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#bucky barnes fan ficiton
duuhrayliegh · 2 years
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hi y’all! i’m ray and i’m glad that you’re here. i’m still learning how to do this writing thing, so if you enjoy my works please let me know!
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lucky-bucky-boy · 7 months
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the bucky fic ive been working on has taken waaaaayyyyy longer than anticipated, and it's most definitely going to end up longer than i planned.
ill be taking a break from the fic to work on the asks in my inbox tonight, but in the meantime here's a sneak peak of the fic
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steves-on-a-plane · 4 years
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Waiting For You
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Words: 1597 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Timeline: Not Specific Request: “Omg u are taking requests? Can you write something about Bucky being readers boyfriend and she is just waiting for him to propose they have been together for yearssss and yearsss.” - Anon Summary: Bucky and Reader have been dating for seven years, but after dropping hints about wanting to get married for nearly a decade, Reader has finally accepted that it may not be in the cards for her and Buck. 
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You’d  tried dropping hints over the seven plus years that you’d been dating Bucky. They were subtle at first. One time you left a stack of bridal magazines on the coffee table for a week to see if he said anything. Another time You started a conversation asking about which two colors he thought went best together. But over time the hints got less subtle. You talked about how nice your sister’s wedding was and how you couldn’t wait for your own special day. You’d read your friend’s Facebook posts aloud and talk about how they all seemed to be having kids. Every attempt seemed to go unnoticed.
“What are we watching tonight?” Bucky yawned as he snuggled up close to you on the couch. It was time for your weekly movie night and it was your turn to pick the movie.
“Twlight; New Moon.” You said pressing play on the remote. You draped a blanket across you and Bucky as movie started.
“The vampire movie?” Bucky sighed. “Didn’t we watch already?”
“Not this one.” You laughed. “There’s five of them.”
“Five!” Bucky complained. Alright well what happens in this one?”
“You’d know if you stopped talking.” You scolded him. You yawned and leaned against Bucky, your head resting on his chest. After only ten minutes Bucky had more questions.
“So Bella’s upset because she’s getting older and Edward is not? The dude’s 109!” Bucky exclaims pointing at the TV. He starts playing with a lock of your hair, twirling the strand around one of his fingers.
“But he looks seventeen.” You pointed out.
“That dude does not look seventeen!” Bucky argues. “Where’s my phone? I’m gonna Google how old this guy was.” Bucky strained to reach for his phone that was resting far away on the coffee table. He couldn’t quite reach with you laying on him. You handed him your phone without taking your eyes off the screen. “Ah-ha! I knew it!” He remarked a half-second later. “My dude was twenty-three when this movie was made.”
“Okay, but that’s not the point.” You sighed. “From Bella’s perspective, Edward doesn’t want to change her into a vampire at all. She’s thinks he is just going to stay with her until he she is too old for him and then he’d leave and move on. For Bella, it’s only ever going to be Edward, but she’s afraid that she will only ever be an insignificant blip in his life.”
“Why would she think that?” Bucky asked.
“Well, you’re missing the entire set up to the plot.” You whispered to him. “So please be quiet.”
As the movie played on Bucky eventually settled down and watched the movie. You were tired from the long day you’d had. You felt your eyelids grow heavy around the half-hour mark. You struggled to stay awake at first, New Moon was your favorite of the Twilight movies. But the security and warmth from being held in Bucky’s arms had you drifting off to sleep.
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Two months past and you’d all but forgotten about that night. Your movie marathon had moved on from the Twilight saga and onto Harry Potter.  You’d given up on dropping even completely obvious hints about getting married too. You’d been together for seven years, at this point either Bucky was going to propose to you or her wasn’t. You were through with trying to force it to happen. It was the morning of your birthday and Bucky surprised you with breakfast in bed.
“Eat up!” He instructed. “I’ve got a full day of activities planned for us!”
“What kind of activities?” You asked, offering him a waffle.
“I already ate.” He waved the food off. He sat on the bed next to and leaned back on his pillow. He kicked his feet up and started listing off activities. “Let’s see, Breakfast in bed was first on the list, so check. Then I was thinking you might enjoy kicking my butt at a few rounds of Luigi kart…”
“It’s Mario Kart.” You snorted, trying not to choke on your food.
“Yeah, but I like Luigi better and there aren’t enough games named after him.” Bucky told you.  “So, we’re a Luigi Cart family in this house.”
“Okay.” You humored him. “And what are our plans after Luigi Cart?” ‘”I thought maybe we could go to the mall, do some shopping and eat at that restaurant you’re always trying to get me to go to but it’s closed on Sundays.”
“I can’t help it that the Chick-Fil-A curse means I only crave it on Sundays!” You exclaimed.
“Then after that I thought we could just come home and relax and snuggle. It’s been awhile since we’re spent the day just the two of us together.” He said.
“That sounds great, Bucky.” You agreed.
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The day went mostly as Bucky described. You played Mario Kart for about two hours before heading to the mall. At the mall, Bucky was great about letting you drag him through all of your favorite stores. With your boyfriend’s arms weighed down with shopping bags, you took a break for lunch at Chik-Fil-a. A fast food restaurant that Bucky usually told you charged way too much for a food as cheap as chicken. Once you were all shopped out, Bucky drove you home.
“Just leave the bags in the car.” Bucky told you as he stepped out of the car. “I’ll cary them in later. I wouldn’t want my gal to lift a finger on her special day.” Bucky swoops in and kisses you before putting an arm around your shoulder.
“So movie night next?” You asked.
“Sure.” Bucky nodded. “But first, close your eyes.”
“Close my eyes? Why would I…”
“Humor me, please?” He asked.
“Alright.” You squeezed your eyes shut and let Bucky guide you into the house.
“SURPRISE!” You opened your eyes to see that Bucky had secretly put together a surprise party for your birthday. The house was decorated with streamers and balloons in lilac, your favorite color. There was a large six tire cake on display in the dining room, it too had lilac colored frosting and all of your friends were there, ready to celebrate the day with you.
“Wow! Thank you everyone!” You reached out and held Bucky’s hand. Parties or large gatherings weren’t really his thing so it meant a lot to you that he was willing to endure such a stressful envirement just for your birthday. “Thank you for putting this together.” You said, kissing him on the cheek.
“This is just the beginning, Babe.” Buck promised. “You guys hungry?” Bucky asks the crowd of Avengers around you. They reply with encouraging “Whoop-Whoop!”s and “Yeah!”s.
“We just ate lunch.” You frowned. “I don’t know how much more I can eat.”
“We’ll start with dessert then.” He said leading you into the dinning room. Bucky instructs everyone to gather around the table and with Steve’s help he removed the top layer of the cake. It is the smallest and probably only about four servings of cake.
“Do you remember a few months ago when we watched all of the Twilight movies?” He asked you. You nodded in response. “Well, those movies really got me thinking about something. Most of my adult life I’ve only ever seen myself as a monster. I thought I was destinted to be damned and I sure as hell didn’t think I’d ever catch the eye of a dame half as great as you.” Bucky reach out so that he was holding both of your hands in his. You were facing each other and looking directly into each others eyes.
“In a hundred life times, I’ll never understand how anyone so amazing could love me.” He continued. “And I don’t ever want my anxiety to get in the way of loving you. I don’t want to risk losing you because I was too afraid to let you know how I really feel. Happy Birthday [Y/N].” He sealed the birthday wish with a kiss.
“Thank you, Buck. No candles?” You teased him as you sized up the beautifully decorated but candle-less cake. Bucky didn’t comment as he handed you an ornamental cake knife. “Did you buy a cake knife just for this?” You asked him.
“It’s ours!” Clint shouted from where he stood in the back of the dining room with one arm holding his wife Laura close to him. “Think of it as something borrowed.” He told you cryptically. Holding the cake knife carefully you cut into the cake. You cut a small quarter out of the cake and slid the wedge out.
“I need a plate.” You laughed, completely missing the small silver object glistening inside the cake. “And a fork.” You added as Steve held up an empty plate to you.
“We’ll get you a fork later.” Bucky said. He takes the plate out of your hands and set the piece aside. “This wasn’t how I thought this was going to go but…” Bucky stuck his fingers inside the cake and seemed to dig something out of it. You couldn’t help but gasp when he produced a silver ring with a sapphire set atop it. “Something new, and blue.” He commened before lowing himself to the ground. “[Y/N] [Y/L/N], I’m sorry I made you wait so long, but will you make me the happiest mna on the planet and marry me?”
“I literally thought you would never ask.” You told him. You dropped down onto the ground so that you were kneeling next to him and threw your arms around his neck.
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wienerbarnes · 4 years
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So Good at Being in Trouble
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Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Cheek to Cheek)
Word Count: 1,147
Warnings: kissy kissy stuff, b00bie stuff, nothing TOO explicit, but I'll give it a lil 18+ just in case
A/N: a good one I wrote before writing like two more one shots with angst LOL (just to clarify though, I always end happy, no matter how much angst ok so dw)
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It’s 5:32 in the morning when Bucky kisses you, sweet, wet lips press against yours, warm from sleep throughout the night and content with having your lips being the first thing they touch this early morning.
The two of you don’t really have… a label. You hate that; like you’re fruit that’s missing a barcode sticker. You two have a lot of sleepovers, where a lot of kisses are shared, as well as cuddles and laughs and whatever other sweet things the two of you desire.
Nobody knows. It was the one thing you asked of Bucky, when he asked when he could take you out on a date or dance with you around the tower, etcetera.
“I’m, like, really fucked up, Bucky. I don’t even think I’ve ever had a good experience with a man, let alone a full relationship. I - I don’t really know what I’m doing, all I know is that I trust you, and you’re my best friend, and I like kissing you… a lot.”
So that’s where the two of you remain. No explicit labels, though Bucky expressed that he was exclusive to you, the whole you’re gonna be the only one for me, no matter if people know or not spiel. Just you and Bucky. That’s label enough for you.
You’ve gained a little more confidence around him, initiating a lot of the kisses between you two since then. Except for this morning, when he woke you up with kisses trailing up your neck and behind your ear, before they finally reached their destination of your soft lips.
Bucky leans on his forearms and slips more comfortably on top of your body, your knees bent up near his shoulders as he rests in between your legs. Your hands run up and through his hair and he softly groans against your mouth; you slip your tongue in as the opportunity presents itself.
Wet, spit-slicked tongues slide together as the two of you make out in your bed, the tower beginning to awaken as some of the early risers begin their days, but you and Bucky couldn’t be bothered.
His hand slips down to caress the thigh against his body; he doesn’t look but he imagines the way your tattooed leg looks wrapped around his waist, toes curled inside your orange socks. Your leg is bare and you’re in your underwear, purple with black hearts and spiderwebs around the front and, again, he doesn’t look, but he’s aware of the two cartoon spiders printed on the ass of your cotton underwear.
He wants to laugh at the thought, but he can’t bring himself to do so when your tongue is so hot against his and your quiet whimpers flow into his mouth. His concentration is focused on the way you have one hand curled in his hair and the other gripping the back of the neck of his t-shirt. Your back arches and your chest is pressed against his as his mouth suckles on your tongue before releasing and diving right back into kissing you.
A badly timed phone call - and how unfortunately timed it is - interrupts the two of you as Bucky reluctantly pulls away, licking his lips to savor the taste of you. He rolls on his back to reach for his ringing phone on the nightstand and glances at the caller ID - Big Bird - before tapping the green circle and bringing the phone to his ear.
“Barnes,” He answers as he stares up at you, now that you’ve straddled his lap, his hands raising to rest on your hips, his fingers tightening where they sit as you stare down at him with a hungry look in your eyes. And boy are you starving.
You’ll be shocked if Bucky can’t feel how wet you are through your underwear. It makes you a little nervous, mostly because he’s also in his underwear, so there’s not too many layers left between you two. And from what you can feel, the serum has done him very good and you are very lucky. I think the last time I was this wet was when Sam made me swim laps last week.
“Hey, man. I’m not sure if this is really important -” You lean your head down and take Bucky’s ear lobe into your mouth, tongue warm and wet on his skin as goosebumps erupt down his neck. You hear Bucky suck in a breath at the feeling of your teeth dragging against his lobe.
“Wilson, this better be the most important phone call you’ve ever made in your life.” Bucky replies, voice coming out breathy as your lips move lower down his neck, sucking hard and soft, licking, kissing, even leaving little bites in your wake.
“There’s this case that came up… it’s not really being handed to us because Sharon didn’t think it was anything, she sent it off to the FBI, but I don’t know, it just feels like there could be something there. I was thinking you and I could go check it out, make a call when we see the scene and hear what’s going on,” Sam rambles on.
Bucky’s not listening, though. Around ‘FBI’ you sat up, hips pressing hard against his, and lifted your hands from his chest to grab the bottom of your oversized shirt and lift it up and over your head, exposing your bare chest to the soldier beneath you. Bucky learned three things in that moment: one, that you don’t sleep with a bra on; two, that you, at some point, got your nipples pierced; and three, that Sam’s voice is quite possibly the worst thing he could be hearing right now.
His jaw is open as Sam asks him if he can be at the tower in an hour to discuss the case before training with you later that morning. He watches as you bring his hand from your hip up to cup one of your breasts, a playful smile on your face and you just look like you’re asking for trouble.
“Might need to make it an hour and a half, Sam. You know, in case I catch morning traffic from my place to the tower.” His fingers moved a tad higher to pinch your nipple, his large hand groping your breast with a gentle roughness, and your smile disappears, moving to bite on your bottom lip instead, eyes never moving from his.
Bucky hangs up as soon as he can and quickly flips you over back onto your back, intertwining his fingers with yours and dragging them up above your head. He attaches his lips to your neck, kissing over the tattoo that lies there and makes his way lower and lower, until his lips meet the tiny metal bar pierced in your skin.
Through generous exploration, Bucky also learns that your moans are the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard.
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moondancewrites · 6 years
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Night Cap (Sequel to Lunch Break)
Pairing: Sebastian Stan/Reader
Warnings: Quite smutty/fluff
Author’s Notes: Sequel to Lunch Break, which can be found here 
Sebastian gently placed his hand on the small of your back as he led you into the elevator.  He pushed the button for his floor and the doors closed with just the two if you inside.  It felt like a scene out of a movie - the sexual tension was palpable.  You were almost afraid to look up at him; you didn’t know if you would be able to hold yourself back from pouncing on the poor guy.  Against your best judgement, you looked up at him through your lashes and found him looking at you.
“Hi,” he whispered, his lips turning up with a hint of a smile.
“Hi,” you replied with a little wave that you immediately regretted.  He chuckled.  At least you amused him, you thought.  You broke eye contact with him, staring at your shoes.  
Was this a good idea?  Probably not.  It was late.  You had to be up for work in a little over six hours.  You were slightly buzzed - but not buzzed enough to not know exactly what you were doing.  He didn’t seem to be the least bit inebriated.  That didn’t surprise you - he was quite a bit bigger than you.  A lot bigger, actually.  You liked that about him.  A lot.  You hadn’t slept with anyone in a little over a year and your body was very well aware of that fact.  You had lost track over the amount of times Sebastian made you feel flushed over the evening; over how many times he’d made you squeeze your thighs together or cross your legs.  And the thing about it was that he wasn’t overly sexual towards you.  In fact, he was a complete gentleman.  Yes, a flirty one, but still … he was sweet.  
Your eyes fixed on his shoes now.  He was tapping his foot.  Nervous tick?  Was he thinking about what you were thinking about?  Or was this something he did all the time?  You were positive that he could get any girl he wanted.  Not only was he a movie star, but he just had … something.  And he was gorgeous.  You wanted to look at him again, so you did just that.  He smiled at you, rubbing the back of his neck.
“So….” he started.
   “Top floor, huh?”
“What?” Sebastian shook his head, as if he were thinking about something else.  “Oh, yeah.  I used to live in the city and I loved looking out and seeing everything buzzing down below me.”
“You used to live here?” you asked.
“Mm-hmm.  But I was working so much over in LA that I decided to relocate.  But if this play works out, I think I may buy an apartment in the city again.  I miss it so much.”
“I can see why.  It’s very … alluring.”
“That’s a good word,” he replied, turning towards you.  His eyes looked into yours.  “Alluring,” he murmured, bringing his hand up to your face to brush your hair behind your ear.  He leaned in, his gaze moving to your lips as his hand moved down to your neck, gently pulling you closer.
Ding.  
“Really?” Sebastian said with a laugh of disbelief, dropping his hand and stepping back as the elevator doors opened into an empty hallway.  You couldn’t help but giggle; his laugh was infectious.  “Well … this is my floor.”
“Right.”  You nodded, clearing your throat and trying to regain your composure.  Just that almost-kiss was enough to send you reeling. “Good.”
“Come on.”  He took your hand and led you down the hall, taking his keycard out of his pants pocket and opening the door.  “After you,” he said, holding the door open.
“Well, aren’t you a gentleman?”
“Be sure to tell my mom about that,” he quipped.  You were about to respond with something witty when you became distracted by your surroundings.
“Wow,” was all you could come up with.  The suite he was in was huge - it was bigger than your apartment.
“Not too shabby,” Sebastian said with a grin.
“You can say that again.”  
“Not too shabby,” Sebastian repeated.  You glared at him.  “What?” He chuckled.  He took your hand in yours, leading you to the floor-length windows.  “This is the best part.”  Your jaw dropped, taking in the view of the city.
“Holy crap.”  He had an amazing view of Central Park.  “You aren’t kidding.”
“I never kid,” he whispered from behind you.  You could feel the heat from his body radiating against yours.  His hand moved to your waist, pulling you closer.  You bit your lip, muffling your gasp.
“Why do I not believe you?” you asked, looking back at him over your shoulder.
“You got me.” He beamed at you.
“Do I?” You turned to face him.  His eyes were darker now.  Maybe it was just the lighting, but it felt like something more.  You noticed his gaze move from your eyes to your lips and back again.
“Most definitely,” he murmured before grabbing your waist and pulling you against him.  His lips crashed against yours.  You gasped and he pulled back.  “I’m sorry,” he breathed, dropping his hands.  “Was that-”
You interrupted him, grabbing his neck and pulling him down into another kiss.  You felt his lips smile against yours and you smiled back when you felt his hands go back to your waist.  You brought your other arm behind his neck, pulling him even closer.  Maybe it had been a while, but just his lips were making your entire body light up.  You wanted more.  No, you needed it.  Your hand moved over his stubbled jaw as you opened your mouth to his, sliding your tongue into massage his.  Sebastian let out a low groan and you couldn’t help but moan against his lips.  He obviously liked that, pushing you up against the wall and pressing his body against yours.  The wall was cold against your back - a stark contrast to the heat radiating off of Sebastian’s body.
His grip on your waist was strong, but not too strong.  You felt his fingers press into your flesh through the thin fabric of your dress, moving up and down your sides as you explored one another’s mouths.  After a few moments, his lips left yours; his stubble scratching you in a delightful way as he kissed along your jawline and down your neck.  You turned your head to the side to give him more skin to kiss and when you opened your eyes you realized that the cold wall you were up against wasn’t a wall at all - it was the window.  The very big, very high up window.  
“Ah!” You shrieked, tightening your grip around Sebastian’s neck and hugging him to you.  You closed your eyes tight.
“What is it?” he asked, his breathing staggered.
“Big.  Window.”  You weren’t necessarily afraid of heights, but the fact that that was all that stood between you and the city gave you a bit of a fright.
“Oh.”  Sebastian chuckled and stepped back, bringing you with him.  You looked up at him and he was still laughing.  You hit his chest playfully.  “What?  It’s not going to break.  I’m not that strong.”  He pulled you closer, resting his forehead against yours.  “I’ve got you.”
The tone in his voice made your knees weak.  You were suddenly very grateful that he was holding onto you so tight.  “Yes.  You do,” you whispered, looking into his blue eyes.
“We can continue this somewhere else … if you want to.”  You answered him with a kiss.  You’d never wanted anything more.  “Where?” he whispered, brushing his lips against yours.
“Your bedroom?” you asked.  Sebastian’s fingers dug a little deeper into your sides.  You smiled at him.  He cleared his throat, licking his lips.
“That’s a good choice - No huge windows.”
“Oh?  That’s good, then.”  You winked at him and he chuckled, grabbing your hand and leading you down the hall.  
The bedroom was just as impressive as the rest of the suite.  A gigantic king-sized bed sat in the middle of the room with a duvet cover that looked like a marshmallow cloud.  The decor was tasteful - not too ornate.
“Better?” Sebastian asked from behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist.  He leaned in to kiss your neck right below your ear and your breath hitched in your chest - that was your weak spot.
“Much,” you replied, reaching behind to run your fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck.  It was as soft as it looked.
“Good,” he murmured against your skin, his lips continuing to explore.  “God, you smell good.”  It struck you then that you had forgotten to put on perfume.
“I’m not wearing anything.”  Sebastian froze and you dropped your hand to your side.  “I mean… perfume.  I’m not wearing any perfume.”  You turned to face him.  “I am wearing … other things.”
“Right.”  He gulped. His eyes flickered to your chest - it wasn’t the first time that night.  You were proud of your assets, but they definitely needed something to help make them look that good.  You felt the heat rising in your cheeks again and Sebastian’s hand followed, brushing the back of his knuckles across your cheekbone.  “You are so beautiful.”
“You’re sexy,” you blurted out.  You’d never just out and said it like that before - to anyone.  Your eyes widened in shock and Sebastian chuckled.
“Sexy, huh?”  His hands were on your waist again, gently rubbing up and down.  The friction would drive you nuts if he kept at it.
“Yes.”  There was no use denying it.  You’d said it.  And he knew it, too.  He was obviously very confident in the way he looked, but not in a cocky way.  It was just the way he held himself.  
“Well.”  He leaned in slowly, kissing your neck again.  “I think you,” he continued, brushing your hair back over your shoulder so he could kiss the other side of your neck.  “Are incredibly,” he kissed your jaw, his lips ghosting over your skin back to your ear before he whispered, “sexy.”  You gulped and he chuckled again, pulling back to look down into your eyes.  “I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you.”  
That did it.  Your entire body buzzed with desire at the sound of his rough voice saying those perfect words.  You pounced, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him deeply.  This time, Sebastian’s arms fully enveloped you, pulling you against his body.  One hand moved into your hair, running over the waves.
“I want you, too,” you murmured against his lips, moving your hand into his hair and tugging gently.
“Jesus Christ,” Sebastian groaned, pushing you up against the wall in his bedroom again.  You gasped and he smiled at you, diving in to kiss your neck.  “Don’t worry … no window.”
“I’m not worried,” you managed to get out out, looking up at the ceiling.  Sebastian braced himself against the wall and your hand moved to his arm, grabbing his bicep.  It flexed as he moved and you bit your lip.  God, his body was amazing.  You wanted to see more of it.  No, you needed to.  You placed your hands on his abdomen, pushing him back.
“Everything okay?” he asked.  He looked genuinely concerned.  “Too fast?”
You shook your head at him as your hand moved to the tie on the side of your wrap dress, undoing it and pulling it open.  Sebastian’s eyes widened.  “Jesus, Y/N …”
“Too fast?” you asked, smiling at him and biting your lip seductively.  He shook his head, his eyes moving down your body with a gaze that you swore nearly scorched your skin.  You had chosen wisely when it came to your undergarments that evening, apparently.  Can you ever go wrong with lace?  “Good,” you replied, grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him up against you again.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he growled before giving you a passionate, sensual kiss.  You felt his hard-on against your thigh and you smiled against his lips.  You started working on getting his shirt off and he pushed your dress over your shoulders, letting it fall at your feet.  
Finally, his shirt was off and you could see what you had been feeling against you the last few minutes.  His chest was big - but not too big.  His abs were perfectly sculpted into an 8-pack.  A seductive trail of dark hair started at his navel and disappeared under his nicely-fit slacks that were getting tighter in one particular area.  He was a specimen if you’d ever seen one.  You stared at his body, licking your lips.
“Come here.”  He pulled you against him, one hand moving up your back while the other moved down over your ass, gently squeezing you.  You moaned against his lips.  Apparently, you really liked that.  You weren’t aware of that fact before now.  He smiled and squeezed again.  This time, you bit his lip in response and he groaned, keeping his grip tight on your backside.
“You have too much on,” you mumbled breathlessly in between hot, sensual kisses that were making your panties feel more drenched by the second.  
“You’re right.”  You grabbed at his belt and started undoing it and he started kissing your neck again.  He kicked off his shoes and you kicked off yours.  His teeth grazed your skin, nipping at you gently before his tongue took their place, soothing you.  It was turning you on so much that you were fumbling with his belt.  “Need help?” he asked with a chuckle.
“If you weren’t kissing me like that, I’d have it done already,” you said playfully, looking up at him.
“Sorry,” he said with a little shrug.  He was most assuredly not sorry.  You got his fly down, finally, and then Sebastian took over, pushing his pants down to reveal white boxers.  They weren’t the extra baggy kind - they were almost boxer briefs.  Anyway, they were nice.  And now you could see his hips and that perfect, delicious V that was leading to exactly where you wanted to go.  Sebastian pulled off his socks, throwing them to the side.  “Better?” he asked, holding his arms out.
“Slightly,” you said with a shrug, smiling up at him.
“More?” he asked, grabbing the elastic waist of his boxers and snapping it against himself.  “Ouch.”  You couldn’t help but giggle and he chuckled back, leaning down to kiss you again.
“More,” you said against his lips, moving your hand to where his had just been.  You started to tug, but Sebastian stopped you.  You pulled back from him, looking up with consternation in your eyes.
“Uh-uh.  I think it’s your turn, sweetheart.”  Sweetheart?  You liked the way he said that, even if it was just playful.  
“Is it?” you asked, nibbling on your bottom lip and moving the strap of your light blue lace bra over your shoulder.  Sebastian’s eyes followed your hands as you repeated the motion with the other strap and ghosted your fingers over the thin lace covering your breast.  He licked his lips, his chest heaving when you reached behind you and undid the clasp, freeing your breasts.
“Wow,” he said quietly, almost in a whisper.  Normally, you were a bit shy about getting naked for the first time around someone, especially in a lit room.  But the way he was looking at you; the hunger in his eyes made all your fears wash away.  You felt powerful and sexy and like you had him wrapped around your pinky.  He was practically salivating.
“Yeah?” you asked, brushing your hair back behind your ear.
“Yes.”  He nodded, pulling you into him again.  The moment your naked breasts touched his chest, both of you let out a moan of pleasure.  One of his hands gripped your hip, holding you close while the other moved up your side to cup your breast in his hand.  His thumb brushed over your nipple and you were suddenly aware of how hard they were.  
Speaking of hard … You brushed your leg over his erection, earning a low groan from him.  He wrapped his arms around your waist and walked you backwards to the bed.  You felt the bed hit the back of your knees and Sebastian lowered you down, crawling on top of you as you moved back towards the pillow. He lay beside you, moving his hand up to your breast and kneading your skin gently as he kissed you like he needed you to breathe.  You wrapped your leg around his waist, pulling him closer.  His hand moved down over your panties, feeling the wet lace.
“You’re so wet,” he said, stroking you through the fabric and making you writhe beneath him in pleasure.  “And as much as I love these panties - and I do - they’ve got to go.”  You nodded, lifting your hips up so he could pull them off.  His hand moved back in between your legs, sliding two fingers into your folds to massage your clit.
“Sebastian,” you gasped.  Your body was on fire and that bundle of nerves that he was paying so much attention to made you feel like you were about to explode. You squeezed his shoulder harder when he moved his fingers down, inserting them as his thumb continued to toy with your clit, you gasped, “Ah!”
Sebastian’s lips were at your ear, nibbling your lobe before he said in a low, rough tone, “are you going to come for me?”
“Mmm,” you hummed, throwing your head back.  Sebastian smiled, quickening the pace of his fingers.
“Are you?” he asked again, this time nipping at your neck.  
“God, yessss.”  You could feel it building.  He was going to get what he wanted.  But then he slowed his pace again and you squirmed, grinding your hips up against his fingers to try and get that delicious friction back.  You felt him smile against your neck.  He was toying with you.  “Sebastian,” you whined.
“I love the way you say my name,” he said, kissing down over your collarbone and down to your breast.  You arched your back, pushing your breast up against him.  He smiled, licking your nipple before taking it between his teeth and gently biting down as he hooked his fingers inside of you, brushing up against your g-spot.
“Sebassstttiannnn,” you moaned, moving both of your hands into his hair and tugging.  He growled against you, quickening his pace again and pushing you over the edge.  You let out a loud moan as your body started to shake.  Sebastian groaned against your skin, kissing all over your breast.  His fingers left your body and you lay there, still shaking from the intense orgasm that swept over your entire body.  If he could do that with just his hands … God, you wanted more.
“Your heart is racing,” Sebastian said, kissing over where you were certain your heart was about to burst through your ribcage.  
“That was…” You pulled him up into a kiss, brushing your hand through his hair.  “The best orgasm I’ve had in a very, very long time.”
“That was nothing,” Sebastian said with a cocky little smile.  “Just previews.”
“Then I can’t wait to see the movie,” you replied.  Sebastian chuckled at you, bushing your hair back behind your ear.
“It hasn’t gotten too many negative reviews,” he quipped.
“Is that so?” you replied, raising an eyebrow at him.  He laughed.  “Well, now I have high expectations.”
“Shit… I’ve backed myself into a corner, huh?”
“Well …” You ran your fingers down his chest, back up to his neck and down again, “If you can make me come like that with just your fingers, then I’m pretty sure I’m going to like whatever comes next.”  You flattened your palm against his chest, pushing him onto his back.
“Whoa,” Sebastian said with a smile.  You moved your hand down over his abs, sucking in a breath as your fingers brushed over every ridge.  You didn’t want to leave them, but your hand moved down over his boxers.  Sebastian threw his head back, gulping hard as you gave his length a gentle squeeze.  He felt so thick - you had to see it.  You pulled his boxers down and when his erection sprang free your eyes widened.  He was definitely the biggest guy you’d ever been with.  You wondered if you could handle it.  You ran your fingertips over his length and he sucked in a breath.
You wanted to keep touching him, but you also wanted to know what he felt like against your tongue.  Without a word, you moved down and pressed a kiss to the tip.  “Fuck,” Sebastian groaned, gripping the comforter in his hand and twisting the fabric.  You kissed him again, this time sliding your tongue over him.  “Y/N …”
“I love the way you say my name,” you whispered before taking him in your mouth.  You were a tad rusty, but Sebastian didn’t seem to think so.  It only took a few minutes for him to come.  As he did, you watched his abs flex and listened to his staggered breathing as he moaned your name over and over.
“Fuck, that was amazing.”  Sebastian ran his hand through his hair, looking at you as you returned to his side.  “How did you do that thing with your tongue?”  You shrugged, smiling at him.  “Come here.”  He pulled you in for a kiss.
The two of you spent the next several minutes making out and exploring each others bodies with your lips and hands.  Sebastian was hard again in no time, pressing against your thigh as his body pushed you into the mattress.  
“I want you,” you breathed, nipping at his jaw.
“God, I want you, too,” he gasped, grabbing your leg and pulling it around his waist.
“Do you … have something?”  you asked.  Sebastian nodded, letting go of you and getting up.  You watched his firm backside as he walked over to his wallet on the dresser, taking out a condom.  For a moment, you wondered how long it’d been there.  A day?  A week?  More?  But you shook it off, focusing on now.  Tonight.  Him.  
He got on his knees on the bed beside you, tearing open the wrapper with his teeth.  
“Let me,” you said, taking it from him.  He smiled and nodded, moving to lie down on the bed.  He twitched in your hand as you rolled it over his cock.  You let go and he took you in his arms.  You gasped as he rolled you over onto your back.
“How do you want me?” he asked, kissing your neck and running his hand over your breast.
“Any way,” you replied, opening your eyes to look up into his.  They were still so blue, and yet so dark.  
“Any way?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.  You nodded, pulling him in for a kiss.  “We can start off simple,” he said, moving in between your legs, “ And then go from there.”  You nodded again, widening your hips to make room for him.  He settled in nicely, his hips pressing against yours.  “Ready?”  he asked, taking himself in his hand.  You nodded again.  “Y/N … tell me you’re ready for me.”
“I’m ready,” you breathed, grabbing him by the neck and kissing him again.  “Fuck me.”
“Jesus,” he growled, pushing into you.  You gasped, throwing your head back.   “You’re perfect.”  He felt perfect, too.  He stretched you perfectly and when he started moving, the friction was enough to drive you mad.  All four hands gripped and stroked whatever part of each other you could reach, kissing each other with reckless abandon as his pace steadied.  It felt so good and you didn’t want it to end, but you could already feel your orgasm starting in your toes.  You wrapped your leg around him, digging your heel into his ass.  “Y/N,” he moaned into your neck.  
“Sebastian,” you gasped, grasping at his back.  “Fuck, you feel so good.”
“I.  Don’t.  Ever.  Want to.  Stop.”
“Don’t,” you begged, kissing him passionately.  He grabbed your breast, rolling his hips deeper so he rubbed up against your clit every time.  “Ah!”  You threw your head back and your eyes rolled back into your head.  You were so close.  
“I’m gonna come,” he grunted, kissing your neck.
“Come for me,” you urged, pressing your forehead against his and looking into his eyes for a moment before he moved just the right way and made you toss your head back again.  “Fuck, Sebastian!  I’m coming.  Ah!”  You tightened your legs grip on him and you felt his body jerk against you.
“Fucckkkk,” he growled, thrusting into you hard and fast as he came, pushing you over the edge to join him.  You could feel your inner walls squeezing him as your orgasm washed over you in an awesome wave.  He pushed into you once more and then collapsed.  His body was heavy, but it felt perfect against yours.  He panted into your ear and you could feel his heart pounding against yours.  “Y/N …” he kissed your neck.  He pulled out of you and pulled off the condom, discarding it in the waste bin beside his bed.  He excused himself and when he came back and found you under the covers, he smiled and got in beside you, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you into him, giving you a little kiss before moving to nuzzle your neck.  You relished the way his stubble felt against your skin.  It was a little scratchy, but it felt so good.
“I really, really liked that movie,” you said, running your fingers through his hair.  Sebastian raised his head to look down at you and you smiled at him for a moment before you both started chuckling.  
“Yeah?” he asked.  You nodded, caressing his jaw with the back of your knuckles.
“Certified fresh,” you said.  Sebastian fell onto his back, laughing loudly.
“Y/N,” he said, trying to catch his breath.  “You’re just …”
“I’m …?” you asked, cuddling into his side.
“I don’t know the words yet … But they’re good.”
“Good?” you asked.
“Great,” he corrected, putting his finger beneath your chin and raising your lips to his.  “That was the best sex I’ve had in a long time.”
“Really?”  you asked.  He nodded and you laid your head on his chest, smiling when you felt his fingers start to brush your hair.  You felt yourself dozing off to sleep when your mind woke you up.  You sprang up.  Sebastian’s body jerked at your sudden move.  “What time is it?”
“It’s almost 2,” Sebastian said, rubbing your arm.  He had almost fallen asleep, too by the sound of his voice.
“Shit.”  You threw the covers off of you and started to get up when he grabbed your arm gently, sitting up beside you.
“Don’t go.”
“I have to.  I have to be up for work in four hours!  It’ll be three by the time I get home.”
“Orrrr…. You could stay here, fall asleep in my arms, wake up and we could maybe check out the sequel to what just happened?”  He looked so cute when he said that, shrugging and giving you a sweet smile.
“I want to, but I can’t …”
“Come on.  Spend the night and play hookey tomorrow.  I won’t tell if you won’t.”  He  leaned in and kissed you.  “Stay.”
“But … wasn’t this …”
“Wasn’t this what?” he asked.
“You know …. I thought since we just met and you might not be here for long …”
“Oh.”  Sebastian’s shoulders dropped.  “You thought …”
“It wasn’t?” you asked.
“I don’t really do one night stands,” Sebastian stated.  “I wasn’t planning on sleeping with you tonight, Y/N.  It just … happened.  And honestly, I’m not mad about it.”
“Oh.”  You couldn’t help but smile.  “Neither am I.”
“Good.”  He leaned in and gave you a soft, chaste kiss that almost turned you on more than a passionate one.  “Stay.”
“Okay.”  Sebastian smiled as you curled back against his body, putting your head on his chest.  “But I’ll have to wake up and call in sick … And we can’t really go out.”
“I’m keeping you in this bed all day.”
“Sounds good to me.”
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sassysebby · 7 years
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NEW SEBASTIAN STAN FIC
Hey guys!!! I started writing a new Sebastian Stan fic. It’s an AU so seb isn’t an actor or anything. However, I bring in a lot of elements from the casts characters in the MCU. I would be extremely grateful if you gave it a read! You can find it one wattpad under the name Dormrooms.
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ghostofasoldier · 10 years
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Apparition Chapter 14
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14:
The room is silent all of a sudden, my breathing hitching in my throat as I read the word:
'Terminated'
Over and over again. After several minutes I get up from where I'm sitting unable to look at the computer anymore. My body is trembling and I am beyond confused... My father ordered a hit on my mother for if she “failed.”? For as long as I could remember I've hated my father, even with my memory wiped that seemed to be the one thing that remained constant. I sigh silently as I stand up from where I'm sitting, I can't think about my father or my mother anymore. It just made me feel pure frustration, and there wasn't a thing I could do to fix it, they were dead, and it was too late. Instead I turn my attention to James, he is still in the kitchen, his body leaning against the counter top where he's making breakfast. At first glance everything seems normal, but when I take another step forward I realize something is off. He is frozen in place, his hands balled into tight little fists. He seems to be in a haze of some kind. He mumbles a number...
“32557038”
He mumbles the number over and over again... I may not have my memories, but I knew what that number meant... It was the same as the number on my pendant... the kind of number big organizations gave their members to make things easier to categorize. My number was provided by Hydra, but his number was provided via the army. When I read his file his number was the one is mumbling now. Was he remembering that this was his number? I wanted him to remember who he was, but this didn't seem like a memory... it seemed like something was hurting him. I take a deep breath before slowly making my way over to him. Usually people living with post traumatic stress disorder had triggers... but what was his? I don't want to get too close... I know that he's capable of hurting me, and that he could do it without meaning to.
“James?”
I whisper his name hoping that my voice will help center him. I want him to know that he is here in the now... and those things were apart of his past.
“James?”
I ask again when he doesn't open his eyes. I don't know what to do? What does one do when a person is suffering as he is. I take a step forward noting the sweat that began to form along his brow. I watch him unsure of what to do... My shaking hand reaches for his back. Slowly, my palm rests against his back which only seems to make him tense. He mutters the number again, but this time he sounds like he is pain... A faint whimper in his voice.
“Shh... James you're alright.”
I whisper as the tenseness of his body only seems to grow more frigid. I move my hand from his back, and instead move around him, my hands reaching for his face. Placing my hands on either side of his face his eyes seem to close a bit tighter. Before I even have a chance to say a thing he turns to face me, his body moving at lightening speed. His metal arm around my neck within seconds. He lifts me off the ground, his gaze is locked with mine, but there is no recognition. He didn't know who I was in this moment...
“Bucky...”
“... Bucky please.”
I beg as the room begins to get a bit fuzzy. Everything is drifting in and out of focus...
“James it's me Emilia. Please stop... you're here and you're okay. You don't need to fight me.”
I sound a bit hostile, because the longer he has hand wrapped around my neck the less conscious I feel. I gasp as his gaze intensifies, my hand struggles to pull his off of me, but nothing works. I try harder to think about what to do next. If my hands can't release me from his grip, then maybe my legs can. I try to kick him with all my might, and while I manage to kick his right side. The base of my foot collides with his rip cage. He falters slightly, but all I manage to do is piss him off when I hit him. He seems to hiss when I kick him again, this time I kick harder than the last. His eyes narrow and he clenches his teeth, his grip on my throat eases for a moment as he lets go. He lifts himself onto the kitchen island counter, guiding his body to straddle mine. He glares down at me as he pins my feet beneath him, and moves his hand back to my throat. He slams my head against the counter top, pain flickering through my head, causing me to gasp. Immediately tears move to my eyes as I look up at him, the man I've come to care for, the man I had an unknown history with was going to hurt me if I didn't get through to him. Once again the room around me is starting to go in and out of focus. I lock eyes with him, and with the little strength I have left, I yell.
“James”
I shout in hopes that he'll stop if I shout. It seems to work because he freezes in place when he hears me. He blinks a few times before looking around the room, at first he doesn't move from me. He is trying to recall everything that just happened. He stares down at me and a look of horror flickers across his face as he lets go. I cough the second his hand moves from me, he puts his hands up, and runs them through his hair, as tears enter his eyes. When he sees how our bodies are positioned he quickly moves away. My throat burns and tears move down my face. I was so afraid that I hadn't even realized I was crying...
“Emilia... I'm-I'm sorry.”
He states as he studies me, shaking his head in protest. He's angry with himself... so angry.
“shh...”
I whisper as I try to steady my breathing.
“... You're safe. Bucky it's okay, you warned me to stay away from you when you're having a moment, and I didn't listen.”
He sighs as he shakes his head once more.
“Emilia... I'm so sorry.”
He mumbles this as he looks at me. He is disoriented, and I can tell that he's frazzled from whatever he just felt. Whatever flashes of fear he'd experienced.
“Don't say your sorry James. It's okay.”
Fighting through the tears and the pain, I try to give him a smile. I want to get up and hug him, but I can't, after a few attempts he helps me up. When I do sit up he wraps his arms around me pulling his body up against mine. I hug him as tightly as I can, my head against his bare chest, still feeling a weak from everything that had just happened. I groan as soreness seems to spread through me.
“You know... You've got quite the grip on you.”
I say trying to make a little joke. I pull my head away from his chest, so I can look up at him. He doesn't laugh, but he does give me a small smile back.
“Please next time don't come near me... just let me have my moment. I really don't want to hurt you.”
I nod.
“Hey, from what I remembered this morning I'm very fierce.”
He nods leaning down to press his lips to mine. His lips go against mine softly, he is holding me like I'm a fragile vase. Like at any moment I could break underneath his touch. Which at this point is how I felt... I felt broken, and achy... everything hurt. How could anyone fight him and live? He was brutal, and that was just from his hand being around my throat...
“Yes.. You were, but until you remember how to fight like the old you... please just be careful.”
With shaky hands I cup his face forcing him to look at me when he seems determined not to. I don't want him to be afraid of me, or himself. But I wasn't sure how to ease his troubles... He looks so lost and sad just standing there. His eyes hold trauma, his blue eyes as wide with fear as they were in my dream.
“James, it's okay. I'm fine, you're fine. You're going to be okay James... I promise.”
He breathes a deep breath as he continues to hold me.
“When I first met you, you were so tough and nothing could hurt you. You knew how to take people down in a few simple moves, and now the new you is so delicate. If your old self could see you now she'd be livid.”
I shrug my shoulders as he holds me.
“Is it strange that I'm alright with that? That I'm perfectly okay with being nothing like the person I was?”
He smiles.
“It's fine, just know that I want you to be whoever you want to be.”
I hug him a little tighter and rest my head against his chest. My heart was still beating fast, my breathing finally going back to normal. He hugs me a bit tighter and I wince in pain.
“I'm so sorry.”
He whispers as he bends down to pick me up, he carries me like a man carries a woman when they're just married. I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he carries me out of fear that he'll drop me.
“James you don't need to say sorry. It's not your fault.”
I mumble this as I close my eyes, I felt dizzy. Did he give me a concussion? I felt like he'd knocked the wind out of me... when he lays me down his metal hand carefully lays my head against the pillow. He gives me an apologetic look before the look of horror he had before returns to his handsome face. He looks down at his left hand... on it is blood... my blood.
“Emilia... what did I do to you?”
He asks in confusion as I shrug my shoulders.
“You hit my head against the kitchen counter... talk about scrambling eggs.”
I joke as his gaze turns stern.
“Emilia this is serious.”
I sigh feeling a bit delirious.
“I know, but what are you going to do? We are in Russia, in the mountains. There are Hydra members after the both of us, and this is the only safe place. There aren't any doctors here. So unless you know how to fix me, I'm going to pass out...”
I mumble the last part of the sentence. I sound drunk, my words slurring as my eyes begin to feel even heavier. I look at him as my eyes begin to close, my focus on him growing fuzzier and fuzzier until I all I can see is darkness.
*** Please tell me what you think :) Sorry the chapter is a bit shorter than the others!
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steves-on-a-plane · 5 years
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As Luck Would Have It
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*Avengers Endgame Spoilers* (If that’s still a concern) Words: 1944 Bucky Barnes x Reader Requested: @intheendyouwillalwayskneel  Summary: At the end of Endgame, Steve finally gets the gal of his dreams and Sam gets a new title, but where does that leave Bucky? After a chance encounter in the grocery store, the Winter Soldier’s life is changed forever!  A/N: Also, I crafted this handy dandy new banner to use as a page break because I didn’t like the aesthetic of a thousand little “X”s across the screen when I wanted to chance scenes, locations or times in a story. 😁❤
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Bucky didn’t blame Steve for leaving. How could he? James Buchan Barnes knew better than anyone how it felt to lose your identity. To feel like the chance at a real life had been taken away. To feel like the rest of the world kept turning while you stayed frozen and isolated. So no, he wasn’t angry when he realized that Steve wasn’t coming back from returning the stones.
Bucky wasn’t angry with Steve for passing the shield and the mantle of Captain America off to Sam. His owe hands were far too stained with blood, his past had been forged in fire. There was no turning back from what he’d become. At least that’s what he’d thought, until he met you.
You met at the grocery store of all places. You were circling the produce section and griping about the choices for available strawberries. They were your favorite fruit, but nearly all the ones available at that particular location were bruised. This was a minor inconvenience as it meant that you would most likely have to travel to a different location to procure your desired fruit. You continued to complain, mostly to yourself, while weighing the pros and cons of purchasing a partially bruised pint of strawberries when a man approached you.
He was dressed in a pair of jeans, a hoodie and running sneakers. His dark hair was cropped short and you could just make out a square jawline underneath his trimmed beard. He held a small plastic package out to you. That was when you noticed a shimmering prosthetic arm emerging from beneath his left sleeve.
“Here, take mine.” He offered quietly. “I think I took the last good pint.”
“Oh no, I couldn’t!” You waved him off. “It’s an extremely kind gesture, but you earned them fair and square. You were here first.”
“Please,” He smiled. “I insist.”
“How about we split them?” You suggested. “I’ll pay for them, but only if you agree to take half the container.”
“That’s really not…”
“You should know that I can be very persuasive. I won’t take no for an answer.”
If Bucky had only learned that day just how true that was, he wouldn’t have put up so much of a fight at your first meeting. As time went on he would learn just how right you had been. You really wouldn’t take no for an answer; ever.
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“Buck.” You mumbled one morning as your head lay on his bare chest. It was a Saturday morning. The two of you were laying in bed just enjoying each other’s company. Her craned his neck so that he could look down at you. You were so beautiful with nothing but the sun’s rays through the window to illuminate you.
“[Y/N]?” He answered back with a chuckled that jostled his chest.
“Let’s get married.” You suggested in a very nonchalant tone. For a second Bucky felt his breath hitch in his throat. You never failed to surprise him. You’d made the exclamation so casually, the way one might say “Let’s order Chinese.”
“I love you, [Y/N].” He declared firmly. “But no.”
“You know I don’t like that word.” You frowned, sitting up. “In fact I believe it was banned from this apartment.” You reminded him.
“[Y/N], come on, you don’t want to marry me.” He insisted.
“And why wouldn’t I?” You asked, trying not to snap at him.
“Well, you know, you have a tendency to make rash decisions.” He frowned.
“Name one!” You challenge him.
“Well that nude painting class…” He reminded you with raised eyebrows.
“How was I supposed to know that the painters were going to be nude? Who the hell wants to paint fruit when they’re naked!” You huffed. “That was just one example. Name another.”
“The horseback riding lessons?” His eyebrows seemed to rise another quarter of an inch.
“And I was supposed to know that it was BYOH? Bring your own horse?” You asked with a giggle. “Alright you might have a slight case.” You conceded. “But this is different. I already know what I’m getting into with you.”
“Do you?” He looked worried.
“James Buchanan Barnes, how many times have we been over this?” You asked. You swung your legs around so that you were sitting on top of him. You held his face in your hands so that he had no choice but to look at you. “I love you, always and forever. There’s never been anyone else for me and there never will. Say you’ll marry me?”Bucky sighed. How could he say no, when you’d made a case like that?
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“Buck?” You hollered from the front door of your new house.
“I’m upstairs in the office, Honey!” He shouted back from his home office on the second floor.
“Come down stairs!” You begged him, neither of you missed the hollow echo as your voice traveled to him.
“This house is so empty.” He complained as he emerged from the upstairs hallway and jogged down the flight of stairs. “We need  more furniture or something. What’s that?” He pointed at what looked like a very large dog sitting next to you. The thing had to be three feet tall and its shaggy long fur only made it appear more massive.
“This,” You explained “Is Bear.”
“And what is Bear doing in our house?” Bucky asked.
“This is his house now.” You told him. You had assumed that much would be obvious.
“You sold our house to a dog?” Bucky teased.
“You know what I mean.” You pouted.
“[Y/N], no!” He shook his head at you. “We are not getting a dog!”
“Technically you’re right.” You bit your lip, holding back a smile. “Because I also got us a cat.” You stepped aside to reveal a small plastic cat carrier.
“Oh my god.” He mumbled, covering his face with his hands.
“Sam and Bear were raised together.” You explained with your best puppy dog eyes. “They belonged to this sweet old widow who died and they had to be adopted together. You already said that the house was too quiet. Please can we keep them? They don’t have anywhere else to go!”
“How do you always manage to talk me into these things?” He groaned through his hands.
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“Buck?” By now Bucky had learned better. There was a very specific tone you always used when you were about to drop a new shocking revelation on him. This time, the two of you were in the kitchen. He had the day off but you were about to leave for work. You had just enough time to enjoy a morning cup of coffee together before you’d be sprinting out the door. He leaned against the back kitchen counter and set his mug down, bracing himself for whatever was about to come next.
“I think, we should get some kids.” You suggested seriously.
“You have kids. You got Bear there.” He nodded at the dog by your feet, “And Sami here.” He reached out and stroked the cat who was snoozing next to him on the counter. He’d never admit it, but the black cat was his best friend aside from you. He’d also never admit to anyone that he’d secret named the cat Sam T’Challa Barnes but that was neither here nor there.
“Well I want more.” You told him. “Listen, I’ve been trying to find the right way to bring it up, but there’s never been a good time.” You bit your lip. Mentioning the old days was never something your husband had much interest in. All he’d told you once was that he didn’t want to talk about it, and you wanted to respect that. “Seven years ago, half of the world disappeared.”
“[Y/N], I don’t want to…”
“Hear me out, please.” You held up one hand to silence him. “Seven years ago, half of the world disappeared. I was here James, you weren’t. There’s never been anything like that before. Families torn apart, lives changed forever. Those of us who were left behind started to see the world differently. After you and your friends brought everyone back most of us got lucky. But after meeting you, even though you never talk about it, it made me think.”
“I was lucky that my friends and family came back,” You told him. “but there are kids out there who don’t understand the difference between parents who were gone because of the magical snap of a finger versus parents who are just…gone. Those kids need strong parents. Parents who could and would do anything to see them grow up happy, healthy and safe.”
“[Y/N], I don’t know.” He shook his head. “I mean you sweet talked me into marrying you and then somehow you convinced with the dog and the cat…Don’t get me wrong, I love the life we have together Honey, but kids?” He was skeptical. “Sure, you would be an amazing mother with your unwavering optimism and all that modern woman moxie that I love so much, but what about me?”
“What about you, Buck?” You asked. “From the stories I’ve heard, you practically raised Steve.”
“Yeah well, it wasn’t easy. He almost got us both killed a couple times.” Bucky scoffed before reaching for his coffee cup again. “You’re going to be late for work. Why don’t we table this for now?” He began to raise his mug to his lips before hastily adding, “that’s not a no.”
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Four years later, Bucky dropped himself into his favorite armchair. Sam the cat eagerly leapt into his lap though Sam was getting on in age he never turned down the chance to nestle himself atop Bucky’s legs. You were sitting cross legged on the floor surrounded by a gaggle of kids. Bucky wasn’t sure how the family had grown to include five kids quickly, but he was grateful for it. Distractedly petting Sami, Bucky leaned further back into his chair and reflected on his life.
This certainly wasn’t what the handsome sergeant from 1940’s Brooklyn had envisioned his future to be. Kids and Christmas maybe, but certainly not a dame so headstrong as you. Yes, 1940’s James Barnes probably would have told his wife no quite often. That’s simply how things were done hen.
Christmas with kids definitely hadn’t felt like a possibility once he’d become the Winter Soldier. Any future where he got a happy ending seemed entirely out of reach. He was too far gone, too broken. Then he met you. The woman who didn’t take no for an answer. The woman who wouldn’t bend her will for anyone, not even the man she loved most. You refused to compromise yourself for anything. He grew to admire that about you and in time he learned to adapt a bit of that attitude for himself.
You looked up at him from your spot on the floor. You were backlit by the twinkling lights on the Christmas tree. You had a silver bow from one of the kid’s presents affixed to your hair. The same hair that tickled him when he tried to sleep at night. You were laughing and smiling, sitting under the Christmas tree. You were truly beautiful and he was truly blessed to have bumped into you in the grocery store all those years ago.
“I love you.” You mouthed over the heads of your children once he caught you staring.
“Right back at you.” He said, blowing you a kiss. For a man who’d once thought there was nothing left worth redeeming, he had lucked into a very cushy life all because he happed to be at the right produce aisle at the right time.  
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