You’re always gonna be my Captain” 

Nostalgia was written all over Steve’s face before it fell flat “Y/N hasn’t came by since the stones, i haven't heard from her, im worried Sam”

“I’ve stopped by multiple times, called texted shes just not answering, I dont know whats going on”

“Bucky won't tell me anything” he paused, liar Steve thought before continuing “They must be fighting again” a small smile on his face thinking of all Bucky’s and yours stupid fights. 

Sam snorted “Makes two of us, i think shes just not handling all this” He gestured to Steve laying in a hospital bed “Well” 

Steve nodded, he opened and closed his mouth, debating if he should say what he was thinking before starting “I know this is asking a lot of you Sam, but you need to look after her”

“You know i will Cap, always, shes family to me too”

“I'm gonna tell you something that only Y/N, Tony, Fury and I knew, you can't tell Bucky it’ll just make things worse”

“Yeah of course, my lips are sealed”

Steve nodded “Y/n, she didn't just go for a walk, fall asleep and wake up here” he referred to the 2000’s “She died” 

Sam’s mouth dropped “What? that wasn’t in any file?”

“I know because we decided it was best kept a secret but a little bit after she woke up she couldn’t remember much but it came back to her, she was hysterical, we had to sedate her. It was like everything she felt before hit her all at once…. but we got her to talk, it wasn’t uncommon after the war for people to commit suicide”

Sam’s eyes went wide not liking where this was headed. 

“Y/n, she lost us, she didn’t have anyone left. She attended not one but two funerals where there was no body, I couldn't imagine what she felt.” Steve brought his eyes to look at Sam’s because he didn't want to say it and he knew with Sam he wouldn’t have to “She, did it Sam, she went to — and she did”

“Steve, that's a lot” Sam got up, he started pacing near the foot of the bed “That changes everything, i gotta —“

Steve cut him off “I know its a lot as long as you know she's in there and alive that's all that matters Sam”

“Why didn't you tell Bucky, that's his girl” 

“He went through a lot, he was healing, she was healing, she promised me everything was fine”

“He’d kick down that door if he knew”

Steve had a small smile “Yeah i know he would, he wouldn’t let her out of his site, she's his everything”

“Any idea why they’d be fighting?”

Steve shrugged “Can't say i do Sam” he knew of course he did, Bucky came to him 2 weeks ago asking for advice about you. How he didnt know he was anymore, didn't know who you were anymore. That he didn’t want to drag you through the dark tunnel of finding out who he was now, Steve told him that was stupid. 

That’d you’d be more hurt by him saying he needed space, that he needed time because the two of you were already on borrowed time. Steve promised he wouldn’t say anything no matter how badly he wanted to, because he hoped at the time the two of you would sort this out before it was time for him to go but by the looks of things that wasn't the case. It was a secret that was coming with him to the grave, he knew Bucky would tell Sam when he was ready, when that trust was built he just hoped it wasn’t gonna be too late. 

The front door swung open “What the hell Sam? Was that y/n?! Don't even lie to me i heard you say her name” Bucky’s brows were creased, pointing his finger at Sam. 

Sam didnt say anything quite yet, he could see the smoke coming out of Bucky’s ears, he knew he had to tell him. It was the only way he couldn’t think of any other excuse that he wouldn’t question “We should go inside”

Sam turned to walk inside but Bucky grabbed his arm to stop him. Sam stared in his eyes. He could tell how worried he was, he could see the panic, the heartache, the sacrifices but most importantly the love he had for you. Sam kept walking nodded for Bucky to follow him to the table, he could hear his heavy footsteps trailing behind him. 

He pulled a chair out and plopped down, Bucky stood there with his arms crossed “Sit down Buck”

“No” 

“Bucky sit down” 

Bucky lingered a little longer before giving in, pulling out the chair across from Sam “You better start talking Sam” 

“I will, under one condition you don't interrupt me and know I only didn't tell you because Steve made me promise”

Bucky nodded so Sam started “One of the last time’s i went to visit Steve, he told me something that only he, Fury, Stark and of course y/n knew. It wasn’t in any of her files for good reasons, it was only needed to know per situation information, that's why he didn’t tell you. He knew you were recovering, you were bettering yourself and this would have held you back, he told me he knew y/n would tell you when she was ready” He paused “What do you know about the night she disappeared?”

Still a scowl on his face he responded “That Peggy told her about Steve, after the funeral she just disappeared. Steve told me she fell asleep by our spot, that she just woke up and it was 2012, the ground absorbed her or something, right?”

Sam shook his head “She didn’t fall asleep Buck”

“What do you mean she didn't fall asleep? So Steve lied to me?”

“Bucky, she died”

Bucky stood up, his chair flying back “What do you mean she died? So she's a ghost?! Stupidest thing i've ever heard!” He was pacing now. “Why’d they lie to me!” He slammed his fist down on the table making Sarah jump in the kitchen 

“She committed suicide” Sam wanted to break eye contact with Bucky because now he knew what you meant when you told him how Bucky’s ocean eyes would suck you in like a whirl pool, and Sam was drowning trying to get out as they filled with water

Bucky shook his head “No, no, no why would she do that Sam? Did he say why she would do that, my girl wouldn’t do that, she, she — “

“She lost both of you Buck, she lost you then she lost Steve. You two were all she had, man. There were no bodies to bury, she never got closure. Can't imagine what she was feeling” 

Bucky walked over taking a seat on the couch, he had millions of questions that he was scared to ask since the answer to his last one was weighing him down he was sure this was one he’d never be able to get off his shoulders. 

“Steve said they ran tests and they were never able to find out how she was resurrected but there assuming it had to do with her powers there was no other logical explanation” 

Bucky nodded, as silence took over for a brief moment, the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Till Bucky jumped up off of the couch “She lost Steve”

“We all lost Steve”

“No you dont get it” Bucky ran his hands down his face “She lost Steve, and I - fuck, im so stupid. I wasn't thinking, ``I gotta call her Sam, this is bad, do you think she w-would do it again?”

“Woah Buck, slow down” Sam was standing now “What are you talking about?”

“I told her I needed time, Sam, she gave me the ring back, we broke up. She lost me then she lost Steve” 

“Did Steve know?”

“Of course he knew, he told me i was stupid, i am stupid”

“He knew, that's why he told me, he knew she was gonna lose both of you all over again” Sam’s eyes widened “That was her on the phone, she told me she was proud of me, she was saying goodbye Buck” 

“Well, call her back!” Bucky shouted 

“I tried it goes straight to voicemail”

“She called me” Bucky whispered “A day ago, she didn't say anything but I could hear her, then she just hung up” he paused “What if she already…”

“Don't say it Buck, she's not, she can't be” 

“We gotta go now, we gotta go to her place and kick her door down!” Bucky was already walking to the door

“48 hours ago a single lightning strike hit a 100 year old tree in the park” Sam blurted out 

Bucky froze he knew exactly what he meant, and he knew exactly what you were doing when you did that “She let me go” he whispered, wiping the tear that escaped before turning around “She was letting me — us go” his voice cracked 

“Do you know where else she could have gone? 

“Hey guys?” Sarah spoke from the kitchen “I hate to interrupt but you might wanna see this”

Both men entered the kitchen staring at the TV as Spiderman was on a video call with a news reporter but with his mask off. 

“Just the truth.” Spiderman spoke 

“Oh sure.” Jameson rolled his eyes 

“I thought he wore a mask for a reason?” Bucky questioned

Sarah's eyes widened “You two missed a lot while you were fixing that damn boat, they revealed his identity just some kid named Peter Parker from queens” she shrugged

“The truth is, that this is all my fault. I accidentally brought those

dangerous people here”

“Well, he admits it!”

“And if those people are watching, just know that I really did try to help you. I mean, I could have killed you -“ Peter says before holding up some weird box, Bucky and Sam look at each other briefly before Peter starts talking again “At any given moment. But I

didn’t. Because my Aunt May taught me that everyone deserves a second chance. And that’s why I’m here”

“And where is “here” exactly?”

“A place that represents second chances” He turns the camera slightly and you can see him at the top of the statue of liberty, as the camera turns back around for a brief second Bucky and Sam could have sworn they saw you before the camera turned back fully on Peter. 

“Did you see that?” Bucky asks

Sam nodded “She did promise Stark she’d watch out after Spiderman, and if Peter is Spiderman shes gonna watch out after him to” 

“The Statue of Liberty?! Good God, folks, he’s about to destroy another national landmark”

“But world, if you’re watching–“

“Believe me, the world is watching–“ 

“Wish me luck. Your friendly neighborhood SpiderMan could really use some.”

Peter’s video ends, Bucky turns to Sam “Do you have his phone number?” 

“When i became Captain America they auto synced phone numbers in my phone, i'm not sure” Sam reached in his pocket

“Well check!” Bucky groaned

“What the hell do you think i'm doing?!” He started scrolling through his contacts “At least we know she’s alive”

“Yeah but not safe, what bad guys, plural might I add, is he talking about?”

“I got it, i found it” He turned his phone around to show Bucky ‘Spiderman’ 

Bucky ripped the phone out of Sam’s hand and hit call puting it to his war

“What the hell man, that's my —“

Bucky put his finger up “Put y/n on the phone”

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Title: Across the Multiverse, I Follow You

Plot: Bucky's relationship ends terribly, and with Steve gone, all he wants is her love back. He goes to Wanda and the Darkhold for help.        

    The break up was traumatic enough. Wanda can’t figure out why James would want to subject himself to the possibility of this happening again. And then she thinks about the fact that Steve is long gone, Tony, Natasha, too, and perhaps James and the redhead may have ended up together. Wanda’s certain they at least fucked a handful of times. It’s clear now why James would come to her. He felt he had nothing left to lose. She can sympathize, staring a few seconds at the tips of her blackened fingers.

            “She told me she couldn’t look at you anymore, last we spoke.”

            “And when was that?” Bucky asks calmly, closing his eyes and waiting for the answer.

            “Does it matter?”

Bucky sighs, “She still talks to you, doesn’t she?”

Wanda only offers him silence, shrugging and smiling maliciously.

            “And doesn’t want me to know.”

Wanda finally nods.

“If I do this, it may be no different in any other universe…She may even hate you in all of the other ones…why not let me send you to one where your best friend is still alive?” Wanda cocks her head to the side, stepping a little closer to the soldier, eying him curiously. He glares into the distance a moment.

“If she finds out I’m doing this for you, she will hate me, too. Then what will you do?”

“Well, will you help me just for now? Please?”

“Even if she wants nothing to do with you in the other verses?”

            “…It’s a risk I’m willing to take. I figure if I’m in a world with her not hating me, Steve could be there, too,” he explains. The sudden giddy excitement in his ocean gaze reminds Wanda of something she has felt many a time before, what everyone else thought she was. Insane. She wasn’t thinking about the consequences. She knew what she wanted. Bucky knew what he wanted.

            “Do you get the dreams, too?” Wanda asks.

            “You mean, dreams where she’s still in love with me, and I haven’t fucked everything up? Yeah. Every single night," he explains, his shoulders falling with visible despair. He’s not so strong anymore, she thinks. Not that he’d have been a match for her, should he have become violent. He’s broken, compared to what she used to see in him in their hey day.

            “It won’t be real, until I can find a way to get to the multiverse permanently…it’ll feel very real, and I’ll keep you under as long as you want. But just know, you will eventually wake up. Even my magic won’t keep your consciousness there forever. It has other things it needs to address that even magic cannot keep it from.”

Bucky nods, sitting cross legged on the hard stone floor. He decided before he came to Wanda that he doesn’t care about the consequences. He’d hit rock bottom. There was nowhere left to go.

            “I’m ready,” he says, looking up at the witch desperately.

            “How long do you want to stay under?”

            “As long as you can hold it.”

He sees red emanating from her hands, and it sears at first, in his chest, in his eyes. He groans in some agony, wondering if instead Wanda has decided to kill him. He’d have been fine with that, personally. But Wanda disappears suddenly, and he’s walking around somewhere…no, floating…he can hear laughing. His own voice. He’s talking to someone.

            “Mage?” His voice is only an echo when he hears it, like it’s reverberating off of empty space. And he sees himself then, chasing a chocolate Labrador around the couch, Mage’s voice laughing somewhere nearby.

            “He won’t sit still! We’re gonna have to take him to the vet—”

            “Bucky, he’s gonna run down the hall!” Mage’s laughing makes his heart warm. He’s still floating above the two of them, and when he sees himself running out of the door after the dog, a pill clasped in his shiny fingers, he follows. In the hallway, it’s oddly dark, but he can still see himself running after the dog. More like an aura of gold light. It surrounds his figure. He pauses in the hall, the dog running into the kitchen. The soldier pauses in his floating, too.

            “James?” Mage calls from the other room, “…think his food is a good method!”

He can’t focus on Mage’s voice, even though he just wants to turn around and run to her. He focuses on his body, down below, looking about, wondering who’s following him. And then he races forward, as soon as Mage starts into the hallway. The impact of merging into his body causes him to fall back, land ass down on the floor.

            “James? Holy fuck, are you okay? Where’s the flea pill?”

Mage runs to him, having turned the light on in the hallway.

            “I, uh, d-dropped it. Yeah, I’m okay. Just—just tripped a second running after that little booger,” he explains, laughing. He knew that if he didn’t stay in character, Mage would get suspicious. He had long missed her eyes, the warmth of her embrace.

            “I love you,” she says, wrapping her arms around him, “You sure you’re okay?”

            “Y-yeah, babe.”

He stands hastily, wrapping Mage up in his arms. He can’t help but break out in tears, silently, clutching her so that her feet have left the ground. She starts giggling as he holds her.

            “Are you okay?” she asks again, attempting to finally peel him off of her. He gazes down at her, and she looks concerned at the fat tears rolling down his cheeks.

            “You’re scaring me, James…what’s wrong with you? Did you get hurt?”

He picks her up again and carries her into the living room, sits on the couch, just holding her.

            “Bucky…?”

            “I love you,” he whispers.

Her hands massaging his shoulders is the most inviting affection he had ever received. Suddenly, he feels a pulling, like someone is trying to force him out through a door. This mental image keeps appearing, until all he begins to see is scarlet.

            “No! No—please—let me stay!”

            “James?” Mage’s worried eyes somehow break his heart all over again.

            “You can’t stay—someone is coming,” Wanda explains. It takes a few more seconds of blinking before he realizes he’s still sitting the way he had been when Wanda performed her magic on his mind. She is kneeling to his height. He begins to sob.

            “Why didn’t you just leave me?”

            “Because you have to hide,” she explains.

Everything around him gradually loses its crimson and begins to appear more…real. He had lost touch with reality. Wanda’s hands suck all the red out of the wasteland around her to sow a series of trees full of life. When she finishes her work, and turns to find him still sitting there, she glares.

            “You need to leave now. If you come back, I can help you again, but you need to leave.”

As he stands with shaky legs to make himself scarce, little does the soldier know that the person coming to see Wanda is the same person who would stop her.

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this is gonna be my condensed thoughts/feelings as I finally catch up to the most current chapter in bs:a!

@darke15 you’re a genius and I luv youuuu

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I had to make a new ao3 account after my computer denounced the website 😂😂

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Okay so from chpts 65-69 I’m high key sweating every two minutes lol

The lying Ghost had to do was insane!! Girl was doing cartwheels dodging Bucky’s questions to the point I was so stressed! I feel so bad for them—I can’t imagine the pain of wanting to share something but knowing the repercussions and fear of the outcome.

But so much good/yummy fluff and smut was weaved through so I’m happy haha

“Did you fuck Captain America?”

“Did you fuck the Winter Soldier?”

^ honestly has to be one of my favorites 😂 I was squealing lmaoo

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*this next part is dedicated to chpt. 70. And only chpt. 70.*

Exc-UUUSE MEEEE?! Did you wake up and decide on violence, Darke?! I’m IN TEARS. AGONY. DANNY OH MY GOD. I CANT DO THIS. I REFUSE. NO. NOO. NOOOO.

Wow goddamn if that hurt me I can’t imagine how much that hurt you when you wrote this scene. I mean Danny?!? Babes I’m withering in pain, full tears.

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Chpt 71. What in the HELL IS GOING ON. So many people are getting hurt?! Dune, my loves. The whole team. I’m terrified for this chapter.

Oh my god Wraith is throwing Ghost under the bus as a HYDRA sleeper agent 🫣 what is HAPPENING RN

OKAY NOW WAIT HOLD ON WHAT THE FUKKK

DARKE

My GOD. WTFF.

Ollie?!? OLLIEEE

I was trying to be coordinated when doing this reaction post but NO WAY. NO WAYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!

He’s—! And I’m just—!

Oliver why—!

oh for the love of god 💀 I’m not strong enough for this

I have to say that Wraith being Ollie was a twisty twist I did NOT plan for. Now that he’s been revealed oh — I see it. Like I reread a quick scene from the early flashbacks and it does make so much sense. He and Ghost had some turbulence <literally lol> but I still am blown away. He’s got such a wild anger towards Ghost.

But now some serious concerns. What in the hell, Ollie?? Like he’s pretending to act like Danny?! BRO THAT IS MESSED UP.

Kinda glad it wasn’t Danny, tbh?? Maybe I’m crazy but I freaking love that man so much. His character and Ghost have been through so much that I’d hate that for them. Plus I picture Oscar Isaac for godsakes I can’t imagine him as my villain I’m sorry 😭😂

…………………. nOw HoLd Up Is DaNnY aCtUaLly DeAd

OH. OH NO. OH NO. NO NO. NOW THE FLASHBACK IS HURTING ME EVEN MORE.

*I took a week long break from reading after that 😭😭😂*

{but also realizing Origins is going into Danny and Ghost so… compromise? *crying continues*}

So, I’m back. Not refreshed — I’m thoroughly feeling bamboozled and stunned by Oliver. Man, he had me fooled 😔

Chpt. 72-73 wowowowow!!!

Bucky is so heartbroken ugh. Again. The lies and deceit have wounded him so deeply I hope he can recover when the truth comes out about Ghost and her working with Aftermath and Dune/Alpha Two…

These snippets into Oliver’s anger and planning is so terrifying. But that’s also a compliment haha. These scenes are so well done I want to punch him. Like real bad. This was supposed to be their friend and coworker Ollie! Not Ollie the Hydra lover 😭

Murder!Ghost is coming out to play 👀 !!

But on a serious note, Ghostie needs a break or she’s gonna snap. All that trauma and pain, without time to heal and process, would make any person crumble. I really hope not but she needs a break. Pronto!

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Chpt 74, oh how I loved this!! So The Big 🍎 finally knows the truth. And he’s nice and possibly not surprised about Reader being Ghost. Love him. Love him and Boone. God I hope Bucky won’t hate Ghost too much after this!! [also screaming how cute Boone and Steve are *cries in single*].

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Chpt 75: I love how you write these team dynamics. Like they’ve been through the worst things imaginable and they still got each other’s backs. Now that’s my found family!!!

The heartbreaking realization [again] of what damage had been done to Olympus and the surrounding area is wild. Having Ghost describe it through her eyes was agonizing. Everything being rubble and yet the memorial stone is standing tall... oof the image :( but at least Turner and the family are alive!!

“If Ollie wants to play the hero, I’ll give him a villain.”

-- ABSO-FREAKING-LUTELY YESS. This gave me chills ahhhh 

[OO and Novak ditching Wraith?! WHAT IS GOING ON]

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 Chpt. 76!

I know Bucky is going through it right now, but at least he realized Ghost loves him. And the slight doubt about Ghost being ‘hydra’ is giving me life. Slowly but surely the team is finding this odd, but I’m glad Clint is thinking it through. This web that Ollie created is so insane and I can’t wait for the truth to come out!

Even though the next scene showed a badass machine that Ghost can be (and nearly terrified Bucky again *le sigh*) I have hope this will turn around haha. *sweating intensifies*

Plus, even though the whole Stark Tower/Avengers group was in panic during Ghost’s takedown of Wraith’s base in Kabul, I was thoroughly enjoying that scene <3 Badass Ghostie is fun!

Also Bucky still calls New Eden his ‘home’ so that’s a win, bro!

Ollie calling Ghost an “impulsive psychopath”... boy, please. We need him to look in the mirror hahaha.

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So... um... chpts 77-78: 

well holy hot damn. I ALMOST HAD A HEART ATTACK. Ain’t nobody touching Amma. No. I’d throw hands, I’m sorry haha. Girly, you had me going nuts like Ollie hurt Amma oh my goodddddddd! Boone was so sweet to get Amma the hell out of dodge. I love her with my whole heart, ugh! Ghost’s reaction to Amma being missing then reuniting with her had me teary ngl

Ghost’s internal monologue in Medellín about the team and who’s bullet holes did those belong to was so heart wrenching. Her panic attack?! Holy crap, my heart hurts so badly for her. All Ghost’s trauma and pain is really coming to a head with all of this stress and it’s making me so sad to see Ghost hurting like this.

“If she’d fought so hard to get away from them, Bucky could get her back”

—> hell fucking yes!

The chaos! Bucky loves Ghost, wants to find Ghost, but is going to make it worse if he does because of Oliver’s ties to the Avengers….. ugh a month went by and I feel like he’s slowly loosing faith in her *cries*

AND YESSSSS THE WEDDING OF THE CENTURY IS GONNA HAPPEN!!!! Jack and Duke are getting married!!!!!!!!!!!! 🥹😭❤️💕

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Ahhhhaha! Chpt 79:

I am sobbing. This was so perfect and lovely. I needed this. We all needed this. Darke, you needed this. I feel like I fell in love with these characters all over again. What Ghost said during the ceremony had me weeping. And when Danny is brought up, I’m also crying very sad tears lol. 🥹💕

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*side note: the way you write peter and sam are exceptional! I can really hear their voices come alive <3

** side note 2: just a general declaration that Sam Wilson needs a love interest moving forward in the MCU... like they’re missing out on this man and I’ll fight Marvel haha 😂😂

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Yikes! It seems my BA in Communications is not paying off 😂 what a messy reaction post lmao. I cannot communicate to save my lifeeeeee

@darke15​, I can’t properly explain how much this whole series has me in a chokehold. You are a phenomenal writer and storyteller!! Seriously I’m always in awe what that brain creates 🖤 thank you for all that you do, lovely!! 

~gigi💕

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#5

Jesus Christ, the gut-punch of knowing Johanssen would have to literally eat her dead crew mates to survive if something went catastrophically wrong hits every single time I read this book. I wish we got more from the crew’s POV because how do you live with that knowledge? These are your friends, your family, and you have to reconcile that with the fact that, should it come to that, they’ll give up their lives for you. And you’ll have to eat them. That’s not even factoring in the possible romance for her and Beck, Jesus fuck. What a wonderfully horrific detail to get thrown into this book and then never mentioned again

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#4

battlefield ballads

(greek warriors x epic quest)

Steve and Bucky both hail from a small village outside of Athens, both of them now soldiers in the Athenian army. They’ve loved one another for most of their lives, and that love is what gives them strength on the battlefield. Steve is also a son of Athena, making him an expert strategist and capable leader, and he’s risen through the ranks quicker than most because of his growing renown.

When an ancient evil — long thought to have been killed by an equally ancient hero — rises from the depths of Tartarus to terrorize the land, Steve and Bucky lead an army against it. The creature is driven back, but in the struggle, Steve is struck down and turned to stone. Bucky is the only one who believes he can be saved, and he sets out on a quest to find a cure, a quest that will bring him face to face with gods and monsters alike.

It may turn out that Bucky isn’t as mortal as he’s always thought…

for @lemonade-boy who gave me a very fun prompt! I hope this kinda fits what you asked for

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#3

Bucky in gold

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#2

Steve in silver

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