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INEVITABILITY: CHAPTER TWO

“Not bad for the end of the world.”

▸ summary: life takes a turn again, when an old friend brings bad news ▸ characters: steve rogers, natasha romanoff, sam wilson, ft. the avengers & bucky barnes ▸ word count: 5.7k ▸ warnings: angst, canon dialogue, fluff, ▸ series masterlist

There’s barely any reunions as you and Bruce instantly dive into trying to explain everything that’s happened to the others. For the most part, you leave Bruce to take the reins, not yet familiar with all the facts about Thanos. The others share their encounters with the other children of Thanos. With how strong even his closest allies are, there’s no telling what his army might be like.

“So we gotta assume they’re coming back, right?” Rhodey asked.

“And they can clearly find us.” Wanda said, noticeably distressed from not only Vision’s condition but also the stone that’s adorned on his head. They easily took Strange off Earth, making Tony and Peter go after him. Who knows what they’d do to get Vision.

“We need all hands on deck. Where’s Clint?”

“After the whole Accords situation, he and Scott took a deal. It was too tough on their families. They’re on house arrest.” Natasha explained. The deal they took was more forced than optional. No matter what you did to convince Tony to help, he’d reply about having his hands tied.

“Who’s Scott?”

“Ant-Man.” Steve replied, speaking up for the first time in minutes.

“There’s an Ant-Man and a Spider-Man?”

“Wait ‘till you hear about the Black Panther.” you murmured, looking up in time to catch Natasha’s approved smirk on her face. Bruce simply shook his head at that, holding up a hand for you to pause.

“Okay, look. Thanos has the biggest army in the universe. And he is not gonna stop until he gets..” His voice died down the moment he looked across to where Vision stood. “Vision’s stone.” he finished finally.

“Then we have to protect it.”

“No offense, Nat. But we sort of went through this ordeal with the Wizard.” you sighed, getting up from the desk chair and over to where Vision was. “There’s no keeping this thing off their radar.”

“No, we have to destroy it.” Vision said simply. “I’ve been giving a good deal of thought to this entity in my head. About its nature. But also its composition. I think if it were exposed to a sufficiently powerful energy source. Something very similar to its own signature, perhaps its molecular integrity could fail.”

The room turned quiet and you could feel the emotions that were seeping off from Wanda. It was heartbreak..and anger.

“Yeah, and you with it.” she replied to him. “We’re not having this conversation.”

“Eliminating the stone is the only way to be certain that Thanos can’t get it. “ He turned to look at you briefly. “That is what you and Tony suggested, is it not?”

“Yeah, back when it was just a stupid stone in some guy’s locket. Not on the head of someone we value in our lives.” you frowned, feeling upset that your idea was being turned for something worse.

“It’s too high a price.” Wanda said, bringing her his focus again. He brought his hands up to cup the sides of her face, shaking his head gently.

“Only you have the power to pay it.”

She pulled away from his grasp and you feel a sudden remorse for Wanda again. It wasn’t fair for her to be pressured into losing someone once again. “You can’t ask that of her.” you said quickly, feeling your emotions burst out. “It’s cruel.”

“Thanos threatens half the universe. One life cannot stand in the way of defeating him.”

“But it should.” Steve said suddenly.

You all turn to look at him. By now you know that face enough to know that he’s already forming an idea. Especially with his Captain voice coming through.

“We don’t trade lives, Vision.”

“Captain, seventy years ago, you laid down your life to save how many millions of people? Tell me why is this any different?”

“Because you might have a choice.” Said Bruce suddenly. He slowly took small steps towards Steve and Vision. “Your mind is made up of a complex construct of overlays. Jarvis, Ultron, Tony, me, the stone. All of them mixed together, all of them learning from one another.”

“You’re saying Vision isn’t just the stone?” Wanda asked softly, hopeful tone edging in.

“I’m saying that if we take out the stone, there’s still a whole lot of Vision left..perhaps the best parts.”

“Can we do that?” Natasha called out.

“Not me, not here.” Bruce said, bringing the group’s hopes back down.

“Well, you better find someone and somewhere fast.” Rhodey urged. “Ross isn’t just gonna let you guys have your old rooms back.”

There’s a retort on the tip of your tongue. You’ve grown tired of Ross and know exactly where he can stick it. But one glance at Steve and you notice the familiar look on his face. His eyes flickered to yours as he gave you your answer.

“I know somewhere.”

The second after plans were made, two pairs of hands dragged you out of the lab and down the hall. You don’t even get to speak before a strong pair of arms encloses over your body. Stuffing your face into their chest.

“Sam, I can’t breathe.” You huffed, patting at his back gently. When he finally pulled back to look down at you, instead of the familiar grin you were expecting, he was looking at you with a serious expression.

“I would have told you.” He said softly. “I need you to know that before we do anything else..I wouldn’t have kept it from you..”

You can’t help but let out a small laugh of relief. The thought had been in the back of your mind months ago. Back when you thought you’d lost everyone. But hearing that confirmation from him really was a bit of relief that you needed.

“Thank you, Sam.” You whispered, reaching out to pull him back in a hug this time. “I know you would.” His grip tightened around you and it wasn’t until a soft cough from the doorway that you noticed Natasha waiting for her turn.

“Hey, Nat..Nice haircut.” you said softly, trying to ease any tension she might be feeling. While she was one of the few that had lied to you, you found out all those months ago that you weren’t able to stay mad at her. Making your way over to her, you pulled her into a tight embrace, having missed her all this time.

“Cолнышко (little sun). It’s been too long.” She breathed, pressing her face into your neck a bit. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Well, as okay as I can be.” you sighed pulling back. “Wish we were back together under different circumstances.”

“Better now than never.” she said, running a hand gently through your hair.

“Agreed.” Sam joined in, placing his hands on his hips. “Am I gonna be worried another fight might break out if I let you and Cap on my quinjet together?”

He’s trying to lighten the mood and you appreciate being able to hear his humor a bit. Even if it’s at the slight expense of your pain. But considering you haven’t even spoken to Steve since the few minutes that you saw him, you choose to jump over the answer.

“Your quinjet? You know Stark Industries still owns that, right?”

Sam snorted a bit, wrapping his arm around your neck to give you a noogie. “With the modifications that I’ve added to it, it’s barely able to connect with FRIDAY let alone be anything that you guys used to own.”

“I suppose I’ll have to follow the new owner’s rules then.” you shrugged, giving a small smirk.

“You bet your ass, princess.” The control panel on his wrist beeped and he let go of you to inspect the alert. “Jet is fueled up and ready to go. We should be heading out soon.”

“Let's give her a few minutes to get her things together.” Natasha suggested before a small smirk tugged on her lips. “Unless Steve decides to keep us waiting longer.”

Sam and you shared a confused glance before Steve emerged into the doorway. A slightly nervous look on his face as he gave a small wave to the parting Natasha. How she managed to hear Steve outside was beyond you.

“Don’t keep us waiting long.” Sam warned, following after Natasha. Leaving you and Steve alone for the first time since the fight.

The tension is almost painful. There was a time in your life that you viewed Steve as a hero. He was someone you trusted, someone you cared for, ..someone you loved. And then it all just went away in a day.

“Hey,” Steve started, his voice wavering. “Thanks for the call..”

“I didn’t call you, Bruce did.” you said curtly, causing him to wince only slightly.

“Right, well, thanks for letting us meet here.”

You frowned a bit, not sure how you’re even supposed to be reacting towards Steve. “Well, it wasn’t like I’d force you to go out in public. With the man-hunt and all.” Fiddling with the zipper of your jacket, you keep your eyes down over at the desk. Avoiding his gaze and checking in on the alerts you were waiting for.

“Even then..I didn’t have any idea of where or what to do..” you said honestly. The emotions of the day are creeping up on you and you feel its overwhelming waves hit you hard. “I don’t know what we’re gonna do at all..”

“Didn’t you hear? We’re leaving to go to-”

“No,” you interrupted. “I mean, I don’t know what we’re going to do this this..fails.” The creeping thought was starting to take over your whole mind now. “What if we don’t win this fight? What if we do and we still can’t find Tony? Or Peter? What if this is our end?..” You finally glanced over, noticing just how close Steve has stepped over.

Gingerly, he held his hands up, trying to come off as peaceful as he could. “Everything is gonna be okay. We’re gonna fight, and then work to find Tony..”

“That’s just it, Steve! We can’t find him!” Pointing over at the desk, you tapped on the keyboard, bringing the screen to life. “I’ve had FRIDAY hack into so many different satellites and..n-nothing. There’s nothing at all in our atmosphere. Tony’s gone, Thor’s gone, and we don’t have anyone that has an idea of how to deal with things outside of this world..and we’re just..”

Without a word, Steve reached over to pull you into his arms. Allowing you to hold onto him as the tears suddenly poured out of you. The palm of his hands cradled against the back of your head gently as he quietly held you.

“I’m so scared, Steve.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” He whispered.

“What if he’s gone? What if something has happened to them and I’ll never know? H-how am I supposed to tell Pepper?”

“We can’t think like that..if we do it’ll just eat us up inside. Mess us up for the battle.”

Pulling back you can’t help but stare wide eyed at Steve. “I’m not..I’m not a soldier. I was barely a Shield agent, barely an avenger-”

“We’re here for you.” he interrupted. “There’s no sides between us in this battle. Just us against Thanos.”He brought a hand up and gently wiped the wetness from your cheek. “I know you’re scared that Tony is gone, and the world needs us,..but I need you. Do you think you can do this?”

Taking in a deep breath you nodded your head, reaching out to place your hand on his before bringing it down. His words were oddly assuring and while you knew you’d still be thinking of everything in the back of your mind..you had to do this.

“Okay, I can do this.”

“Good,” he smiled as his eyes wandered over your face. “Let’s go.” he said after a minute. Letting go of your hand, he turned to go over towards the door. You were about to follow after him when he stopped suddenly. Spinning on his heel to look over at you again.

“What’s wrong?”

“On the pretense of trying to be honest with you again..I feel like there’s something I should tell you ahead of time.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to not show how nervous you really felt inside. “Tell me what?”

“Wakanda.” he answered, rubbing his hands together. “We’re heading there now but..you should know..”

“Know what?”

“Bucky..he’s in Wakanda.”

The speed of the quinjet had always been something you were grateful for in the past. It got you guys to all parts of the world in half the time. But today? Today you were dreading the short journey over to the small country of Wakanda.

“I can hear your thoughts.” Natasha murmured from her seat. Making you adjust the zipper to your tactical suit again.

There was thankfully an old shield uniform that you managed to find in your belongings in the compound. The image was a bit of a painful reminder of the past, but it would do for the fast pace fighting you were sure you had to do.

“My thoughts are on overdrive. I’m sorry.” you sighed, moving over to sit on the co-pilot seat beside Sam. He’s been wary of the coordinates from Steve but still continued moving forward.

“She’s nervous to see a guy she barely dated for a few months.” grumbled Sam as he kept his gaze forward. “Which to me, is just ridiculous since he’s just another old man like Steve back there.”

“Jealous, Wilson?” Natasha hummed from behind you two.

“Don’t even kid about that, Nat.” Sam said, making a face. “As much as I love you, Stark, you are not my type.”

“Yeah, you’re not my type either.” you frowned, trying not to imagine that weird dating life. “And if you were in my shoes you’d be pretty messed up trying to figure out how you want to react to seeing your ex too.”

“That’s fair.” Sam sighed before he finally turned to look at you. “Do you want me to help ice him out? Make sure he doesn’t bother you?”

“I don’t need a bodyguard, Sam.” You said rubbing at your eyes. “I’m just..not sure what I want to even say. If I’ll even have a chance to say anything.”

“Do you want to?” Natasha asked seriously, peering over your shoulder.

“Of course I do..I wanted to move on for so long.”

“With him.” Sam added with a small smirk on hidden on his face. It brings a small smile to yours as you nodded. “So what’s going to keep you from telling him all that?”

Looking out the front of the window you watch as the tree line began to take their form. “The end of the world.” you said finally. Just in time too as Steve emerged from the back of the jet. Looking at the growing landscape.

“Drop to 2600, heading to 0-3-0.” Steve instructed.

“I hope you’re right about this.” Sam said following along. “Or we’re gonna land a lot faster than you want to.”

It’s almost in the blink of an eye that Sam flew the jet towards the location. One second you’re heading towards a line of trees, the next you’re going through what looked like a multi layered electric pane of electric walls.

In the distance you could see what looked like a city, deep within the forest. Hidden from the world. At least it had been until now. It’s only a few minutes past the barrier that you guys are approaching the landing zone. The anxiousness returns into the pit of your belly.

The jet is quick to land on the grounds, bringing out the Wakandans from within the building. Right away you can see a familiar figure. “Nice of the Prince to open up his doors for us.” you muttered, hoping there weren't any hard feelings from the fight at the airport.

“Well, he’s got the land for it. Better here than the crowded streets of New York again.” Steve shrugged.

“It’s been a long time since we’ve fought in New York.” you said, looking back at him. The memory of the team working together, winning the battle, it brought a little hopeful feeling to you.

“It’s been a long time for a lot of things.” he sighed, allowing the other two to walk towards the back of the jet. There’s a moment of silence and you’re aware that the more you two lag behind the less the others will have time to plan. But something has been in the back of your mind since the compound.

“Scout?” he asked softly, placing his hand on top of yours.

“Do you think..do you think he’ll be upset to see me?”

You don’t have to say his name. From Steve’s sad smile, you knew he was already well aware. Pulling you close, he wrapped an arm around you, leading you towards the others as he lowly gave you a reply.

“If he’s anything like me, he’s been wanting to see you for a while now.”

With that, he left you at Sam’s side. Taking charge of the front with Natasha as the hangar doors lowered down. The sight of Prince T’Challa along with the Dora Milaje (which you had to read upon on the way) is what greets the group.

Walking behind the two, you stick close to Sam. Keeping an eye out in the crowd. Sam patted your back gently, giving you a firm nod of reassurance. “Don’t forget to breathe.” he said softly. Making you force yourself to exhale.

After an awkward greeting, mostly thanks to Bruce. The group followed closely to the Prince. Giving him the details needed for the preparations.

“So how big of an assault should we expect?”

Bruce cut in between you guys, urgency pushing past any embarrassment he held moments ago. “Uh. Sir, I think you should expect quite a big assault.”

“How we looking?” Natasha asked, bringing out your curiosity. The country had been only revealed a while ago to have vast amounts of technological advances that even you couldn’t help but wonder about.

“You will have my Kingsguard, the Border Tribe, the Dora Milaje, and..”

His voice trailed off as he extended an arm for the last member to join the party.

“And a semi-stable hundred year old man.”

At first you don’t recognize him. Not with his hair this long. But one look past the beard and hair is his blue eyes. You can’t help but stop in your place. Watching as the others walked past you to head inside towards the building.

Steve approached him with open arms, bringing in his old friend with a big hug. The smile is so sincere, so warm, you can’t help but feel your heart jump at the sight.

“How you been, Buck?” Steve asked when he pulled away. The smile was still so bright on his face when he looked at his old friend.

“Not bad, for the end of the world.” he grinned, looking across the group. It’s then that his eyes find yours. For a moment you’re scared how he might react. But he doesn’t. In fact, he just stares as if he’s seen a ghost.

“We’re gonna work something out for Vision inside. Sam, why don’t you guys stay outside?” Steve suggested, looking between the few of you left. Natasha gave you a small smirk before following Steve and T’challa towards the building.

“Uh, the jet’s empty if you guys need a second to talk.” Sam said, nodding for the jet behind you guys. “Just let me know if Jesus over here bothers you.” he muttered, giving Bucky a bit of a stink eye before he stalked off near by the entrance of the building.

Slowly you and Bucky approached each other. Both take tentative steps until you’re standing right in front of each other.

“We should talk.” you both said at the same time. Making you huff a bit in amusement before you nodded your head. Pointing over to the jet you offer up a small friendly smile.

“I know where we can go.”

Lips pressed roughly against each other, your leg was currently wrapped around Bucky’s waist as he pressed you against the wall. Holding you up with one hand while the other crawled its way down to press against the curve of your ass, pressing your body tighter against his.

One of your hands had tangled into his long brown locks while the other was wrapped around his neck. It was completely chaotic. Neither one of you is attempting to move things forward but needing to be as close as possible. It’s not until you’re in need of air that you let your head fall back. Gasping while Bucky moved his face to press gentle kisses against the base of your neck.

“We really need to talk.” you whimpered, feeling the heat begin to burn up inside your suit.

“I know.” he muttered, tickling your skin with not only his breath but the scruff of his beard. “I tried to a couple of minutes ago.”

At some point the two of you had the idea to come inside and talk with each other. Even going as far to stand at opposites of the walls once you guys had entered inside. It was when Bucky cleared his throat, saying how you looked good that you suddenly found yourself wrapped around him.

You blushed a bit at that. “I couldn’t help it.” you chuckled. “The world is ending and you look like Jesus. Brought something out of me.”

Bucky pulled his face back, raising a brow at you. Shaking his head, he leaned in to peck at your forehead before he gently set you back down on the ground. “I don’t know what you mean by that. But I’m not exactly against it.”

Moving to give you some space, he sat down on one of the chairs near the panel of controls. Offering up the seat across from him. Taking a deep breath, you joined him at the other seat. Leaning forward so that you could be a little closer to him.

“We don’t have much time.” he said softly, letting his fingers reach out to graze at your hand. “I have so much to say.”

“Me too..” you sighed, looking over at his hand before you took the chance to just lace them together. “But I can at least say..that I’m sorry.”

Bucky looked taken back. Possibly not expecting to hear that of all things from you. But you hold a hand up, wanting to get out your piece before anything.

“I wanted to find you. I wanted to look all over the world for you. But I couldn’t..not right away.” Biting your lip, you think back about what your therapist had told you. “I had to protect my heart first..and I know I hurt you..more ways than one. But I can’t ignore how I feel anymore.”

Bucky blinked, mouth slightly slacked from your revelation. “..And how do you feel?” he asked, voice deep but hesitant.

What you really feel is on the tip of your tongue. The realization having come to you months ago was still deep inside your heart and you wanted to let him know. But now wasn’t the time. Not when things were already so complicated.

“I feel like I finally want to heal about everything that’s happened.” Reaching out, you can’t help yourself as you cup at the side of his face. Watching as he instinctively nuzzled against the palm of your hand. Like he always did. “And I want to do all that with you.”

“But what about Tony..I couldn’t-”

“Tony can find the time himself to work things out with you...” Shaking your head, you try not to think too much about Tony. The very idea of him was too much stress and you needed to focus on what was before you. “Right now, it’s just about us…I just want us.”

“Us?”

Nodding your head, you watched as he brought his hand up to cover yours. Rubbing at the skin gently. “If you want it to be us again..that is..”

Bucky suddenly broke out into a grin, laughing a bit as his eyes watered up. “I don’t think you understand how long..how much I wanted to hear that.” He reached out to pull you closer, leaning himself so that he could press his forehead against yours.

You allow your eyes to slip close, feeling comfort for the first time in so long. That is until the sound of Sam calling out your name caused you to slowly blink open. He poked his head into the doorway of the jet, giving you a knowing look before pointed back towards the building. “If you guys are done being gross, we’re gonna get ready.”

“We’ll be right out, Sam.” you said, not yet making a move to get up yet.

“Okay, but only a minute.” he warned, giving you both a pointed finger before disappearing again. Bucky grunted under his breath, glaring slightly over at the doorway. Reaching out, you bring his attention back to you and press your lips against his gently.

The kiss is sweeter than before and you find yourself missing the taste of his lips when he pulls back from you this time. Tugging you out of the chair to follow after him.

“We’ll have time to talk about everything after this.” he promised, letting his hand stay laced with yours as you both made your way off the ramp of the jet.

“Promise?”

He smiled, holding his pinky out. It brings back such a fondness to your chest that you fight yourself not to kiss him again. Instead, you twist your pinky with his and give him a small smile back.

“Promise.”

“Boss, something has just entered the atmosphere at rapid speed.”

You clicked onto your phone, trying to read all the incoming data that FRIDAY was sending to you. Unfortunately, no pictures would be needed since an oncoming object instantly crashed into the barrier that Wakanda had placed around the city.

Sam and you can’t help but jump in place at the sight. Bucky can only stare up in awe, letting out an amused breath. “God, I love this place.”

“Yeah, don’t start celebrating just yet, guys.” Rhodey warned. “We got more incoming outside the dome.”

To the left were other objects as they crashed down in an attempt to attack the city. The barrier still held up as strong as it did before, but that didn’t stop the worry of just how long its durability will last.

From the distance, you could see as more landed on the terrain just outside the dome. Each object looked like a geometrical ship after the dust cleared up from it. The impact was so harsh that you could feel the earth shake underneath your feet.

“What the hell is that?” you heard Bucky mutter under his breath. He had a worried look on his face for the first time. The memory of the ship that made off with Tony and Peter came to mind.

“The men we fought.. They called themselves the Children of Thanos.”

“Those guys aren’t anything like kids.” Sam said joining you at your side. “If they’re anything like the goons we faced in Edinburgh then we’re gonna need a lot of manpower.”

“The Wakandans have more than enough of that.” Bucky reassured, pointing over to the floating rafts that were approaching the building. The way they hovered over the ground so flawlessly was simply fascinating to you.

“Here come the others.” Sam pointed out as the doors to the building opened once more. The group sans Wanda and Vision moved over to approach the three of you. Steve’s eyes caught sight of your hand laced with Bucky’s before he nodded his head.

“We’re leaving now.” Is all he said as he pointed over to one of the free transports. Sam and Rhodey stayed back, being the only two who could get the birds eye view of things, while you followed Natasha onto the raft.

“Glad to see you made good use of your time.” she hummed, giving you a small smile.

“Wish we had more..but the World does not wait for us.” you said moving to hook an arm with hers. To your right you could see Bucky as he moved towards the front. Getting a view of the land while the rest of the raft was filled up.

Natasha removed her arm off you, urging you to go. “If that’s the case, then don’t waste even a second.” she said softly before leaving you to join in on Steve’s side. Taking her advice, you weaved through the paths of people until you were able to join Bucky.

“Tell me those bracelets you’re wearing turn into repulsors.” he asked softly, one hand holding onto his gun while the other moved to place at the small of your back. You make an effort to extend out your hand, tapping at the bracelet before pulling it over your hand.

The raft comes to a stop, making your lurch forward a bit before you turn around with everyone else to climb down. There’s so much tension in the air, you’re unable to figure out if it’s because of the battle that’s to come, or because of your nerves seeping through.

Down the long grass you can see as a single raft took Natasha, Steve, and T’Challa towards the borderline. Would they be able to put a stop to the fight? You’re painfully reminded that amongst all the people here, you’re the weakest. And while you had your own set of skills, you were unaware of just how to take on an army.

“I’ll be by your side.” Said Bucky suddenly. Always being able to read your mind. “You have my back, and I have yours, right?”

“Right.” you answered softly, trying your best to keep a brave composure. The rest of you left up the hill are moved into a formatted position. Falling in line besides some of the border tribes that have been geared up.

There’s a rumbling in the distance and you all watch as the ships begin to stir, raising more smoke up into the air. The trio from down below quickly made their return and you couldn’t help but feel your stomach drop more at the frown that was tugged on Steve’s face.

“They surrender?” Bucky asked hopefully.

“Not exactly.”

“Not a lot of people for an army.” you mentioned, trying to peek out towards the ships. As if on cue their doors opened up, letting the land be filled up with the snarling noise of various creatures that poured out.

T’Challa screamed out a chant for his people. Getting them ready for the moment. But all their powerful words can’t help but make you feel your heartbeat in your throat. In a second there was a mass of creatures that approached the dome, all coming at a racing speed.

“What the hell?” Bucky gasped, having never seen anything like this before.

You tapped at your wrists, not wanting to leave anything to last minute adjustments as you readied yourself. Down the row you can hear Natasha’s voice.

“Looks like we pissed her off.”

There’s a quip at the edge of your tongue but you’re too focused on the way that the creatures continue to try and push themselves through the barrier. None reacted to the way their limbs were cut off with each push nor did it put a stop to their attempts.

The group is somewhat stunned at the display.

“Look!” you gasped, watching as some of the other creatures used the partial opening to edge their way inside. “They’re in the dome!”

The tribes around you gave out a chant, swinging their cloaks that activated some sort of shield over themselves. Lined up they managed to build a wall in front of everyone. Peeking over the blue hue, you watch as the creatures begin to run towards the hills.

You raised your hand up when you noticed Bucky aimed his gun, following where his shot was coming before you joined him and the others in the assault towards the creatures. You wished you had the time to create something to focus your shots, but you do your best to get in a couple of helpful hits.

A shadow swept over you and you took in the chance to see the shots that Rhodey and Sam did from their view on top. Down the hill Rhodey is able to trigger off some helpful bombs that take care of the ones at the border.

But once the smoke cleared up, you all noticed it forced the creatures to make haste in another direction of the dome. In your ear you can hear Bruce’s voice pick up.

“Cap, if these things circle the perimeter and get in behind us there’s nothing between them and Vision.”

“Then we better keep ‘em in front of us.” Steve said calmly.

“How do we do that?” you heard General Okoye ask.

T’Challa took a moment to think before he gave her an answer that had you shuddering. “We open the barrier.” He pressed into his comms piece looking over the hill. “On my signal, open North-West Section Seventeen.”

There’s a moment where he confirmed the orders again and everyone tensed up. All adjusting their weapons again and you peek over to Steve. His brows furrowed together and you can tell from the look of worry on his face what he wants to say. All you can do is nod your head.

“We have your back.” you reassured him. Beside you Bucky gave a similar look to Steve.

“Right.” Steve said wearily before he pumped up the shield on his arm. On call with the Prince everyone laid down their defensive positions, moving in a formation that allowed everyone to prepare for the offense.

You get one last look at everyone around, keeping your gaze a second longer on the man beside you before you follow to where T’Challa stood. His arms crossed over his chest and he took in one deep breath before he called out on the final signal for everyone.

“WAKANDA FOREVER!”

A/N: This chapter was a bit rough to write out because I was trying to be logical and romantic lol. But I hope you guys enjoyed. One more and this one will be done in a snap!

#bucky barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes X female OC #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfic #iv

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buckyalpine · 5 months

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Give me Beefy Bucky who is shy yet obsessed with how soft and little you are compared to him. Compared to his thick, wide shoulders. His meaty, firm thighs. His huge, heavy balls. His perfectly fat, split you in half cock.

“C‘mon bunny, put ‘em both in your mouth” he whines with puppy eyes, spreading his legs more while you nearly choke trying to fit his balls in your mouth. The delicious scent of his musk makes you moan with your mouth full, his heavy sac already throbbing. “Want you to suck them both at the same time”

“S’too big” you pout, cupping and rolling him in your palm, giving your aching jaw a break. He blushes at your words, his curved throbbing cock jumping against his belly.

“You have such a cute little mouth” he whispers with a soft smile, the pink on his cheeks deepening when you shove his thighs apart again, dipping your head to take them in your mouth, “oh fuck just like that, use that tongue, suck them nice and hard, don’t care if it hurts, suck them harder bunny”

He’s a feral little (beefy) fuck, holding your head in place while rutting himself against your face. The shallow breaths you take in between with your mouth full make his tip weep and he can’t help but reach down to stroke himself, using his thumb to spread his arousal around. When he finally can’t take it, he grabs and flips you onto your back, splitting your legs open and humping himself between your folds.

“Fuck you’re so tight bunny” he shudders above you as he pushes your thighs to your chest, folding you in half, making you hold your knees apart. He pumps his cock a few times while staring at your slick hole dripping and fluttering for him.

“Look at your little pussy” his voice is between a whine and a whisper, pressing just the head of his cock into you making you moan, his tip alone stretching you. He doesn’t even fucking move, pulling it back out and pushing just the head in, his lil caught between his teeth watching his perfect pink tip disappear in and out. “How are you gonna take all of me bunny,you’re already stretched open”

He’s not even taunting you. He’s blushing so much because he can feel the way you quiver around him already and he isn’t even inside properly. “Can feel you sucking me in baby, you want more? That’s just the tip bunny, so sensitive for you, m’already making a mess”

“More Bucky, fuck me, please” you plead with him, pulling your knees back further, tightening around him even more.

“Oh God” he plunges himself into you without warning, drawing his hips back and slamming them back in making your body bounce with each thrust. You sob in pleasure, broken moans leaving your lips as he knocks the wind out of you with the powerful snap of his hips.

He looks feral, eyes fixated on where his cock disappears in and out with each thrust, your sweet mixed cream squirting out of you each time he shoves himself back in.

“Look at the mess we’re making together baby. So. Fucking. Pretty. You’re so pretty when you’re all stretched open bunny, pussy was made for my cock, you take big dick so well, you’re such a good girl, my good girl made for fat cock”

You nearly wail as he speeds up, panting and grunting, your belly bulging each time. He’s sitting back on his heels so he can watch exactly how much your pussy opens up for him, that needy button between your legs equally desperate for attention.

“Why’s are you so tight around my dick baby, can’t even last when I fuck you” he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment to try and collect himself but it’s pointless. His cock starts to swell, drops of cum already starting to spurt out. He’s trying so hard to hold back but his body can’t stop moving, chasing the way your pussy chokes his length.

“M’mph-gonna cum-“ he chokes out, his movements growing sloppy and erratic, the bed banging the wall. “Gonna pump you full of cum baby, gonna make you wet the bed with how much cum drips of you”

“Cum in me Bucky” your nails dig in his shoulders, gasping when he sits back and spits onto your clit before rubbing it in circles.

“Such a cute little button making you scream so loud, you sound so beautiful like this” he gives it a pinch and you shatter around him, desperate squeals making him moan louder.

“Gonna milk my cock dry, gonna give you a thick load baby, there’s so much cum in my balls, in my dick, I can’t hold it, it’s so swollen, S-o sensitive- FUCKKK” he lets out a broken sob as he starts to throb ropes and ropes of his warm spend in you, the sheets soaking what your pussy can’t hold.

“Got the sheets all wet bunny, can feel it on my thighs-

Anyway. As always I’m sorry for this.

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thevillainswhore · 5 months

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New Tricks

Pairing: Virgin!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Word Count: 9.5k

Summary: After your brother has to cancel movie night, you’re ready to resign yourself to an uneventful evening back at your dorm, alone and dejected. But what you didn’t count on, is your brother’s best friend and roommate, bursting through the door and asking you to stay; to spend the night with him, instead

What unfolds, however, while you spend time with the star football player, both shocks and astounds you — one confession in particular.

Bucky Barnes, the Prince Charming of campus, the man you have been crushing on for an eternity, is a virgin.

Warnings: first kisses, fluff, smut, grinding, making out, big brother!steve, college!bucky, shy bby bucky, mutual pining, swearing, pet names, huge ton of reassurances, lots of praise, big hints of subby bucky

Author’s Note: beta’d by my baby @rookthorne

Okay, so where to start with this… the idea for this fic sprung from a certain someone 👀 and I just had to write it. Thank you to my girl for being a huge support through this, I love you 💗

These two have my whole heart and who knows? Maybe more will come of them 😌 for all my playlist lovers, you’re welcome - new tricks playlist ❤️

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I hope you enjoy this as much as I’ve loved creating it 🥹

Standing outside of your brother’s apartment, your impatience starts to wane thin. For ten whole minutes, you have been waiting for Steve to open up. And knocking like a crazed woman is beginning to get old; so is waiting on the doorstep to his front door.

“Oh, for–” You grumble, and you lift your arm up to bang against the door for the umpteenth time, when your hand misses it entirely, owing to the fact it swings open to admit you with such enthusiasm, it creaks and threatens to bounce back off of the wall.

Bucky — your brother’s roommate, best friend, and your crush — sheepishly smiles and scratches the back of his neck.

The line of his shoulders slump when he lowers his arm, and you notice (and appreciate) just how broad and muscled he is. He must have just been working out, or you interrupted him — nonetheless, you’re thankful for the sight before you, and how it makes the crush you harboured for the brunette for years roar to life all over again.

Excellent, you inwardly sigh.

“Buttercup,” Bucky says — the affectionate nickname born from his sappy personality always makes you swoon, and his hesitant smile morphs into a wide one. You’re left fighting internally to keep your giddiness at the sight of him to a respectable level. “Hey, you. Sorry I didn’t hear you; I was listening to music.”

Your gaze continues up to his hair, finding it tied back with an elastic at the nape of his neck. Oh, how you wished you could run your hands through–

“Hey, you okay?” he asks, furrowing his brows.

Embarrassment floods you and you realise far too late that he probably has asked you a question, or several, while you were daydreaming. “Sorry, Buck,” you squeak, praying that the heat crawling up your neck was not as obvious as it felt. “What was that?”

His soft, puppy-eyed expression brightens when you meet his gaze. “It’s fine, doll. Everything okay?”

No matter how badly you want to stand and unashamedly stare at your brother’s best friend and roommate, your true intention behind your visit comes to mind.

“Can I come in?” you ask, lifting the bag of snacks you brought up higher. Bucky’s eyes glance down at the bag, and then back up to your face. “Stevie planned our movie night and he isn’t answering his phone — I told him I was on my way and I asked him if he wanted anything else.”

The confusion that creases Bucky's brows and downturns his lips in a small frown makes you narrow your eyes.

“Surely he didn’t forget,” you accuse, still staring into Bucky’s face. “I make the trip down from campus every two weeks. It’s been two weeks.” A sudden, encompassing guilt fills Bucky’s eyes, and he starts to worry his bottom lip with his teeth — a sight far too hard to ignore. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Um– I just–” Bucky stutters, and you watch as his fingers twitch and fidget — a nervous tic. If he didn’t look cute while stumbling over his words, you would feel sorry for being so blunt. “I just thought that– Uh, I thought it was cancelled. The movie night, I mean.”

You step forward slightly, and Bucky opens the door wider. A wordless invitation.

Bucky rushes to clear a space on the entryway coat rack for you, when he suddenly says, “You know, because of his date, an’ all.” His words falter at the look you shoot him. You stop taking off your coat, and you drop the bag of snacks to the floor, ignoring the crinkle and rustle of plastic.

“What do you mean date, Barnes?” The use of his last name causes a flush of deep red to pattern his cheeks, but you don’t let up. There’s music playing from down the hall of the apartment – right where Steve’s bedroom is. “What’s going on?”

Bucky skittishly fidgets and glances around the apartment, before meeting your heated gaze. “I– Look, I didn’t know–”

You silently mouth a curse, beyond frustrated with your older brother, and with yourself for taking just a second to indulge and admire just how sweet Bucky is when he is unsure. “Fine,” you huff, and you turn to walk straight towards the source and to investigate it yourself.

Bucky’s frantic footsteps behind you don’t deter your haste. “Wait, stop — Buttercup, wait!”

Forgoing a courtesy knock — having had enough of banging on his front door — you barge straight into the room with as little as a greeting call or warning.

“What the shit–“

The door to Steve’s bedroom slams against the wall, and you come face to face with the blond in the middle of a dance off with himself in the mirror. “Sis! Hey,” he gasps, holding his hand over his heart in fright. “What’re you doing–?”

In lieu of an answer, you cross your arms and stare at him, unimpressed and exasperated with his antics. “Don’t you hey sis me.” The fear in Steve’s eyes as you stomp towards him almost vindicates your indignation of being uninformed. “What do you mean you’re going on a date? It’s movie night!”

Steve has the decency to look ashamed. “Flower, I swear, I’m sorry,” he rambles, and he takes your hand, directing you to sit down on his bed. “I would’ve called to let you know but everything was so last minute.”

The grip he has on your hand is firm, assuring you of his true intentions, even when he turns the Roger’s charm up to an eleven to worm his way back onto your good side. “I swear sis, I wouldn’t bail on you without a good reason.”

“Okay,” you say, staring into his face — still not wholeheartedly convinced of his graces. A line of questioning is in order, you decide. “So, who is this good enough reason?”

“Natasha Romanoff.” The dreamy, love-struck sigh that leaves Steve’s lips after her name is uttered has you reluctantly trying to hide your giggle; the righteous anger and frustration slowly leaves your body in his admittance.

The fact that he has been obsessed with the college’s most popular redhead since forever, was a balm to the annoyance. You truly did feel happy for him underneath it all.

And, in the end, it’s how you decide to let him off the hook — though not without teasing him, first. “No way, the Natasha Romanoff? How the hell have you managed that one?”

Steve pushes your shoulder, and the force of his shove knocks you sideways onto the covers of his bed. “Fine,” you grouse, sighing heavily and resigning yourself to a night on your own. “I’ll let you off this time.”

“I’ll make it up to you, Flower,” Steve promises. And you believe him. He has always kept his word; ever since the two of you were kids.

“Good,” you say, smiling softly. “I expect an apology at my door in the next few days, though.”

Laughing, Steve nods, and then he stands from his bed.

“I’ll leave you to it then, I hope you have fun, bro.”

It is an impossible task for you to hide your dejected hurt from Steve, though. Clever and perceptive as he is, he detects the subtle sombre undertones underlying your reassurances, narrowing in on them like a dog to a bone.

You get to your feet with a quiet sigh, and as you move, you miss the thoughtful expression on his face; the perk of his ears at the almost indistinguishable shuffling of feet just outside of his bedroom. “How about you have a movie night with Bucky, instead?”

You stop in your tracks, frozen in shock at the sudden and downright surprising suggestion. “Stevie,” you admonish, “Bucky does not want to waste a Friday night with me–“

“I don’t mind!” Bucky shouts eagerly from the doorway, and you spin around to face him. The nervous fidget of his curls his fingers and hands around one another, over and over.

Had he been listening that whole time?

Guilt begins to flood you. Imposing on any plans Bucky may have made was a burden you did not want to bear, and you couldn’t fathom who would want to spend the night with their best friend’s little sister. “Thank you, Bucky, that’s really sweet of you,” you placate, smiling at him. “But I know you’ve probably got better things to do on a Friday night than be with me.”

Bucky seems to swell in the doorway, his chest puffing up and he sets his jaw, a determined glint in his eyes. “Actually, Buttercup,” he retorts, crossing his arms in a decisive move. “A movie night with you sounds perfect.”

The confidence in his tone takes you by surprise, and you flounder for a second while you stare into his steel blue eyes. “Really?”

“‘Course,” he replies easily, shrugging his shoulders. “It’ll be fun.”

His words, and charming smile, ultimately win you over.

With your attention wholly focused on Bucky as he begins to talk about what movies to watch, you miss the knowing, victorious smirk that curls Steve’s lips.

“Okay,” Steve calls from the doorway, looking back at the two of you, and you can’t help but be frustrated by his stalling. “Be good and behave while I’m gone. Oh, and, no staying up past your bedtimes — Bucky, her bedtime is ten o’clock sharp.”

The scowl on your face only serves to make him laugh, and you huff your exasperation before your hands grip his biceps; the only way to get him out the door is brute force. “Get out, Stevie,” you grunt, pushing with all your might, but it is to no avail. Steve is as immovable as a statue made of marble. “Don’t you have to go see Natasha?”

“Yeah,” Bucky agrees, and you hear the rustling sound of fabric. “Don’t you?”

Instinct tells you to duck, and you do so, just in the nick of time to avoid the pillow Bucky launches across the room from his place next to the couch. The pillow hits Steve square in the face with a comical thump.

You burst into laughter at the stunned look of disbelief on Steve’s face, and you look over at Bucky, who is leaning against the sofa; a smug grin pulls his lips up and scrunches his nose. “Get the hell outta here already, punk.”

With Steve distracted by Bucky’s betrayal, you take the chance to shove him out of the front door and watch delightedly as he stumbles in the hallway. “Hey–!” The door slams shut behind him, cutting him off.

Giggles shake your shoulders as you put your back to the door, leaning against it with all of your strength as Steve turns the handle — evidently not finished in the war of quips.

Bucky’s laughter from his place by the sofa makes your stomach flutter, and he walks closer, just as Steve stops attempting to break down the door.

With the end of Steve’s attempts to forcefully open the door, you turn and face the wood and peer out of the peephole. A blond mop of hair is just within view. “Bye Stevie!” you call through the door, “Have fun, wear protection!”

Steve’s reply is muffled by the wood, and he flips you off before walking away.

Shaking your head, you turn back to face the living room, and you see Bucky fussing around the sofa and coffee table. The strong aroma of a sweet, spicy scent fills your senses and you inhale deeply, letting the tantalising smell fill your lungs, before you ask, “Bucky, what are you doing?”

He sends you a furtive glance before looking back down at the snacks laid out on the coffee table, neatly placed next to two already filled glasses of drink. A bag of popcorn threatens to spill from his arms. “I’m, uh– I’m setting up? For the movie–?”

You could not help but notice how fast the bravado and confidence he displayed in the presence of Steve vanishes when he was with you, and you alone.

“Oh, sweetie,” you coo, walking closer. “I thought we could watch the movie in your room, instead of out here. It’ll be more comfortable, at least, and we can spread out. Is that okay?”

The popcorn bag that threatened to spill from his arms bursts instead, scattering the popped kernels all over the floor, making him yelp. “Ah! Uh– Okay, we… We can if you want?”

You nod once. “Absolutely. I’d rather be in your bed any day, then out here,” you tease, amused by the way Bucky’s eyes bulge and his cheeks flush. Then you look down at the popcorn all over the floor, and add, “But first, let’s clean this up.”

Bucky starts to clean up the mess, and he tells you to grab the movies you agreed upon from the collection in the bookshelf.

The selection to choose from is packed, as it always is. “Why don’t I grab a couple?”

“Sure,” Bucky answers, sweeping the popcorn into a dustpan. “I mean, why not? May as well go all out.”

You grin and grab a couple of cases. “Do you need some help–”

“No, I’ve got it, Bubs,” Bucky interrupts. You look over your shoulder at him to see the blankets bundled high in his arms, and before you could protest and insist you help carry them, he shuffles off in the direction of his bedroom.

Then, you glance down at the coffee table to see that the snacks and drinks are missing. “Did you grab the snacks?”

“Yeah!” Bucky calls back, muffled by the walls between the two of you.

A fond sigh falls from your lips and you follow after him, DVD cases in hand.

The tension in the air of his bedroom is charged with something you could not quite describe, and the butterflies in your stomach roar to life for it. You square your shoulders, and smile through it. “It’s no different, it’s no different,” you mutter under your breath; a mantra for confidence.

Though, it is short lived.

Bucky throws the blankets onto his bed with a grunt, and both the TV and DVD player switch on, ready to accept one of the disks you held in your hand.

A shuddery breath falls from your lips, and you make your way to the player to place the first disc in. It whirrs to life as you turn to look at Bucky, who is placing the snacks on a tray table, his tongue between his teeth as he works.

“Okay,” he hums, turning to face you, a shy smile on his face. “You ready, Bubs?” Without waiting for an answer, he walks past you to the light switch, his index finger poised to flip it off.

You look down at your body, the warm outerwear you had thrown on to get to Steve’s apartment suddenly becomes scorching hot against your skin, and an idea comes to mind — flustering him has given you a rush of confidence before…

“Almost,” you say, a hidden smirk on your lips. The layers of warmth are soft in your hands while you take them off, and you’re left in a thin tank top and soft, cotton shorts. “Now I am.”

A faint choking noise comes from the doorway behind you when you place the warmer clothes on Bucky’s desk chair. Inwardly, a coy smirk lifts the corner of your lips; outwardly, you look over to him, concerned and ever curious.

His face, normally soft and kind whenever he looked at you, is taut with embarrassment; blotchy and red. His eyes are frantically looking anywhere, and everywhere around the room but at you.

“Buck?” you say, getting his attention. His eyes meet yours. “You okay?”

The fidgeting is your first clue that he is struggling with something, and it is a battle to keep the teasing smile off your lips when his hands run constantly through his long hair and or come to a stop in the pockets of his grey sweats.

Patiently, you watch while he repeats the same actions several times, each pass of his hands only serving to make him even more flushed. “Yeah. Yep,” Bucky coughs. “Mhm. Just great, thanks.” He looks up to the ceiling and gulps loudly. “You’re really wearing those? Uh– Just those, I mean?”

You thin your lips to try and hurriedly fight off a smile as you grab your warm, fluffy socks from your bag. “Of course, silly,” you tease, shaking your head once. “I always wear my comfy clothes on movie night.”

The room turns deathly silent when you bend at the hip to pull the socks up your feet.

Peering up from your task, you see Bucky staring at your legs, evidently thinking he hadn’t been caught and his eyes begin to trail upwards, towards your chest. The slackjawed expression amuses you, though you feel the beginning sparks of your own shyness come to life.

“Buck?” A nervous laugh bubbles in your chest, and you play with the hem of your tank top at the heat in his gaze. “Bucky?” you try again, “Are you ready?”

“Uh– Yeah, yes,” he rushes, quickly flicking the light off so his face is cast into shadow. You could have sworn he looked like a kid getting caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar — wide eyes and a deepening blush that spread down his neck.

Bucky had always been a little shy in your presence, this you knew. Whenever you come over to visit Steve, or you bump into Bucky on campus, you always notice a remarkable difference in his normal, unwavering charm that he had in familiar company.

This lack of swagger gives you the impression that you unfasten the young, boyish version of him; the one ruled by nerves, and hindered by a severe lack of confidence.

Sure, you enjoy spending time with him here and there when you hang out at your brother’s apartment, but never before have you been this close to him, and alone.

“Why don’t we–?” You gesture towards Bucky’s bed, and before he could either protest or agree, you jog to the edge and jump onto the plush mattress with a squeal of laughter. The blankets cover you easily as you roll yourself in them. “This is perfect,” you sigh, happy and content.

“And where am I meant to sit?” Bucky laughs, appearing in your eye line with a bright, amused expression. “You blanket hog.”

“Fine,” you drawl, and you disentangle yourself from the cocoon of blankets.

“Why, thank you, madame,” Bucky says, extending his hand in a mock salute, and he sits down in the now available spot, before sidling up the mattress, to rest his back on the headboard.

The broadness of his shoulders don’t leave much room between the two of you, and you decide to snuggle up to his side in a bid to get comfortable. You feel him tense with the proximity, but he doesn’t push you away or say anything.

“Are you ready now?” you ask, reaching for the remote. “For the movie?”

“Yeah, go ahead,” he rasps, nodding quickly.

Despite his initial nerves, Bucky settles comfortably in your presence — half of the movie goes by undisturbed with only the occasional shuffling to get comfortable after getting a snack, or a drink.

That all changes the moment Bucky becomes restless,his leg twitching against yours constantly, and he repositions himself every couple of minutes. From the corner of your eye, you see his mouth opening and closing; the courage building within him to speak up. You bite your tongue against the urge — let him speak first, you chided yourself.

“So,” Bucky eventually says, his voice quiet. “How are your classes going, Buttercup?”

You take your eyes off the screen and face Bucky, but he’s already looking at you, his eyes bright from the glow of the TV.

“They’re going good,” you reply, just as quietly. “Yeah, they’re busy — hectic, even, but good.”

The fabric of the comforter ruffles as you turn your body towards him — your shorts ride up with the movement, and your bare thighs brush against his sweats. Bucky tenses while you settle in and only relaxes when you stop shifting in place. “This time of year is always busy, the coursework and exams,” you continue, shrugging your shoulders. “But I’m managing okay, thanks.”

Bucky nods his head thoughtfully. “Yeah, all those art projects you’ve gotta finish, it must be tiring.”

Shock slackens your features and you reel back — you could not recall telling him what you studied. “How do you know what major I’m taking?”

“I– um,” Bucky stutters, suddenly overwhelmingly shy. “I hear you talking to Steve about it. Y’know, when– When you come over, on movie nights, and other nights.”

You can sense Bucky is not done explaining; he licks his lips and stares at his lap, where he fidgets, again. Quietly, as if embarrassed, he continues, “I see you lugging your big canvases across campus sometimes, too. From class, and– And from the window, when I’m actually studying.”

Warmth creeps up your neck again and you blink rapidly. You hadn’t noticed that he took so much notice of you before now, and you couldn’t help but feel endeared over it.

Desperate to shift the attention away from yourself, you blurt, “How’s, uh– How’s training going for football season this year?”

Bucky freezes for a second, then trips over his words, “Oh, it’s good– Yeah, it’s great. Coach says I’m progressing well, so I’m doing alright, I guess.”

“So modest, Buck,” you tease. It was common knowledge on campus that Bucky is the star player of the college football team, while also being scouted to join the professional leagues. You place your hand on his arm and squeeze his bicep reassuringly, lending him a bit of your confidence. “Don’t you sell yourself short, I’ve seen you play — you’re amazing!”

He inhales sharply and grimaces, an expression that contorts his handsome face. “You really think so?”

“Bucky,” you say slowly. The tense line of his body is obvious as you shuffle closer, but you are determined to prove your point; assure him of his talent and abilities, for all of a shy puppy that he is.

“Listen to me, honey,” you continue, and Bucky refuses to meet your gaze, instead focusing on his hands. “Everyone can see it, all of us — all of the women in the crowds, all of the kids that watch you from the sidelines. We’re all screaming for you.”

His skin is warm under your palm, but you don’t remove your hand. Instead, you grip his arm and shake it a little. “You’re amazing.”

Bucky stays silent — contemplative of your words, and you take the opportunity to think over the reason why Bucky chooses to stay in on a Friday night.

There is no questioning the fact that Bucky Barnes could pull anyone he wanted, whether it was to party, or to fuck, but to your recollection — and from what Steve had slipped in the past — no one has ever witnessed Bucky bringing anyone home, drunk or otherwise. No partner he could call his own, either, and he didn’t brag about the obvious charm he held over the many women on or off campus.

Cautiously, you venture towards the subject of your curiosity. “Speaking of, shouldn’t you be going out on dates on a Friday night, like Stevie? Surely you’ve got tons of girls lined up for you.”

Bucky’s silence turns deafening, unnatural. His body becomes stiff and he looks to be barely breathing.

“Buck?” You sit up and look into his face. It’s pulled taut with what you could only guess as shame, but that made no sense, and with a mounting, swelling horror, you realise you may have pushed him too far; teased beyond the point of what is acceptable between friends. “Hey, did I say something wrong? I’m so sorry–”

“No! No– I… fuck.” Bucky throws his head back against the headboard and covers his face. “Oh, God,” he groans, muffled by his hands. “Shit.”

“Bucky–” You hesitate, unsure of what to do or what to say. You’ve never seen Bucky behave like this, so anxious and uneasy. “I– I’ll go, it’s alright, I’m sorry,” you say quickly, and you start to shuffle off of the bed when you hear his muffled voice say something behind his hands. “What was that, I didn’t–?”

A heavy sigh lifts his shoulders, and they slump back down as he exhales. “Ihaventevenhadmyfirstkissyet.”

“Sweetheart,” you say quietly, and you shift back towards him. The curtain of hair he’s so fond of covers and conceals his eyes from view, but you refrain from tucking it behind his ear. “I did not understand a word of what you just said.”

Bucky clears his throat and shifts uncomfortably, looking up at you with a great effort. “I– uh.” His hands land on his thighs with a finality not unlike the final siren at his football games, and he utters a reluctant, “I haven’t even had my first kiss yet.”

His bedroom is quiet enough you would hear a pin drop. The TV had long powered off, since the movie finished while you talked, and the tension was palpable; a living, breathing encumberment that could not be cut with a knife. The flickering light from the still burning candle on his bedside drawers makes shadows dance across Bucky’s face.

Okay, you think privately, so what?

Bucky hasn’t kissed anyone before. It was justifiable — too busy with life, training and keeping up his GPA. You didn’t have to make a big deal out of this. “That’s okay–” Then the reality of the situation hits you, and your mind screeches to a halt.

If Bucky hasn’t had his first kiss… “Does– Wait, does that mean–?”

“Yes.” Bucky squeezes his eyes tight and refuses to look at you — it is obviously a painful confession, yet he still forces himself to spit it out, putting voice to the doubt in your mind. “I’m a virgin.”

Now that catches you off guard.

Bucky… is a virgin?

Bucky, the star football player; built like a Greek god with the charisma to match.

Sweat beads on his forehead and he looks like he is about to bolt from the room in his fear, and you realise all of your thoughts had shown in your expression.

“Oh,” you manage, blinking slowly. The hand that was gripping his arm had moved without you realising, and you hastily place it back on his bicep. “Oh, Bucky.”

No other words come to mind.

When you came to visit Steve for movie night, a calm, easy tradition in your routine, you never expected to end up in this kind of situation; on the other side of a confession that has left you speechless with shock, all while a strange confliction brews deep within your guts.

You had been there once, and what you wouldn’t have given to have the opportunity to experience it with someone you trusted wholeheartedly — like you did Bucky, your mind supplies not-so-helpfully.

The realisation hits you harder than you expect, and you gasp quietly, still gripping his arm to reassure him.

Bucky moves his hands to cover his face again, and his chest rises and falls with a sharp hitch. The nervous pants for air that part his lips bring you back down to earth and away from that revelation. You know he’s embarrassed; ducking his head to his chest and glancing up as though you had scolded him. The entirety of his toned body is rigid with fear, each muscle clenching and poised to run, to save what dignity he feels he has left after such a confession.

It’s difficult not to stare at the veins that line and bulge from his forearms down to his deft hands, and you almost feel guilty for it; he’s in distress, fretting over the reveal of his lack of sexual prowess, but you cannot help the lingering gaze over his body. He just looks so pretty.

From the get go, ever since you had met the star football player, you have always fantasised about him. The silent crush on Bucky had developed into such a deep attraction you almost couldn’t bear it any longer.

Having convinced yourself of the non-existent reciprocation kept your tongue at bay, in the past. And while Bucky’s virginity is a surprise, it did not hinder or lessen your feelings for him, quite the opposite; the heady weight of it settling over your mind like a blanket.

What was stopping you now? What would be the harm in testing the waters?

To hell with it, you decide. The springs of the mattress creak as you move to shuck the blanket off of your body, then your legs.

Bucky audibly gulps behind his hands when you move closer, and he positively freezes, like a deer in headlights, as you lift your leg up and over his thighs to straddle him. The soft brush of his sweatpants over your legs sends a shiver up your spine, and you sit down, settling your body comfortably on his thighs, just above his knees.

“What– What are you doing–?” Bucky whispers, and his words are muffled behind his palms. You grin, unseen by your quarry, and you shuffle up his thighs to his hips, your clothed cunt just below the seam at his crotch.

The sound of Bucky choking on his own spit is comical.

You pull his hands away from his face, the urge to kiss each palm overwhelming; feather-soft brushes of your lips against the soft skin sends the pulse in his throat racing. “Buttercup, please– This is embarrassing enough–”

“Bucky,” you whisper, cutting him off. “Look at me.”

Blue eyes meet yours, and you pour all of the unspoken words between you both in your soft gaze, willing him to feel the yearning. “Kiss me.”

“But–” He hesitates, a fish out of water again. His mouth hangs slack from the shock of such a bold request, and you place your pointer finger over his lips, shushing him before he can carry on protesting.

You pout, placing a hint of pleading in your tone, “Please?”

He looks at you as though you’ve grown two heads. “I– What, I mean,” he flounders, arms hovering at his sides, hesitant to touch you — terrified of taking it a step too far. “I don’t know–“

“Aw, Buck,” you coo, smiling softly. Carefully, you shuffle further up his lap until your knees brush against the headboard of his bed. Gently, you place your palms on Bucky’s toned chest, just above his beating heart hammering away — not wanting to frighten him. “I’ll show you, okay?”

“Yeah.” The tremble in his voice makes your heart ache, but you smile encouragingly.

“Here we go,” you soothe. He smiles weakly back, eyes still wide with shock. “I’ve got you.”

You slowly and steadily move closer to Bucky’s face. A shudder racks through his whole body when he feels your breath against his neck, and you peck his stubbled cheek before sitting back upright to face him.

“Okay,” Bucky shakily says, fisting the blankets in his hands. “Okay. That was okay.”

“See? It’s not so bad,” you tease, and you tilt your head to the side, sticking out your cheek. “Your turn.” From the corner of your eyes, you watch his eyes sweep across your face, still hesitant and nervous, but a slither of curiosity now shining through.

Broad, strong shoulders lift in tandem with his deep, grounding breath, and he steadily leans in before he second guesses himself. He resolutely does not touch your body, but he manages to find the confidence to gently press his lips against your skin, kissing your cheek.

This time, he sits back and looks up at you for direction and reassurance.

You consider it, ignoring the fluttering of your heart. His touch was sweet, but polite; a kiss on the cheek that you would give a friend after such a long time apart. And, in the end, you want Bucky to gain more confidence and actually enjoy kissing — he shouldn’t have to be ashamed to want it. “Good, that was good,” you say, keeping your tone mellow so as to not spook him.

He is making good progress, and gentle encouragement is the way to ensure it continues, you reason with yourself. “Now, I want you to do the exact same thing, but start gradually moving towards my lips.”

“Oh– Okay, okay,” he breathes, and his eyes widen slightly before they dart down towards his lap.

That needs to be rectified immediately, before he shuts down, you hastily think, and you react swifty, your hands roaming from his chest and up to the sides of his neck, adding a little pressure to bring him back down to earth.

There was an innate need for him to know that he could trust you; that you would treat him with the respect he deserves.

Gently, you lift his head up, forcing him to look at you, and the downturn of his lips makes your heart ache. All you want to do is soothe the fear and rid the worry from his pretty eyes that pierce you, even through the strands of hair that have fallen in his face.

“You’re okay, Buck,” you soothe, rubbing your thumbs over his warm, rosy cheeks. The movement and assurance seem to do the trick. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

A minute passes, and you watch as the confliction flitters across his face; an inward battle to assemble his courage to bridge the gap between you both.

There is another minute of silence, when he slowly advances, leaving his palms flat on the covers of his bed as he kisses you on the cheek.

“That’s it,” you praise, sitting still in his lap, but smiling softly in encouragement.

Bucky hesitantly returns the smile, and he doesn’t move away, rather, he decides to stay close. “You did good,” you say, still smiling, and he takes you by surprise when he moves forwards again to place another tiny kiss even closer to your lips. “Oh–”

The soft brush of his lips makes you freeze, and he takes his time, building his confidence with each peck he makes.

Finally, he reaches the corner of your lips, and he stalls; confidence wavering and faltering with the daunting task. You go to part your lips to speak on instinct, to encourage him, when he suddenly moves even closer to your face, making you hastily shut your mouth and brace for what was to come; willing for your heart to slow down the tattoo it beats against your throat.

“Okay,” Bucky whispers more to himself, and he clears his throat before licking his lips. “Okay, okay. Just–” His lips connect with the curve of you own, the brief and fleeting connection enough to tell you that his lips are plump; ripe to swell and redden with a passionate make out session.

Hastily, Bucky withdraws, but not all the way back — he lingers and only allows the tiniest space between your faces.

“You did it, sweetheart,” you coo, keeping your voice low. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Th– Thanks,” he stutters, and the rosy blush he sported turns a splotchy crimson. Interesting, you think.

You turn your head to look at him, and the proximity of his face makes both of your lips brush against each other. The intoxicating softness consumes you, and you cannot deny the reality that Bucky is there, he is right there. A torture that intensifies in the billowing silence, while a burning, reckless spike of adrenaline rushes through your veins.

“Do you want more?” you ask quietly, breaking the silence and shattering the tension.

A harsh breath falls from Bucky’s lips, and he presses forward to kiss you properly for the first time.

Whatever you had been expecting for a first kiss from the inexperienced, sweet, charming man beneath you, flew out the window. Your lips slot perfectly over his, a chaste kiss that held enough need and want to be something far more; it could not hold a candle to the sex you had with past flings.

The kiss, unexpected as it was, lasts only for a couple seconds longer before Bucky pulls back from it, panting lightly — puffs of air fanning over your slightly parted lips. He lingers, bumping his nose into yours to keep close.

But eventually, Bucky pulls all the way back to rest against the headboard.

The silence is not deafening — not like it was before, and you open your eyes, blinking slowly.

Bucky is already staring at you. His eyes are glazed over with hunger, and he's out of breath, the rise and fall of his chest faster than before.

You fare no better. Your heart pounds heavily in your chest, but it still feels like it’s lodged in your throat. No words are spoken between the two of you; just an invisible string that keeps you entwined to one another.

It’s difficult to find the words to say, especially after something so raw and vulnerable; so new and budding. You want him to feel safe, like he had done good, though; you want to tell him he has nothing to worry about, not with you.

And just as you open your mouth to speak, to praise him for how well he had done, Bucky slides his hands up your thighs, over your waist, and up to your neck, cupping the back of it in his large palm. “I want–”

To your utter shock, he drags you closer, his lips greedily slotting over yours for a far deeper kiss.

Bucky can’t get enough of you; already addicted and demanding more. You can’t be mad for it, not when he’s a sensational kisser — he’s good, far too good. The basics have you dizzy with want, and you decide on a whim to challenge him, to push him a little further and test the boundaries.

You part your lips as Bucky pulls back, and before he could kiss you again, you tentatively tease your tongue against his lips. The sensation makes him sit rigid again beneath you, and he chases your tongue, the surprised moan he lets slip vibrates into your mouth.

The power of such a move has you smirking into the kiss.

You only plan to stoke the fire by pushing him into the deep end a little — the prospect of overwhelming him too risky, but when you feel the effortless slide of Bucky’s tongue entering your parted lips to dance with your own, it leaves you physically stunned and unable to move.

Bucky compliments you perfectly, as though he is a natural, and someone so timid should not be capable of that — it’s dangerous.

It escalates — tongues dance and lips clash, and Bucky’s breath is heavy on your lips, as yours is on his, when he pulls back for air. There’s a pull that you can’t ignore, not any longer, and you bring your hands up from his neck to his hair, threading your fingers through it, making him moan quietly against your lips, “Bu–”

Your nails scrape against his scalp while he speaks, and you squeak in shock as Bucky’s hips surge upwards, forcing his hard cock against your clothed cunt. “Oh, fuck–” he gasps, and his body turns rigid with fear again while he pleads for forgiveness. “I’m so sorry, so sorry, Bubs– I–”

Quickly, you place your index finger over his lips. “Hush, you. It’s alright. I loved it,” you reassure, and suddenly, it turns into a game for you — you are desperate to see how Bucky plays along, how close to the edge you can get him. “Let it go, it’s okay.”

Bucky’s breath hitches as you grind down hard against him, and his hands rush down from your neck to grip your waist. The unabashed moan he lets slip is sinful; a delight to be the cause of, and a Cheshire Cat grin splits your lips. You’ll be damned if you don’t get more from him, you decide.

“Fuck,” he grits out, the grip of his hands on your waist turning painful. “Fuck, yes.”

You moan and allow him to move your body where he wants it — predictably, he perches you straight on his crotch and his hands wander, slipping beneath the tank top you wear to brush against your skin.

The resolve he had held onto so strongly is starting to slip, and you inwardly scream with joy at the dilation of his pupils, the heavy pants of his breath — a poor, virtuous man is melting into a puddle at your feet.

The position of your body gives you an impression of just how big Bucky is, and with his cock hard, you can feel the girth and the size of him against your cunt — a crime, you think, that it wasn’t inside you.

Your motions of grinding down into him have the tip of his cock catching on your clit through your shorts, and the thin material has no pretence of protectiveness, and you greedily lap every single, last sensation up while shamelessly taking more.

“Bucky,” you whine against his mouth, and in turn, he nips at your swollen bottom lip before sucking on it. “Fuck– S’good.”

“Buttercup, baby,” Bucky slurs, and his fingertips dig into your skin, unknowingly marking you in his lust-fuelled haze. “Fuckin’ feel good, please,” he whimpers, unable to keep kissing you with the way his moans and litany of quiet cries fall from his lips, longing for more; too far gone, he can’t help himself anymore. “Need more, please.”

You’re all too pleased to listen to his cries for you; begging would taste so much sweeter, though. Next time. “Okay,” you soothe, pecking him on the nose. “I’ll give you more, sweetheart.”

The bed creaks as you shuffle up Bucky’s lap, and you move your hands to grip the headboard. “Don’t keep quiet on me,” you warn.

“Wha– Fuck!”

You pant as you grind down on Bucky’s cock, the effort of making your hips work this hard and fast steals your breath, but the sounds — oh, the sounds falling from his pretty lips make it all worth it.

The added friction of your lace panties against your soaked clit only amplifies the pleasure for you, and it’s all you can do to keep going.

Bucky throws his head back and groans to the ceiling, but you follow him, leaning over and panting into each other's mouths and kissing messily, barely able to put anything behind them as you work the both of you closer to release.

You pull back to look at him, and the slope of his neck is too tempting to leave alone — the loose strands from his hair are sticking to the sweat gathering on his skin, and you watch a bead of it roll down a curve of corded muscle.

Of course, you weren’t going to let it go — you want him to crack.

Bucky moans, his breath stuttering as your tongue chases the bead of sweat, and you latch onto his skin, sucking steadily at his pulse point. “Baby– Baby, please, fuck,” he babbles, forcing his head back further to expose more of his neck.

You oblige, all too willingly and with a giddy enthusiasm; the bow of your lips trace over his Adam’s apple and down to his collarbone, where you bite down gently.

“Shit, shit,” Bucky suddenly exclaims, his words slurring together. “No– No, please, I ca– Can’t,” he begs, and you pull away from his neck, brows furrowing in concern. “Please, I don’t want to– To, shit–”

Words seem to be out of his grasp, and you wait patiently for him to gather his thoughts while you watch the thread of his restraint wearing thin, so close to snapping when he’s this overwhelmed with the pleasure you are giving him.

You can’t have that, though.

Bucky was torturing himself, not allowing himself the pleasure of giving into his base desires - what he needs. “Can’t what, sweetheart?” you ask. “You can’t cum?”

Bucky nods his head frantically, his eyes widening. You consider him, the sweat on his brow and upper lip, the way his eyes plead for something more; he’s so desperate to not cum, to let go.

It’s plain as day that he is holding himself back, when you knew deep down that he is itching to relinquish control and give in.

You decide then to push, to throw caution to the wind and make him take it. “Why not?” you whine, grinding back and forth, back and forth, over his painfully hard cock. “Doesn’t my pussy feel good, baby?”

Bucky whimpers and scrunches his face up, cock throbbing as he grows closer to finishing. You don’t think he realises how he rambles to himself, “Fuck, yes! It does—fuck, it does baby.”

“Think for me, sweetheart,” you say, leaning close to his face. “Just think for me, how good being inside my pussy would be.” The lure of being inside your cunt cracks the last of his resolve; control slipping through his fingers before he can grasp hold of it.

You smirk, watching how his brows furrow and his eyes squeeze shut. “Just think, Bucky,” you repeat, “How wet and tight I’d be for you. How I would scream for more; beg for more of your cock and what you give me.”

The sound Bucky makes is close to a wounded animal, and his grip on your waist is sure to leave bruises. “Oh, sweetheart,” you coo, mouthing softly up his neck until your lips brush over the shell of his ear, and you whisper, “Doesn’t that sound good, baby?”

Something snaps within him.

The headboard of the bed thumps against the wall as Bucky tumbles over the cliff, his restraint long gone, and he wraps his arms tightly around you, curling them around your waist to hold you impossibly close. You feel something wet on your neck, and you realise belatedly that Bucky is crying silently, overwhelmed with the pleasure.

To reassure him, you thread your fingers through his hair again to scratch at his scalp. You feel his lips move up and down your neck, placing open mouthed kisses over the skin “Are you okay?” you ask softly, careful to not move in his hold. “Bucky, baby?”

“Mhm,” Bucky hums, and he buries his face further into your neck, nodding frantically. “Pleasepleaseplease.”

A victorious smirk pulls the corner of your lips up. You know you have him — Bucky’s too far gone to come back down now, and he won’t be able to stop.

“Go on,” you purr. Bucky hungrily grinds up into your heat, seeking it out and forcing a gasp from your lips with the pressure. “That’s it,” you push, and your last deadly blow has the dam breaking, once and for all: “Cum for me then, pretty boy.”

“Oh, oh, fuck– Baby–” Bucky moaned, but you keep steady pressure over his cock, and his hips start to stutter in rhythm. “Shit!”

“That’s it, that’s it, sweetheart,” you coax, just as a damp patch stains the crotch of his sweats, and his legs tremble under your thighs. There’s a loud thump as his head hits the headboard of his bed.

“Fuck–” Your own climax begins to mount, the tension of it unbearable, and just the band snaps, you cry out to the ceiling, “Bucky!”

The room is full of pants for air, the synchronised rise and fall of your chests in tandem with the twitching muscles of your body; the rushed gasps for breath a symphony to your ears.

“Holy shit,” you murmur, and you finally look at Bucky — only to be taken aback with the awestruck expression on his handsome face. His lips are stretched wide in a dopey grin, and his eyes, while normally so bright and soft, are glazed over with post-orgasm bliss.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he whispers. You feel the brush of his fingers over your waist and thighs, a soothing touch that in combination with his words sends another wave of heat up your neck. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”

You smile nervously, suddenly speechless with the earnestness and fondness in his voice. Instead, you shuffle down his thighs to rest your arms on his shoulders more comfortably, and you play with the hair on the nape of his neck — the soft locks damp with sweat.

The two of you stare into one another’s eyes, then, you rest your forehead on his to whisper, “Well, handsome, not so bad for your first kiss.”

Bucky starts to laugh, then giggles take over as he faceplants into your chest, nuzzling himself against your tits in shyness.

After a while, Bucky starts to shift in place, and you start to rise up off of his lap, when his sudden stiffness alarms you. “Bucky? What’s the matter?”

“I— I don’t, I didn’t mean to—“ He stutters, looking down at his crotch. You follow his gaze, utterly confused — there is nothing abnormal, only the wet patch of cum staining the material.

Your confusion only increases, and you look back to Bucky’s face. It’s blotchy and red from embarrassment. “Bucky?”

“I– Oh, goddamnit,” he mutters, and he looks down at his lap again pointedly.

The realisation washes over you; a lightbulb suddenly going off in your head. He was embarrassed over coming in his pants. “Bucky, sweetheart,” you say, moving to cup his cheeks and force him to look at you. “Listen to me, okay?”

Blue eyes meet yours, his gaze pensive. You muster the warmest, kindest smile; no judgement apparent in your own eyes as you stare at him. “There is no need to feel ashamed.”

“But–” Bucky tries.

“No, listen to me,” you interrupt, and you lean in closer, bumping his nose with yours before reassuring him, “There's no need to feel ashamed, sweetheart.”

His pure, innocent gaze doesn’t fail to make you swoon even more over him. “It doesn’t?”

“Of course not, you know why?” Bucky shakes his head, eyes wide and intent to listen to anything you have to say. Your lips hover over his as you whisper, “Because I love you making a mess for me, baby.”

The weekend passes by swiftly, a tangle of bedsheets and limbs; kisses and fleeting touches that turn into passionate embraces.

It was only when Steve came home on the Saturday night did he kick both you and Bucky out of the apartment with a yell of, “Bye! Have fun, kids!”

You decided to take Bucky back to your dorm-room — an easy decision when you get to watch how his eyes trail over your body as you walk down the halls holding hands.

And on Sunday morning, bright and early, a series of knocks on your dorm-room door wakes you out of your slumber. “Damn,” you grumble, blinking slowly into the dimly lit room. The curtains are drawn, but a slither of gold peeks from behind the fabric; right over Bucky’s face and the mess of his hair.

You sigh and tiredly throw the covers off you, mentally preparing yourself to get out of bed, but before you can get up, two arms curl around your waist and tug you backwards into a muscled chest. The warmth of the embrace makes you sigh contentedly.

“No,” Bucky groans before burying his face into your neck and smothering you with his body; trapping you with his arms and winding his legs around yours. “Dun’ get up.”

You giggle as he starts kissing your shoulders and nibbling at your neck — the stubble of his jaw tickling the soft skin while his lips soothed over it. “I have to,” you say quietly, and you grab his arm to pull it off, only–

“Nuh-uh. Where y’think you're goin’, Buttercup?” The deep rumble of his morning voice has you inner self trembling, memorising your antics of your weekend together. “Can’t leave me.” And to solidify his claim, Bucky clings onto you like a koala.

“Bucky, you big goof.” You slap his arm, but he just grunts his protest, clinging to your body tighter. “Come on,” you say, wriggling — it’s met with no success of him releasing you. “Get off of me so I can answer the door.”

But you should have known that he is far too stubborn to let up that easily — a stubborn puppy that refused to give up his treat. “No. Tell ‘em to fuck off.”

“Fine.” Your only hope is an attempt to bribe him, you decide, and you look at him to find he’s staring at you through a half-lidded eye, the other eye obscured by his pillow. “How about you let me go, and I promise to give you unlimited cuddles for the rest of the day, no moving whatsoever?”

That gets his attention, and he perks his head up to lean closer to yours. “I wan’ unlimited kisses, too,” he negotiates, pouting his lips and narrowing his eyes.

You cannot help but chuckle. “Deal, handsome.”

Bucky plonks backwards onto the bed, star fishing in his sulking — the treat now successfully taken away.

With your newfound freedom, you sit up and stretch, ignoring the grumbles and quiet whines of, “Bein’ left alone ain’t right,” and, “Tell whoever it is to fuck off, I mean it.”

The bedsheets rustle under you when you scoot to the edge, the warmth of Bucky’s body and the softness of the covers already sorely missed, especially when you stand up and slip into your fluffy, warm gown and slippers. The brush of Bucky’s shirt over your skin makes you smile, the fabric soft and worn but oh so perfectly Bucky.

“Hurry back, Buttercup,” he calls after you as you walk slowly out of the room. “Please—don’ leave me too long.”

“Drama queen,” you whisper, quiet enough he wouldn’t hear. The knocking comes again and you curse the cause — if it’s your friend from class asking to borrow your notes again, you were going to slam the door straight back in their face. Aloud, you say, “I’m coming, I’m coming. Don’t bust the hinges.”

You prepare the speech to scold your friend as you walk to the door, and you grab the hand;e — the metal of it cold from the chill overnight. The door swings open with a loud creak, and you start saying, “What are you–”

The lack of a presence, or anyone at the door, stops you short — not even a shadow of someone running away down the hall. “Fucking door dashers,” you groan, and you turn on your heel to go back inside when the toe of your slipper bumps into something on the ground. “What–?”

A gift basket, filled to the brim with an assortment of chocolates and scattered gift cards to your favourite stores, is innocuously sitting there. In the middle of the basket, poking its head out next to a bouquet of your favourite flowers, is the head of a stuffie Golden Retriever, the fur irresistibly soft and the eyes bright — much like Bucky’s. Its mouth held a note scrawled in messy cursive.

“Okay,” you mumble, and you kneel down to look at it closer, worried that there had been a mix up or confusion of a dorm number. As you near the letter, you realise that the messy scrawl spells out Flower. “Wait.”

That meant only one person was responsible.

Your fingers tore open the letter and unfold it; the messy scrawl continues on the inside, too.

Flower, I’m sorry for bailing on our movie night.

I know you’re pissed, but I hope this and the beefcake attached to your back makes up for my mistake.

Love ya squirt,

Your big bro.

“Stevie,” you say, eyes darting over the lines of script. “You sneaky bastard.” There is a post script just below his sign off, and you continue to read.

P.S. Date went well, tell you all about it on movie night next week? I’m sure we’ll have guests joining us x

Shaking your head in amusement, you place the note back with the stuffie, and pick up the rest of your basket. “What am I going to do with you,” you mumble, stepping back into your dorm to place the basket on the entry table to admire it again.

“Wha’s happenin’?” a voice rasps behind you, and sure enough, the aforementioned beefcake in the letter from Steve plasters himself to your back; arms around your waist and his face tucked into your neck again. “Back to bed, c’mon.”

Bucky drags you backwards, chuckling deeply at your squeal of laughter that echoes down the hallway to your bedroom. “You made me a promise,” he grunts, and he pulls you back into bed and underneath the covers, intent on making sure you fulfil your end of the bargain.

Part Two, Part Three

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Why isn't Bucky waking me up to have his way with me?

I wish I had the answer, nonnie!

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky can't resist having you when he comes home.

Word Count: Over 1.5k

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected vaginal sex, somnophilia (at first), established relationship, pet names, possessive behavior, slight feels (it's me, okay?), lovesick and needy Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: I can't send Bucky, but here you lovelies go! ❤️Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky wasn't meant to be home until tomorrow. He almost called to let you know he’d be back a day early, but it was late and he didn't want to disturb your slumber. Imagining the happy look in your eyes when you woke up beside him brought a smile to his face. Being loved by you was something he still couldn't believe was real some days, but he knew in the depths of his soul that you would always be his girl.

“Welcome home,” he whispered to himself when he saw you in bed, a sight for sore eyes.

He kept his gaze on you as he undressed, careful not to make any noise. You had an arm draped over the pillow next to you, the one he usually rested his head on. His heart raced as he took a step closer and gently pulled the blanket away, your body barely covered by the shirt he recently bought for you. Shivering slightly, you tried to curl in on yourself, but stilled quickly.

Like you knew he was watching you.

“I love you,” he breathed into the room.

You replied with a moan and rubbed your hand against the pillow.

You were beautiful when you slept. If you asked him, you were gorgeous all the time. A breathless kind of vision that he grew to appreciate more and more each day. But you weren't like a piece of art for him to just admire. You were the type of beauty meant to be appreciated.

And he gladly did so with his hands, mouth, and cock.

Oh, he loved you. Fuck, he needed you, too. It was an ache. A hunger. Awake, asleep, it didn't matter as long as he had you. And you were understanding enough to let him take what he needed.

“Mine,” he whispered.

Bucky quickly took the opportunity to slip into the bed and spoon you from behind. Your steady breathing grounded him in a sense while awakening the beast he kept at bay. The one that wanted to come out and play. One that needed to bury himself deep and keep you full.

If you were awake, he would've turned your head to kiss you nice and slow, unrushed even with the mounting desperation. Instead he rubbed his nose and scruffy chin at the juncture between your neck and shoulder, breathing in the distinctly sweet scent of you while wanting to leave his claim. That no one else could touch or have you. That you were his.

“You're mine,” he growled lowly.

Rubbing the inside of your thigh once he pushed your shirt up enough, he heard your breathing hitch. He wasn't ready for you to wake up just yet, but it didn't keep him moving his hand higher and grasping the elastic of your underwear. He debated tearing the offending fabric off, but he couldn't fault you for wearing them.

You didn't know he'd come home tonight.

He also thought about touching you through your panties to feel you squirm under his touch. Your whines and whimpers always made his cock twitch, especially when you soaked the fabric. Sometimes he liked to shove them in your mouth so you could taste yourself and know he was the one who did that to you.

Only him.

He brushed his lips along your skin as he pulled it down, almost wishing he was in front of you so he could look down and see your exposed pussy. “Mine,” he whispered again as his fingers parted your folds and skimmed over your clit.

You moved back against him with a sigh, enticing him without even trying. Alternating between teasing the bundle of nerves and your slit, he felt his own breathing get heavier and harsh with each passing second. By the time he brought his fingers to his mouth to lick your juices away, his cock was hard and heavy with the need to sink into your dripping cunt. He grunted as your flavor exploded on his tongue. He was done with foreplay.

And with how you panted and writhed, you were ready for him.

He hooked your leg over his thick thigh to open you up, hoping it wouldn't hurt when you stretched around him. “I love you,” he said once more as he brushed the tip of his cock against your hole, sighing as he slowly filled you up.

He had to close his eyes and hide his face in your neck to keep from losing it. He could go for hours when he wanted to, but the feel of your warm wetness gripping him like a vice was almost too much. Finishing quickly or not didn't matter. You’d take it as a compliment if your sweet cunt made him empty himself inside you so fast.

But he had to make it last and make you come first.

With a deep breath, he got himself under control. You let out the sweetest whine when he almost pulled out completely and shoved himself back in. Curled around you, all you could do was take his deep thrusts. He could've breathed through his nose and tried to stay quiet. He could’ve gone slow and steady. But he moaned and nipped at your skin, not wanting to hide his desire for you.

He couldn't see your face, but he felt you roll your hips back as you began to stir and heard another whine escape. You weren't completely awake, but your body craved what he was doing to you. It was enough for him to roll you on your stomach and quicken his pace.

“Bucky?” You mumbled.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I couldn't resist. Your pussy’s too good,” he groaned, putting a hand to the back of your neck to hold you still. “I need you. Need to feel you come on my cock.”

You fluttered around him as he stretched over your back, forcing you to take every inch of him. Your body went pliant as you let out a tired and needy moan. If you wanted him to stop, you would’ve told him to do so. “Please,” you whined as he practically rutted into you.

“I got you,” he grunted, driving harder into you as your fingers twisted in the sheets. “Missed you. Missed you so fucking much. Might need to keep my cock in you all night.”

You trembled, both of you knowing you’d lay there and let him fuck you all night if he asked. You were so good for him. And greedy. It would be wrong of him not to give you what you longed for.

“And you'll let me fill you up, won't you? Of course, you will,” he panted against your ear. You tried to arch your back, but his massive frame overpowered you. “It’s okay. Just take it. Let me have you.”

Fucking you raw was a gift he’d selfishly continue to ask for and take. But how could he not? You always let out the prettiest sounds when he flooded your holes.

He couldn't stop himself from shoving his hand between the mattress and your body, seeking out your clit to tip you over the edge. Moans poured from you as he lightly pinched it, giving you the push you needed. “That’s it. Come on my cock. My cock. My good girl,” he encouraged as you clamped around him hard enough for him to lose his breath.

You nearly cried as he took you apart. “Bu… Bucky…”

“Trembling around my cock. Greedy girl,” he moaned, his hips snapping faster as he brought his mouth back to your ear. “My turn.”

He let out a deep groan as he stilled, filling you. His release hit him so hard his head spun, muttering his love for and possession of you as his eyes fluttered. You let out a broken moan as you clenched around him again and he had to keep from collapsing against you, both of you fighting for air.

“Love you,” he mumbled, wanting you to hear it now that you were awake.

He only pulled out so he could move you to your back and desperately kiss your lips the way he needed to, pushing himself back inside your leaking hole with a hum. Your eyes were half-lidded when he broke the kiss. Your gaze made him want to ruin you all over again.

“Love you, too,” you croaked, your back bowing when he groped your breast through the shirt. “Welcome home.”

Bucky’s heart pounded as he leaned down to kiss you again. It was a dance of tongue and teeth, dizzying and passionate. Some days you were the fire and others you were the fuel. You accepted the entirety of him and he welcomed everything you selflessly gave him in return.

“Good to be home, baby,” he smirked, brushing his thumb along your covered nipple. “Now stay awake. I need to fill you up at least two more times before the sun comes up.”

Even after that, he wasn't close to being done with you. But he was whole because he was home with you. And that would always be enough.

We deserve this, okay? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 3 months

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(18+) fem!reader

bucky barnes is the kind of guy to fuck up into you during cowgirl, not because he's impatient, but because he simply wants to feel more of you.

just him lying back down on the mattress, you straddling his crotch, cock snuggly wedged into you - his hands digging into the plush of your thighs. he'd have to restrain himself, the squish of your skin pooling around his fingers being the main distraction. he'd look up at you as you slowly wind over him, brows knitted, eyes closed, lips bitten, tits swaying - the lewdest of images as you gently bounce.

your hands placed firmly on his stomach isn't enough. he wants to feel you closer - he wants your chest sandwiched against his, wants his lips on yours. his cock inside of you, not enough to satiate the need.

he'd trail his hands up you higher, gliding up your tummy, over your tits, right up to your throat. he wouldn't squeeze, no. just lightly pulling you down to him, silently guiding you to hover over him. your weight anchored on your hands either side of him.

bucky would stabilise you, keeping you balanced - one hand on the curve of your hip, the other along your jaw, lips hungrily working over yours. he'd swallow your gentle moans, your soft, sweet whines vibrating against his tongue.

he'd bend at the knee and testingly nudge up into you, cock bumping into your pussy so nicely. the new angle ripping the most bliss-filled cry from the pits of your stomach. he'd smile against your lips, doing it again. and again. just to hear that same sultry noise from you.

he would part from your lips, trailing kisses along your collarbone until he reaches your tits, leaving a line of soft, wet suckles behind. he'd wrap his lips around your perk nipples, tongue leisurely flicking over the bundle of sensitive nerves. dick stroking up into you unrushed.

his hands would leave the placement around your mid back, instead moving downwards - one metal, one fleshed hand slowly dragging over your skin. bucky's hands would rest on the dips of your waist, guiding you over his cock with very little manoeuvring, gently pushing your hips down onto him. the slow roll of his hips meeting you in the middle.

lips back on yours, muffling loving words into your skin. telling you that you're his sweet, special girl.

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bucks-babe · 3 months

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Be Mean To Me

Pairing: Bucky x f!reader

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

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

Word Count: 4.9k of mostly smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bucky sits against the wall of the tub and you curl further into his lap, not wanting any space in between you. Somehow you still aren’t close enough to him, wanting to be surrounded completely by him. Tears are still leaking down your face and even with Bucky’s consuming presence, you can’t seem to pull yourself up to the surface. Bucky’s arms are wrapped around you, making sure that you are as close as possible without him being inside of you.

“Sweets, can you look at me? Want to see those pretty eyes.” You can hear the concern in Bucky’s voice, but you can’t bring yourself to move away. He’s your safe space and you just want to bask in his warmth. “Sweets, please. Can you tell me how you feel? I need to know you’re okay.” You don’t know why that set you off, but all of a sudden more tears escape you, sobs fighting to make their way out.

Bucky’s entire world stops, fear shoots up his spine. He doesn’t know if he could live with himself if he hurt you, if he did something that you didn’t want. He knows that you asked him to treat you like a whore, but what if you didn’t want him to go as far as he did? You used your safe word when it got to be too much, but what if you really wanted to say red, not yellow, but wanted to please him, or felt like you had to please him. “Sweetheart, did I hurt you? Did I go too far? Please talk to me.”

Even though you didn’t want to talk, you could hear that he was about to cry. “I’m okay. Just love you so much.” You could feel Bucky relax under you.

“You sure, sweets? I’ve never seen you like this before.” While some of his fears subsided, Bucky was still worried about you.

Picking your head up so you could look him in the eye, you saw just how scared Bucky truly was. “I promise, Buck, I loved every second of it. You made me feel so good and cared for. No one has ever made me feel the way you do.” Bucky closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the wall. At that moment, Bucky understood why aftercare was so important. Of course he knew you needed to be taken care of so that you knew how much he loved you, but hearing those words come out of your mouth made him feel loved in a way he didn’t know was possible.

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

Bucky feels ten times lighter when he gets a giggle out of you. He knows that there will be days when you need him to treat you like a slut, but you know how much he loves and respects you. He lays you on the bed before grabbing your favorite lotion to put on, being extra careful when it comes to your sore ass, placing kisses in each spot after he's rubbed in the lotion.

The marks on your face are gone by now, but Bucky still fusses over your skin care routine, knowing you don’t have the energy to complete it. After taking care of you, he climbs into bed and covers the both of you up, still naked but you don’t care. Bucky reaches into the bedside drawer and grabs some chocolate while you feed it to each other. Neither of you say much, but nothing needs said.

You place kisses on his chest and arms, anywhere that you can reach, trying to let him know how much you appreciate him - Bucky knows. You fall asleep first, not being able to keep your eyes open any longer, Bucky moves you to his chest, cocooning you into him before he falls asleep, your head tucked carefully under his chin, legs tangled together, completely protected by him.

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downbadf0rficppl · 3 months

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pink in the night

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: Some interesting rumours have been circling around about Bucky. Little do you know, it's kinda your fault.

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: Porn with a bit of plot, SMUT, SMUT, SMUT, soft Buck, SMUT!!!!

AN: Sorry y'all! It's kinda a bit shit but listen, it's self-indulgent so idc :) This is kinda inspired by 'Pink in the Night' by Mitski which I was listening to while writing this. Have a good rest of the week, y'all <3

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Bucky had a love-hate relationship with being your neighbour. On the one hand, he loved seeing your face as you left your room every morning, hair not yet slicked to perfection, and sleep still evident on your face. You seemed a lot more innocent in the morning - conversations more idle.

On the other hand - and perhaps as a downside to his more sensitive hearing - you drove him crazy with the knowledge of things that perhaps he wasn't supposed to know.

This night was no different. You had headed off to bed after a long day, bidding everyone in the kitchen a good night. You grabbed a water bottle before slipping into the elevator, Bucky not far behind. You stepped out of the elevator together and you wished him sweet dreams before slipping into your room. Oh, his dreams were going to be far from sweet.

You see, your beds were pushed up to opposite sides of the same wall, so he could hear you relax on your bed. He could hear you shuffle to strip into just your underwear, and how your hand slipped into your panties. He could hear how your breath hitched as you circled your clit, and your soft moans as you plunged your fingers into your cunt or as your vibrator dipped in between your folds.

He could almost envisage you doing it - a forbidden porno that took root in his mind every night that he heard you finger yourself to completion. The rosy pink flush that you would glow as you came all over your hand. Your heavy rise and fall of your chest as you came down from your high. The small smile that would adorn your face as rolled over to fall asleep - the oxytocin released coursing through your veins.

He felt disgusting as he did - one of those creeps that he intended to protect you from for the rest of his life. But after you'd fallen asleep, he'd hop into the shower to cool his body and his mind - to throw the detestable thoughts of you to the far corners of his mind. But as he fell asleep, you'd re-enter his mind in a different way. A more safe-for-work way. You'd be in his arms, cuddling him and whispering sweet words of encouragement. You'd be cooking him dinner while he told you funny stories about his life with scrawny Steve in the 40s; he'd be washing the dishes while you sat on the counter tell him about your day. He'd worry for your well-being - not as an overbearing coworker but as a loving, doting boyfriend. Maybe husband.

Bucky was getting ahead of himself - he'd have to work up the courage to have more than a few-word conversation with you. But for now, wishing he could hold your hand would have to suffice.

Being Bucky's neighbour was not much easier. Especially when he was completely oblivious to your plight. Even the slight brush of a hand made your heart flutter.

You loved seeing him early in the morning - he always seemed less reserved when he was fresh from a good night's rest. He was faster to smile, faster to laugh. It was nice. You woke up at an ungodly hour to see him just before he headed on his morning run. You couldn't deny that the morning light did wonders for him - you were always left wanting more when he dipped into the elevator.

Oh, and the sounds. Your hearing was not quite as superior as Bucky's, but you definitely heard things that left you clenching around thin air.

You knew Bucky wasn't one to self-complete often - in fact, it was rare that you ever caught on to the act. But you had caught the odd broken moan coming from his room. You turned into molten mush, the weight of your arousal buckling your knees. If there was any sound that could turn you to putty, it was that.

You didn't how many times the idea of Bucky fucking you had played through your mind, but each night a different variation brought you the same ending - your fingers deep in your cunt, coaxing you to a climax.

Every night, you wished his cock, tongue, fingers were filling you up instead of yours, leaving you aching and wishing for more. You wanted to run your nails down his back - leaving permanent reminders of your love for him - while he nipped at your neck - leaving marks claiming you as his.

Sometimes, your brain caught up to your thoughts, reprimanding you for your possessiveness. He wasn't yours, you had to remind yourself, even if you wished he was. For that, you'd have to actually have to have more than a few-word conversation with him - which to be honest, seemed impossible. So you stuck to your nightly wishful dreaming, hoping one day he'd be yours. Only yours.

Summer was the worst for Bucky. You were the type to spend hours upon hours out in the sun, coming back with a budding tan and rosy complexion - it did nothing to quell the budding images flashing in the back of his mind. You. Under him. Panting. Moaning his name as he brought you to the edge. Over and over again. Face glowing pink as you gaze up into his eyes, drunk on love and his cock. Bucky had to excuse himself to splash cold water on his face.

It didn't help that the clothing you wore did nothing to help his imagination. The semi-sheer tops, the shorts, the swimsuit and bikinis. Every time he saw you, he immediately had to duck back inside to deal with 'a little problem'. More like a very large, very hard, and very obvious problem.

Still, he enjoyed your company more than he had for the better part of his time living in the compound. He listened to your stories, your jokes, helped solve your issues. He felt that - even if you weren't quite what he wanted you to be - your relationship was blossoming into something quite beautiful. And that made him feel a lot braver - he introduced a little comment here and there, a hand always on your waist or the small of your back. He flirted with you from time to time: just to gauge a meter on your reactions, he'd tell himself, as if this was an experiment to crack a hypothesis that had been perplexing scientists for years.

The sun was peaking over the top of the trees surrounding the compound when you woke up. That was a rarity in summer, given that the sun rose at nearly 5am. Still, you didn't miss out on the opportunity to watch the sunrise, curling up on your windowsill with your blanket wrapped tightly around your shoulders.

You heard Bucky opening his door, and you ran towards yours, grabbing your phone and slippers on your way. You opened your door just as he closed his. He was dressed in gym wear - as always - since he was going on his morning run around the compound track. It was a nice track - one that you rarely frequented - going in and out of the forest behind the compound, totalling about 4.5 miles in distance.

He took you in, eyes bulging as they raked over you. You looked down, following his gaze. Shit. In your rush to see Bucky, you'd forgotten that your nightwear had consisted of some flimsy shorts and your bra - that you had thrown on after waking up to save a modicum of dignity, should someone burst into your room. It was too hot for anything else. You crossed your arms over your chest, which indefinitely made the issue worse as Bucky's eyes lifted way over your head.

"Looking good, babe!" Nat yells, walking across the landing toward you both. Clearly, Bucky had been intending to go on a run with her, maybe fit in a quick sparring session. You sent them on their way, with a 'have fun' and 'don't have too much fun.'

As soon as you were back in the comfort of your room, Nat elbowed Bucky hard.

"Oww! What the fuck was that for?" Rubbing his metal arm, for the convincing act.

"Oh please, you big baby. You have a fucking metal arm, get over yourself." She looked down, "You have a bit of a situation going on down there."

He looks down, embarrassment flushing his cheeks bright red, and subtly tucked his hard dick into his waistband.

"You wanna go sort that out? I won't hold it against you," Nat said, hitting the button to call the lift, "I promise not to tell Stark. Scout's honour." She jokingly holds up 3 fingers. Bucky swats her arm gently.

"No point."

Nat gasps, "No way. Don't tell me Mr. Winter Soldier can't have sex."

"Not sex," Bucky mumbles, "Just jerking off. Can't seem to - you know - finish."

Bucky had a history with Nat. They'd known each other for years. That kind of history made this kind of conversation somewhat less uncomfortable.

Nat burst into laughter. So much for not being uncomfortable.

The lift stopped on Sam's floor. He stepped in, gazing warily at the scene in front of him: the Black Widow doubled over in laughter, and the Winter Soldier embarrassed and uncomfortable in the corner.

He begged to be let in on the joke. Nat wheezed between laughs, "He - can't - fucking - cum!" Bursting into another bout of laughter, with Sam close behind, Bucky jumps out on the next floor, heading to the roof for some fresh air. He catches you up there, trying out some morning yoga. He sneaks up behind you as your stand up, grabbing your waist. You shriek, hitting him hard in the chest, before melting into his embrace once your brain caught up to the situation.

"Not fair!" You pouted, pausing your peaceful music, "Yoga's supposed to be peaceful!"

Bucky chuckles, pulling you into another hug, feeling you wrap your arms around his neck.

"I thought you were going on a run with Nat?" You whispered into his ear, your cheek resting on his clavicle.

"She ditched me for Sam." Bucky opted to leave out the real reason why he had left Nat and Sam in pieces in the elevator.

"Sucks to be you, Barnes!" You laugh pulling away and stepping back onto your mat. "Now leave me alone - just 'cause your friends abandoned you, doesn't mean you can bother me."

Bucky pouted, causing you to laugh before you turned back to your Yoga. He stood there and watched you for a minute, before heading back down to the gym. He strung up a punching bag, before wrapping his flesh wrist. Bucky took all his pent-up aggression and frustration out on the punching bag, allowing no respite between each jab, cross, and hook.

He stayed in the gym for over 3 hours, working every bit of stress out of his body. By the time he left the gym, the sun was high in the sky and a long day of paperwork and training awaited. Bucky headed up to his room for a quick shower - washing all the sweat off his body.

He felt lighter heading downstairs for breakfast - the weight of his arousal pushed far back in his mind. There was nothing he could do about it anyway.

Since deciding he would pursue you honestly, he couldn't seem to finish, no matter how hard he tried. You had been the only thing to push him over the edge - it seemed his body couldn't do it without you. It was frustrating beyond belief. He'd tried other things, porn, erotica, even thinking back to good times before the war. Nothing helped. It was as if his body was finetuned to you - only you knew the magic password to release him. Figuratively and literally.

When he reached the kitchen, he was privy to a welcome sight. You, in your combat gear, grabbing some granola bars before you jumped on the quinjet. You and Stark were heading on a surveillance mission in Guatemala for the week. You were reaching up to the top shelf, stretching on your tiptoes for the expensive granolas that had been kept on the top shelf. Bucky's granola bars that he had put there to stop anyone else from stealing them.

He reached up from behind you and grabbed the box, placing it in your hands. You looked guilty. You'd been caught red-handed.

"It's fine, doll. Take as many as you want." He said, leaning back against the counter, resting on his forearms. Your face flushed red as you grabbed 2 or 3, shoving them into your bag and turning around to fill up your water bottle.

You shivered when his hot breath fanned across your exposed neck, "Just remember that you owe me."

He was gone by the time you turned around.

The rumour had spread like wildfire while you were away.

"Did you hear that Bucky can't have sex?"

"I heard that Bucky can't - you know - cum?"

"Apparently, his time at Hydra fucked him up worse than he realised."

"He can't even masturbate you know?"

The rumours were getting out of hand, but he let them swirl. There was an ounce of truth to them, even if Hydra had nothing to do with his current predicament.

No, that blame could only lie with you.

When you got back, Bucky had just left on a 4-day-long mission with Sam - which meant you heard all the rumours and Bucky wasn't there to defend himself.

You heard it first when you dropped your suit off for dry-cleaning. One of the tech guys was whispering to Marta, the woman who looked after the dry cleaning of suits, about Bucky's apparent inability to ejaculate. You were shocked. Where the hell did they even get that information? You dropped off your suit and headed back up to your room to shower.

You then heard another mention of it when you went to drop off your reports. Two of the agents that were being reassigned to Steve's team - that were currently on a month-long mission in Chad - were gossiping outside Tony's office.

" - and apparently she ran out crying. Thought she wasn't good enough for him or something along those lines. I don't know."

"Yeah, apparently the breakup was grizzly."

"I feel bad for him you know, all of the shit he went through with Hydra, and now this?"

"Yeah, man, really sucks."

Your face blushed a bright red. What the fuck? Where did this rumour even come from? You knew for a fact that Bucky hadn't had a girlfriend since living in the compound so wherever that part of the rumour came from was completely untrue.

You had to get to the bottom of this.

You spent the better part of the next 2 days collecting bits of information from conversations between people around the compound. You found out that the rumour had originated from a conversation between Nat and Sam, which an agent had overheard while they were on their run. It had been twisted as most oral stories were leading to this big misleading idea that Bucky was unable to even get it up and that he was unable to please a woman. You were sure the latter part was untrue. You'd heard the way he moaned alone in his room - you were sure that you could cum just from his moans alone. He wouldn't even need to touch you.

You didn't think the rumour would affect you when Bucky got back. After all, you knew at least some of it to be false. But when he got back, his beard grown out a little because he couldn't shave it while he was away, you felt embarrassed. Not because of his supposed 'predicament' but because you felt as if you had found out something that you maybe weren't supposed to know.

Bucky caught on quicker than you would have liked. The night after he got back, Tony had thrown a little get-together to 'celebrate midsummer'. Realistically, Tony just wanted a reason to go out and drink with his friends. You had avoided Bucky most of the night - not necessarily intentionally, but Bucky still felt slightly hurt and more than a little confused.

He caught you alone on the balcony, looking out at the stars.

"Did I do something?" He said, sneaking up behind you and making you jump. Nervousness and insecurity laced his every move, worried that he had hurt you in some way that he couldn't possibly imagine.

You shook your head violently, scared to make eye contact with him. He lifted your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his.

"What's wrong?" You turned back to face the sky, embarrassment filling your chest. He laced his metal fingers into yours, "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

"It's stupid."

"No, it's not. Nothing's stupid, not if it's you." Your heart fluttered at his words.

Your eyes met his steady gaze, "It's really stupid." His eyes begged you to go on, "It's just that - um - when I got back I - um - heardthisreallystupidrumourandIshouldn'thaveletitgettomebutbasically -"

Bucky placed a hand on your waist, drawing small circles, "Breathe."

"Someone said you had trouble pleasing women." You let out quietly. If it hadn't been for his enhanced hearing, he probably would have missed you. His grip on your waist tightened, "Bucky?"

"Trouble pleasing women? That's a new one." His deep voice cut you to your core. You let out a small whimper as the arousal pooled in your panties.

Bucky didn't miss that either.

He grabbed your arm and led you through the party. No one gave you a double look as he lead you into the vacant elevator, slamming your floor number and pushing you up against the wall.

"Think I can't please a woman, huh? Think again. Don't think I don't know what you think about when you cum all over your hand, whining my name under your breath." You whined lowly at his words, feeling how he pushed his hard dick perfectly in line with your throbbing pussy, "Isn't that right, slut? That's what you are, aren't you? My perfect little slut?" You moan at his degrading statement, pushing your pussy further onto his cock trying to find some friction.

"So needy," He tutted, his condescending tone only heightening your arousal. The elevator door pinged and Bucky picked you up bridal-style, kicking the door to your room open. You regularly forgot to lock it while heading down to dinner - for once, both you and Bucky were glad.

He dropped you on your bed, unceremoniously, eyes raking over you ravenously. The heat rose up your face, as you shifted under his unrelenting gaze.

"Oh baby, you don't how long I've been waiting for this." He leaned down locking your lips in a passionate kiss. His palm landed just above your knee, caressing up your leg towards your upper thigh. His hand slid under your dress, cupping your ass. He left a light squeeze, making you gasp into the kiss.

He leaned down, grabbing you with ease, flipping you both so you were straddling his waist. He tangled his flesh hand in your hair, the metal one possessively gripping your hip. He brought you down to his lips for another kiss - even when you were on top, he made sure you knew that he was in charge.

He toyed with the hem of your dress, eyes raking over you once again.

"Off."

You pulled the dress over your head, leaving you in your bra and panties. You felt seriously underdressed, especially considering Bucky was still in his jacket. He reaches up, joining your lips in another kiss, and reaching around to remove your bra. He tosses it to the side, running his knuckles over your pebbled nipples. You moan loudly, panties soaked. He takes his time pinching and squeezing your nipples, licking and biting as he went. The alternate sensations of one warm hand and one ice-cold heighten your arousal ten-fold. You buck your hips over his jeans, the sensation of his fly between your sensitive folds throwing you into overdrive.

His grip on your waist tightened once again. "I can feel your cunt throbbing, honey." You whimpered pathetically. "Go ahead, use me to get off. I know you want to."

Your hips started bucking off their own accord, clothed pussy running over the fly of his jeans. They started slow, getting a feel for what exactly you were doing. Bucky's hands started pushing you faster, setting a faster groove. The coil in your stomach began to tighten as your bucking became more erratic. You teetered on the edge of an orgasm when Bucky stopped you.

"Beg." He restarted your pace, faster and more erratic than before.

"Please, please, please, please, Bucky, please let me cum, please..-" You babbled, tripping and stumbling through your pleas. With a searing kiss, he gives you permission.

"I love you, I love you, I love, OH-" You fall off the edge of one of the hardest orgasms you've ever had, head empty with only one thing on your mind. Bucky.

You feel Bucky manhandle your body so your back is lying on the bed and he is towering over you. He asks you if you want to go on and all you can do is nod your head vigorously.

He chuckles, "I like your enthusiasm baby, but I need words. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes, YES!" You shout, breathlessly, already needing more.

He's fully naked and it's all you can do to not stare. He's definitely a well-endowed man, and he definitely has no problem getting it up.

"Like what you see?" He smirks, and you slap his thigh playfully. He pulls you further toward the edge of the bed and lines his dick up with your slick folds. He slides in slowly, holding your chin up so you keep eye contact with him. He watches as your eyes roll to the back of your head in satisfaction. You've never felt so full in your life. He presses into you slowly, feeling the way your tightness engulfs him, allowing your body to adjust to his size. You whimper softly as he pushes in - you never realised just how desperate you were for him.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He chuckles, watching as tears leak out of your eyes. His condescending tone was back, and all it did was make you hornier. You babbled incoherently, "Gone dumb already? What a cock-drunk little slut you are."

He trails a metal finger up the side of your torso, watching the goosebumps left in its wake. You whimper again.

"Such a needy little baby. Only I can take care of you like this, right? Only me."

"Only you." You affirmed, pressing a kiss to the arm near your head.

He pulled out almost entirely, before slamming all the way back in. You screamed in pleasure, and Bucky set a brutal pace. He pinned your arms above your head with his right hand, and his left hand came to wrap around your throat. The significance of that was not lost on you. He loved you enough to not hurt you, even with his metal arm.

"I love you, baby. You know that right?" Bucky looked you deep in the eyes, "You know I love you right?"

"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you," You babble back, lost in the throes of passion.

Bucky found your clit with his metal hand, pressing and flicking gently. You felt your muscles tighten for a second time, and you grabbed the sheets throwing your head back as you came harder than the first time.

Bucky came moments later, deep inside you with a loud moan. He pulled out slowly, collapsing next to you. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling yourself into his neck.

He chuckled at that, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a bear hug. You stayed like that for a minute before he untangled himself from you and carried you to the bathroom.

He turned on the shower and you both stepped under it, cleaning the sweat and cum off your bodies. Your legs felt like jelly, so you leaned heavily into Bucky as he washed you off.

"Stay awake, doll, just for a second," He said, shaking you awake each time you dozed off in the shower.

Bucky pulled some of your clothes onto your body, before setting you down on the bed. He gave you a quick kiss to the forehead before promising to be back soon.

He snuck into his room wrapped in a towel, before throwing on the first pair of sweats he could find and dashing to the kitchen for a cup of water.

He snuck back into your room, to see you already dead asleep on the bed. He slipped under the covers, tugging you closer to his chest, and smiled.

Through your grogginess, you nuzzled into his chest. "I love you." You whispered, your lips resting against his heart.

You woke up to the sound of soft snoring in your ear and sunlight streaming through the window. You smiled. You untangled yourself from Bucky's arms, disappearing into your bathroom to pee. You wash your face and brush your teeth before diving back into Bucky's arms.

Your legs were still sore from last night, but you didn't care. You were Bucky's and Bucky was yours. The very thought put a massive smile on your face.

"What's tickled your feather this morning?" Goddamn, his morning voice was sexy. You smiled and pressed a hard kiss to his lips.

Bucky smiled through the kiss. He picked you up by the thighs, carrying you while he brushed his teeth and splashed his face.

The compound was pretty silent, barely anyone was awake after drinking the night away. So, while Bucky made you pancakes for breakfast, you asked him the question, "Hey, Buck, where did the rumour come from?"

He looked at you, vaguely embarrassed, "You know that day, when me and Nat were gonna go down to train?"

You face flushed red, "When I walked out in my underwear?"

"Yeah," he chuckled, "I got a hard-on, like a teenage boy."

You stifled a laugh.

"So, Nat said, do I wanna go deal with it? And I told her I couldn't."

You looked at him confused, "Why not?"

"Cause of you," he said simply. You looked at him even more confused, "You were the only thing I got get off to. I tried everything else. Porn, erotica, even thinking about old sex. Nothing worked."

You flushed red again. "Oh god, I've weirded you out, haven't I?" You broke off his impending spiral with a kiss.

"I love you." You said, placing a kiss on his bare chest.

He looked at you with such love and reverence that you felt like you might combust under his gaze.

He kissed you again and all you could think was, "I love you, I love you, I love you."

I love you, I love you, I love you.

I love you I love you I love you.

fin.

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cosmicbucky · 6 months

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wallpaper

summary: bucky finds out how to change the wallpaper on your phone, and takes every opportunity he can to do so. until one day he doesn't have the heart to

pairing: bucky barnes x female reader

word count: 1000

warnings: fluff, nonspecific friends to lovers, this was just a dumb idea i had

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The first time Bucky changed the wallpaper on your phone, it was an accident - kind of. He sat on your couch, lazily scrolling through the photos of Alpine you insisted he looked at, because you simply couldn’t resist having a Halloween photoshoot with her while he was off on yet another mission, leaving her in your trusting hands. He was happy you were in the kitchen, because he would never let you see the smile he wore as he browsed the album, chuckling silently to himself over how elaborate these photos were. His mood swiftly changed when he swiped incorrectly, an array of different options suddenly presenting themselves to him. He swore under his breath as he tried to make them go away, but he only made it worse as the option to change your wallpaper came up. With an annoyed huff, he just kept tapping, figuring that eventually he would get it back to how it was. After a few more grueling seconds, he sighed in relief as he was once more face to face with Alpine sitting inside a jack-o-lantern candy bucket - how was he supposed to know that photo was now both your lockscreen and homescreen?

“Did you change my lockscreen?” you curiously asked when you finally sat back down beside him, taking your phone and checking it for any new messages.

“Did I what?” he asked in confusion, his head snapping up from his own phone to look at you with a scrunched brow.

You could only laugh lightly, turning your phone to display the new photo brandishing your screen. The second Bucky saw it, his eyes widened almost imperceptibly as his face flushed ever so slightly.

“I, uh- sorry,” he muttered, scratching the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean to, your phone is just - it’s different than mine.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle fondly, your chuckles growing into more laughter as you realized it was also your homescreen. “It’s okay, Buck,” you assured softly, laughing quietly as you changed the photos back to their precursors. “It could have been worse, at least it’s not an embarrassing photo or something.”

You were too busy fixing his mistake to notice the glint that sparkled in his eyes, a smirk growing on his face as your words gave him the most incredible idea he’s had in a while.

The second time Bucky changed your wallpaper, it was very much not an accident. You left him your phone so he could look at the photos you took on your latest trip, unpacking your bags as he split his attention between listening to your stories and scrolling through a seemingly endless array of new pictures - which he truthfully enjoyed, but he was on a secret mission for the perfect, nondescript one to choose.

“Again, Buck?” you giggled, flopping on the bed beside him as you took your phone back.

“What?” he asked, just innocent and clueless enough to not raise any flags.

“You and your fat thumbs, I swear,” you mumbled under your breath, changing the photos back once more, completely oblivious to his proud little smirk.

It took three more times for you to suspect that Bucky had started doing it on purpose, but your suspicions weren’t proven correct until he took a photo of you to display.

“Did you- when- really?” you stammered as you looked between him and your phone, half annoyed and half impressed because when did he even take this photo?

He only grinned in response, laughing about how long he was able to do it under the pretense of it being an accident before running away in a fit of giggles, dodging the pillow you threw after him.

From that moment on, it became a game for him.

Any opportunity that presented itself, Bucky snatched your phone and changed your displays to the most embarrassing and ridiculous photos of yourself.

A sunset was changed to you mid-sneeze. Alpine was changed to you post-nap. You partying with the gang was changed to an extreme close up of your face in that very photo. Louisiana docks were changed to you mid rant as you yelled at him to give you your phone back. A cherry blossom was changed to you passed out on the couch, wrapped up in a hoodie you stole from him and drooling all over the sleeve of it.

As time went on, you stopped being surprised whenever it happened, and you grew to enjoy it. It was a silly thing, but it was a silly thing that only you and Bucky shared. It was a special thing, a cherished thing. It was your favourite thing.

Neither of you realized how the dynamic between the two of you started morphing into something else right in front of your very eyes. It was slow. It was gradual and complex and delicate and went unnoticed for almost a whole year.

It was only noticed now, as Bucky took the opportunity to grab your phone as you slept soundly against his chest. It had been a while since he was able to get a chance to do this, and so he eagerly unlocked your phone, already running through different ideas of what picture to use.

He was caught off guard when the picture staring back at him was from a few weeks ago. It was the day you finally convinced him to let you drive his bike after months of endless asking. It was a photo neither of you knew Sam took until later that night, when he sent it to both of you.

It was you, sat in front of him on the bike and wrapped up in his arms, one securely planted on either side of you as his hands rested on yours, guiding you through everything as you both gleefully laughed at the fact that you actually managed to convince him to do this.

For once, Bucky didn’t have the heart to change it.

He couldn’t.

It was his wallpaper, too.

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marvelouslizzie · 2 months

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One More Night

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes are fuck buddies for a while. The problem is you have feelings for him but you don't think he reciprocates and it just makes it impossible to continue your relationship. Little did you know how much he wants you and how hard he's trying to keep it casual.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: +18, friends with benefits, idiots in love, unspoken feelings, miscommunication/misunderstandings, angst with happy ending, unprotected sex, pet names, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 3.4K

All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.

It is one of those days when you feel absolutely worthless. It wasn’t something you felt often before but now…. It is starting to feel like your new normal. You know it’s your fault, and it just makes you feel even worse. You let this happen when you let Bucky Barnes walk into your life without any consequences. Now he just has a free pass to destroy you anytime he wants.

It was supposed to be just fun. Something casual because you know he has no intention of settling down. Especially not with you. Not that he said any of those words but he doesn’t need to. You just know it.

He’s one of the popular guys in your college. It’s not surprising considering how handsome and charming he is. He’s also talented and hard-working. He takes school seriously unlike a lot of people around you. So when it comes to his free time, he just wants to have some fun, no strings attached and you were fine with this arrangement. You wanted to be close to him and this is the price: Your heart breaks every time.

You don’t blame him but you definitely blame yourself because you put yourself in this position. If you weren’t so pathetic, you could simply say no and this regularly hooking-up arrangement of yours would have ended. Yet you never said no and he never stopped coming back to you. Probably because it’s convenient, you can’t come up with any other reason. Like who says no to an easy fuck, right? That is what you are. An easy fuck. Still, it’s breaking your heart every time he leaves your bed. You say to yourself “This is gonna be the last time” but when the next text or call comes, you fold once again.

That’s how you ended up here. Your face is buried in the pillow while Bucky is pounding you from behind. It feels good. Actually, it feels pretty amazing. It always does but this time your emotions are overshadowing the physical pleasure. Tears are streaming down your face and you are grateful that he can’t see it thanks to this position. Then a sob escapes your mouth and you feel betrayed by your own body.

“Does it feel that good, doll?” He sounds smug but you can’t answer him. Not while trying to hold the rest of your sobs back. That seems to worry him. He suddenly stops and when he takes a closer look sees that your eyes are filled with tears.

“Hey, hey, hey! Are you alright?” He sounds genuinely worried. You try to say something but instead, more sobs come out. “What happened? Did I hurt you?”

He didn’t physically hurt you, yet you are hurt. You don’t know how to explain this to him. You feel embarrassed and angry at the same time. You pride yourself on how good you are at hiding your emotions. You don’t want anyone to see you cry. You don’t want anyone’s pity. Yet here you are. Eyes filled with tears, sobs escaping your lips and your heart is shattered.

“Please talk to me!” His desperate tone snaps you out of your thoughts. You try to turn on your back and quickly dry your tears.

“It’s fine. Sorry for killing the mood. I just…” You hesitate for a second but no, you won’t back down this time. “I just can’t do this anymore.”

“That’s fine.” That wasn’t the response you were expecting. “You know it’s okay right?” His worry is so apparent in his voice. “You can always tell me to stop.” What is he talking about? “If you don’t like something or you don’t feel like it anymore… Just tell me next time and I will just stop.”

“There’s no next time Bucky.” The words come out of your mouth before you can process them. You didn’t intend to be so harsh but it came out so definite.

“What?”

“I’m telling you that I can’t do this…” You wave your hand between you two. “...anymore. I’m done. We are done.”

“What…” He sounds shocked and hurt at the same time. You try to avoid looking at his eyes while he struggles to find the right words. “What are you talking about? Did I do something?”

“You didn’t do anything. It’s all my fault.” You have no intention to blame him. You know it’s on you. He never promised you anything.

“I don’t understand.” He sounds so lost. “Just help me understand what happened, okay? I thought everything was okay.”

“They were, for you. It was never okay for me.”

You watch how his expression changes into something that breaks your heart even more. You never thought he would care this much but… apparently, he does. Maybe he’s not used to being rejected. Especially in the middle of sex.

“I… I don’t know what to say.” He looks at your face and then around. “I thought this is what you wanted.”

“What I wanted?” You repeat his words without missing a beat. “I never wanted this. This is what you wanted and that’s why we kept doing it. I was just…” You hesitate for a second because you hate to admit it. “weak.”

“Weak? You are never weak.”

“Oh, I am weak. This is why I kept saying ‘one more night’ to myself whenever you called or texted me. I’m weak as fuck and it makes me angry, okay? I shouldn’t be like this.”

“Doll, what are you talking about?”

His confusion confuses you as well. Can’t he see how much he’s hurting you? Is he really that blind or maybe he just doesn’t care.

“This arrangement might be working for you but it’s not working for me, okay?”

“But… this is what you wanted.”

“I never wanted this.”

“You said we can’t get emotions involved!” He sounds somewhat angry this time.

“Because you didn’t want emotions involved!” Your answer comes instantly.

“When did I ever say that?”

His question makes you stop for a second. He never said that but did he really have to? You know how popular he is. Everybody loves him. He has the prettiest face you have ever seen. You desperately wanted to be with him. You didn’t care how.

“Just look at you.”

“What does that even mean?” Is he doing this on purpose? He surely knows everybody wants him. Why does he have to hear it from you?

“It means you didn’t have to say it.”

“How does… I really don’t understand you.” His confusion is written all over his face. The way he hesitates makes you realize you have to say it out loud to make him understand.

“You are handsome. You are talented. Everybody loves you.” He keeps looking at you with confusion. He really doesn’t get it, does he? “You can have anybody you want!”

“Apparently not.” Why does he sound broken?

“Oh, come on!” Your reaction is instant. “You know you can. Don’t act humble. I’m just easier.”

“Easier?” You don’t miss the disbelief in his voice. “Easier?” This time it comes out more angry. “You were never easy!”

“You know what I mean. An easy fu-”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” The tone of his voice startles you. You never heard him talk like this. “I never wanted just an easy fuck. Especially not with you but that was all I could get!” Your head flinches back slightly. What is he talking about?

“Bucky…” He doesn’t let you continue.

“I don’t know what has gotten into you because this… what you called it? Arrangement, yes, was never my idea! You were the one who didn’t want to involve emotions. You were the one who said anything more than this would affect our friendship. I never said that!”

“I was trying to protect myself!”

“You never showed any interest to me!”

You blink a couple of times, trying to process that information. What did he think you were doing with him?

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You never showed any interest in staying over. You never wanted to do anything outside the bedroom or wherever the fuck we were fucking. Whenever I tried to take you on a date, you came up with a lazy excuse.”

“Uh… what?”

“I tried so many times, sweetheart. You never let me in. You were only interested in sex and now you are blaming me for it. No. Be honest. If you wanna end this thing, it’s fine. You don’t need any lies. I get it. I knew it would happen eventually.” He’s speaking so fast, you can’t even find any opportunity to interrupt him until he stops.

“You tried to take me on dates?” He squishes his eyebrows together like he can’t believe you are focusing on that part.

“Many times. I suggested study dates, tried to take you on that concert, then that one comedy club thing…”

“I thought…” You don’t know how to finish that sentence.

“You thought what? You knew what I was trying to do and you weren’t interested, so I finally gave up.”

“No, no, no.” You jump from your awkward position on the bed. “I never realized.”

“What did you think I was doing?”

“I thought… they were activities with other… people. Not dates.”

“Why would I take other people to a concert with us?” Oh, he really doesn’t get it.

“I thought… you had plans with your friends and… you were… inviting me as well. Just to show… we are nothing more than friends.”

“Oh, dear god.” He covers his face with both of his hands. “Seriously? Why would you even think that?”

You mimic him and cover your face with embarrassment. You don’t want to say it. Especially not to him.

“I… just never thought…” You don’t know how to say it without making him realize how low you think of yourself. “You were interested in anything more than sex.”

“I’m handsome. I’m popular. Everybody loves me. Is that why?” He repeats your words with that god-awful mocking tone and it hurts to hear. What you don’t realize is that he’s making fun of himself.

“Yeah.” Your response comes out so weakly but he hears it.

He starts to laugh all of a sudden and all you can do is give him a confused look.

“God you are so blind.”

“Hey!” You instantly respond.

“Have you ever looked in the mirror?” You make a face but it just spurs him. “You are gorgeous and smart. I always thought you were way out of my league.”

“What?”

“You heard me. You are out of my league.”

“Come on… That’s-” He interrupts you again.

“Please.” The way he says it makes you stop talking. “I have been struggling to come to terms with you not liking me. I just told myself, you have done everything you can. You tried so many times. It’s a miracle she still wants to fuck you. I convinced myself this was all I could get so I tried to make peace with it. Now you are telling me you don’t want to keep doing this. What did you think I was gonna think?”

He just baffles you with every word coming out of his mouth. You look at him, not knowing what to say or what to think, even.

“And you thought you were just an easy fuck? Jesus, doll. Do you have any idea how many times I prepared myself for rejection? Every time I called you, I thought you weren’t gonna pick up. Every time I texted you, I prepared myself to hear ‘no’, and every time it did not come, I was the happiest man on earth because I had one more night with you!”

You don’t know when it started but you start to feel tears filling your eyes.

“Please don’t cry anymore.” He moves his hand on your face and catches a tear before it drops on your cheeks.

“I…” It’s so hard to speak normally. “I never thought…”

“What?” This time it comes out softer. You know he wants to hear it because he needs that assurance as much as you do.

“You would actually like me.”

“Like you? Oh, doll… I don’t like you. The word like doesn’t even cover it.” The smile he gives you ignites something inside you. Something you tried to push down for a long time. Suddenly you push him back a little bit and his mouth falls open but he doesn’t get the chance to say anything. You just sit on his lap, taking him back inside you and it slips right back in so easily. It makes you want to moan out loud but instead, you wrap your legs around his torso and trap him there.

“Oh fuck…” His moan is like music to your ears. It’s so raw and unfiltered.

You don’t say anything. Your hand wraps around his neck before you start to move. His hand quickly finds your breasts, squeezing them a lot harder than he ever did before.

“You are so fucking gorgeous.” He says right next to your ear. You feel his breath on your neck and his lips attach to your neck as if he knows what you want. He starts gently. First, he sucks the skin and makes you whimper. Then his teeth graze the sore skin. When he finally bites the same spot, you realize he was just giving you some time to protest but it never came. His bite pulls a groan out of you and the way it hurts falters your rhythm.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist.” He licks the same spot, trying to soothe the pain. “There’s a part of me…” He tries to find the right word. “...that wants to mark you. Show the world that you’re mine.” Fuck, is he serious? He stops for another second to ask “Are you mine, doll?” He sounds so nervous yet possessive.

“I am.” You move a little back and look into his eyes while saying that. “I have been for a long time.”

He grabs your cheeks with both of his hands and pulls you in for a long, passionate kiss. It's all tongue and teeth, making you burn with passion.

“I’m yours, too. I think I always have been.”

It’s your turn to show how much those words mean to you. You start to move again on his lap. This time it’s faster than before and it just makes both of you moan loudly. He wraps his arms around your body while he supports your movement by grabbing your ass and moving you a bit faster than before.

“Shit!” It feels good but it also restricts your range of movement and he realizes it quickly.

“Sorry. I just want to feel you all over me.”

You want to say it’s alright but he’s a lot faster than you. Suddenly you find yourself on your back. Bucky’s still between your legs. He never left inside you while changing the position.

“Wrap your legs around me, baby.”

God, the way he says it sounds like a soft order. You can practically feel the desire running through your veins. Your legs are automatically wrapped around his ass while he starts to move but he doesn’t put any distance between you. His whole body is pressed against yours while he’s kissing and licking all over your neck.

Sex with Bucky never felt like this. It was always good. You don’t remember any occasion you didn’t enjoy it or reach orgasm. Yet this feels like real intimacy. The way he’s making you feel is indescribable. You can feel everything he said before while he moves inside you. How much he wants you, how much he adores you… The way he clings to you fills you with love. All of it enhances the physical pleasure. Loud moans escape your lips.

“So… All this time…” Bucky starts to talk. “You thought I was here because this is easy.”

Ah, fuck. He isn’t gonna let that go, is he? You should’ve known that. You roll your eyes in response but he doesn’t see it. His head is still buried in the crook of your neck.

“All this time… I was where I wanted to be.” Your annoyance quickly fades away as he keeps talking. “Underneath your body.”

“You weren’t always underneath me.” You answer him with a playful tone.

“As long as I’m inside you, the position doesn’t matter.”

“So…” You try to ask as quickly as possible before your sudden courage disappears. “You haven’t been sleeping around with anyone else.”

He raises his head just to look into your eyes.

“All this time, you thought I was fucking other people?”

“I mean…” You were just friends with benefits. What else you were supposed to assume?

“Were you?”

“Was I what?”

“Fucking other people?” His question is a lot more blunt than yours.

“I asked first!” You sound so defensive all of a sudden.

“I can’t live without touching you, smelling you, feeling you… I have been craving you non-stop, only stopping myself from calling you every day, just so I wouldn’t scare you away and you are asking me if I have been fucking other people. Jesus Christ, doll. How blind are you?”

You are questioning the same thing yourself, to be honest. How blind were you? While trying to surpass your feelings, you were overlooking his, as well. It’s just unbelievable.

“Doll?” You didn’t realize you were lost in thoughts. “It’s fine if you have been.” It doesn’t sound fine at all. It sounds like he’s trying to rationalize it so it would hurt less. “I’m not saying I won’t be jealous but it’s not like we were actually together.”

You start to laugh and he gives you a strange look.

“You are such an idiot and you call me blind.”

“What?”

“I only ever wanted you, you moron.”

His smile is so big and bright, it’s worth everything you two went through. His happiness is practically radiating. Suddenly, his lips are on yours, kissing you like a madman.

“You’re only mine.” He starts to move inside you again and you can feel how close you are to coming.

“Only yours.” Your words make him groan loudly.

“Fuck that mouth of yours. You’re gonna make me come before you.”

“You can do that later.” You tease him while moving your hips to meet him.

“Is that a promise?”

“It can be. Only if you fuck me just a little harder so I can finally come!”

That makes him move away from you. He stands up and without losing any time, pulls you on the edge of the bed. You know what’s coming and it makes you smile like a fool. He positions himself between your legs while pushing your knees on your chest. In a couple of seconds, he’s back inside you but the position feels so much better this time. A loud moan leaves your lips every time he hits that sweet spot inside you.

“Harder, huh?”

“Yeah. Just like that.” It’s so hard to not roll your eyes with the pleasure he’s giving you. It’s familiar yet it feels so different this time.

“My girl wants it rough. Why didn’t you just say so?” He sounds cocky there’s also a hint of eagerness in his voice. You can tell he’s close.

“Do I have to tell you everything?”

“From now on, yes. You have to tell me everything.” That authoritative tone pushes you over the edge. “Every fucking thing you feel, okay? Every fucking thing you want. I wanna know everything!”

“Yes!” You practically scream. You don’t know if you are answering him or just screaming because of the way he makes you feel. Your legs are shaking violently while your whole body tightens up. “Fuck yes. Please, please, please, don’t stop!” Your eyes are closed while you are riding your high.

That makes him groan so loudly. Even though you can’t directly look at his face anymore, you just know he’s about to come. He starts to pound on you so forcefully, it just unlocks another level of orgasm for you. Both of your moans fill the room and he keeps going until he empties himself inside you. After what feels like an eternity, he pulls out of you and lays right next to you.

“Fuck, that was…” The struggles to find the right word.

“On another level?” You offer to end the sentence for him. That’s exactly how you feel.

“Yeah.” He doesn’t miss a beat. “We should’ve talked to each other before.”

“We were busy doing other stuff.” You smile and he smiles back, knowing exactly what you mean.

“I guess we did everything other than talking things through, huh?”

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splendidreads · 1 year

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Promises

Bucky x Fem!Reader

Bucky was on a mission longer than planned.. Reader was worried. He finally returns, and has had an eye opener.

Cute fluff. Smut. 18+, minors DO NOT INTERACT.

Word count: 2781

A/N this is my first published smut. Be nice, okay? Lol idk how I feel about it but uh… hereeee we go!

Listening to the sound of rain hitting the window was always comforting..

But not tonight.

She had been sitting there by her window for a few hours, listening as the rain grew from a light sprinkle to the heavy thunderstorm that it was now. She used to love the sounds, the beautiful strokes of lightning across the sky. It used to calm her, no matter what she was worried about..

But tonight was different.

Tonight, she was waiting. They had gone on a mission last week, and they were supposed to be back last night. But with no word from him or the rest of the group in almost 24 hours, she grew scared. She’d usually at least hear from Sam, telling her that they’d be back soon, but nothing. No word from anyone left her with an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Of course though, if anyone asked, she’d tell them how worried she was for the whole group. There was nothing between the two of them. Nothing more than occasional flirting, and innocent jokes. She could’ve sworn she had seen a very distinct look in his eyes, more than a few times, but she was too chicken to do anything about it.

A large thundering boom made her jump, her small apartment illuminated by the lightning bolt that stretched across the sky. She didn’t notice that the door to her apartment had opened, or the figure leaving wet footprints across her carpet.

“Y/N…”

She was startled yet again, turning to face the voice.

It was him.

“Buck!” She shot up out of her comfortable seat, her blanket falling to the ground as she ran into his arms.

“Honey you’re soaking.. Let’s get you dried off, okay?” He stayed silent as she led him to her bathroom.

She kept extra clothes for everyone. It was a pretty normal thing now, for the crew to come relax in her cozy apartment after a mission. She’d make them all something to eat, wash their torn up bloodied clothes, and they’d either talk about the mission or sit in silence to decompress.

Tonight was no different. She set him down on the edge of her bathtub, quickly grabbing a change of clothes and the first aid kit. She gave him a once over, asking to make sure that he wasn’t hurt. He had a few scrapes and bruises, but nothing that required any serious attention.

“Alright, well I’ll let you change and I’ll get you something to eat.” She offered him a smile, but as she turned to leave, his flesh hand grabbed her by the wrist. It was a gentle touch, but when she turned to meet his eyes, she knew something was wrong.

“Y/N.” He said her name in such a gentle, soft voice, she almost didn’t hear him.

“Whats up Buck?” She asked, moving his hand from her wrist, into her own.

He stood up, towering over her. His hair was drying now, his wet uniform clung to his body. She could see the fabric clinging around each muscle, and it was hard to look away.. but when she did, she found those icy blue irises staring into her own. She didn’t know what to expect from the silent soldier, but his arms wrapping around her wasn’t it. His arms held her close, his face burying itself into her neck. She didn’t shy away, instead she wrapped her arms around his neck, closing her eyes as they held each other.

“We almost didn’t come back this time.” He finally said, lifting his face to look at her.

Her eyebrows furrowed as she moved a hand to gently cup the side of his face, silently egging him on to tell her more about what was bothering him.

“…It was bad, Y/N. And the whole time I-I..” He let out a long breath, his eyes looking away from her.

“Hey… Bucky, it’s alright. You don’t have to tell me. I know that it’s hard-“

His eyes snapped back up, “This was different. The only thing on my mind… Was you.” His voice cut her off, her lips parting in shock.

They quietly stared at each other. Their eyes looking deeply into each others, a silent conversation. Was he trying to say, what she had always been to scared to admit?

“You, Y/N.” Bucky let out a soft breath, the air fanning over her face.

“Me?” Her voice betrayed her, coming out in a squeak.

“It’s always been you. I’ve just been too damn chicken shit to do anything about it.” He shook his head, his flesh hand coming up to run his thumb across her cheek. “But.. Yesterday..” He shook his head once more, before lifting his eyes to look at her.

A small grin sprawled across her face, both of her hands now holding the man’s face.

“What if the worst had actually happened, and I woulda missed my chance.. I-I almost didn’t come back this time Y/N. I almost.. I almost broke our promise.”

Of course, she’d never forget that day. The day that she and Bucky sat on the floor in her apartment, shaken after a bad mission. She made him promise to her that he’d always fight. That he’d always do his best, and come home to her.. and in return, he had her promise to always be there waiting for him. They swore their promises to each other, and both took them to heart.

“James..” She said his name, her thumbs caressing his cheeks, “But you came back.”

He nodded his head, “It was an eye opener. I’m not missin’ out on anymore time with you.”

As soon as he finished his words, he lowered his face to capture her lips with his. She was pleasantly surprised, melting into his touch. His vibranium arm stayed securely around her waist, while his flesh hand moved to tangle his fingers into her hair. Their lips fit like puzzle pieces.. But there was an intensity to the kiss that she’d never felt before. It was more than desire, or lust.. It was as if he’d been in the desert for months, and finally found a refreshing drink of water.

She was that water.

And she was going to let him drink her up.

The kiss grew deeper, stronger, as their tongues began dancing together. Her fingers soon traveled from his jaw up into his damp hair, tugging at the wet locks, holding his mouth to hers. Both of his hands now roamed her body, as if he were trying to memorize every dip and curve. They stayed tangled like that for quite some time, until she parted the kiss breathlessly.

“Now you’ve made my PJs all wet..” Her chuckle came out raspy, as if he had stolen her breath.

Which, to be fair, he did.

A grin spread across his pink lips, the hand in her hair caressing the soft strands, “Doll, I’m not done with you yet.” His voice was low, and full of every emotion that had both tried to keep at bay.

“Then.. don’t stop.”

Those words were a stimulant for him. His arms were under her rear in a split second, lifting her up off the ground with a soft gasp from her mouth. He led her out of the bathroom and into her bedroom, gently kicking the door open with his boot. She buried her face into his neck, the soothing smell of the rain on his skin almost hypnotic. He laid her on the bed, her eyes looking up at him with such need.

He began to peel his wet uniform from his body, her hands reaching out to help him. He was standing there bare for her, within a matter of seconds. Her eyes trailed down his body, admiring each curve of muscle, each scar.. her cheeks heating up into a bright crimson shade when she saw his hardened member standing in its full glory. His bright, sharp ice-like orbs peered down at her, as if silently asking for permission to continue. She nodded her head, and his hands gently pushed her back into the bed, having her lay down.

His hands were gentle, slowly pulling her fuzzy ‘Minnie Mouse’ pajama pants down her legs. The contrast of warmth from his flesh fingers, and the coolness of his vibranium one’s sent a wave of chills through her body. Her eyes watched as his mouth connected with her thigh, leaving searing open mouth kisses down to her ankle. A soft hum like moan came from her lips, earning a devilish smirk from the super soldier.

“James…” Her voice was barely above a whisper as he leaned above her, his hands on either side of her head.

“Y/N…” He hummed out her name, dipping his head to capture the soft flesh of her neck.

She whimpered softly, her fingers trailing up his arms. One hand traveled back into his hair, while the other grasped onto the area where metal met flesh. His lips began nipping and sucking on her delicate flesh, while his metallic fingers traced down her body. They found themselves tracing over the line of her lace panties; They were his favorite color. Soon though, the cool metal teased her folds over the fabric, earning another whimper of a moan.

“Why did it take me so long.. To realize what a perfect woman I had.. Already waiting for me…” His voice was quiet, mumbling against her skin. It seemed that he was verbally asking himself the question, it was almost rhetorical.

“M-Maybe we just..” It was hard to speak clearly with his fingers toying at her, dampening her underwear, “..We needed to be desperate…” She let out a breathless chuckle, though it turned into a loud gasp.

His vibranium thumb pressed right against her clit, a bullseye on the bundle of nerves, through the fabric.

“Well.. I am quite desperate…” He hummed, his lips sucking her earlobe into his mouth and between his teeth, “To show you just how much I regret waiting..”

Y/Ns back arched up, pressing their chests together as his thumb slowly began circling her sensitive nub. She could feel his hardened length against her thigh, wet from precum.

“Oh, James.. Please..” She begged him, her fingers digging into his shoulder.

That seemed to do it for him.

He sat up, and was quick to remove the rest of her clothing. Before he could do anything else though, she pushed him down onto the bed, flipping them. She straddled his hips, teasing the both of them by running her folds along his length. She let out a happy sigh, as he sat up, wrapping his arms around her waist. Bucky’s eyes were heavy, his pupils blown with lust, as he looked into her own orbs.

“Y/N..” He hummed her name, “You're mine.”

The words sent a roll of goosebumps through her body, “I’m yours James.” She said back to him, before their lips crashed together in a fiery kiss.

She continued to roll her hips, slickening his hardened member with her wetness. He moaned into the kiss, both of his hands ghosting over her back and landing right on her ass cheeks, squeezing the soft flesh. His mouth began to travel, running along her jaw, down her neck, across her chest.. Until he finally captured a breast in his mouth, sucking in her nipple and flesh. She couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips, her head tossing back as she continued to grind down onto him, his hands massaging her soft ass.

“Mmm, turn around.” He commanded, his voice deep.

She did as she was told, though he moved his body as well. He helped guide her into the new position, both of them on their knees, her legs spread apart by his knees. With her back pressed against his chest, one hand cupped a breast, rolling her nipple between his two metallic fingers. The other hand snaked down between her folds, going back and forth before diving two fingers into her wet heat.

“O-Ohh…” She moaned, arching her back into him.

His fingers were slow, pumping in and out as his mouth left a line of open mouth kisses up her neck. Her eyes fluttered shut as he touched her, her hands traveling up into his hair. She could feel his cock throbbing against the back of her ass, so she began grinding against him again, pushing down on his hand and back against his hot length. His fingers picked up the pace, his thumb stretching up to stimulate her clit as he deepened his thrusts.

“B-Buck…” She whimpered, rocking against his hand, “P-Please..”

He hummed as he left a deep, dark mark on the side of her neck, “Mine.” He said once again, before smoothly changing their positions.

He laid her on her back, her legs around his waist, as his fingers continued their assault on her wet walls. He couldn’t hide the smirk on his lips, hearing the juicy squelch from his fingers. She was breathless, her hips rocking against his hand, as her hands grasped the bedsheets. He retracted his fingers, though his thumb remained on her nub as finally began to insert his length into her.

Her eyes snapped open, a soundless gasp at her lips as she arched her back up against him. It was more than she expected, the burning sensation of his cock stretching out her walls. But, god did it feel good. As he slowly began to move, one of her hands traveled up his flesh arm, digging her nails into his bicep. His cool metallic fingers traveled down her body as he set a deep and slow pace, his thumb finding that sensitive nub again.

“Fuck! James..” She gasped out, her nails dragging down his arm as he thrusted.

Bucky’s lips parted, sitting up as he assaulted her wet walls, coaxing out more moans from her mouth. His eyes watched the magical movement, his cock sliding in and out of her, covered with her delicious juices. He was in a trance, seeing how his cock stretched her out.

“Damn it doll..” He growled, his free hand grasping onto her hip as his thrusts became a bit shaky.

He could feel her walls tightening around his length, pulling him back in with each thrust. Her breath was ragged, her breasts bouncing as he rocked their bodies together. His thumb continued to press, and circle around her swollen clit, in the most perfect rhythm.

“Buck.. Buck.. J-James!” She gasped, “I-Oh god..”

She could feel the head of his cock rubbing right against her sweet spot, causing her body to shudder with each thrust. That familiar warm, tight feeling grew in her lower belly, her body begging for a release.

Bucky growled out a deep moan, leaning forward to kiss under her ear, “Let go, doll. I’ve got you.”

As soon as she heard his words, she let out a loud whimper of a moan, her walls fluttering against him as she reached her peak.

Bucky’s mouth found the base of her neck, his teeth digging into the soft flesh as he felt his own end, his cock twitching as it released it’s seed into her warm body. Their bodies stilled, her walls milking his length for all it was worth.

They laid there for a while, still tangled together in the beautiful mess they made. Bucky’s arms were wrapped around her, his face on her chest as she played with his hair, gentle fingers trailing up and down his shoulder.

“Y/N?” Bucky hummed, tilting his head to look up at her.

“Yeah, Buck?” She responded with a bright smile.

“I’m never letting you go.” He said to her, his voice soft and gentle.

She chuckled softly, leaning forward to press a loving kiss to his forehead, “I wouldn’t let you if you tried. Afraid you're stuck with me now, honey.”

Bucky smiled, nodding his head, “I wouldn’t want it any other way.” He pressed a kiss to the side of her breast, receiving goosebumps across her skin.

“Hey, doll..?” He asked, looking up at her still.

“Yeah, Buck?”

“You’re uh.. You’re on the pill… right?” He chuckled, nervous, realizing that he should’ve looked for a condom.

She chuckled, “Yes, I am.”

“Oh, okay. Good.. yeah, that’s good.” He smiled up to her, lifting himself up, and finally pulling himself from her drenched folds, “Wanna maybe… Take a shower?”

Y/N hummed, smiling up at him, “Only if you make me scream out your name again.”

The look on his face said it all.

“That won't be a problem, doll.”

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INEVITABILITY: CHAPTER ONE

“I assure you, brother, the sun will shine on us again.”

▸ summary: life takes a turn again, when an old friend brings bad news ▸ characters: tony stark, peter parker, bruce banner, stephen strange, wong ft. former avengers ▸ word count: 7.5k ▸ warnings: angst, canon violence, ▸ series masterlist

FEBRUARY (2017)

The light sound of Tony’s foot tapping against the wood of the coffee table was the only noise in the room that morning. For about twenty minutes the two of you had come to a stand still in the conversation that turned suddenly heated.

Dr. Daniels sat across from the two of you, pen writing rapidly onto her pad as she analyzed the two of you.

It was about a month into the new year that Pepper demanded the two of you rip off the band-aids and go see a therapist together. At first, she attempted for you both to go separately but Tony suggested this was a family problem that should be dealt with as a family. Little did he know you’d both have completely different opinions on the matter.

“So, Mr. Stark. If I may just reiterate what you’ve said. You believe that your sister should move on, correct?”

Tony’s foot stopped tapping against the leg of the coffee table to look over at the doctor. A simple nod was all he gave in reply. Holding his tongue as to not be the first to break the silence.

“And by moving on, you want her to forget her feelings and reservations for her friend, and ex boyfriend.”

Again he nodded. And while you hated to be the one to break the silence first, you couldn’t stand by to hear this nonsense again.

“I think what Tony is forgetting is that I am not one of his AI projects and actually have feelings.”

Dr. Daniels looked over to you, nodding her head for you to go on.

“I want to move on from Siberia as much as he does. God, I really do.” you sighed, looking down at your lap. “Not a day goes by where I’m not haunted by that fight.” There’s a little restriction on how much information you’ve both given her. But it’s enough so that she knows things turned physical. “But what he did Tony..”

“It's unforgivable.” Tony spat suddenly. He must have been building up again in his silence, leaning forward on his knees to cover his face with his hands. “What he did was the worst thing any stupid boyfriend could do. And you want to forgive him?”

“But it wasn’t him! We’ve been through this a thousand times!” you cried out, turning your body to face him again. “How can we blame him for something that was out of his control? There was no choice for him. He was..trapped.”

Tony scoffed at that, shaking his head at you as he continued to look away. “He was trapped for how long until your other ex boyfriend triggered his freedom? And what, he didn’t remember murdering dear Ma and Pa whenever you two were together. You know, you the daughter of said murdered couple?”

“Mr. Stark, it’s unfair for you to use that knowledge against her when she was unaware of the situation.” Dr. Daniels tried to explain. But Tony simply held a hand up, stopping that train of thought.

“I’m not blaming her, Doc. As always, the blame always falls back to them.” He glanced at you for the first time since you two came, a small frown tugged at his face. “These two men used her love and innocence and just..betrayed her. My own colleague, my f-friend..he lied to me too.”

You reached a hand out to rest against Tony’s arm. Feeling the familiar ache in your chest come back from before. In a way, he was right about the betrayal. But no matter how hard you tried to hate on either man, you couldn’t.

“Be honest, Tony..would we have ever reacted normally to this?”

He brought a hand up to rub against his beard, scratching at his cheek for a moment as he contemplated the answer. “No.” he concluded. “But it wouldn’t have hurt as much if he actually told me. If he had the damn balls to talk to me instead of Baron Von Asshole displaying that damn video.”

“Video?” Dr. Daniels asked.

“Confidential.” you both said at the same time. Despite it being judgment free, there were some things you couldn’t be descriptive about.

Focusing back at the conversation, you tried to sympathize with your brother. In a way, it was always going to be easier for you to lean into forgiving. While that reason was because of HYDRA, it still was a fact. Tony, on the other hand, knew them. He was raised by them and it meant something more.

“I want to move on..but I want to do all that with him..” you admitted softly. “Romania was the first time in a long time I truly felt..happy.”

Tony sighed, not happy to hear that from you. But you continued on anyway.

“I know that if we could just talk to him and give him the chance to speak that maybe..maybe we might feel better about it all.” You sighed, feeling the tears prick at your cheeks. “We just attacked him and..God, I can’t get his face out of my head.”

You don’t have to look up to know both people are looking at you right now.

“..what face?” Tony asked warily.

“The face he made when I said I wasn’t going to find him again..it was always our safeguard.” Glancing over to Tony, you feel your bottom lip quiver. “It was a reassurance that I’d find him..even if he was gone up here.” You said pointing to the side of your head. “I wouldn’t give up and bring him back. And I just..I just told him no..”

“Ms. Stark, you can blame yourself for cutting off that connection.” Dr. Daniels said, leaning forward. “In that moment, you said what you needed to say in order to protect yourself. In fact, I’d say it was also a way of standing your ground.”

“Protect myself from what? It only broke his heart.”

“It protected your own heart, I’m afraid.”

Tony gave a soft gasp, putting his face into his hands as he realized something on his own. The two of you look at each other worried before going back to Tony.

“Anything you’d like to share with the class, Tony?” You asked, poking at his arm.

He slowly pulled his hands away from his face. Looking a lot more tired than before. “You love the son of a bitch, don’t you?”

The room turned completely silent. You find the words almost trapped in your throat. But you nod anyway, taking a small breath before speaking again.

“Yes, I love him.”

Instead of getting angry, Tony looks defeated. Like when one of the teams he was rooting for failed during baseball season.

“Let’s end on that note today. You guys covered a lot. You should get some rest.”

The two of you didn't move as she quickly gathered her files together. Only staring at each other as you both took in the recent confession. “I’d ask for you two to make up in other ways until our next session. But considering how stubborn you both are, I know there’s a chance you might continue the conversation when I leave.” Dr. Daniels said as she took her bag from the floor. “So I ask that you both remember each other’s feelings are valid, and just because one feels a certain way doesn’t mean they’re the bad guy. You’re both dealing with a brand new loss. You have to be there for one another.”

Her parting words are ignored as you focus on what she said. Dealing with a brand new loss. Was that what it was for you and Bucky now? A loss? Would this be a new thing in your life you have to recover from? Without him?

Tony was thankfully the one who was able to walk the therapist out. Giving her a small warning about confidentiality before closing the door. It was only until he stood by the doorway of the room that you picked your head up. Meeting his sad gaze.

“Is my life always gonna be full of losses?” You asked softly.

The words made Tony visibly cringe. He quickly shook it off, moving to sit on the chair the therapist was so that he could look over at you better. “It doesn’t have to be.”

“But how? E-even if we both wanted to make up with him..with everyone. They’re all gone.” You whimpered, feeling the familiar ache in your chest. “All my friends..Bucky..they’re gone. And I have to just accept that I’ve lost them?”

Tony reached out to wipe at your face. Pushing away the tears you didn’t even realize were coming down. “I’m sorry, I wish..I wish I knew what to say.”

“Say that we can look for them..that we’ll find them and help fix this mess we all made!”

“We? When did it turn into all of us when Steve decided to- Look, I’m done going in circles, Sprout.” Tony said, rubbing his temples. “Even if I wanted to, which I don’t know right now, Rogers and the rest of them made up their minds. I would have fought for your other friends but..they ran off. There’s not much I can do after that.”

You’re about to open your mouth when the sound of FRIDAY’s voice cuts in.

“Boss, Ms. Potts is waiting for the two of you at the main entrance. She says to remind you of your dinner plans.”

With that reminder, the two of you quiet up. Grabbing your coats as you head out of the main office. “I’m sorry I can’t understand how you feel, kid. Believe me. I want to.” Tony said once you two were in the elevator. “Give me time..I just..I need time.”

Nodding your head, you reached out and pulled your brother in your arms for a tight hug.

“I think time is all we have now..” you sighed, pulling away from him. The doors opened up revealing the main floor. Pepper greets the two of you happily and you pull on a brave face. Trying to keep your thoughts from going crazy. All while missing a pair of worried eyes watching you.

APRIL (2018)

“Oh my God, did you see the recent CapWatch on twitter?”

“No! I was busy all morning. What’s the update?”

You keep your face down, staring down on the floor while you wait for the light to change. The two teens before you don’t seem to be aware of the volume of their voices.

“Well, just last week there were rumors of him in a pub somewhere in France. But the man looked too grizzly, and apparently only spoke French.”

“That’s crazy! I mean, what if it’s him and they totally missed out on checking.”

The light finally changed and to your dismay, the two girls kept going in the same direction towards your apartment. Making you frown a bit. You attempted to go around them, but with the sidewalk so crowded in the early afternoon, you can’t find a way to squeeze in.

“Even if someone did find him, what exactly are they gonna do?”

“Totally, it’s not like anyone would want to be the one to turn in Captain America.”

The two girls turned down the street, leaving you to your thoughts as you made your way home. Pulling out your phone, you can’t help but open up your internet, typing in the current search you just learned about.

It’s been months and you’ve convinced yourself over and over again that you don’t need to search for them. For Bucky, Steve, all your friends. Because if you gave into that urge even for a second you knew it’d only end in pain.

This was life now. You’d go out, act like a regular citizen, and go home.There was the irregular nights where you’d join your family for dinner. Or meet up secretly with Peter and see what it’s like to patrol the streets of New York (from a safe distance of course). But other than that, you would spend nights numbing the pain with wine, movies, and new security software that Tony requested you make for the compound. Never mind the fact that you could hardly step into the compound without feeling emotional.

This was life now, and you weren’t sure you were mentally ready to accept that.

Turning down the block of your street, you sighed as you walked up the familiar steps to your town house. The sound of your phone ringing kept going off in your pocket, making you grumble as you pushed in the number code for your door lock.

It was most likely Tony again. Wanting to call to check in or talk about the wedding or some weird dream he had recently. But with your head all out of wack, you choose to ignore it as you push inside your home. You had just closed the door behind you when a bright orange light shined into the room.

A small electrifying circle formed right in front of you before it opened up, revealing what looked like a giant portal in the middle of your foyer.

“What the hell!?” you gasped, frozen in place.

A tall man with a perfectly trimmed beard stepped through the portal, holding his hands up as he gave you a tight lipped smile. “Ms.Stark.” he started, looking around your home briefly. “I’m here to- '' you don’t give him the chance to finish his sentence before you activate the band on your wrist, dragging the nanobots over your hand to create the gauntlet you always kept on you.

“Whoa!” he called out. The tip of his finger sparked up and you noticed a magical glow came to them. “I’m not here to hurt you!”

“Chill out, Sprout.” called out a familiar voice. From the other side of the portal, Tony stuck his head out for you to see. “Merlin is with me.”

You lower your weapon, pressing the wrist of the glove to retract the nanobots back into the regular wrist band. “What the hell is this?” you sighed, relieved that the danger was gone. “Who’s this guy?”

“My name is Stephen Strange.”

You can’t help but chuckle at the name for a second. The man only looked exasperated at your reaction. A clear sign of annoyance on his face.

“Wait, you’re serious? That’s your name?”

“We don’t have time for this.” He waved his hand over, sliding the portal past you until you were suddenly in a whole other room. It reminded you of a museum you had used to visit back in your childhood. Smelled like it too.

“Where are we?”

“You are at Sanctum Sanctorum, Miss Stark.” said an older voice. A man with a shaved head and stout body slowly stepped forward, bowing his head a bit in a quick greeting. “I’m afraid we have some grave news for you and your brother.”

Tony stepped close to you, pulling you close to his side.

“What’s happened?” you asked softly.

“Thanos is coming. And we need all the help we can get to stop him.”

Bruce emerged out from behind Stephen, looking at you with a small smile. You pulled away from Tony to rush over and give him a hug. Happy to see his face after all this time. But the happiness is short lived, and you pull back enough to look at him worried.

“Who is Thanos?”

The group discusses the origin of the infinity stones, all having different powers, and origins. You can’t help but notice that there are a few that this group has come across before. But this power, this threat, felt so much beyond anything you guys were used to.

Now Thor is gone. Taken from you all without so much as a real goodbye. Everyone close to you seemed to suffer the same fate of leaving and you feel desperate to hold onto those you have left.

How were you just previous fighting each other and now have the possibility of fighting a super titan from across the universe?

“Tell me his name again.”

“Thanos.” Bruce repeated, stepping towards where you stood and Tony paced. “He’s a plague, Tony. He invades planets. He takes what he wants. He wipes out half the population. He sent Loki.” Tony became frozen. Hearing the name of an old enemy again. “The attack on New York, that’s him.”

“..This is it.” he whispered. You can’t help but frown in confusion. “What’s our timeline?” he asked shortly after.

“No telling. He has the Power and Space Stones. That already makes him the strongest creature in the whole universe. If he gets his hands on all six stones, Tony..”

“He could destroy life on a scale hitherto undreamt of.” Stephen included.

Tony reached out for a vase before him, using it to stretch out his hamstring while he responded to Stephen. In his sardonic fashion of course. “Did you seriously just say hitherto undreamt of?”

“Are you seriously leaning on the Cauldron of the Cosmos?”

Now you can’t help but step forward, confused by the vases’ grand title. The cap draped around Stephen’s shoulders lifted up and slapped Tony. Causing him to stumble forward a bit while you took in the fact that this man’s cape just moved on its own accord.

Tony looked a bit shocked, looking over at the man before he calmly became reserved again. “I’m going to allow that.” He said, before a thought came to mind. “If Thanos needs all six, why don’t we just stick this one down a garbage disposal?”

“No can do.”

“We swore an oath to protect the Time Stone with our lives.” said the other male whom you found out was simply named Wong.

“And I swore off dairy.” Tony volleyed. “But then Ben & Jerry’s named a flavor after me. So.”

“Stark Raving Hazelnuts.” Stephen mumbled, sounding even more irritated.

“Not bad.” Tony shrugged.

“A bit chalky.”

Wong shook his head quickly. “A Hunk of Hulk of Burning Fudge is our favorite.”

Bruce gaped over at that, already becoming more fidgety about the situation. “That’s a thing?”

“Whatever,” Tony said, bringing the focus back to him. “Point is, things change.”

“Our oath to protect the Time Stone cannot change.” Stephen said simply. “And this stone may be the best chance we have against Thanos.”

“Yeah, so conversely, it may also be his best chance against us.”

You can’t help but snort, feeling the emotions suddenly hit you. The two men snapped their gazes in your direction. “So, you’re here with us.” Stephen said sarcastically. “Care to enlighten us with your views? I’m sure the other Stark, has one.”

You’re trying to hold back the real anger coming in. The one that hit you when Bruce revealed Thor's death. It was another loss in your life. You just couldn’t believe that someone as powerful as Thor was gone because of this Thanos.

Crossing your arms, you move past Bruce to stand by Tony. He catches your eyes, giving you a knowing look before you face Stephen. “Well, for starters, Raspberry Thorbet is the superior flavor.” you shrugged. “And I think Tony is right.”

The taller man scoffed a bit, raising a brow at you. “Seriously?”

“What good is a sworn oath when he’s powerful enough to just take it?” You glanced over to the other wizard (sorcerer?). “If he has two stones powerful enough to wipe out half of the Asgardians. Some of the most valiant and powerful people. Then why the hell are we wasting our time giving him the chance to get another stone?!” Your chest is rising and you have to pinch at your arm secretly to keep from bursting like you want to. “Take out the damn probability before I have to lose another damn friend in this!”

“That’s only if we don’t do our jobs.” Stephen countered, now irritated by you.

“What is your job exactly?” Tony asked. “I mean, besides making balloon animals.”

“Protecting your reality, douchebag.”

You can help but roll your eyes at the two. They’re oddly similar and two egos in one room is already far too much. Bruce, seeming to feel the same, stepped forward.

“Okay, guys. Could we table this discussion right now?” The two put off the stare down to turn to Bruce. “The fact is we have this stone. We know where it is. Vision is out there somewhere with the Mind Stone and we have to find him now.”

Tony glanced over at you with a winced look. All you could do is merely turn away from Bruce, trying to cover up the discomfort. This was going to be a lot to unpack for him in such a short amount of time.

“Yeah, that’s the thing.” Tony started.

“What do you mean?”

“Two weeks ago, Vision turned off his transponder. He’s offline.” he shrugged, arms crossed over his chest. You remembered back to how upset Tony got. Unsure why Vision would cut all ties immediately and while you helped try and find him, you knew it wasn’t going to work. Not when Vision knew both your techniques well enough.

Vision didn’t want to be found. He did not want to come back home. And if that didn’t add salt to wounds..

“What?!” Bruce asked, brows furrowed in the confusion. “Tony, you lost another super-bot?”

“I didn’t lose him. He’s more than that. He’s evolving.”

“Some parents would call it a rebellious phase.” you added, getting a small glare from Tony. Bruce ignored your words, following after your brother.

“Who could find Vision then?” asked Stephen as he attempted to bring back the situation into focus. But he was completely unaware of how much of a loaded question that was. There was a possibility that Vision had gone off to find Wanda. Something about their bond during their stay in the compound. But the only one who would have an idea of her whereabouts was the man that helped free her from the raft.

“Shit.” Tony cursed under his breath. “..Probably Steve Rogers.”

“Oh great.”

“Maybe. But..” Tony dragged out, sighing a little bit in defeat.

“Call him.” Bruce suggested.

“It’s not that easy.” Bruce only stared over at Tony even more confused. “God, we haven’t caught up in a spell, have we?” he said, almost too casually.

“No.”

“The Avengers broke up,” he said simply. “We’re toast.”

“Broke up? Like a band? Like..like the Beatles?”

You cover your tired face, not having the mental capacity to deal with another detouring conversation.

“Cap and I fell out hard. We’re not on speaking terms.” he said, shaking his head.

Bruce turned to face your direction, holding his hands out confused. “Boyfriend? Or?”

Shaking your head, you crossed your arms over your chest. “Broke up with him a little after you and the green guy went AWOL.”

Bruce’s whole face fell, looking around the room incredulously before he returned back to the two of you. “Tony, listen to me.” he said, stepping closer. “Thor’s gone. Thanos is coming. It doesn’t matter who you’re talking to or not.”

That seemed like enough to convince Tony. Making him let out a sigh before he reached into his pants pocket. You followed after him, watching as he pulled out the flip phone he showed you just shy over a year ago.

“You carry that around with you in your pocket?” you whispered, slightly amused.

Tony closed his eyes, letting out a long exaggerated sigh. “I swear to God-”

Waving your hand, you step away and allow Tony to make the phone call. He’s about to press down on the keypad when a rumbling sound filled up the noise in the room. Tony turned around to face the rest of you.

“Say, Doc, you wouldn’t happen to be moving your hair, would ya?”

“Not at the moment, no.”

You follow his gaze to Strange’s head, noting that it was indeed moving on its own. In fact, the hair framing around your face began to move as well. Looking up, you stare up at the gaping hole in the roof of the building.

“Someone’s here.” you whispered, ready for the worst.

Stepping out on the outside proved you right. All around were strong winds and citizens of the city running away from one direction. Pushing on the button of your earring, you turn on the connection to FRIDAY.

“FRIDAY, connect me to Tony.” you yelled, helping pick up some of the people tripping over the debris. Already he was stalking off ahead of the group, trying to find the source of the commotion.

One turn around the corner has you coming face to face with the source of the noise. A large wheel-like shit was currently descending down to Earth. Causing the air to turn foggy and thick with its exhaust. You catch up with Tony, looking up at the beast of the machine.

“FRIDAY, evac anyone south of 43rd Street.” Tony ordered. “Notify first responders.”

“Will do.”

A burst of orange glow waved past the two of you, going forward towards the ship in the sky. At first it didn’t seem like it did anything, but when the wind died down, you figured that Strange must have done something to stop it from dropping down further.

You took a glance at Tony and shared a look of strange amusement before turning back to the main problem.

The ship aimed a bright light down on the ground, beaming down two individuals. After all these years of fighting against Gods, Hydra, and murder robots. You shouldn’t be so surprised to figure out that Aliens would join the list of enemies now.

The small group slowly walked over towards the two. You can’t help but take notice of their appearance. They were drastically in contrast to each other. But you focused your gaze on the smaller one who appeared to be the calmer of the two.

“Hear me and rejoice.” started the thin one. “You are about to die at the hands of the Children of Thanos.” The giant beside him barked out in agreement, adjusting the weapon in his hands. “Be thankful that your meaningless lives are now contributing–”

“I’M SORRY! EARTH IS CLOSED TODAY.” Tony yelled, thankfully interrupting the annoying creature’s speech. “You better pack it up and get outta here.”

The gray creature moved his gaze over to Strange, ignoring Tony’s comments. “Stonekeeper,” he called out, getting Stephen’s attention. “Does this chattering animal speak for you?”

“Certainly not. I speak for myself.” he answered, stepping up to the plate. He clapped his arms together, balling up his fists as the orange magic wrapped around his hands again. “You’re trespassing in this city and on this planet.” Wong behind you pumped his arms in the same way, ready for the fight.

“He means get lost, Squidward.”

“God,” you gasped under your breath. “That’s perfect.” you said to Tony. Glancing at your brother with an approving nod. He only gave a small smirk before he looked back to the two aliens.

“He exhausts me. Bring me the stone.”

The giant gave one hammer to the ground in response. Tapping at the bands on your hands, you pull the gauntlet over your hand, powering up as you readied yourself for the creature’s attack.

“Banner, you want a piece?”

“Mmm no, not really. But when do I ever get what I want?”

“That’s right.”

“Okay, push!” Bruce grunted.

“It’s been a while. It’s gonna be good to have you, buddy.” said Tony, unaware of the complete failure of a transformation happening behind him.

“Okay shh.” Bruce grunted, vein protruding from his neck as the green attempted to creep up on his skin. “Let me just..I need to concentrate here for a second.” The lack of action caused Tony to slowly turn around, eyeing his friend curiously. “Come on, man, come on.”

“Where’s your guy?”

“I don’t think he’s coming, Tony.” you muttered, raising your hands up as the fidgety creature began to step towards your direction.

Bruce tried grunting back into Hulk mode again before he sighed. “I don’t know. We’ve sorta been having a thing.”

“It’s performance issues!” you hissed, trying to hopefully piss Bruce off that the Hulk will come through.

“Please don’t word it like that.” sighed your friend.

“It’s no time for a thing.”

“I know.”

“That’s the thing right there. Let’s go.” Tony urged.

No matter how hard Bruce cried and worked, there was no way for him to change into what you needed. Strange peered over from Tony’s other side. Looking at him with an astonished glare before Tony leaned forward.

“Dude, you’re embarrassing me in front of the wizards.”

“Don’t make him feel bad, Tony! He’s trying his best.”

“He’s barely even breaking chartreuse!”

Bruce let out another grunt before turning to your brother. “Tony I’m sorry. Either I can’t or he won’t.”

“It’s okay.” Tony assured him, placing his hands on Bruce’s shoulders. “Hey, stand down. You two keep an eye on him.” He caught your gaze before turning to Wong. Pushing Bruce closer to him. “Thank you.”

You moved to stand in front of Bruce alongside Wong. “We have him.” Wong nodded.

The large creature began to run now, gaining closer distance to the group. A small panic began to build up inside you, making you wish for more help. Tony pulled the straps to his chest, cinching up the trap suit as he activated the nanobots on his chest.

The beast instantly set out on the attack, running even faster now as Tony pulled out the shield from his suit. Blocking the hit before he throws a solid punch to the creature’s jaw. It staggered him back enough that gave Tony a chance to activate his cluster canon that he recently added to the Mark L suit.

Its power sends the beast flying all the way back to its partner.

“Where did that come from?” Bruce exclaimed, shocked to see such power from one of Tony’s suits.

“It’s nanotech. You like it? A little something I-”

The ground from beneath Tony shot up, sending your brother up in the air. “Tony!?” you yelled into your ear piece. “Are you okay?”

“Shit, didn’t see that coming, kid. I’m okay.”

The gray squid-man tore trees from the street way, shooting them over at the group. Wong instantly threw out his magic, putting up a solid glowing wall to stop them from reaching to where you guys stood.

“Doctor Banner, if the rest of your green friend won’t be joining us..” He held his hands up, opening a portal behind Bruce before allowing the man to fall down the circle. He nods at you. “Better help keep watch of him.” he pointed out.

Nodding your head, you jump through, landing hard on the half car that got torn off with Bruce when he fell in. The wind got pushed out of you a bit, but you were able to balance yourself before hopping off the car.

“Are you okay?” you asked, helping Bruce off from the ground. He let out a small groan a bit before taking your hand. You wait until he’s settled before taking a look at where you guys were. “We’re at Washington Square park.” you observed, reaching for your phone.

Tapping at the screen, you activate the locator to Tony. Trying to figure out if he was able to return back to the fight. But barely links up for a second before Tony is sent flying into the park. Crashing into the root of a tree.

The two of you quickly rushed over to his side.

“Tony, you okay?” Bruce gasped. “How we doing? Good? Bad?”

You rolled your eyes, wanting to point out it can’t be that great if he’s in the ground right now but you bite your tongue.

“Really, really good.” He said, on the same page as you it would seem. “Do you plan on helping out?”

“I’m trying. He won’t come out!”

“Boss, you better move out the way.” said FRIDAY into your ear.

“Hammer.” Tony said, pushing the two of you out of the way in time from the giant creature’s attack. The push sends the two of you over the ground, making you huff a bit as you hit your back against the ground.

Leaving Bruce to fight against a large tree branch, you climb back over the half of the car, aiming your repulsors over at the beast trying to attack Tony. “Shit, these two keep moving around too fast.” you hissed.

You only get one blast out at the creature before he’s sending Tony flying back in your direction. Hopping off, you rush over to try and shoot closer at the oncoming beast when a red blur lands before him.

“Hey, man! What’s up, Mr. Stark?”

Peter, or rather right now, Spider-Man, had come in the nick of time.

“Spider-Man!” you yelled, reaching out to help Tony up from the floor dragging him back a bit.

“Oh, hey, Scout!”

“Kid, where’d you come from?”

“A field trip to MoMa!” yelled Peter as he was thrown across the park. Tony and you aim both your hands over to the boost, hitting him with a sonic blast before you dashed out of the way. With how fast this guy got back up, you couldn’t take your chances to shoot from the same spot.

“What is this guy’s problem, guys?”

“Uh, he’s from space. He came here to steal a necklace from a wizard.”

You made a run over towards the heavier treelines, trying to get out of the path of the creature's hammer swing. “You know, on this nice day too.” you added in, aiming another sonic blast. It barely scorched the side of its large leg, giving Tony the chance to attack with another laser shot. But it simply reached for the half broken taxi cab and threw it in Tony’s direction.

Peter was quick to grab it before it shot off too far and threw it back to hit against the beast. Sending it hard to the ground.

It scrambled up quickly, letting out a primal growl before he started to charge for Tony again. He’s about to swing down when you switch to the sonic boom, causing the creature to cry out at the pain to its ears and giving Tony a second to switch back to his shield.

It prepares for another throw down when a blurred object rushes between the two of them. You barely get a second to notice that it’s not just an object but Strange himself.

“Kid, that’s the wizard. Get on it.”

“On it!” Peter yelled as he shot his web towards the light posts, shooting his body into the sky and after Strange. You switch it over to a flash attack, blinking the repulsor twice to get the creature to stagger back from his next hit.

“We gotta get this guy down!” you yelled, running to ambush from a new spot. “It’s gotta have some sort of weakness.”

“Towards the statue,” Tony pointed. “Let’s rock his world.”

You rolled your eyes at the pun, dashing to run in front of the beast and get his attention into following you. Tony flies through the trees, coming around the back just in time to spring out in a surprise attack. You used your smaller height to quickly sneak out from under the creature’s legs. Rolling through them and over the grass until you were at a good distance again.

“Uh, guys, I’m being beamed up.” Peter said, making you turn your neck towards the sky. From below you could spot the bright blue beam hitting down on the city again.

“Shit, it’s got Spider-Man!” you yelled.

“Hang on, kid!” Tony yelled, hitting blasts enough that the creature took a swing at him. It’s not until he’s being hit with rocks that Tony mistakenly stays close, giving him the chance to grab hold of his body. He sent Tony back wrapped up in a claw like device.

“Shit!” you hissed, aiming your hands back up, running just a little behind the creature as he jumped up to send a stab down to where Tony laid. In the blink of an eye an orange portal opened up just before Tony, sending the creature down in what looked like a snowy land.

Wong and Bruce both come up now, the older man holding his hands up as he holds the spell that created the portal. Joining at their side, you peered down to see the giant get back up from the floor. Growling a bit as he looked up in the sky to the rest of you.

Right as he’s about to jump back through the portal, Wong quickly closes up the seal. But not before one of the creature’s arms came through, being cut off instantly from the seal of the magic.

“Oh!” Bruce gasped, watching the limb bounce on the ground before he kicked it away from you guys.

You barely had time to register that when Tony pulled up from the ground. Tearing off the claw around him. “Wong, you’re invited to my wedding.” he said simply before shooting up in the sky.

“Tony, wait!” you called out, watching as his figure drifted further away from the city. Pulling out your phone, you connect with FRIDAY to ping to Tony’s location, watching as his locator was getting further away from the city.

A familiar click ticks in your ear and you close your eyes. Bracing yourself for what you know he’s going to say.

“Sprout..”

“Tell me you’ll come back. You’ll grab the kid and get the hell out of there.”

“It’s not just him, Sprout. They’ve got Strange. And if they have him then they have that stone.”

You gripped at your phone tightly, feeling your heartbeat increase with worry. “Fuck, I’m not gonna be able to help you, Tony. FRIDAY won’t make it past the atmosphere.”

“I know, kid..” it’s silent for a second before he spoke up again. “Get Rogers..tell him everything. Get everyone..anyone.”

There’s a second of silence before you speak up again. “Be careful..okay?”

“You too.”

You wait for the click before turning to follow where Wong and Bruce were walking towards. Turning on your phone, you quickly shoot out a message to Rhodey, asking him to meet you at the compound. It’s not until you’re back towards the streets of the city again that you turn to find Wong opening up another portal.

“Where you going?” Bruce asked, looking down at the dusty phone Tony had dropped.

“The Time Stone’s been taken. The Sanctum remains unguarded. What will you two do?” he asked, after stepping inside. You glanced back to Bruce, watching him hold up the flip phone.

“I’m gonna make a call.”

With a firm nod, Wong held up his hands and sealed the portal leaving the two of you alone in the abandoned street. Licking your lips, you glanced down at the phone screen. Frowning at the name of the contact as Bruce hesitantly pressed CALL.

It’s been roughly towards an hour now that you sat hidden in one of the offices. Rhodey took the lead in communicating with some higher officials while you guys waited for the arrival of Steve. The nerves of seeing him again after so long made it nearly impossible for you to relax. Not to mention with total loss of contact with Tony, things were just running worse.

“Hey, kid. If this is too much..no one would blame you for joining Pepper back home.”

You paused your pacing to look over at the doorway. Bruce had come through looking just as timid as ever. Quickly you waved him off, moving over to sit down on the desk chair. “We both know I’m not gonna do that.” you sighed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Do you uh, need to talk about it?”

Smiling sadly, you look down at your lap as you mulled the suggestion over. “I thought you weren’t that kind of Doctor?” you asked, watching a smile tug on his face.

“No, but we can talk about it as friends.”

“Bruce,.”

“I mean, only if you want to!”

“There’s a lot that you missed out on.” you sighed, getting back up again. “Steve and I..we fought. And not just verbally. I tried..”

“You tried?”

“To shoot him..and his best friend..who I was dating at the time.”

He let out a big huff, looking wide eyed at you. “That is a lot more than just talking it out.” You nodded in reply, looking a little bit pained at the sudden information Bruce needed to have. “Are you guys gonna be okay today?”

“We’re gonna have to be.” An alert pinged on the computer and you tapped at the keys to activate the compound cameras. “What am I looking at FRI?”

“Steve Rogers has just landed on the east hangar, Boss.”

Clicking the cameras you watch as Steve stepped down from the quinjet runway, making your stomach turn a bit. “Let’s go greet our guests.” you mused, leading the two of you out of the room. The closer you got towards the labs the more you’re able to hear the remnants of Rhodey’s last conversation.

Bruce is about to step out but you know better than for someone like Secretary Ross to see him, so you stand back, urging him to wait a minute.

“If it weren’t for those Accords,” Rhodey said, sounding irritated. “Vision would’ve been right here.”

“I remember your signature on those papers, Colonel.” Ross volleyed, sounding as annoying as ever.

“Accords? What Accords?” Bruce whispered, you held a hand shutting him up. It’d have to be another thing explained later to him.

“That’s right. And I’m pretty sure I paid for that.”

Your stomach dips as you recalled the events of that year. Rhodey’s accident continued to haunt you after everything. Even if he didn’t blame you, you knew that you were still part of the picture.

“You have second thoughts?” Ross asked.

“Not anymore.”

The sounds of heavy footsteps entering through the hall came in, and you felt yourself grow fidgety as you waited to hear the familiar voices again.

“Mr. Secretary.”

It’s been so long since you’ve heard the timbre in Steve’s voice. The last time he spoke to you really was with his confession. “You got some nerve. I’ll give you that.” Ross said, sounding displeased to see a former ally.

“You could use some of that right now.”

It’s Bruce’s turn to tense up now, and you can’t blame him. With Natasha being back too, well, it would open wounds for everyone.

“The world’s on fire. And you think all is forgiven?” Ross continued.

“I’m not looking for forgiveness. And I’m way past asking permission.”

You roll your eyes a bit, smiling at the very typical Steve Rogers reply.

“Earth just lost her best defender. So we’re here to fight.” Your chest tightened at the small reminder of Tony’s whereabouts. No one is able to locate or reach him and you know the worry is only going to get worse from here on out. But you’d hold out hope for as long as you could.

“If you wanna stand in our way, we’ll fight you too.” Steve warned.

“Arrest them.” Ross said simply.

“All over it.” Rhodey replied, sounding completely facetious. There’s a moment of silence before he spoke up again. “That’s a court-martial…It’s great to see you, Cap.”

“You too, Rhodey.”

“Wow, you guys..really look like crap. Must’ve been a rough couple years.”

“Yeah, well, the hotels weren’t exactly five star.” said the voice you missed most of all. It has you pulling away from the wall and turning the corner.

“Didn’t you know? I put reservations under Ms. Stark’s Assistant.” you said softly, watching as the eyes of the room turned to look at you. A smile tugged quickly over Sam’s lips as he gave you a small nod.

“How many times do I have to remind you, Scout? I’m not your assistant.” he chuckled back, making your chest feel lighter.

“Just one more time.”

You note that Vision is leaning on his side, with a slightly battered Wanda holding his other. It’s not until you finally give your attention to the two blondes in the center of the room that you feel nervous again.

“Uh, I think you look great.” said Bruce, joining at your side. The group is shocked again to see their old friend appear. You gauge Natasha’s reaction, seeing just how much her eyes sparkled to see Bruce.

“Yeah, I’m back.” Bruce declared softly, trying to ease up some of the awkwardness that might have lingered since he followed you down into the lab. The two of you stay a few feet apart from the others.

“Hi Bruce.” Nat’s voice is calm and even.

“Nat..”

No one really knows how to progress forward from their greeting. Well, almost no one.

“This is awkward.”

A/N: OK!!! It was definitely time to bring this back. I know there’s only like three people who might like this or even read this. And I hope they enjoy it. I still wanna finish out this story regardless of the little traction it gets. So please enjoy the mini chapters of Infinity War~

Tagging: @justanothermagicalsara - my loyal follower/reader 💖

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #iv #up next is either chapter 2 for st or steve pov s1

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buckyalpine · 7 months

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CEO Bucky takes his anger out on his secretary (ft smut)

Imagine CEO!Bucky accidently taking his anger out on his already stressed out secretary. He gets mean and you will deal with it because I wanted this angst turned smut to go from chest itching to stomach fluttering.

Your stomach twisted in knots looking at the pile of papers you had stacked on your desk, the phone still ringing while new messages popped up in your email inbox every 5 minutes. The files had to be organized by the next meeting and the number on the phone display was one you couldn’t ignore. The back to back messages were from various investors, each person insisting they were a priority over the others. You kept the receiver between your ear and shoulder, your hands flying around your desk madly between papers and tapping your keyboard.

You quickly added a few more meetings to the calendar before hurrying to your bosses office to remind him of one he had later that afternoon. You hesitated before knocking at the door, the closed doors indicating he was busy, but you knew he’d want a heads up about the meeting.

“Mr. Barnes, you have a meeting with Stark Enterprises at 3:30-

“Didn’t I tell you to move this meeting to next week?” Bucky snapped, blue eyes glaring at you while you blinked in confusion. “Well?”

“N-no” You shook your head, you’d never missed an email before and you’d always been on top of scheduling changes on time. Bucky mumbled something under his breath before waving you off, the shrill sound of his phone going off.

“Barnes” Bucky grunted, answering the phone without looking back at you, leaving to you scramble away and figure out if you could rearrange the date with Tony Stark.

Which was a mess in itself.

You had to argue back and forth, pleading to no end for a different day with Starks assistant only reluctantly agreeing after nearly half an hour.

“You really should be more responsible, can’t believe Barnes has the likes of you working under him” the woman on the phone clicked her tongue before slamming down the receiver, cutting the call. You sighed, taking in a deep breath to calm the tightness you felt in your throat, you didn’t have time to break down now.

You printed the up coming contracts for Bucky to sign, organizing them by name and highlighting the places he had to sign so he didn’t have to bother finding the space for signatures. You scurried back into his office, dreading the tense click of his jaw, your nerves increasing even more.

“Sir, these are your papers-” You stumbled over the corner of the rug, scattering the papers onto the floor, your heart hammering out of your chest when you saw Bucky irritatedly run his fingers through his hair.

“For fucks sake, y/n, I’m already stressed, don’t screw more shit up!” He growled, eyes hardening at the sight of the papers strewn across the floor of his office while you stayed frozen on the spot. Your eyes glossed over, quickly scrambling to the floor to grab the documents, mumbling apologies over and over again, hoping none of your tears stained the paper. The sight of tears streaking down your face broke Bucky out of his frustrated state, instantly regretting the tone he’d used with you.

“Fuck” Bucky cursed under his breath, getting out of his chair to help you but you’d already managed to pick everything up, immediately trying to scramble away.

“Y/n”

You didn’t stop, unable to take more of Bucky’s wrath, continuing to hurry towards the door, desperately trying to hold down your sniffles and aggressively wiping your cheeks.

“Y/n”

Bucky sighed, gently reaching out to grab your arm and pulling you to face him, his feeling even worse when you kept your eyes trained on the floor, your arms wrapped around yourself.

“I’m sorry, p-please d-on’t yell” You choked out, still trying to hold your composure together, fighting the way your body wanted to break down into sobs

“It’s okay. I’m sorry, I’m sorry” his heart broke seeing the tears collecting in your lash line, his thumb swiping away the ones that spilled out. “M’sorry baby” he wasn’t sure where the pet name came from but he couldn’t help it, letting it naturally roll off his tongue. You were still rigid, refusing to look at him, nearly flinching when he pulled you closer, tilting your chin up to meet his steel blues.

“Look at me” He spoke softly now, as if he were trying to coax a small animal out of hiding, his touch gentle, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you”

“It’s okay” you shrugged, slipping out of his hold, quickly wiping your face and going back to work as if nothing had happened. Even though he’d apologized, his words rang through your mind for the rest of the day.

In fact, they stuck with you through the entire week.

Bucky hated the way you didn’t even look at him anymore. He missed your soft good mornings and shy smile whenever he walked into his office. Now all you did was keep your head down, freezing in fear as soon as you heard his footsteps. And it was all his fault.

He despised that he made you feel scared of him, his own anger being the cause of upsetting you when you had been nothing but sweet from the day he’d met you. You were also the best he’d ever had; no one else had ever come close to how brilliantly you worked; you never missed anything. He nearly spat out the coffee that was placed on his table, missing the perfect cup you made for him every morning.

You only spoke 1-2 words, retreating from his office as soon as you got what you needed, your eyes always trained on the floor, looking away from him. He couldn’t take it anymore, feeling more guilty each day; he couldn’t go on any longer without your sweetness.

You blinked at the baby pink roses that sat in a basket on your desk along with a little bear placed on top, a small hand made I’m Sorry heart sitting in its furry hands, clearly in Bucky’s handwriting. You traced over the soft teddy holding it in your hands before going to his office. Before you could say anything, Bucky was up and out of his seat, desperately hoping you’d hear him out.

“M’sorry y/n” His soft eyes were filled with sadness and regret as he reached out to hold your hands in his, not wanting you to run off again, “I’m so sorry angel, there’s no excuse, I shouldn’t have yelled at you”

“It’s fine” You whispered, still avoiding his gaze.

“Hey, it’s not fine” Bucky shook his head, cupping your face to make you look at him, “It’s not baby, I shouldn’t have ever treated you that way. You do everything for me, I shouldn’t have taken out my anger on you”

“I shouldn’t have messed u-

“Don’t, absolutely not. You never do sweets, it was me who messed up. Never you. Will you forgive me, doll?” Bucky nervously bit his lip while you gave him a small nod, that adorable shy smile he loved so much making its way to your lips.

“God, I missed this” He whispered, his thumb tracing over your lips, chuckling at the tiny confused pout you gave him after.

“What did you miss”

“This little smile you always have whenever you’re around me” Bucky smirked at the way you grew more bashful, doe eyes darting about, “Do you have any idea how much I love when you look at me like that?”

“Mr-Mr. Barnes” Your breath hitched in your throat as his hands slowly moved to hold your waist, pulling you closer. Your hands made their way to his chest to ground yourself, forgetting how to breathe as he pressed his lips against yours. It started off soft and slow; his sweet tongue turning sinful as he walked over to his chair, pulling you to straddle him without breaking apart once. You let out a needy whimper feeling him harden under you though Bucky was still focused on kissing your soft skin, his lips fluttering across every inch.

You’d never been this close to Bucky before, the intoxicating scent of his cologne making your heart race, his calloused large hands roaming your body. You hadn’t even realized you were grinding down on his thick bulge until he let out a groan, stilling your hips.

“Keep that up bunny and you’ll make me cum in my pants like a little boy” Bucky let out a strained chuckle, using every bit of his self restraint not to tear your clothes off.

“Please?” You wiggled against him again, needing to be closer, Bucky’s resolve slowly crumbling. How could he hold back when you were practically humping your soaked needy cunt right on his erection.

“Please what, sweets”

“Need you Sir” your voice had melted in a whine and that was all it took. The sound of his belt buckle hitting the floor caused more arousal to dampen your panties, nearly drooling at the sight of his cock as he pulled it out.

“Are-are you sure?” He checked with you once more, not wasting a second ripping your blouse off as soon as you nodded. He threw your bra off next before lifting your skirt up and pulling your panties to the, rubbing his fingers through your folds.

“Sir, pleasee”

“I got you, I got you baby. Wanted to make love for our first time angel, give you a bed with rose petals n’ champagne over ice” He whispered, recounting every fantasy he’d thought of from the day he’d met you, “Wanted to make you feel good baby, throw your legs over my shoulders and nurse off this little clit”

He rubbed your sensitive bundle of nerves, continuing.

“N’ then you’d be my sweet pillow princess. I’d let you lie down all night while I fuck your soul angel. I’d give you my cum all night, pump you full of my cream”

“Need you now” You whimpered, clutching onto the lapels of his blazer, not that you didn’t want everything he was telling you but you couldn't wait.

“Alright baby, c’mere” He pulled you closer, your bare chest pressed against his as he rubbed his swollen cockhead to gather your slick before breeching your tight hole, his hips gently pushing up till he was buried to the hilt, “That’s it, shhh take all of me”

Bucky gave you a second to adjust to his size, his wide hands splayed across your body to hold you in place as he began to thrust up. You gasped in pleasure, your voice melting into a moan as he picked you up and placed you on his desk, pushing your thighs to hit your chest, hitting an even deeper angel.

“OH GOD-MR-BARNES” You wailed as he fucked you harder, his heard thrown back, tie loosened, tightening the grip he had on your legs, keeping you spread out wide open. He groaned at the sight of his thick cock disappearing in and out of you while you moaned and sobbed on his desk, taking everything he gave you.

“That’s right baby, say my name, let everyone know who makes you feel this good” He grunted through gritted teeth, holding off his orgasm while bringing his thumb to rub your clit again.

“I-I’m gonna-OH-GOD-PLEASEE

“Fuck you sound perfect” Bucky moaned feeling you choke his length, fluttering and pulling him deeper as your orgasm washed over you, his own release dangerously close. “God you feel so fuckin’ good when you cum baby. One more angel, just one more” Bucky practically pleaded with you, speeding up his fingers till he saw your eyes roll back, silent screams leaving your mouth as your juices soaked his balls.

“Fuck m’cumming so hard for you baby” He groaned, giving you a few more sloppy thrusts before stilling and spilling ropes of cum into you. He kept his cock inside while bending down to pick you up and sit back in his chair again. He sat with you for a while, petting your hair and kissing you, whispering sweet nothings.

“Ready to go?” He whispered, looking down to see if you’d fallen asleep while you snuggled into him with your eyes closed.

“Too tired sir” You pouted, nuzzling into his chest, refusing to move, your body too fucked out to even stand.

“I got you baby” Bucky smiled, shrugging off his blazer and wrapping you up before carrying you away in his arms, ready to take you home, right where you belonged “Gonna make love to my pretty girl”

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notafunkiller · 6 months

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What if I am too much?

Summary: When Sam's girlfriend calls you clingy, you decide to give Bucky some space. What you don’t know is that he doesn’t want any space. None at all.

Pairing: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x female reader

Warnings: 18+, angst, teasing, language, pet names, spanking, daddy kink, metal arm kink, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 2.2K

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A/N: I want to thank @marvelouslizzie for her help!

Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!

“Oh, you’re alone?”

You turn your head in the direction of the voice and smile politely. You don’t recognize this woman, but she looks at you like she does.

“Uh, yes. Hello!”

“You don’t remember me, do you?”

You instantly blush, ashamed, and search for Bucky’s face in the crowd. Nowhere to be found. Damn it!

“No, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she says before coming next to you. “I’m Misty.” Brunette, tall and beautiful.

“Where did we meet?”

“Sam’s birthday, but I’m not surprised you don’t remember me. You were too busy clinging to Bucky’s side all night.” She sounds serious, and you freeze, having no idea where this came from. She simply laughs, grabbing your arm with some kind of bionic cold hand for a second before letting it go.

It’s not like Bucky’s. It’s more... robotic.

“Clinging?” You ask confused.

“Yeah, you know, always sitting with him, holding his arm, following him around.”

You puff, already annoyed by this random woman. “Following him around? I’m not a dog!”

“Didn’t say you are a dog, honey. Just pointing out the obvious.”

You try to hold your tongue, pushing aside the impulse to start a fight. This is a night about Bucky. Not you or your discomfort. And she is his ex-co-worker-friend’s girlfriend. Your anger can wait.

“Alright, but how does my clinging affect you, though?”

“Oh, don’t take it so personally! I just meant to be friendly. It’s a girl’s advice. Live a little, being insecure is not gonna save your relationship.”

A piece of advice no one asked for. A take you never even considered. You’re not insecure and you’re definitely not keeping Bucky to your side all the time. You don’t… He is free to do whatever the hell he wants.

“Thank you.”

She has the audacity to laugh. “Don’t be so defensive, honey! Gonna get a cocktail, want some?”

You shake your head, feeling a hole in your stomach after she leaves you alone, and you basically run to the bathroom, trying to calm down. What if she is right, though? What if Sam heard or saw something? Maybe Bucky is extra grumpy or unhappy. Maybe he even complained…

You never thought sitting with Bucky is a sign of clinginess. You thought it’d help... he is not the most comfortable person at events. He gets stared at a lot, he hates small talk, and you really like being close to him. Gosh, you are clingy!

The rest of the night passes like a blur. When you come back, Bucky’s waiting for you, and despite your instinct to wrap your arm around his back and let him hold you, you keep a little distance, giving Sam and his nosy girlfriend a fake smile, while Bucky keeps staring at you strangely.

You even manage to avoid touching him all week somehow, except for a few kisses now and then. Your period came, and as he tried to hold you, you had to fight tears while telling him not to. You’re sick and tired and you miss him, but you want to give him some space. You’ve been suffocating him for so long... You make sure to cry only when he’s out because he might hear you even in the shower. He has super hearing after all.

You thought it would become easier every day, but quite the opposite. Every time you’re close to giving up, you remember Sam’s comment that he made a week after you met him about how Bucky always likes his space and what Misty told you, so you fight against your wish.

Until Sunday afternoon.

You’re in bed, scrolling down on Instagram as Bucky comes out of the shower. You try not to stare at him, but how can you not? He looks absolutely incredible.

What you don’t expect is him trying to get on top of you to tickle you with a huge smile on his face. He’s so adorable.

“B-Bucky, stop!” You laugh as his hands get under your T-shirt. He loves making you laugh no matter how he does it. “N-no.”

“Oh, I will,” he says playfully.

But what he failed to tell you is that stopping means sneaking his head under your T-shirt, which starts to rip a little because of the stretch, and resting it on your boobs.

“Bucky!”

He puffs, annoyed. “Why the fuck are you wearing a bra in the house, bubba?”

“Cause it’s a bra?” You ask back sarcastically, but you know this is weird. You always complain about needing to wear it outside. But inside? It’s even worse.

“Unacceptable.” He quickly rips your bra in half, not bothering to unhook it, and you feel his beard on your breast all of a sudden, making you shiver. Fuck, you really miss this.

“B-Bucky, come on, your hair is a little wet!”

“Bubba, please...”

“Bucky! Why did you do that?” He immediately takes his head out of your T-shirt, and you almost cry. He looks do lost and scared.

“Baby, do you not want me anymore?”

“What the fuck?” You groan. This is the last thing you wanted him to think. All you tried to do was to make him happy and feel less pressured.

“You don’t let me touch you. You don’t want to cuddle with me. You don’t wake me up with kisses. You don’t get on top of me You don’t hug me! What did I do?”

Your heart aches for both of you. “Wasn’t that better?”

“Better for who?” He cries. “This was the worst week of my life since Hydra.”

“Unfortunately, that cannot be true, Bucky.” You sigh, getting closer to him. “I thought you like space...”

“I do, but not with my fucking baby!”

You melt at his words, truth be told. He said it so passionately, but you’re so confused.

“I thought I was being too clingy, touching you too much, you know?”

“What? Where did this come from?”

You close your eyes. How are you supposed to answer this without sounding like a petty bitch?

“Does it matter?”

“Of course it does!” You feel his hands grabbing your face so you can look at him. “It means I did something wrong.”

You frown, upset that he thinks that. He’s been nothing but kind, understanding, and loving to you, and you hate how he feels like he failed you or something.

“Sam’s girlfriend told me I am clingy... always with you, never leaving you alone to breathe basically. And it reminded me of Sam saying how much you love your space, and I just...” You try not to cry, you really do, but you cannot hold back the tears this time, which Bucky immediately reaches to wipe with his flesh fingers.

“Jesus, baby! I don’t give a goddamn shit about what they say, you aren’t allowed to listen to anyone! Just let me touch you.”

You immediately wrap your arms around his neck, and Bucky lifts you a bit so you can sit on his lap. You can hear his heartbeat, and you find that so peaceful.

“I thought you’re gonna break up with me, honey.” He whispers in your ear. “I was terrified when you didn’t let me cuddle with you.”

“I’m so fucking sorry, baby.” You don’t know what else to say. You hurt both of you for days just because you let some woman get inside your head, but you had good intentions. “I just didn’t want to be a burden.”

“I should be the one saying that, not you, bubba.” He leaves a kiss on your shoulder. “God, I missed you so much, it feels surreal to touch you.”

“I love you, I’m sorry.”

“Promise to never do this shit ever again!”

“I’ll try,” you murmur. “I didn’t realize you want me to touch you so much.”

Bucky lifts your head. “You know I have to punish you for that, right?”

“Punish me?” You ask surprised.

“Yeah, for believing some stranger over your man. For pulling away and giving me a heart attack. And for depriving yourself of my cuddling skills.”

You giggle. “What if I let you suck my nipples for a whole week anytime you wanted?”

“I already do that!” Bucky lifts your T-shirt as he speaks, and you gasp.

“You do not!”

“Yes, I do. Remember when I came home from the last mission and I made you come by-” He lowers his head and licks your right breast, avoiding your nipple.

“Fuck you, tease!”

“I am the tease?!” He snorts, continuing to lick.

“You’re always the tease. Now kiss me and gimmie your cock.”

“I won’t give you anything until I punish you.”

“Jamie!” You scream when he turns you around, ripping off your shorts in half, along with your underwear before placing you on his thighs. “What the fuck?”

“What the fuck to you for keeping yourself away from me.” You feel him caressing your ass for a few seconds before slapping your right cheek with his flesh hand. You squirm, gripping into his hip.

“F-fuck!”

“Count.”

You groan. “Jamie...” He spanks you again but harder, and this time you moan. “T-two.”

“Nope, we start over.”

“O-one.”

“Good girl!”

The third and fourth aren’t as hard as you want and you find yourself wiggling your ass in the air.

“Harder.”

“Harder?” He snorts, amused, and before he can bring his flesh hand in the air, you grab his metal arm.

“Please, daddy, use this one!”

Daddy? It didn’t take too long for you to get back in the mood.

“Can’t use it, baby, I’m sorry.”

“No!” You cry. “I need it, pleaseee. I’ll ride your face as many times as you w-want.”

Bucky still doesn’t agree. “Baby, it would hurt.”

“Let it hurt!”

You want it to hurt because this pain is not unbearable, quite the opposite. It pushes you over the edge faster.

He sighs and listens to you, bringing his metal hand to your ass, but you barely even feel it when he slaps. You groan, upset.

“I said slap! Do you want me to hover?”

“I can fucking hurt you.”

“I told you to hurt me!” You beg. “Please, honey! Please, please, please.”

He does it again, not hard enough for you, but you count anyway. Again and again.

“Jesus, you’re making my thighs so wet. You’re such a little whore for me.”

“I’m your whore. Always, daddy, please!”

Bucky’s moan comes somehow from the back of his throat, and the last spanks are perfect. He gently caresses your ass, cooling it off with his metal hand, and you smile. “You’re so dirty sometimes, but also such a good girl taking your punishment perfectly.”

“I am sorry,” you whisper.

“For what exactly?”

You pout, grabbing his face. “For all of it. But you’re you, Bucky. You’re the greatest guy in the world, I just didn’t want to be annoying.”

“You were annoying when you didn’t let me even hug you.”

You know that, but sometimes you can’t help but do dumb things, thinking about him. “I wanted you to be happy.”

“Well, I wasn’t happy, obviously. And neither were you, bubba. Promise me you’ll talk to me first next time.”

“I was just stupid…”

“No.” You feel his thumb all over your lips. “You were worried. I love you and I really need your touch, okay?”

“I noticed,” you laugh.

“Good, now feed me my boobs, and then I wanna see you riding my face as you negotiated.”

You fake sigh and grab your boob. “Open up.”

You’re not sure how to react when Bucky drags you straight to Sam and his girlfriend as soon as you get inside the museum.

“Hey, Buck-”

“Who do you think you are?”

Misty gasps while Sam and you freeze.

“Wow, wow, wow, man. Hold on a sec, what is going on?”

“What is going on, Samuel?” Bucky asks rhetorically through his teeth. “Ask your little girlfriend where she got her audacity from to tell my girl she is clingy. That she basically spends too much time with me. Who the fuck gave her the permission to even speak to her? So she either apologizes and keeps her mouth shut, or we’ll have a big problem.” Bucky turns his head to look at Misty. “From one metal arm to another. Wanna try me?”

“You did what? What the hell?”

Misty frowns, staring at you. “You went to complain to him for giving you a friendly, harmless advice?”

Bucky instantly grabs her metal arm wrist before you can answer.

“You got three seconds to beg for her forgiveness before I snap your hand in half. And I am not bluffing.”

Sam doesn’t even try to get between them, simply watching, and Misty immediately gets teary.

“I’m... sorry.”

Bucky shakes his head, squeezing her wrist. Holy shit! You haven’t seen him like this in ages. “Didn’t hear you.”

“I am sorry. I should have minded my own business!”

“Yes, you should’ve,” you say without regret. “But I forgive you.”

Bucky lets go with a grunt before nodding to Sam and bringing his hand to your hips, leading you toward the exit.

As soon as you are outside, you don’t even care if someone can hear you as you speak. “Fuck, I wanna suck your cock so badly!”

Bucky laughs. “I see. In the car… is that okay for you?”

You get on your tiptoes to kiss him. “Perfect.”

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I wish I had a smitten Bucky. Just sees me and wants me. 🥺

I know the feeling, nonnie.

Check Yes or No

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky instantly falls for you, but waits to ask you out.

Word Count: Over 2.1k

Warnings: Fluff, could be seen as instalove on Bucky's side, attraction, slight insecurities, minor time jump, Alpine being the best, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: I can't send Bucky your way, lovelies, so I hope you enjoy this short, surprise fic! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky wasn't looking for love the day he met you, but it found him anyway.

“Hey, Buck,” Steve greeted from his seat when he walked into the conference rooms and nodded to the spot beside him that you occupied. “I’d like you to meet our newest transfer. She’s also moving into the Tower.”

He was a changed man the moment your eyes met. Breathtaking was a word to describe you given how he had forgotten to breathe. He had witnessed many sunrises and sunsets in his life, a kaleidoscope of colors painted in the sky to both soothe and awaken the soul. They paled in comparison to the beauty before him.

One glance and he belonged to you completely.

“Hi, Bucky. It’s nice to meet you.”

While he wasn't sure if Heaven existed, you speaking his name was like hearing the voice of an angel.

“I’m Bucky.”

Of all the things he could've said, reiterating his name was what his mouth went with.

Instead of giving him a weird look or brushing him off when he scowled at himself, you smiled. “I look forward to us working together.”

Bucky couldn't tell you what the meeting was about that day, but he remembered the details about you. The way you leaned forward in your seat to pay extra attention when someone else spoke, also giving him an ample view of your chest before he reminded himself not to stare. The slight crease in your forehead when you jotted down an important note. And the soft giggle you let out when Steve cracked a joke.

He suddenly wished he was funnier.

“Have a good rest of the day, Bucky,” you said when the meeting ended.

Bucky didn't have to try to smile with you. It just came naturally. When you smiled back, it was easy to imagine what it would be like if you were his girl.

“You, too,” he replied, giving himself a mental victory for not screwing up his words this time. “Wait!”

You paused and looked at him expectantly. “Yeah?”

Bucky realized he had no reason to keep you from leaving. He just didn't want you to go. “Do you need help moving your stuff in?”

“I actually got my things moved in late last night, but thanks for the offer,” you replied, checking the time with wide eyes. “I'm so sorry. I have to go. I’m in 2L if you need anything!”

“Bye,” he called after you, turning in his chair to watch you go.

How did he miss you already?

Though Steve had a knowing look in his eyes, he graciously kept his mouth shut as he left the room. He reminded him an hour later that he wouldn't break any bylaws by asking you out. The punk somehow knew that you weren't seeing anyone.

Which made him happy.

While he appreciated Steve looking out for happiness, he still had to get his head on straight.

“Once I completely trust my own mind, maybe I will,” Bucky said, even though the stuff was already out of his head. He owed it to himself to take his time. And you.

Imagine his surprise when he found a note from you on his door the next day.

Hey, Bucky! Lunch on me today? Check YES or NO.

The lopsided grin on his face wouldn't go away when he read it again. You must've been interested in him enough to ask about him. How else did you know his apartment number? Why else would you ask him to lunch?

He nearly shouted “YES” in the hall before he came to his senses and simply checked the option before he returned the note to your apartment door.

When he met up with you later, he told himself it wasn't a date. It couldn't be, right? It didn't keep his heart from stopping when you answered your door. Dressed down and casual, you looked like an angel went to Earth just for him.

“Hey, Bucky,” you smiled. “Ready to go?”

He hadn't said much on the way to the cafe since he was too busy hanging on to your every word, but it was like he had known you for ages as you carried on the conversation. Your questions weren't invasive and you didn't seem to mind the occasional short answers. It was also the shortest meal of his life, over too soon for his liking, and he also refused to let you pay for his meal.

He wanted to show you that gentlemen still existed.

“Lunch again next week?” You offered.

“Sure,” he answered, his head spinning from giddiness.

But it wasn't a date.

It was time to change that.

Today was the day. Six months from the day he met you. Six months of chatting with you between missions and slowly getting to know you over weekly lunches. Six months of falling for you more and more each day and he finally worked up the courage to ask you out.

But falling was the easy part. Confessing was an entirely different story. He would either crash to the ground and hope his wounds would later heal or you’d catch him as he fell. No matter what, he wouldn't let his nerves get the better of him.

“Just like we practiced, okay?” Bucky asked.

“Meow.”

Alpine nuzzled her head against Bucky’s with a gentle purr when he huffed. She was his little partner-in-crime through and through. Like you, even though you didn't realize it, the little white ball of fur helped save him. He was fairly certain he wasn't supposed to bring her to this floor, but any reprimand would be worth it.

Besides, the Tower, office, anywhere they operated should allow them to have their pets with them, especially for emotional support.

“I'm counting on you,” he teased, placing the folded up piece of paper in her mouth. “Go.”

He peeked around the corner when he set Alpine down. The sun illuminated you from where you sat in the lounge, curled up in your normal spot on the sofa. You liked to relax there occasionally to read. He wondered what book you had with you today.

Thankfully, no one was around to disturb you.

Except for him.

“Alpine, is that you?” You asked when you looked up, closing the book as the cat approached you. While the feline was cautious of some, she warmed up to you immediately when you met and solidified that you were the one for him. “Whatcha got there? Where’s Bucky?”

His name spilling from your lips was still one of his favorite sounds.

He held his breath when Alpine jumped up beside you, opened her mouth, and dropped the paper in your lap. He immediately began to second guess himself when you unfolded it with a furrowed brow. Why did he think this was a good idea? Why didn't he just ask you like a normal guy?

To be fair, he hadn't been normal for some time.

“Will you go out with me? Check YES or NO. Love, Bucky,” you read out loud with a huge smile, which was enough to make his heart race. You giggled a moment later when Alpine bumped your hand, the soft noise making his stomach do a funny sort of flip. “Okay, okay. Let me get my pen out of my bag.”

Bucky exhaled a little as he moved to stand in the doorway. You didn't toss the paper away, so that had to be a good sign. He carefully kept himself from showing any outward emotion when you met his gaze, but his knees nearly gave out. His palms also began to sweat when you gave him a half smile.

Just when he thought you couldn't look more beautiful than you had the day before, you proved him wrong.

He ran a hand through his hair and hoped he looked halfway decent since he hadn't brushed it. But you commented a few weeks back that you liked it long when you saw an old photo, so he wanted to grow it out. He lost count of how many times he imagined your fingers in his hair

Maybe one day.

Watching you grab your pen, it was like he was drowning. The tide pulled him under as you made a mark on the sheet. His lungs burned when you handed it back to Alpine. He couldn't come up for air. He couldn't breathe.

Until you smiled again.

“Thanks, Alpine,” you said.

His cat gracefully walked back to Bucky and he swore he caught you trying not to giggle as she climbed up his leg. His heart hammered in his chest when he took the slip of paper from her mouth. Meeting your tender gaze, he couldn't bring himself to open it though.

After he told himself he wouldn't let his nerves get the better of him.

“Not going to see what my answer is?” You asked as he carried Alpine into the lounge.

“I want to,” he replied, sighing as he took a seat beside you. His cat was perfectly content to lay in his lap. “But I’m questioning if I did this the right way.”

The note you gave him for a simple lunch request may have been a small gesture in your eyes, but it meant the world to him. He thought by asking you out this way that he could give you something meaningful in return. Something that only the two of you shared.

That was all he wanted.

You turned toward him, your knee touching his. The small touch sent heat down his spine. “Open it and you’ll find out.”

He nodded, thankful that his vibranium hand didn't shake as he lifted the sheet. “Wait, let me say something before I do.”

The corner of your lip tugged as you tried not to smile. “Bucky-”

“I like you. I really like you. I have since the day we met. And I'm going to like you tomorrow. And the day after that and the day after that,” he admitted in a rush, catching your sharp inhale as he looked into your eyes. “But I know my past isn't easy to deal with. If you just want to be a teammate or colleague, that’s okay. Just. Being a part of your life in some way is more than enough.”

Alpine lifted her head and looked between the two of you, as if she was waiting with baited breath to see what would happen next.

Bucky felt a crack in his heart when you didn't speak or react, his body slumping slightly into the couch. It was okay. He took a chance and told you how he felt. He wouldn't force you to reciprocate.

“Bucky?” You asked above a whisper, reaching over to help him unfold the paper. He gasped when he saw the checkmark beside “YES”, blinking rapidly to make sure you picked that box. “I really like you, too.”

“You do?” He exhaled, grasping your hand with renewed joy. He was careful not to squeeze too hard. Hurting you was the last thing he ever wanted to do.

“Yeah. Pretty much since the day I met you,” you admitted, glancing in your lap before you met his gaze again. He saw stars in your eyes. “And your past isn't your fault, Bucky. You aren't something to ‘deal with’, okay? You’re a good man. I can give you a whole list of reasons if you need it.”

Physically, Bucky’s body was in peak condition. Your confession, however, caused all of the air to leave his lungs and made him weak in the best possible way. A familiar warmth moved through Bucky’s veins as he breathed again and it dawned on him at that moment that he hadn't felt cold since you walked into his life.

Not once.

Your faith in him gave him strength. Your mere existence gave him the courage to try. And he didn't have to go it alone.

“Wow,” he breathed, relieved and elated as he gave you a small smile. “How about tomorrow night?”

“It’s a date,” you smiled.

“Great,” he smiled back. A date. He couldn't wait to see the look on Steve's face when he told him that he finally asked you out.

“And I think the note was purrfect,” you teased at Alpine before you scrunched up your face. “I ruined the moment, didn't I?”

Bucky brought your hand to his mouth, kissing it as gently as he possibly could. He could hear your heart race. So was his. “Not at all.”

He knew it was too soon to say he loved you and it was likely too soon for you to feel that way about him, but he felt hope in your smile that you would one day.

For now, he had a date to plan all because you checked “yes”.

We know it'll be the best date ever, right? Love and thanks for reading! 💙

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