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buckyalpine · 2 years

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Own Me

18+ minors dni

beefy Bucky x jealous reader

Combining 2 cause I love these so much, thank you @justsebstan and my lovely anon. Making it clear rn, Bucky only has eyes for YOUUU and You only. Anything he does in this fic is to piss you off on purpose, cause some times he’s a shit who doesn’t want to admit his feelings.

Warnings: SMUTTT (daddy kink, breeding kink, possessiveness) angst (Bucky is just a little shit) , lill flufff

Word count: 1.7k

A lil drabble for this AU

“Not bad soldier” Nat smirked, straddling Bucky before he flipped her over, holding her in place with a cocky grin on his face.

“Just not bad?” He sassed while Nat huffed, rolling her eyes.

“This isn’t how I imagined being under you Barnes”

What the fuck.

You glared at Bucky, wanting to slap the stupid cocky smirk off his face, his baby blue eyes sparkling as he continued to spar with Nat, their training session going on for the past half hour, sneaking glances at you the entire time.

This little shit knew what he was doing.

You nearly retched watching Nat giggle, her arm caressing his bicep as they took a water break, shamelessly flirting with the super solider the entire time.

Your super soldier. Sure, she didn’t know but he was yours.

What no one knew was you and Bucky had been fucking for months. What started off as a onetime thing, became a two time thing to you both fucking in every room in the compound, not a single surface left untouched (sorry Tony).

You shook your head, watching her bat her eyes at him, biting her lips while he let it all happen, completely aware of what he was doing. Honestly, you hated Bucky. His stupid pink lips, fuck his puppy eyes, stupid perfect nose, and fuck his dimple chin, you wanted to stuff your fist in his mouth. You didn’t have feelings for him at all, no, not once ounce, which is exactly why you went over to the hot new agent just to piss Bucky off.

“Aaron, will you train with me?” You sauntered over to one of the new agents who was finishing up his set, your deviously innocent smile instantly captivating him.

“Of course y/n” Aaron smiled, brushing his hair back before eagerly nodding, his hand resting on your waist as he guided you to a free mat. You could feel your heart already racing, as Bucky watched you both carefully, his previous cocky demeanour knocked down a few pegs. He loved your jealous side, riling you up and frustrating you, you normally just pouted until he cuddled you but today…

What were you doing...

Aaron wasn’t Bucky but he was still attractive as hell; tall, dark hair, brown eyes with dark lashes. His broad frame easily covered your entire body as you both went through a few routines.

“Fuck” He groaned while you straddled him, your thighs squeezing around his waist, sitting right on his poorly contained boner.

“You okay?” You smirked, biting your lip, yelping when Aaron rolled you both over, pinning your hands above your head, caging you under him.

Bucky completely abandoned his training, fully focused on the pure fuckery taking place before his eyes. His chest heaved as he watched the new agent lie on top of you; all training etiquette thrown out the window, the guy was one thrust away from straight up dry humping you in the middle of the gym like a dog in heat.

“More than okay, how about you babydoll?”

Oh hell no. No. Nope. No.

Bucky practically growled, only he called you that, that name was reserved for you and you only, this fucker had no right-

“Someone’s distracted” You playfully rolled your eyes, gasping when he held you down, his breaths growing heavier.

“Shit y/n, gotta give me a sec” Aaron blushed, holding your hips down, trying to think of something, anything, to get the blood to flow literally anywhere else.

The loud crack of plastic shattering echoed enough the gym as Bucky crushed his water bottle in his hand, before storming out of the gym, dangerously close to violating the rules his therapist had laid out for him.

Steve watched the scene unfold with wide eyes, obviously he didn’t know all the logistics of what was going on between you and Bucky but he was able to piece together enough to send a quick prayer to the heavens; you were not going to be able to walk tomorrow.

*****

“What the FUCK were you doing?!”

Bucky burst through your door, ripping it off its hinges, his jaw clenching, watching you clutch onto your towel, still dripping from your shower. He grabbed your arm, dragging you over to his room, slamming the door shut and locking it.

“Training, what the fuck were you doing” You spat, glaring at Bucky as he stalked over to you, caging with his arms, trapping you against the wall.

“Training? That’s that you call it now?” His breath fanned on your face, chest pressed flush against yours, you could feel his body heat radiating off him.

“And what do you call the shit you were doing with Nat, letting her eye fuck you, rubbing herself all over-

“You’re acting like a fucking brat” Bucky growled; you tried to push him away, only to have him press his body on you harder. He shoved his thigh between your legs, pushing it against your needy core. Your breath hitched, refusing to give into him, ignoring the way your stomach clenched as he brought his metal arm to wrap around your throat. “Such a needy fucking brat. No one else gets to touch you like that”

“You don’t own me Bucky-” You gasped, feeling your towel ripped off you, Bucky’s hand trailing down, rubbing tortuously slow circles onto your swollen clit, squeezing the sides of your neck a little more.

“Yeah? I don’t own you princess?” He bit his lip, cocking his head to the side, watching you squirm, his fingers dipping in you to gather your arousal, spreading it around before rubbing your clit faster.

“No” Don’t give in.

“I don’t own this pussy?”

“No” Don’t y/n.

“Whose fucking cock do you cum around?” He rubbed tight circles onto your clit, his lips brushing by your ear, nipping your earlobe.

Don’t. Give. In.

“Tell me, whose cock makes you fucking cry and scream?” He licked down your neck, shoving two fingers into you, plunging them in and out, your slick coating drenching his fingers, the sticky mess smearing all over your thighs. You bit your lip, refusing to let him make you moan, your pussy sucking his fingers in deeper, holding back your orgasm. Fuck him.

“Have you let anyone cum in your needy little pussy like me?”

He glared down at you, daring you to answer, watching you squirm, desperate to cum. You were trying so hard to hold back, his poor jealous baby. He stepped back for a moment, shoving his sweats down just enough to free his cock before grabbing you and lifting you against the wall, his sensitive tip pressing against your soaked entrance.

Fuck him. Fuck him. Fuck him.

He rubbed his cock against your clit, making your cry out before teasing your entrance again, his teeth grazing your neck, hand squeezing and bruising your ass.

“Has anyone else made a fucking mess all over your bed like I do, soaking your sheets with my cum?”

Bucky’s eyes shamelessly trailed down your body, groaning at your peaked nipples, your furrowed brows, sweet little whimpers you were desperate to hold in, slipping from your lips.

God fuck me- no. Don’t give in. Don’t give in. Don’t give in.

“Tell me you spoilt bratty fucking princess, who’s your fucking daddy baby, whose cum drips out of your pussy”

You needed his cock so fucking badly.

“Not you”

“Really now, not mine, huh baby?”

“No, fuck you-OH FUCK DADDY!” Bucky shoved his cock into you, his thrusts slamming you against the wall, not giving you a moment to adjust, his animalistic pace causing tears to stream down your face, crying from pleasure. “F-fu-ck me daddy!”

“Such a jealous. Needy. Baby. But you’re my jealous baby, aren’t you, huh doll?” Bucky panted, fucking into you, his pace unrelenting, the thought of someone else touching what was his, his doll, his girl, his everything made him feral.

“You’re mine. You’re mine. You’re mine” Bucky snarled against your neck, biting down onto your skin, as you clawed at his back, sobbing as he fucked you harder, possessiveness surging through him. “Mine to fuck, mine to taste, mine to knock up”’

Oh fuck yes.

You clenched around his cock, arousal nearly squirting out of you at the thought of Bucky getting you pregnant, his possessiveness arousing you more.

“O-oh my God, pl-easepleaseplease!”

“You like that, huh baby, you like the thought of daddy putting a baby in you? Can feel you strangling my cock-fuck” Bucky could feel his cock swell, cum ready to bust out of him at the way you clenched around him, your dishevelled appearance making him want to wreck you more. Your ability to think was lost, Bucky’s cock ramming being the only thing you were able to focus on.

“Yesyesyes daddy please-oh fuck please”

Bucky carried you over to his bed, his cock still buried deep in you while he walked over. He laid you down, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist as he fucked you again, his eyes locked with yours, arms wrapped tightly around your body, holding you close to him.

“You still fucking jealous? When you’re all fucking mine?”

You nodded, your mind fried and frazzled; a tinge of jealously lingering, you needed more than him being possessive. You loved him but he didn’t lo-

“Baby I love you. I don’t want anyone else y/n, I want you, I want all of you- fuck, you have no idea sweetheart, I- I want you to have my babies, I love you”

“F-fuck, I-I love you!” You whimpered, the combination of Bucky’s confession and pleasure overwhelming you, tight pressure building in your lower belly. Your high pitched whines made Bucky groan, his hand snaking between your bodies to play with your clit, your orgasm crashing over you without warning as soon as his fingers touched you.

“DADDYYY”

“You’re gonna make me a daddy baby, don’t worry, take my cum babygirl, take daddy’s fucking cum, gonna give you all my babies, TAKE MY CUM FUCKKK” Bucky moaned into your neck, nearly crying as he came, your tight walls sucking and squeezing him deeper. The tip of his cock rubbed right against that spongy spot perfectly, spilling cum deep inside you.

“You’re mine y/n” Bucky panted, pressing sloppy kisses all over your face, his eyes closed, body utterly drained. “I love you”

“I love you” You slurred, too fucked out to open your eyes, snuggling into Bucky hold as he caressed your body, pulling the sheets to cover you both.

“I love you more princess”

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theconstantsidekick · 3 years

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Power Broker (7) | b.b

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader, Past Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader, OC x Stark!Reader (brief)

Genre: Fluff with a touch of angst.

Summary: Bucky breaks out Zemo. Sam suggests they need help handling him, seeing as he can push Bucky’s buttons unlike anyone else. So they go to the only person who can handle both Bucky and Zemo, the only Stark left in the Superhero business… well kind of. Only problem is, she seems reluctant.

Warnings: Swearing, definitely.

a/n: These are snippets of scenes that introduce y/n into the story as a character without making drastic changes. The plot points remain mostly same as they take place in The Falcon and The Winter Soldier, except that y/n is also a main character with them. The rest of the MCU events stay the same as well. No drastic retcons. The reader is not only a Stark but also enhanced. Thanks for you support. And oh, I guess the tag list is open?

sidenote: this really is a method I use to calm myself down from a panic attack.

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“You okay?” Bucky asks Sam, when he finally sits down after getting off the phone with Torres.

He’s sitting diagonal to Sam, with Y/n in front of him, who he notices keeps looking down where Bucky’s cleaning his left palm with his handkerchief.

“Yeah,” Sam breathes out. “Just thinking about all the shit Sharon had to go through. And Nagel referring to the American test subject like Isaiah wasn't even a real person.” Sam sits up straight and turns over to look at Bucky, fury evident in his voice. “Just makes me wonder how many people have to get steamrolled to make way for this hunk of metal.”

“Well, it depends on who you ask. That hunk of metal saved a lot of lives.” Bucky argues.

“Yeah, I get that. All right,” Sam concedes. “Maybe I made a mistake.”

There’s a determination in his voice, Bucky can’t yet place.

“You did,” Bucky agrees.

“Yeah. Maybe I shouldn't have put it in a museum. Maybe I should have destroyed it.”

Ah, there it is.

Bucky looks back at him, his voice is soft when he says, “Look, that shield represents a lotta things to a lotta people, including me.” He leans forward, turning to face him, “The world is upside down, and we need a new Cap, and it ain't gonna be Walker. So before you go and destroy it, I'm gonna take it from him myself.”

“Besides,” Y/n finally chimes in, both men turn to look at her, “You can’t kill a symbol, Sam. Most you can do... is wear it.”

Sam’s phone begins ringing, he picks it up as Zemo walks over with a plate full of…? Who knows? Poisoned biscuits probably. He takes a seat behind Bucky, their backs facing each other.

“Yeah. Yeah. Okay. Thanks. Good work,” Sam says into the phone, presumably to Torres. “They found Madani... Dead. She died in Riga, a city near the Baltic Sea,” He informs the group in front of him.

“I have a place we can go,” Zemo suggests. “I, for one, am looking forward to coming face to face with Karli.” That doesn’t sound fucking ominous at all. “Oeznik, we're changing the course,” Zemo calls out.

Eventually, they all settle in for the night. Each grabbing one corner of the fuselage for themselves.

But sleep is a precious commodity for people like Bucky. It should be sold in tiny little boxes at the jewelry store along with diamonds. At least then maybe Bucky could probably afford some.

He wakes up gasping, unable to breathe, almost choking. Everything around him is hazy except the faint voice that pulled him out of the slumber to begin with.

“James?” The voice calls out, but Bucky can’t fucking focus. There isn’t enough oxygen going into his brain. He isn’t even sure he’s fully awake yet because it kinda sounds like his maa’s calling him, like she did when he and Steve were kids. Nobody calls him ‘James’ anymore… right?

“James?” The voice is louder this time, more urgent. Bucky wants to go to it, see who the fuck actually gives enough of a shit about him to sound so damn worried. “Come back to me, James?”

Y/n.

His eyes fly open, he’s still disoriented and the world still feels like a dream. But he can see Y/n kneeling in front of him, so it really can’t be a dream. Bucky doesn’t have such fucking pretty dreams anymore.

“There you are, sunshine,” She coos at him. Her voice is hushed and so very soft. “Can you do me a solid and breathe with me?”

Bucky can’t really understand much at the moment but he trusts her, so he nods. And begins breathing in tandem with her. He inhales and exhales heavily a couple of times, coming back to enough of his senses to realize that he's holding her hand. She doesn’t seem to mind though. Instead she’s running soothing circles with her thumb over the back of his hand. And again he’d blame faulty wiring for the feeling of electricity coursing through every inch of contact their skins are making, but it’s not his damn left hand.

“Can you hear me better now?” She asks.

He nods an assent.

“Good, that’s good. Just listen to my voice okay? Focus on my voice and keep breathing. Can you do that for me, sunshine?” She asks gently.

Bucky nods again.

She smiles a small adorable smile and begins, “Rehabilitated? Well, now let me see. You know, I don't have any idea what that means,” She recites. “I know what you think it means, sonny. To me it's just a made up word. A politician's word, so young fellas like yourself can wear a suit and a tie, and have a job. What do you really want to know? Am I sorry for what I did?” She leans over and carefully wipes away the thin layer of sweat that was coating Bucky’s forehead with her hand, as she continues, “There's not a day goes by I don't feel regret. Not because I'm in here, or because you think I should. I look back on the way I was then: a young, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime. I want to talk to him. I want to try and talk some sense to him, tell him the way things are. But I can't.” She pushes his hair back with one hand, still rubbing small circles on his hand with her thumb, with the other. Bucky’s not even sure she knows she’s doing it. “That kid's long gone and this old man is all that's left. I got to live with that. Rehabilitated? It's just a bullshit word. So you go on and stamp your form, sonny, and stop wasting my time. Because to tell you the truth, I don't give a shit,” She completes.

Bucky realizes he’s breathing much easier now. His vision is fully restored and he’s painfully aware of Y/n crouching in front of him on her knees.

“Feel better?’ She asks, a kind smile on her face.

“Yeah,” Bucky chokes out. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it,” she dismisses easily.

“I’m sor—”

“—Are you really about to apologize for having a nightmare?” She cocks her eyebrow, her voice coated in annoyance.

“I just—”

“—Fuck off,” she throws back.

“Sor—” He’s cut off by the glare she throws her way. “Fine, what would you like, then?” He asks, completely lost.

“My hand back…”

Well, fuck.

He’s still holding her hand… Bucky is still holding her fucking hand… and he doesn’t let go even after she asks for it… He looks down at their hands and then looks back up at her. And yet, does not let go. Oh how he wishes it could’ve been the left one so he could’ve claimed innocence, blaming it on Shuri’s equipment.

Let go, you fucking creep! He scolds himself.

“I kinda need it to go get you some water, that’s all,” she explains patiently. Bucky looks down at their joined hands again, and still doesn’t let go. He can’t put his finger on why. “I’ll be right back, I promise,” she swears genuinely.

And the moment he hears those words, he relaxes and lets go easily.

Well fuck times two.

She makes her way over to the cockpit, picking up two water bottles from the broken fridge and walking right back to him. She urges him to shift a bit and sits down on the extended seat next to him.

“Drink up, cowboy,” she gives him a bottle while setting the other down on the seat between them. “It’ll help.”

When the first drop of water touches his lips he realizes he was parched all along. He chugs more than half the bottle in one go before she interrupts, “Eaasyyy, cowboy. Easy," she says brushing a gentle arm over his shoulder. He looks over at her. “Go slower. You’re taking all the romance out of it,” she suggests, laughing at her own joke.

He’d laugh too, but he just had a gut-wrenching nightmare. So excuse him.

He finishes the rest of the bottle, putting it down on the floor. They both settle into their seats. He looks over at her and finally it clicks, “Did you— did you just quote Shawshank Redemption at me to calm me down?” He asks, incredulous.

“Maybe…” She replies slyly, her lips curling up at the edges.

“Wha—And I say this with the utmost respect, but what the fuck?” He asks.

And she breaks out laughing. Bucky decides then and there, flying over the Caspian Sea, that he would fight wars to hear that sound again.

“It’s just something I do for myself, you know? To get out of my head, when I’m about to get caught in it…” she speaks in whispers, with a calmness not often associated with nightmares and panic attacks. He can’t help but admire the sight in front of him. The sun’s beginning to rise and the soft rays of the sun filtering in along with the dimmed lights of the cabin makes her look almost angelic.

There’s a silence between them. It’s comfortable but he doesn’t mind it when she breaks it.

“How did you even know it was Shawshank Redemption?” She asks suddenly.

What is it with people thinking Bucky’s fucking illiterate?

“I read it,” he defends.

“With all the rest of Stephen King’s collection, of course.” She nods in understanding.

“Who told you that?”

“You just did,” she says looking at him, a smile finally breaking out on his face, “nerd.”

Bucky chuckles, “Come on, he writes good stuff, alright?” He defends himself.

“And a lot!” She throws back. “And I mean, a lot, a lot. That like, at least 50 books.”

“62,” He corrects her. “And well, not much else to do when you can’t sleep you know?”

“Touché,” she agrees with an understanding in her voice that only comes from experience. “Kinda how I ended up with a law degree,” she adds after a pause, almost to herself.

“About that,” Bucky begins, but is cut off by her yawn. She mumbles out a hushed apology, looking embarrassed. “Oh shit, we can do this later, you should get some sleep.” He feels like an ass.

“No, no. Come on, ask whatever you were going to—”

“It can wait. I woke you up—”

“You didn’t—”

He barrels on “—and now I’m keeping you up.”

“I wasn’t exactly having the most peaceful sleep, alright? This is much better than whatever twisted scenario my brain had cooked up... “ she says with a hint of resentment in her eyes. “Besides, I don’t want to miss this…”

Bucky has no fucking clue if she means the sunrise or this conversation because she’s looking at him and he’s looking back at her and the world is fading away.

Until she says, “Ask away, Sarge.” She pushes herself back to the edge of the seat, resting her back on the wall. She takes off her boots, and pulls her legs up, folding them halfway and rests her arms over her knees. Her feet brush over the leg Bucky has folded up sideways on the seat while the other one remains hanging off. He cherishes the small intimacy of the touch.

“Where’d you go?” She asks, her head tilting to follow his gaze.

He looks up at her, “Nowhere,” he dismisses.

“You’ve got me on the edge of my seat here. What’s the damn question?

He chuckles softly, “Oh, nothing big. Just… Did you really get my pardon..?”

She shrugs in response, “I am technically the official lawyer for the Avengers.”

“What?” Nobody told him about that!

“Oh yeah, you wouldn’t know, I guess,” she smiles. “Well, I was Tony’s lawyer, but then I made a deal with Fury to work with Shield and then Washington happened, then the accords and somehow I ended up becoming the whole team’s lawyer.”

“You could’ve told me before,” Bucky says, desperately trying to convey his gratitude. “I didn’t even know it was you. I thought it was Sam pulling strings for me. Least I could’ve done is get you flowers or something.”

She chuckles, “I ain’t dead yet. And I like tulips.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He will.

“Like I said, it all got too much. I just wanted to get things settled and done away with as soon as possible, without much human interaction. I wasn’t coping very well with the whole thing... Morgan was the only person I talked to... I’m sorry.”

“No, no!” He rushes to console her. “I’d just like to have expressed my thanks before, is all. You must be pretty damn good at your job to get a former assassin for Hydra off scot free.”

“Umm… but it wasn’t scot free though, was it?” She asks rhetorically with a cheeky smile.

“Wait… the therapy? That was you?” He asks with disbelief washing over his face. He’s jumped up from his seat and is sitting straighter now.

“Shh!” She shushes him.

“Don’t shush me!” He whisper yells back at her.

She chortles and then, “I thought it would be good for you.”

The honesty of her words, makes him relax and fall back in his seat, “It is… sometimes.”

She smiles, “That’s better than none of the time…”

Bucky hums in agreement.

Another silence falls over them, just as comfortable as the previous one. She’s looking out the window and he’s looking at her. He doesn’t want to break it but he wants to know her.

So he asks, “Is that what you wanted to be?”

She looks back at him, confused.

“You said the hero gig wasn’t for you… Did you want to be a lawyer?”

“Well, not exactly. It was kind of an impulse decision taken cause of boredom.”

“Boredom?” He repeats the word, hoping to understand how someone can become a lawyer because of boredom. He doesn’t. He chooses to ask, “Care to explain?”

“Alright,” she takes a deep breath, sitting up straighter, “I had a shit time sleeping, and Tony—that overachieving asshat—had just gotten into MIT. He was a teenager now, and thought that made him ‘too cool’ to hang out with me.” Her voice is drenched in sarcasm and mock offence but adoration, evident. She even uses fucking air quotes. Bucky can’t help but smile. “So with nothing better to do after having finally stepped out into the public as Tony’s adopted sister, I went and got a law degree.”

“There a reason you specifically picked law? He asks, genuinely curious.

“Of course there was; Anthony Edward Stark!” She exclaims. He has to reach over and cup her mouth to stop her yelling from waking up Zemo and Sam. The moment he realizes what he’s done he’s about to apologize. But she continues undeterred, simply pulling his hand off gently and adding, “That kid had a fucking neon sign over his head, the size of Ohio, just screaming, ‘Litigation’.”

“He was a troublemaker since the beginning, I take it?” He asks, laughing.

“Oh, If we had to hire him a legal team, he’d never have become a millionaire, let alone a billionaire.”

Her face is lit up so bright, Bucky thinks he might need to invest in some really good quality sunglasses if he wants to keep seeing her smile like that. And oh boy, does he want to keep seeing her smile like that!

“Couldn’t have been that bad,” Bucky ventures.

“No,” she says, “it was worse.”

Bucky snorts in disbelief.

“You don’t believe me?” She asks rhetorically, before crossing her legs over one another and moving closer to him. “21st birthday. He can legally drink now, like that had ever stopped him before. But anyway, he’s not only drunk off his damn rocker but higher than the Empire State building, alright? It’s like 3 am in the morning and he stumbles out of the club, leaving behind the most extravagant party of that year, cause the young genius is craving a fucking donut.” Her hands are moving around in animated motions and Bucky has never been this captivated by anything before. “The nearest 24 hour Dunkin’ Donuts is about a 20 minute ride away. Now, the kid might be hungry but he isn’t suicidal. So his brilliant mind supplies him with the most Stark solution there is.”

“Which is?” Bucky urges.

“Breaking into the local convenience store two blocks away from the club, and make the damn donuts himself,” she deadpans. And Bucky can’t help but fucking giggle. “Oh you laugh now but the police did not find it funny at all.”

“Where were you when this was happening?” He asks in between his chuckles.

“Right behind him screaming instructions at him on how to pick a lock,” she replies plainly. “Why do you think they called the police?”

Fuck! Bucky can’t hold it, he breaks out into a hearty laugh, doubling over..

“Will you two quit your giggling?” Sam chides from behind them. They both hush each other but can’t stop their laughter. “Us regular folk need sleep!”

He doesn’t really get any though. Cause the two of them spend the rest of the flight telling each other stories from their childhood. Their giggles even manage to wake up Zemo by the end.

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wolfs-hunt1 · 4 years

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Shirtless

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: Bucky likes to practice shirtless, and reader has a good view.

Word count: 486

Warnings:fluff

A/N: HBC Back To School Week! And Happy Character day! @the-ss-horniest-book-club. AU set in modern days with 40′ boys. Steve is studying art, Bucky is the school's jock, and you’re all best friends.

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Being best friends with the tall, dark, and handsome school jock had its perks. No one bothered you in the hallways, you were invited to more parties than you could even attend, and you always had a good view when he was practicing.

You were seated at the stands with Steve, sketching away in the corner of his school book, while Bucky was running across the field, shirt long since discarded in his bag at your feet. The three of you had the entire afternoon free, so Bucky had invited his best friends to go out for ice cream after he was done with practice. So you and Steve agreed to stay and watch him practice, while you waited.

Steve would occasionally tease you for ogling Bucky, but after a few jabs on his ribs, he would just chuckle and get back to drawing. You tried to get back to the book you were reading, but after noticing you were in the same sentence for a while you gave up. You looked back at Bucky to see him slow down his pace and drop to the floor, doing some sets of push-ups before starting with some jumping jacks.

Once he finished he started to slowly walk towards you. The sun was bathing him, the light spilling on the sides giving him an ethereal glow, highlighting every sweat droplet slowly sliding down his muscular chest. He stopped in front of you, reaching for his water bottle, eyes never leaving yours while he took greedy mouthfuls of the cool liked, his Adam's apple bobbing with each gulp, hypnotizing you to its movements and making you lose sense of your surroundings.

You are only brought back when Steve jabs you in the arm, making you aware that they have both been calling your name for a while now. "Wha-what? Sorry…" you stammer, retreating from your reverie of Bucky's body. A blush covering your cheeks.

"I was saying, doll, that I'm gonna hit the showers and then we're ready to go for ice cream." you nod while he moves to grab his bag and go to the locker room. Once he's out of sight Steve cackles, grabbing his sides and laying sideways on the bench while laughing so hard he was almost crying.

"You should see your face! It's so red!" you push him half-heartedly, grabbing your book and storing them into your bag.

"It's too hot, and the sun is burning me…" you try to excuse.

"So the fact that you're drooling has nothing to do with Buck?" he teases.

"Shut up…" you can feel your cheeks burning hotter after that comment. "I wasn't drooling."

You two make your way to the front of the school gates, waiting for Bucky so that you can go get your frozen treat. Maybe then you could cool down the heat you could feel all over your body thanks to a certain jock.

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l4verq · 3 years

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bedtime | b.b

bucky barnes x reader

he finally comes home :)

warnings : flufff, a tinge of smut🌚🌝

fic : one shot

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he knows he’ll hear it, walking up to the door.

muffled babbles and sounds.

he also knows what he’ll find when he unlocks that door.

you sprawled on the couch, barely awake infront of the blaring tv screen.

and tonight’s no different.

you’re laid across, eyes closed, curled up with a blanket.

oh how he hates coming home late, especially when he had you to come to.

he pads softly towards you, careful not to make much noise.

but you’re already stirring, eyes slowly fluttering open.

“hey, sleepyhead.” he squats down, facing you.

you rub your eyes, letting out a small yawn and he can’t help but smile.

to say he was whipped was an understatement.

“i thought i told you to not wait up for me.” he mumbles, adjusting the woollen blanket over your body.

“i couldn’t fall asleep without you.” you croak, eyes adjusting to the flickering tv screen.

he chuckles, “you were completely knocked out just a minute ago.”

“i was resting my eyes.”

“yea, after watching that movie for the 15th time, I would too.”

you squint your eyes at him, “i’m not gonna hear any slander about my comfort film.”

he holds up his palms in defeat, chuckling.

he’d been gone for three days in madripoor and every night without him had been just downright torture.

the calls and texts helped but nothing could beat having his arms around you, lulling you to sleep.

“c’mon, s’ bedtime.” he taps your hand as he notices your drooping eyes.

you shake your head, “i’m not sleepy.”

you finally had him back so there was no way you’d sleep instead of spending time with him.

and he knows that too.

“your eyes are half shut right now.” he scoffs, intertwining his hand in yours.

you immediately widen your eyes, “sleep is for the weak.”

he laughs, leaning in for a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

“how’d it go?” you giggle at his ticklish stubble grazing your face.

“awful. i missed u,” a peck on your lips, “so much.”

two years of dating and he still had you blushing whenever he did that.

“me,” a peck on his lips, “too.”

he lazily gets up, holding out his hands towards you.

“c’mon, you’re gonna freeze here.” he claps his hands, ushering you to get up.

you grudgingly hold out your hands.

lifting you up, you can tell he’s straining a little by the tight lipped grimace on his face.

your hands slink around his neck, “did you get hurt?”

he adjusts his grip on your body, bouncing you.

“s’ no big deal.” he gives a reassuring smile that doesn’t really assure you that much.

“yes, it is. put me down, i can walk.” you wiggle your legs, trying to get off his arms.

“i’m a supersoldier.” he says, flatly and proceeds towards the bedroom.

“who’s made of flesh.” you remind him, swinging your legs.

“and i love carrying you around.”

ok, you couldn’t really argue with that.

probably cause you were thinking about his right hand just a few inches below your frilly shorts that barely covered your ass.

he pushes the door open with his shoulder, leading you to the bed, gently placing you down.

you prop your head on your hand, elbow resting on the pillow cause you know what’s coming.

he always slept shirtless so watching him remove his shirt was just one of the many perks of dating him.

the way he did it was just so... different.

it was a quick one handed swipe over the head with his glinting vibranium arm.

and if that wasn’t enough, the rough tug he did at the belt on his jeans had you pressing your thighs together, a dull ache building at your core.

“you’re staring.” he smirks, letting the belt fall to the floor.

“i’m just observing.”

and what a sight it was.

you decide it’s only fair to pay him back for it.

so you part your legs, propping them up on your feet, looking straight at him with lustful eyes.

he does a double take as he pulls off a sock.

“you’re staring.” you quip while he saunters over, a playful glint in his eyes.

he grabs your ankles, pulling you to the edge of the bed, making you giggle.

“hard not to when you’re in these shorts.” he mumbles, kisses trailing up your right leg.

he kneels once he reaches your thigh, swinging it over his shoulder, hand on the side to support it.

his mouth grazes just along your inner thigh, hot breath fanning over your clothed core.

a small whimper escapes your lips as your hands snake into his hair, tugging slightly.

“so it’s best if we get rid of it.”

his hands travel to the waistband, fingers curled in, tugging it down.

you shimmy out of it hastily as he pulls it down, flings it over his shoulder, leaving you in your panties.

he spreads your thighs apart again, swinging both legs over each shoulder as he pulls you closer.

his hungry eyes rake over the pooling wetness on your soaked panties making you clench in anticipation.

you shiver slightly as his vibranium arm tinkers up, fore fingers resting on your inner thigh while his thumb ghosts over your core.

“so wet for me.” he groans, thumb now rubbing small circles on the drenched lace.

“baby- -” you mewl, hands grasping at the bedsheets, back arching off the mattress.

his thumb trails to the border between flesh and cloth, hooking it in.

you slightly jolt at the contact, biting down a moan.

“so fucking pretty.” he rasps, thumb dragging your panties to the side, exposing the glistening pink flesh.

you buck your hips up, desperate for his touch, his lips, anything at this point.

a/n : this one’s been just sitting in my drafts lol idk how i feel about it :/ BUT OMG DID YALL WATCH EP 4 BC jsjsbxysjasisu 🏃🏻‍♀️💨‼️

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buckysmischief · 4 years

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The Client - 7

Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: language? i can’t remember but i wouldn't doubt it

AN: y'all deserve some flufff and good stuff

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aquaticalay · 5 years

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Three Months (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: Bucky has been carrying around an engagement ring for three months, waiting for the right time to ask the big question, but he always backs out the last second because of his nerves, until one day, he gets hurt on a mission.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning(s): none

Genre: PUREEEEE FLUFFF

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40. “You’re an idiot.” “Yeah, your idiot.”

46. “You gotta stop doing that.” “Doing what?” “Doing things that make me wanna kiss you.”

Bucky had gotten an engagement ring three months ago. It was a simple rose gold ring, with a diamond perched on top of it. He knew you’d love it. He had been excited when he first made the purchase. Of course, how could he not be? He was going to ask you, the love of his life, to spend the rest of your life with him! But as time passed, he became more and more anxious. What if you weren’t ready? What if you said ‘no’?

What if…

All the possibilities ran through his mind.

He didn’t even know how he would propose. He wanted to ask his Steve for advice, since he was his best friend, but then he remembered that Steve didn’t know shit. The man was basically married to his country. Then Bucky wanted to ask Tony for advice, since he had already proposed to Pepper, but then he realized Tony was a billionaire and could pay for the things Bucky couldn’t. Besides, he knew you wouldn’t want something expensive or over-the-top. He also wanted to ask Scott for advice, since he had been married before, but then he realized, he was divorced, and it probably wasn’t a the best idea to seek proposal advice from a guy whose marriage didn’t last. He decided to ask Clint. He seemed to have a happy marriage.

After target practice in the Avengers Compound’s shooting range, Bucky knocked on Clin’t quaters.

"Come in,” he heard Clint’s muffled voice from the other side of the door.

Bucky pushed the door open, greeted by Clint, who was lazily slumped on his one-seater couch, reading a book.

“What’s up, Buck?” He greeted, setting his book down on the coffee table in front of him.

“Hey, man,” Bucky said, sitting on a chair across from Clint, “I need advice.”

Clint raised his eyebrows, “You’re basically a legendary asassin, man. I don’t think you need advice-”

“It’s not about work,” Bucky cut him off abruptly, “It’s more… personal.”

Clint gave him a look that said, go on.

“How do I propose to (Y/n)?” He asked.

Clint’s eyes widened in excitement for his friend. “It’s about time,” he chuckled. “Look, just make it simple. There’s no wrong way to pop the question, but make it meaningful. Don’t sweat it.”

“What if she says no?” Bucky asked nervously. He had to prepare for the worst.

“Are you kidding me?” Clint said, “She’s head over heels for you, of course she’ll say yes.”

Bucky took Clint’s words to the heart. He made it his encouragement and motivation.

Soon after the conversation ended, he made a detailed and intricate plan, making sure he left minimal room for error. With Tony’s help, he had made a reservation at a fancy upscale restaurant in New York.

When the day came, he was a nervous wreck.

Being an avenger, he had encountered countless life-threatening situations, but none of it managed to make him as nervous as the thought of asking you to marry him.

He had taken you to the restaurant, you sitting across from him.

“Bucky?” You asked worriedly, “what’s wrong, baby?”

He gave you a weak, nervous smile, “what makes you think something’s wrong?”

“You’re being quiet,” you pointed out.

“I just have things on my mind, doll,” he said.

“What things?” You asked curiously.

“Work,” he answered. Dammit, he mentally cursed.

That night, because of his nerves, he backed out.

After that, he set up another plan, a picnic at the park. It was under a shady tree, decorated with ribbons and flowers. It was romantically foolproof; or so he thought.

He had dragged you by the hand to the park, and you had gasped when you saw the beautiful picnic spot.

“What’s the special occasion?” You asked.

Bucky nervously shrugged, “Can’t I show my girl how much I love her?”

You smiled from ear to ear and sat down on the blanket. He was about to pull the velvet box from his back pocket, but he slid it back in the last second, negative thoughts running through his head. For the second time, he backed out from.

He constructed yet another plan.

He planned an outdoor movie night, decorated beautifully with rose petals and fairy lights. You loved it. It was beautiful and you spent the night watching your favorite movies. At the strike of midnight, he was about to ask you, but he backed out again, not wanting to ruin such a perfect moment.

Now, he has been carrying the ring in his pocket for three months, and each day it grew heavier in his back pocket as he grew more and more anxious.

Today, however, he had a mission with you. It was a simple mission, something you had done a thousand times together.

Your mission was to collect data from the servers in a covert terrorist base. It was not a violent mission. No expected fights or shootouts. Just intel.

There were two buildings, therefore two servers. Bucky was assigned to the server on the south building, while you were assigned to the server on the north.

You got in, got what you needed, and out pretty quickly. You met with Nat at the rendezvous point, who was piloting the mission, keeping the quinjet’s engine running in the unexpected case of emergency extraction.

When you arrived at the quinjet after successfully completing your mission, Bucky was not there.

“Hey,” you greeted Nat, a little out of breath.

“How did it go?” Natasha asked, turning towards you.

“Piece of cake,” you breathed, cracking a playful smile. You tossed her the flash drive with all the information you needed, and she caught it perfectly in mid air.

“Buck,” you said to the comms, “I’m out. Where are you?”

“On my way- Shit!” He cursed through the comms. Suddenly, you heard sirens blaring on the other end of the line, “I triggered the alarm!”

You stood up, “Hold on, Buck, I’m coming,” you said.

“No!” He exclaimed, “stay put, I got this.”

“Are you sure?” You asked again, worry seeping into your voice. You could faintly hear gunshots in the background.

“I’m sure- shit!” He hissed in pain.

“Buck!” You shouted. You didn’t hear a reply, but you did hear clear gunshots. After a while, you heard him say, “I took care of them. I’m five minutes away from the rendezvous point.”

“Hurry,” you whispered, just enough for him to to hear.

A few minutes later, he showed up and got in quinjet weakly, his metal hand clutching his right shoulder.

Natasha asked, “all clear?”

“Clear,” Bucky replied. With that, Nat closed the quinjet hatch, and took off, while Bucky crashed into your arms.

“Buck?” You asked, “are you oka- oh, no…”

“What’s going on back there?” Natasha asked. “Bucky’s hit,” you said.

Bucky’s shoulder, that he had previously covered with his metal arm, was bleeding.

You sat him down on the bench to get a better view of the wound, and it became clear that it was a gunshot wound.

“Jesus, baby,” you hissed, taking your towel and applying pressure to the bullet wound, “why didn’t you say anything on the comms?”

Bucky smiled weakly, “I didn’t want you to worry.”

“Screw you, James!” You exclaimed, “you’re an idiot!”

Bucky placed his metal arm on your hip affectionately, “yeah, your idiot.”

You tried to ignore his remark, but can’t help but let a small grin form on your face.

“Nat,” you called, “how much longer until we get there?”

“20 minutes. 15 if we really push it,” she answered.

“He’s bleeding out real bad,” you said, “I think he’s shot in the brachial artery, you need to push it.”

“Will do,” Nat replied, “Hold on, Barnes.”

“Things don’t look so good?” Bucky asked weakly.

“I don’t know,” you answered honestly, “If you were a normal human being, things might go bad, but you’re a supersoldier,” you breathed, keeping the pressure on his wound steady, “I don’t know.”

“Hey,” he said, “can you get me my duffel bag?” He pointed to a bag resting a few inches fron your feet.

“Whatever’s in that bag, it can wait,” you said.

Bucky shook his head, “no, it can’t,” he said stubbornly.

“Buck-”

“Please, doll. I need to do this,” he breathed.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “do what?”

“Just get me the bag,” he insisted, and you finally complied, using one hand to apply pressure on the gunshot wound, the other to grab the duffel bag and place it on the bench next to him.

He unzipped the bag with his metal arm and fumbled with the contents for a while. “Where is it, where is it…” he mumbled under his breath.

“Where is what?” You asked, distressed.

Finally, get got his hands on the velvet box and he brought it out.

Your eyes widened, “Buck…”

“(Y/n) (L/n),” he started, “you’re the love of my life. And I’m bleeding out. I’m going to do this if it’s the last thing I do,” he weakly smiled and flipped the box open, revealing the small, rose gold diamond ring, “will you marry me?”

You smiled, choking back laughter, “you had to wait until you got shot, did you?”

Tears spilled from your eyes, happy tears.

Bucky chuckled, trying to ignore the pain searing from his wound, “so, what do you say?”

“Yes,” you said, looking into his blue-grey eyes.

“Oh thank god,” Bucky laughed, and his laughter was contagious. You slipped the ring on your finger, as he cupped your cheek with his metal arm, he pulled you in and kissed you gently.

“Congrats, you two!” Natasha said from the pilot seat.

Nat had flew Bucky into the medical bay, where Dr. Cho had already been alerted and is ready for surgery.

A few exhausting hours later, Bucky woke up from the anesthesia. You were right there when he woke up.

“(Y/n)?” He called. You smiled and took his hand, “I’m here, baby.”

He looked down at your hand and saw the ring glistening beautifully on your finger, “I can’t believe I finally did it,” he confessed, “I had that in my back pocket for three months.”

“Three months?” You asked incredulously, “what took you so long?”

“I’m just scared you’ll say no,” he said.

“I love you, Bucky,” you said, “I couldn’t say no even if the world told me to.”

Bucky chuckled, “You gotta stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Doing things that make me want to kiss you,” he said, “you know, being so romantic and all that shit.”

You sighed, kissing his forehead, “I’m lucky to have you, Mr. Barnes.”

“And I you, future Mrs. Barnes.”

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catholicdaredevil · 6 years

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Dating Bucky Barnes would include (Bucky x Gender Neutral!Reader)

Hey so I’ve been super busy with tons of things and I apologize for not being more active in my writing. I’m gonna try and post more fics and hcs and literally just everything for you guys and I appreciate the patience! In the meantime if you have any requests please please send them in! As well as HUGE thanks to Gigi for helping me so much with this! I wrote it at like 5 am last night on some sleeping meds sent it to her and went to sleep and she helped me workshop the whole thing. Make sure to check her out and her writing cause she’s so talented!!! Okay enough from me here we go!

Word count: 867

Warnings: Some nsfw themes nothing super detailed and flufff and what should be a gender neutral reader (I say should cause I fuck up a lot y’all)

Dating Bucky would include…

let’s just be real we all know it

bucky barnes loves having his hair braided and played with

he loves having long hair and feeling your fingers card through it as you either braid or tug or even just massage his scalp

but he wouldn’t let you play with his hair at first

cause post winter soldier™️ bucky is scared of touch for so long

cause he hasn’t been touched in a non violent way in what seems like forever

it’s not all that he doesn’t think he can control himself, he’s pretty confident in that these days for the most part

it’s just… uncomfortable

it almost feels unnatural

he doesn’t understand how casually the rest of the team touch each other

he’s constantly left questioning it when he sees nat and clint high five or peter and tony hug (even awkwardly)

until you come along and for the first time in a long time

he WANTS to touch

he’s not so sure on the being touched just yet

but he wants to feel goosebumps pop up on your arm as he trails his fingers along the curves of your muscles

he wants to see if your hair is actually as soft as it looks

(and if so ask what you use with it because I genuinely think bucky has like a bajillion hair products and always smells kinda coconutty)

he finds himself sitting so that your legs are touching, even just barely brushing

and his heart is racing excitedly

it feels normal, good, comfortable

then it moves on to him accidentally touching your hand when he gives you the remote

or putting his hand on the small of your back and he squeezes behind you in the crowded kitchen

and he’s constantly thrilled by it

but he doesn’t realize just how great it is until you start touching him back

you guys are talking about your last mission and he mentions something funny and you hold onto his arm as you laugh

outwardly he looks completely normal but he’s processing a million different things and emotions

and he realizes it feels so fucking warm where your hand is and he’s over the moon

after that he would touch you every chance he got

he would be so cuddly since then though his body always touching yours somehow

sometimes just even because he could

him calling you nicknames constantly

like to the point where hearing your real name come out of his mouth sometimes scared you

DOM! BUCKY

can I please just take a moment to say… he would hate it when you rolled your eyes at him

but like in a sexy way

like he would get all serious and his voice would get so deep and he’d warn you not to do it again

and of course you would

and the next thing you knew he had you over his shoulder storming back to your room where y’all would do some sinful things

or he’d pin you up against a wall and growl in your ear that you shouldn’t be allowed to look that good

he’d be able to hold both your wrists together in one of his hands

uuuuuuuuuugh

hickies

that’s all I need to say realistically but I will take to my grave that bucky loves to see the marks he makes on your neck or collar bones or even (lord help me) your thighs

but also please give it up for

SUB! BUCKY

bucky who whines and pleads to cum

bucky who likes being able to not have to control things

who sits on his hands so he won’t move to touch you

he loves seeing you in control, in power

so to make a long story short basically just

switch! bucky

he would be so misguidedly romantic like in terms of modern day stereotypical romance

like most guys would be like ‘hey here's flowers, pretty like you!1!’

which is what he did in the 40’s but he’s so unsure now

so instead he’s much simpler

like bucky comes into the kitchen all sweaty from a run (im talkin miiiiiles) and he comes up and kisses your forehead and is like

‘hey i was out running, as y’know, and I saw this rock and it made me think of you. it’s like super cool and shiny and doesn’t look like any other rock.’

and he just shrugs and hands it to you cause he’s not even trying to be romantic he genuinely thought it was a cool fucking rock

meanwhile sam is sitting at the table flabbergasted that bucky barnes just handed you a rock and to make things worse for him

you just grin excitement in your eyes and you kiss him so sweetly

and sam cannot BELIEVE he just saw a hundred year old man finesse with a rock

bucky would be the most understanding loyal boyfriend (puppy barnes?)

he would support everything you do

he would always tell you to shoot for the stars and to follow your dreams and of course you could do/be whatever you wanted

and y’all I just love bucky barnes with my whole heart and soul

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bucky-at-bedtime · 6 years

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Only Human

Hi! This is the first fic I’m posting on Tumblr. It’s a Bucky Barnes oneshot wherein the reader gets injured during a mission and Bucky doesn’t deal with it very well. End with flufff. I plan to write more fics so send me prompts!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (avenger!reader)

Warnings: Cussing, angst, and fluff!

Words: 1043

You were never the most coordinated human being. You remembered the first time you broke a bone - your 12th birthday. Somehow you had managed to fall off of a hammock - hardly 3 feet from the ground - and landed badly on your shoulder, breaking your collarbone. Sure, you had broken other bones since then, in other stupid ways, but you never forgot that one - the excruciating pain, hearing your own wailing as your mum rushed to help you and the tears you couldn’t seem to hold back. You couldn’t move your own arm and every bump she drove over on the way to the hospital managed to jostle your shoulder in a new way, sending waves of pain across your collarbone.

Today you remembered that pain more than ever. You found yourself squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to keep the tears at bay as Steve helped you limp towards the Quinjet. Your arm was thrown over his shoulder and with each step, your ankle screamed in protest. You hissed out a couple of swears as you reached the ramp and practically threw yourself into a seat.

“I think it’s broken” Steve murmured and you heard yourself let out a chuckle because of course it was. Being one of the only normal humans on this team really sucked sometimes.

Your eyes were still squeezed shut when Bucky burst into the jet, but he made his entrance known. “(Y/N), are you okay?” his voice was loud and filled with worry as he raced towards you, kneeling in front of you and grabbing your hand.

“I’ll be okay Buck, just a broken ankle” you opened your eyes, hoping to receive some sort of comfort, only to see his change from concerned to angry as he heard your words.

“I told you to head back” he practically growled, letting go of your hand and running his right hand through his hair as he stood. He wasn’t wrong - you were supposed to head back once they discovered there were too many people to fight off but you were stubborn and you really wanted to get the information from the Hydra base.

You take a few shallow breaths, keeping your foot in front of you “we needed the- the information.” You cursed yourself for stuttering.

“And we would’ve gotten it! This isn’t the one and only chance.” he snapped. “You got yourself injured, (y/n)”

“Yeah, I don’t know if you’ve realized, but that happens a lot.” you shot back. “I’m not a fucking super-soldier” the last part was mumbled under your breath but he, being the super-soldier in question, heard you.

“So you need to be more fucking careful!” he yelled.

Steve had moved away to the cockpit, giving you and Bucky some space. He knew Bucky was protective of you and how easily his temper would snap. He was piloting the vehicle back to the Avengers Tower, knowing you needed to get to the med bay.

You attempt to stand up and move away from the enraged man in front of you. Your hands shaking with your anger, but when you tried to take a step, your vision goes blurry from the pain and you find your leg collapsing in on itself.

Bucky catches you just before you fall, his metal arm wrapped around your waist, his body pressed against your own as the inside of the quinjet spins.

“Bucky, stop” you attempt to pull away from his arms even though your body really doesn’t want to. “I’ll be oka-”

“If you say you’ll be okay one more fucking time, I’m gonna lose my goddamn mind, (y/n)”

His anger is suffocating and you press your hands to your head. You were in pain and all wanted to do was yell at you? Couldn’t he see that it was not the time? You look up at him and find your anger overtaking your sensibility as you scowl at him. “What is your problem, James? I’m not dying! We got the information and took down all of the Hydra agents.” you shook your head in disbelief before continuing. “I know you think I’m weak and stupid because I don’t have the same experience as you and Steve but I’m fucking capable, so if you could stop being so condescending, I would really appreciate that”

His arms tightened around you and suddenly his eyes were soft, the sharp blue meeting your own eyes as his brows pulled together.

“I don’t think that.”

“Well what else would you be so goddamn mad about?” you snapped.

All you wanted to do was crawl into bed and take some heavy painkillers so you could sleep for approximately 2 weeks. “Come on Bucky, you refuse to train with me, you always tell me to hang back on missions, you yell at me everytime I get even slightly injured, you-…”

You are unable to finish your list because suddenly, Bucky has pressed his lips onto yours and his flesh hand is pressed against your jaw. His metal arm loosens slightly before running gently down your back and you find yourself standing on one foot. The shock keeps you still, your eyes wide as he pulls away. There’s a small smirk on his face as he watches you react.

“I- I don’t under-” you try to pull your thoughts together as Bucky’s hand continues to caress your back.

“Is this okay?” bucky murmurs, his eyes searching yours for an answer.

You find yourself wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips to his, enthusiastically kissing him back now that you understood what was going on. His metal hand traveled down over your ass, stopping at your thigh and lifting your leg up and around his hip, allowing you to keep any pressure of your broken ankle. Your lips part slightly and he deepens this kiss, his tongue meeting yours as the kiss became more desperate.

Finally, remembering you need to breathe, you pull away, resting your forehead against his and smiling lightly.

“I’m sorry I’m so protective, (y/n)” he mumbles eyes still closed “I’ll try harder”

“And I’ll try to get injured less” you chuckled

He laughs with you, knowing your history of ridiculous injuries “Like that’s gonna happen.”

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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Date Night

18 + Minors dni

college bucky (brothers best friend) x college reader (Steve’s sister) A/N: These two continue to explore, from Untouched to Tongue Twister, now its their first official date! Time for Bucky to find out what your mouth can do. Please comment, reblog and like! <3

Warnings: SMUT, swearing, FLUFFF

Word count: 4.6k

Next part of this au: Tipsy

You sat on the couch, your legs splayed across Bucky’s lap as you typed out an essay you had been working on for over a week. You huffed in frustration with two pages left, still having to go back again to edit. Bucky smiled softly at your grumpy face as you groaned, falling back against the pillows, closing your eyes.

“It’s like it never ends! Ugh, why did I pick a major that involves so much writing?”

Bucky chuckled, closing your laptop and placing it on the floor before moving to lie on top of you, pulling your hand away from your face. Your pouty expression was his favourite, placing little kisses on your nose and all over your cheeks making you giggle.

“Because you’re brilliant at writing,” Bucky grinned as you shook your head, rolling your eyes. “You’ve been working too hard doll, you need to take a break”

“I can’t Buck, this thing is due next week and I still have so much editing to do” Truthfully, you had been overworking yourself; you were hardly able to spend any time with him since the last time, putting in all your time and effort into this assignment. You were either in the library or locked in your room, typing away or doing research. You did secretly enjoy a few moments alone, at night, moaning his name, biting onto your pillow to silence your screams, but it wasn’t the same. You needed to feel him, taste him.

“C’mon, just one break won’t hurt, pretty please?” Bucky nuzzled against you, hoping his baby blues would be able to melt you; you thought for a moment, unable to resist the adorable puppy eyes Bucky was giving you.

“Hm, okay fine. What did you want to do Buck, we could go for a walk now” You booped his nose as he grinned, sitting up a bit so he could look at you properly.

“I want to take you out on an actual date doll” Bucky said in a more serious tone. He loved all the little moments he shared with you, cuddled up on your bed or relaxing on the couch but he wanted to actually take you out, show you how much you actually meant to him.

You blushed, butterflies erupting in your tummy at the thought of going on a date with your brother’s best friend. You had always had a crush on him and while you loved the few private moments you shared together, this felt more official.

“Really?” your voice was small, shyly gazing at him, your body now buzzing with anticipation.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I baby?” Bucky stroked your hair, kissing your forehead, “All you have to do is be ready for tonight, okay?” You nodded, shimmying out of his hold to rummage through your closet and pick the perfect outfit for him. “Where you going doll?”

“To get ready!” You grinned while Bucky pouted at the loss of your warmth wrapped around him.

“But there’s time baby, come back and cuddle”

“No!” Bucky chuckled at your eagerness, his heart fluttering as he watched you bounce up the stairs to your room.

***

“Bucky, you want anything?”

“Buck?”

“What the hell is this guy-” Sam waved his face in front of Bucky’s face as Bucky stared off into the distance thinking about what he wanted to do for the evening, hardly registering Sam calling him. “Hello?! Earth to Barnes?”

An eraser bouncing off his head broke him from his thoughts as he blinked at Sam, his mind shifting between the date night and you.

“I’m going to get coffee, you want anything?”

Bucky shook his head, going back to his planning; he wanted it to be special. He thought about all the little details he knew about you; you loved the little family diner down the street, warm waffles with ice cream, he remembered a conversation he overheard between you and Nat about wanting to dance but feeling too shy. You’d once mentioned how you thought drive in movies were romantic. He knew exactly what he wanted to do.

“What are you thinking about punk?” Steve shook his head looking at his friend who looked like a love struck idiot, cheeks flushed, heart eyes at all times, a goofy grin on his face, staring off into nothing.

“Uh, wanted to take y/n out somewhere special, do something nice for her”

“Gross” The smile on Steve’s face showed he didn’t actually think it was gross. “She’s into sappy stuff, do with this information what you will”

Bucky nodded, getting up from his seat in the library to plan his evening with you.

“Use protection- Ow!” Tony rubbed the back of his head having earned another smack from Steve.

“I swear to god, do you ever say anything else?” Steve flicked his ear for good measure, going back to the book he was reading.

***

“Doll? You ready?”

“Coming!”

Bucky waited by the stairs, his breath hitching as he saw you descend the stairs, all dressed up for your date. He had seen you plenty of times before but this was different. It was all of it was just for him.

You wore a red sun dress, the flowing skirt ending a few inches above your knees; the sweet heart neckline accentuated your cleavage perfectly. Your hair was in soft waves and your makeup was simple; just enough to enhance your natural features. Your nails were painted a deep red, matching your toes.

“Fuck…”

Bucky’s mouth opened and closed, searching for words as you giggled, looking at the floor, feeling warm under his gaze. Your heart raced seeing him; yeah, he always looked attractive but tonight was something else. He was dressed in all black, the shirt stretching across his perfectly defined chest. His jeans clung nicely on his thighs, and you definitely felt light headed with his intoxicating scent, a perfect mix of his cologne and something distinctly him.

“Hi Buck”

“You look…you’re so beautiful my babydoll, you ready?” You nodded as he cupped your face in his hand, pecking a sweet kiss on your lips. “Oh, here, these are for you” Bucky handed you a bouquet of baby pink roses with a few stems of baby’s breath, a tiny note hanging off the stem.

My only

- Your Bucky x

“Uh, wasn’t sure if you’d like flowers or not, and I don’t want it to seem too old fashioned but you also deserve the best so I asked the florist and –

You cut him off, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him deeply. Bucky smiled into the kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist, lifting you off the ground slightly before setting you back down.

“I love them so much; no one’s ever gotten me flowers before, well other than Steve. Thank you Bucky” You grinned, inhaling the soft floral scent, making your way over to the kitchen to put them in some water. Bucky took your hand, leading you to his car, opening the door for you before coming around to the driver’s side. You felt giddy with excitement; you had bugged him for a while asking what he had planned but he refused to tell you anything.

“Where are we going Buck?”

“It’s a surprise doll” Bucky’s cheeks were flushed, his heart racing as he pulled out of the drive way.

Bucky drove around the corner of the street, parking on the side in front of your favourite diner Nonna’s. It was usually packed, especially on Friday evenings but the place looked surprisingly empty.

“Buck? Are they open, it looks empty…” You peered from inside the car, the usual Come In We’re Open sign on the door was missing but it also didn’t say they were closed. The lights were on but they had been dimmed.

“Don’t worry, they’re open” Bucky had a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he got out of the car, jogging around to open the door for you. “C’mon, doll” You took his hand, eyeing him suspiciously; he was doing an awful job trying to hide the smirk that had taken over his face.

He knocked on the door twice, as the little elderly lady who owned the diner came to unlock it, pulling him in immediately as she opened the door. She squealed seeing your hand in his, pulling you for a hug as well.

“Jamie! Y/n! Buona serata” Bucky grinned, hunching over to hug her, giving her a quick peck on the cheek.

“Good evening Mrs. Russo. I guess you already know who my date is then?” Bucky blushed, as he moved his hand around your waist, holding you close.

“Of course I know her! Bella, I should have known it would be a special girl if you were going through all this elaborate planning”

“Hi Mrs. Russo” You gave her a hug, having known her for years; the diner was your go to place for comfort food.

“Come, your table is ready!”

As you made your way to the table, you noticed all the little details that had been added around the diner. Fairy lights were strung across the ceiling, there were a few candles lit to warm the dim atmosphere. A fresh basket of bread sticks were placed on your table along with a small spread of fresh mozzarella and tomato jam. Your favorite gnocchi was already plated along with Bucky’s usual order of lasagna. Bucky pulled your chair out before sitting across from you, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“James…” Your voice was hardly above a whisper as you continued to marvel at how the usual busy spot was transformed to look cozy and romantic. "What did- how did…how?”

“Uh, I knew you really liked this spot but I wanted it to be just the two of us so I asked Mrs. Russo if it’d be okay if she closed a little early so we could have the place to ourselves. She’s been bugging me to find a date before she sets me up with someone herself so she didn’t hesitate to say yes”

You giggled, plucking a bread stick; it nearly melted in your mouth, warm and fresh from the oven. Your gnocchi had an extra sprinkling of fresh parmesan along with extra basil leaves on top.

“You know what I add to my order?” You grinned, humming at the way the sauce coated your tongue.

“Yes, and the extra parm I understand. Why you need nearly a whole stem of basil is beyond me y/n” Bucky teased you as you scoffed.

“Because it’s delicious” You stuck your tongue out at him. You nudged your foot playfully at him but he caught and held your foot between his legs, smirking as you gasped.

“Bucky…” Your heart raced slightly as your focus wandered between the firm hold around your ankle and the way he was biting his lips.

“What princess?” He blinked innocently, bringing a bit of the lasagna to your lips for you to taste. Bucky smirked at the way you moaned, his cock slightly stirring watching the way your tongue darted out to lick your lips, loving the way you looked in the candle light. Music started to play in the background; the record player that was usually off to the side had been placed near you as Mrs. Russo scurried back into the kitchen.

“Dance with me?”

“Um…” You hesitated as Bucky extended his hand; you had always wanted for someone to ask you to dance but your nerves took over and you knew you’d trip.

“Please? It’s me, your Bucky, just one dance baby”

Bucky took your hands, spinning you towards him, catching your waist in his hands. He placed one hand on the small of your back, while lacing the other hand with yours, swaying gently and holding you close. You gazed up at him, feeling his warm breath fan your face; his perfect lips curved into a perfect smile.

“You did all this for me?”

“Anything for you y/n” Bucky kissed your head softly, a mischievous glint creeping back on his face.

“Bucky!” You squealed as he dipped you, holding you securely in his arms, twirling and lifting you with ease, loving the way you laughed each time. You were both panting by the end of the song as you sat for a moment to take a sip of water.

“Give me a minute doll” Bucky made his way over to the kitchen, slipping through the doors while you waited.

“Mrs. Russo, here’s-

“On the house” She cut him off, forcing Bucky to put his wallet away, giving him a stern look as she rolled out sheets of pasta.

“But Mrs. Russo-

“You like her yes?” Bucky nodded, his cheeks blushing when he thought of you, the way you gave him butterflies, the way he couldn’t resist you. “Then shut up and get out of my kitchen!” She started to shoo him away, pushing him towards the doors.

“But you did so much, I have to p-

“You will do no such thing! Go enjoy the rest of your evening with her, go!”

You smiled to yourself; no one had ever done something like this for you before. Bucky made you feel so special every time he was with you and the way he looked tonight fuck- you wanted to skip the night entirely the second you saw him. The stubble that covered his face, the all black on his tan skin, his pouty pink lips. The way you would get on your knees for this man and wrap your lips around his thick cock till he was a moaning mess beneath you, tasting his cum on your tongue, licking and cleaning up the mess he’d make, teasing his soft sensitive cock, making him whine- Jeez, calm the fuck down y/n.

You’d managed to work yourself up, until you heard a ruckus from the kitchen and a flustered looking Bucky shoved out of the doors as Mrs. Russo waved at the both of you, her eyes sparking with excitement.

“What happened Buck?” You quirked an eyebrow as Bucky snickered, shaking his head while holding you by the waist, leading you back to his car.

“If you’re not tired, I had something else planned too doll, how do you feel?”

Your body shook with excitement; obviously you didn’t want the night to end. You peppered Bucky’s face with kisses, nodding eagerly “Not tired, let’s go!”

Bucky drove with his hand on your thigh, his thumb tracing small circles on your soft skin. You felt goose bumps erupt on your body as his grip got firmer, stroking your inner thigh, his hand inching higher, squeezing the soft flesh. You let out an involuntary whimper, your flimsily panties were definitely as he continued his ministrations. You so badly wanted to take his hand and shove his fingers into your needy pussy, clenching your thighs together instead hoping it’d give you some relief. Your skin felt hot, hoping Bucky wouldn’t notice you squirm in the seat, your legs squeezing together; he noticed.

You broke away from your flustered state for a moment; your eyes lit up as Bucky pulled around to a large parking lot with a giant screen at the front.

“Oh my God!! Is this a drive in movie?!” You bounced in your seat as Bucky chuckled nodding, parking the car and kissing your cheek. “Excited babydoll?”

You squealed, your hands clasped together as you looked around you, everything looked exactly as you had always imagined. Couples cuddled together, some with blankets, munching on pop corn, candy, soda all under the stars. It was perfect. Bucky grabbed a few snacks for the both of you, his hand resting in yours, squeezing it occasionally. You squirmed in your seat as the movie started playing, needing to be closer to Bucky.

“You okay doll?”

You hesitated for a moment before speaking, your cheeks flushing. “Can we sit in the back?”

“Of course, you sure baby?” You nodded, not bothering to open the car door to go around, climbing in between the seats to the back instead.

Bucky’s breath hitched in his throat as you clambered to the back; your dress rode up giving him the perfect view of your utterly soaked panties; your thighs glistened with your arousal. The tiny lace left nothing to the imagination. He was ready to pull you right back onto his face and burry his tongue deep in your needy little cun-

“I want to cuddle with you” You pouted from the back, waiting for Bucky to join you. Bucky sucked in a breath, willing himself to behave for the night as he got out of the car to join you. As soon as he slipped in, you nuzzled against him, wrapping your arm around his bicep, resting your head on his shoulder. You could feel your clit throb, desperate for some type of relief, as Bucky’s hand stroked your thigh, tracing mindless shapes with his thumb.

You snuggled into him, giving him innocent little kisses, your hands caressing each other softly, finally enjoying some alone time together. Your hand rubbed up and down the hard planes of his chest as you trailed kisses along his jaw up to the corner of his lips. Bucky turned to you, running his fingers through your hair, brining you closer, kissing you deeply, the movie now long forgotten.

You moaned feeling his tongue trace your lips, letting his tongue lace with yours, your stomach clenching, arousal further drenching your thighs. Your hand started to move lower, resting on his tense abs as you continued to make out with him. Bucky grabbed your face in both hands, his lips and tongue leaving you breathless as you whimpered letting him nip your lips.

His hand trailed down your back, squeezing your ass, desperate to pull your dress up and rip your panties off. Bucky pulled away from you, his lips swollen, panting, eyes screwed shut and he tried to clear his mind away from his aching throbbing cock. You cupped his face making him look at you, as he swallowed thickly. You suddenly felt worried, wondering if you over stepped in some way.

“James? What is it baby?”

“You just…you really have no idea what you do to me babydoll” Bucky looked at you with glassy eyes, his breaths heavy. “I know we came to watch a movie, I just-

“Show me what I do to you Bucky”

Bucky took your hand, placing it over his clothed cock, straining against his jeans, groaning when you started to rub his boner. He closed his eyes, his head pressed against the car seat as you continued to palm him, loving the sweet sounds that were already leaving his lips. You shifted closer to him, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling the zipper down, your hand rubbing over his now damp briefs. Bucky’s eyes shot open as he felt your hand slip in, wrapping around his cock.

“Baby, you don’t have to-” “Shh, let me take care of you”

You pulled his cock out, stroking his achingly hard length, while sucking the sensitive spot on his neck. Bucky moaned, his hips trying to thrust in your hand, head thrown back as you marked his neck, soothing the area with soft licks after.

“Fuck baby…”

You smirked slowly bending over to place a teasing kiss on the tip of his cock. Bucky whined at the way your lips glistened with his precum, his cock leaking further as you licked it clean. You continued to stroke him, sucking his ear lobe, loving the way it made his cock throb in your hand.

“Tell me what you want baby…” Your lips brushed against his jaw, slightly picking up the pace as you stroked him.

“Please baby, please babygirl, need you, need you so bad” Bucky’s face was flushed, his eyes screwed shut, fearing he’d cum if he watched what you were doing to him. He whimpered as he felt you let go of his cock, your hand grabbing his face to make him look at you.

“I want you to say it James. Tell me what you need me to do baby” Bucky bit his lip, removing your hand from his face, placing it back on his cock, guiding your hand to stroke him. His chest heaved, as he sat up to move his jeans down more, spreading his thighs out further.

“Suck my cock, y/n, please”

You moaned at his words, bending over to lick up the precum that soaked the uncut tip of his cock, your core clenching around nothing as he groaned at the feeling of your tongue. You lapped at the swollen head, teasing him, while stroking him at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Please y/n, more, suck it baby” Bucky’s hand made its way to your hair, gently holding it in a pony tail, as he struggled to keep his hips from thrusting into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the sensitive head before wrapping your lips around his length, while pumping him in your hand, hollowing your cheeks.

“Just like that baby, just like that, fuck- s’good” The grip on your hair tightened as you moved your tongue in circles. Your pussy was aching and throbbing, as Bucky moved his hand under your dress, squeezing you ass, trying to find some way to ground him as you sucked the life out of him. He tugged at your panties, moaning at how soaked they were.

“C-can I?” Was all he could muster as you nodded, continuing to pump and suck his cock. Bucky bunched your dress up, pulling your panties down just enough to smear your slick around, groaning at how your thighs were sticky, your pussy drenched and needy for him.

“A-all this for me b-baby?”

You released his cock from your mouth with a pop, pulling off momentarily to answer. “Just for you Buckyy”

Bucky plunged two thick fingers into your clenching entrance, pumping in and out of you as you moaned loudly around his cock, the vibrations making his cock twitch. He sped up his fingers, momentarily pulling them out rub against your swollen clit, quickly building your climax, his hand completely soaked in your arousal.

You hesitated before taking a breath through your nose, taking as much of his length you could fit down your throat, the tip of his cock hitting throat causing him to cry out. Bucky let out an obscene moan at the feeling, his hand gripping your hair as he thrusted his hips further down your throat causing you to gag around him. He shoved his fingers into you hitting your gspot repeatedly, loving the way your arousal squirted against his hand each time.

“FUCK BABY, you’re going to make me cum y/n feels so good, so fucking good, just like that babydoll, God don’t stop please don’t fucking stop-,” Bucky pulled out of you to suck his fingers clean, his eyes rolling back, moaning at the taste, “I know you like that baby, can feel you soaking my fingers, you make my cock feel so fuckin’ good baby, shit-”

Bucky’s whines turned needier as you continued to deep throat him, making a mess all over his crotch; your spit and his precum soaking his entire cock and balls. You pulled off his cock momentarily to lap his balls, moaning loudly as his fingers plunged into you again, pumping faster.

“OH fuck fuck fucckk, yes baby YES” Absolutely nothing compared to your warm soft tongue playing with his balls, he felt them tense, they were so heavy and full of cum, he so badly wished he was on your bed, legs spread apart so you could suck them both in your pretty mouth. The obscene squelching noises of his fingers fucking you brought you closer and closer to the edge, your walls fluttered, clit throbbing.

“Fuck babygirl, wish I was on your bed, let your mouth lick me all the way from my balls to the tip of my cock, make a dripping mess in your mouth, bust loads and loads of my cum down your throat fuck- and you’d swallow like such a good girl”

Bucky felt warmth spread through his body, his balls tightened, his cock streaming with precum. You whined around his cock, your pussy sucking his fingers in, your orgasm ready to rip through you without warning. His fingers desperately fucked into you as he started to chase his high, unable to hold back any longer.

“You like that baby? You like the thought of sucking my cock and balls, all spread out on your bed, taking everything you need? Such a fucking dirty girl baby, you gonna let me cum in that mouth?”

You nodded, whining and moaning as best as you could with your mouth stuffed with his cock, your hands digging into his thighs as you pussy clenched and fluttered around his fingers, your arousal gushing and soaking him as your orgasm washed over you. You took his cock as deep as it would go, letting him fuck your mouth.

“Fuck, cum baby, cum, cum while you suck my cock, can’t hold it y/n, need to cum in your mouth babygirl, need it so fucking bad, FUCK, so bad OH FUCK”

Bucky’s head was thrown back as you felt his cock stiffen, thick ropes of cum hitting the back of your throat as he moaned loudly, his breaths heavy, his cum continuing to slowly dribble into your mouth. You swallowed every drop, palming at his balls as he whined, letting his cock soften in your mouth. You pulled off him, gently suckling the tip, licking him clean as he whimpered and twitched. He hissed, tucking his cock back in his jeans, wrapping his arm around you, unable to open his eyes or form a coherent sentence. You wrapped your arm around his abs, your eyes feeling heavy as you snuggled against him.

“Did you like that baby?”

Bucky kissed your head, his lips lingering on your hair, still trying to catch his breath “Fuck….you’re amazing princess, nothing, and I mean nothing is better than that dirty little mouth of yours” Bucky playfully nipped at your lips as you giggled, looking up at him.

“Tonight was perfect. More than perfect, I can’t believe you did all this for me Bucky” You felt your eyes sting slightly, his thumb wiping away the tear away before it could fall.

“You deserve it y/n, can’t wait to go everywhere with you doll” You smiled, a tiny yawn escaping as you nuzzled into Bucky’s chest, curling into a ball “My sleep baby, ready to head home?”

You nodded, reluctantly leaving his arms to sit in the passenger seat as Bucky drove you home. He parked outside of your house, giving you a kiss on your forehead as you remained seated in the car, fidgeting with your hands.

“What’s wrong bubba?”

“I don’t want you to go. Come cuddle with me?”

Bucky chuckled, knowing there was no point in asking if you were sure. You and Bucky tiptoed up the stairs to your room, shutting the door behind you. You sat on your bed stretching and yawning like a kitten, curling on top of your sheets giving Bucky grabby hands. Bucky smiled, walking over to you, pulling on your arms to make you sit up.

“Don’t you want to change into your pj’s y/n? Won’t even take 2 second baby”

“Want cuddles Bucky” You pouted, flopping back on the bed, pulling Bucky down with you.

“Can we settle on naked cuddles then?” He smiled, brushing the hair out of your face, kissing your nose as you contemplated the idea. You giggled, stripping your dress and panties off, slipping under the covers, waiting for Bucky to join you.

Bucky threw off his clothes, pulling you flush against him, his arm wrapping around your waist, kissing your shoulder. You wiggled against him to be as close as possible closing your eyes, drifting off to sleep.

“Y/n?”

“mm?”

“Good night babygirl”

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theconstantsidekick · 3 years

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Power Broker (5) | b.b

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader, Past Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader, OC x Stark!Reader (brief)

Genre: Fluff with a touch of angst.

Warnings: Swearing, I guess?

sidenote: y/f/n is your full name. y/n is a shortened version which you prefer to go by.

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“You know you were supposed to keep the in-fighting to a minimum, not be the in-fighting,” Sam says as he slides in next to Y/n where she’s leaning at the bar, with a drink in her hand.

“If he’d stop pissing me off, I’d stop threatening him with bodily harm,” She replies. It’s not rocket science.

Sam smiles in response, “Can’t really argue with that.”

They’ve both got their backs to the bar as they look out over the sea of people dancing away like their lives depend on it.

Y/n looks over at him with a smile of her own, “Don’t act like you don’t enjoy it.”

Sam laughs, “Can’t argue with that either.”

He turns around, ordering a club soda for himself. “Hey look,” he begins. She already knows where this is going but she likes him too much. So she lets him continue, “I’m sorry, I should’ve checked in with you after the funeral, it just—”

“Wasn’t your responsibility,” she finishes.

“To call up your friend after she’s been through some really rough shit?” Sam argues.

The bartender hands him his drink.

“Look man, we all had our own lives to deal with—” she tries but Sam cuts her off.

“But I should have at least called.”

“If we’re really going by that logic, it was my responsibility to look out for Wanda, and look how that turned out,” Y/n says regretfully. She should’ve kept an eye on her, she’s just a kid who’d lost everything and fuck if Y/n can’t relate to that.

“That’s different,” Sam argues.

“How?” She throws back.

Sam lets out a heavy breath, “Fine, maybe it isn’t… maybe we’re all screwing up, okay?” And that she can agree with. She desperately wishes that there was a handbook she could refer to for dealing with the aftermath of fighting Alien Barney & friends.

He turns back to her, “But I’m trying now… So, how are you?”

“Pretty damn shitty, Sam.” She replies honestly because there isn’t a point in lying right now. She’s already revealed half her hand, but she’s pretty intent on keeping it contained to just that. So she adds with a smirk, “and dying to dance.”

She finishes the rest of her drink in one sip and makes her way through the crowd to the man she’s been ogling since the whole shindig started.

“Hey,” she says, tapping on his shoulder.

He turns around from where he was staring at Sharon’s impressive art collection to look at her. When he sees it’s her, he seems shocked for a second, but recovers quickly. “Hi.”

“I need your help,” she says innocently and his guard is up in an instant.

“What’s wrong?” He asks hurriedly.

“Sam’s trying to have a deep meaningful therapy session where we talk about our feelings. Now, I’ll never be one to object to some cathartic crying and a nice warm hug from a big strong man, but I’d rather not do it in the middle of a club while we’re on a mission, ya dig?”

He looks at her like she asked him if drinking expired milk was a bad idea. He remains speechless for a while and then, “...and I can help with that, how?” He sounds so utterly confused.

She holds up her hand as an invitation, having learnt her lesson from last time about not touching without permission, and asks, “Dance with me?”

Now, if someone were to tell her that they saw the great Bucky Barnes fluster and fumble over like a teenager, she would’ve laughed at their faces. Yet here she is, watching him do just that.

“I don—I don’t know how to dance,” Bucky says, stumbling over his words. But he’s already taking her hand. “Not to this kinda music, at least.”

She can’t help the smile that lights up on her face as she begins pulling him to the dance floor, “Not much art to it, Sarge. Just move your body to the beat,” she says, leaning close to his ear. “I’ll show you how.” She winks at him.

Did she… just… wink at him? Did she really just wink at him?

She doesn’t have time to chastise herself any more because he’s wearing a soft blush on his cheeks—and god if that isn’t the most sinfully adorable thing she’s seen in a while—and the song is changing, the people are screaming. So she does what she came on here to do; she dances.

She begins to sway with the music, moving her hips from side to side. She hasn’t danced since... Well, a while. She misses it. Bucky however, looks entirely lost. She can’t help but laugh. He just grunts his displeasure at her reaction. She throws her hands up in mock defense before slowly moving to put her hand on his shoulder, while carefully gauging his reaction to her movement.

If you wanna run away with me, I know a galaxy

And I can take you for a ride

I had a premonition that we fell into a rhythm

Where the music don't stop for life

He doesn’t shy away, but just to be sure she asks, “This okay?” He nods in response, so she puts the other one on his shoulder as well.

She begins moving her shoulders but Bucky remains still.

Glitter in the sky, glitter in my eyes

Shining just the way I like

If you're feeling like you need a little bit of company

You met me at the perfect time

“You gotta work with me here, James,” She urges. “Come on, no one gives two shits about you here.”

“And that’s a good thing because...?” He cocks an eyebrow.

“Because that means you get to do whatever the fuck you want,” She replies with a smile, grabbing a hold of his hand, pushing herself back and spinning back into him.

She crashes right into his chest, stumbling only a bit and suddenly Bucky’s hands are on her waist steadying her. Their faces are barely a few inches apart. Before she can stop herself, her eyes flicker down to glance at his lips. But the moment she catches herself, she look back up at his seriously blue eyes. He seems hesitant but she only smiles in response, hoping to ease whatever apprehensions he might have. And it seems to work.

His grip on her waist tightens just a bit as she wraps her arms around his shoulders. And they begin to move as one. It’s mostly her leading him but he’s following along well enough for someone who hasn’t done this before. He begins to relax into the actions and starts getting comfortable. She can tell ‘cause his shoulders have relaxed significantly.

You want me, I want you, baby

My sugarboo, I'm levitating

The Milky Way, we're renegading

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

She molds him, maneuvering him to make them move together. And slowly but surely they almost begin to get lost in it.

He pushes her away, holding her arm and then pulls her back in. Her back is pressed to his chest, while his arms are circling her waist, hands intertwined with hers. They’re both laughing now. His breath caressing her ear gently, as he does.

I got you, moonlight, you're my starlight

I need you, all night. Come on, dance with me

I’m levitating

You, moonlight, you’re my starlight,

I need you, all night. Come on, dance with me

I’m levitating

And fuck her gently with a chainsaw. She wants to see him laugh so she sways herself to the beat, turning around to face him again but it’s too late. But come on! Tony would be rolling over in his grave if she quit that easily. If she wants to see him laugh, she’ll just have to do it herself.

So she begins singing along.

And it works like a fucking charm, cause he’s laughing now. Heartily, shamelessly, laughing. It’s the sweetest fucking sight she’s seen. It’s like the sun just popped out in this grungy congested room filled with people she doesn’t know. And even all the neon lights in the world cannot even compare. Fuck, the sun itself might not be this… fucking beautiful.

My love is like a rocket, watch it blast off

And I'm feeling so electric, dance my ass off

And even if I wanted to, I can't stop

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

His laughs die down and she misses it the moment it’s gone, but he’s still wearing a smile. She’ll take it.

They’re moving still, only barely but mostly he’s just looking at her and for the life of her she cannot bring herself to look away. Because he’s looking at her, and looking at her, and looking at her, and in that moment she forgets that there could ever be a world outside of those torturously cerulean blue eyes.

That is, until some clears their throat next to her and her whole body stuns.

“Fancy seeing you here,” the man says when she looks at him, “darling.”

Motherfucker.

“Is that your—” Bucky begins.

“Yep,” she answers before he can finish that sentence. And the fucker in front of her just smiles.

“The guy from the apartment this morni—” Bucky tries again.

“Yep.”

“He’s—”

“Yep.”

"Told you, you were going to do some Avengers shit," the man in front of her says with a cocky smile.

She reluctantly pulls herself out of Bucky’s arms grabbing the man’s wrist, pulling him to the side, next to the paintings, “What do you want?”

“Ouch, you’re being awfully mean,” he chides. She lets go of his wrist. “I mean, imagine my surprise when I heard that the Falcon and the Winter Soldier,” he looks over behind her, and it’s only then she realizes that both Sam and Bucky are flanking her, “were seen in a shady little bar in Low Town with a deadly but gorgeous woman.” He clicks his tongue. “You came all the way here and didn’t even think to say ‘hi’? You’ve really hurt my feelings, darling.”

Her shock is fading away now, so she gives him a pointed look. “Hi,” she deadpans. He laughs.

“What the hell is going on?” Sam asks.

“For once, I really don’t know,” she replies and begins looking him over.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” The man in front of her, in a striking wine red suit, chides.

“Like what?” She asks.

“Like you’re sizing me up, counting my men,” he says looking over the crowd, “assessing the situation, like I’m a threat…” He looks back at her, “You’re literally counting the exits as I speak,” he says exasperated. ��Look at me, Y/n.”

The use of her name makes her turn to him.

“I am not a threat to you. I’m not here to jeopardize whatever you’re doing. I would never do that to you. So can you please, calm down?” His eyes show genuine concern. And she does, at some level, trust him enough so she does, calm down. But then he adds, “Besides, I’m not cruel enough to exact my revenge by blowing your cover.”

“Revenge for what?” She’s confused and kinda pissed off.

“Breaking my heart,” he smiles, that charming fucker.

“How the fuck did I do that?” She asks.

“Ignorance is a coward's way out, darling.”

“You asked if we could go move in together, as a couple!” She shouts.

“And you shut me down without a second thought,” he replies easily.

“That does seem awfully cruel, Y/F/N,” Zemo interrupts. And where the fuck did he come from?

“Not that I’m looking for you approval,” she says to Zemo, “but it was pillowtalk—”

“Doesn’t make it any less meaningful just because it was post coitus,” Zemo interrupts.

“The coitus was with someone else!” She throws back.

She can hear Sam ooh behind her.

“Oh come on, it’s not like we’re exclusive,” he pitches with a smile.

But before she can respond to him by kicking him in the balls, “Okay, what the hell is your boytoy doing here?” Sam asks, finally having had enough.

“The boytoy has a name,” Zemo interjects, extending his hand, “Malcolm Brekker... Your reputation precedes you.”

“Why does Zemo know your boytoy?” Sam sounds like he’s about to have an aneurysm. She can relate.

“Likewise, Baron Zemo,” Malcolm says as he shakes Zemo’s hand.

“And why does your boytoy know Zemo?” Sam shouts.

“I’m quite a huge fan of your work,” Malcolm continues, with a smile.

She’s going to murder a man in the middle of a party, with nothing but her bare hands. That’s what’s about to happen, a gore-tastic assassination. But his annoyingly charming smile makes her realize he’s just fucking with her.

All three of them fix him with a pointed look.

“Objectively speaking,” he throws his hands up in mock defense, while feigning unconvincing innocence.

“You done now?” She asks, frustrated.

“Depends, are you annoyed?” He asks.

“Very.”

“How much? Rate it, on the scale of 1 to 10.”

“A solid 7.”

“7? I was going for a 9.”

“Blame him,” she says, pointing at Zemo, “He raised the bar too damn high.”

“Am I interrupting something?” Sharon’s voice cuts in from behind her. All four of them turn to look at her.

“Yes. Please continue,” Y/n urges.

“Umm, okay. I got something,” she states.

“Great,” Bucky cheers. And she’s not sure, but he sounds… pissed. “Let’s go,” He usher Sam and her.

“See you around, darling” Malcolm says smugly.

“You better hope not, boytoy,” Bucky throws back.

With one last look at Malcolm’s coy laugh, she turns around and begins following Sharon.

“So, Brekker?” She asks as all five of them begin making their way up the stairs.

“I’m not really in the mood for judgement,” Y/n says, annoyed. She isn’t drunk enough for this interaction.

“Oh, no no. I am not judging you. If anything I’m jealous!” She says laughing. “Wait, should I be jealous?” She raises her eyebrows in interest.

Now that throws Y/n for a spin, “Not that he’s forbidden fruit or anything… but ooh yes. Well worth your jealousy.” She smiles.

“Nice,” Sharon remarks with her own smile.

“Can we get back to the mission, please?” Bucky speaks up. And yep, definitely pissed. Oops.

“Oh yeah, I found him.” Sharon states simply.

“Let’s go,” Sam says.

Read part 6 here. Find out how she met Brekker. Find series masterlist here.

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stevebuckyandward · 7 years

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No Needles (Request) Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request: Could you do a Bucky imagine where he comes back from a mission heavily injured and the reader (whom he is already good friends w/) is put in charge of stitching up the deep cut on his abdomen? And there is no anesthesia. And Bucky is actually terrified of needles (not because of HYDRA) but the reader knows she has to or else he might die? (Weak/crying Bucky) and at the end he confesses his feeling towards the reader?? JUST FLUFFF/HURT/COMFORT/ANGST

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, hint of Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: None

Notes: Sorry for the wait! I’ve been crazy busy and haven’t had the motivation to write. I hope you all enjoy! Sorry that it’s short as well. I kinda wrote part of it then forgot where I was going with it.

Written by: @stevebuckyandward

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“Steeeveee,” You said dragging out his name in a childlike matter.

“(Y/n),” He drags your name out in the same manner.

“When is Bucky going to be back?”

“So you can finally fess up that you’re completely in love with each other?”

“Nope. I just want my Bucky Bear back!”

“Sure. Whatever you say (Y/n).”

The two of you sat there in silence and just basked in the rare moment. That moment was soon interrupted with the sounds of both of your phones ringing. Seeing that it was from Natasha. You were worried.

“What’s wrong?” You said once answering the phone.

“Barnes.”

“Please tell me he’ll be okay. Nat I need him to be okay.”

“He was hit hard, but refuses to go to a hospital or let anyone else touch him. So you’re our only hope.”

“Put his stupid ass on the phone.” I growl.

“Hey doll.” Bucky took a bit more effort to say that.

“You listen here James. You are going to get your ass back here and I’m going to stich you up you big baby. Don’t say a word about it or I’m going to beat your ass.”

I could hear Natasha cackling in the background. And making comments that I couldn’t make out.

“But Doll-”

“Don’t doll me Barnes. You are going to get here and I’m going to fix you up or drag your ass to the hospital. I’ll even get Stevie here to help me,” I said then hung up.

That was when the hyperventilating began. Bucky was hurt. Really bad. Like bad enough that he needs to be stitched up. He hates needles. How am I going to do this? Will I be able to keep him calm enough to do this? I wonder if we can just knock him out so he won’t be able to resist.

“(Y/n). (Y/N)!” Steve said.

“What?”

“What did Nat tell you?” He asked wondering why his girlfriend called her and not him.

“She said that Bucky was hurt badly and that he was refusing to go to a hospital so I kinda told him off.”

“I heard that. You put the fear of god in him.”

“Steven Grant!”

“But also he’ll listen to anything you say cause-”

“Don’t say it. Cause I may love him, but there’s no way in hell that he loves me. I'm just a friend to him.”

Once I finished we heard the quinjet land and we ran up to them. Natasha was wheeling Bucky out, and I got a look of how bad he was. There was lots of cuts, but there was only one that needed stiches. A deep one on his abdomen. I held his face in my hands and looked at him.

“Buck. What happened,” I nearly cried.

“Fuckers jumped me.”

“Come on Buck. Let’s get you all patched up.”

“Do I need stiches?”

“I’m sorry,” I kissed his forehead.

From there I grabbed the first aid kit and took out the antiseptic and a few bandages to take care of the small wounds first. His shirt was still on.

“Bucky Bear. I’m gonna need to take your shirt off. Can you sit up for me?”

He tried to but ultimately failed. So I helped him up and slowly pulled off his shirt. Feeling his body tense and every ridge and plane of his muscular figure, bringing a furious blush to my face. Sure, I’ve seen Bucky shirtless many times before. Touching his shirtless chest was a different story. So quietly I got to work bandaging him up.

Now it came time to stitching up the bad one.

“Doll, I know what you can do instead of stichin me up,” He said.

“What would that be James?” I said, still a little upset at him for getting this hurt.

“You could keep calling me James, and kiss it better.”

He was smirking at me. I rolled my eyes and kissed the skin just above the cut.

“Better?”

“You missed.”

“Where was I supposed to kiss you?”

He pointed to his face. So I kissed his cheek. He pouted even more.

“You ready Bucky? I’ve gotta do this now. Maybe closing your eyes might help,” I said.

“Seeing the girl I love makes all the pain go away,”

“Girl you love?”

“Shit.”

Ignoring what he just said I prepped the needle and the suture. While stitching him up I kept whispering sweet nothings to help keep his mind off of what was going on. He was yelling and crying through the entire ordeal. There were tears escaping the corners of his eyes. When I was done I looked up and saw his pained expression with his eyes screwed shut.

Crossing my fingers praying to god that he wasn't lying when he said he loved me, I kissed him. Before I knew it he was kissing me back. Needing some air, I pulled back and apologized.

“I’m sorry I got mad at you, I just didn’t was scared that I would never get to see you again,” I confessed and buried my face in his neck.

“(Y/n),” He whispered and moved my face so he could look at me. “I meant it when I said it.”

“She loves you too!” Steve yelled from the other side of the room.

“She does now?” Bucky’s cockiness returned.

“All I hear is Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, oh how I love him so,” Steve dramatically said and left before I could kill him.

Bucky’s hold on me tightened and he started peppering kisses all over my face. I smiled in response.

“I love you (Y/n).”

“I love you Bucky,” I said and kissed him again. “Just don’t scare me like that again. Or at least go to a hospital.”

The two of us laughed and laid contently on the small gurney.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagines #Bucky Barnes #avengers fic

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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Pinky

Bucky x Reader, Avengers

This was ADORABLE, thank you for this. i love it so much (also might revisit this, I have a soft spot for holding pinkies)

The tiktoks in question:

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSRaSbgfw/

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSRaSXeHT/

Warnings: FLUFFF, reader is a little anxious

Word count: 555

Your leg wouldn’t stop shaking, your anxiety growing as the meeting in the conference room continued to drone on. You were usually able to control your nerves but toady your focus was off and you just wanted to go back to your room and sleep. Your fingers were itching to slip into Bucky’s hand, his touch always grounded you and he felt like home. His hand was resting on his thigh, mere millimeters from yours, if you could just…

Except you couldn’t.

Dating fellow teammates were strictly against the rules and while that ship had sailed, you had to keep it under wraps, the last thing you needed was him getting in trouble. You swallowed thickly, picking at the material of your tactical pants, your eye darting around the room and back to his hand, your pinky just grazing his before pulling away. You couldn’t risk it.

Bucky noticed your shifting, he could feel the heat radiating off your body. He noticed the way you anxiously looked around the room, the way your hands were twitching, inching closer and closer to his. He chuckled on the inside, feeling your pinky graze his as you nervously bit your lip, trying to calm yourself down with the tiniest bit of touch.

Bucky smiled softly, his precious babydoll. He moved his hand a little closer, his larger hand grasping onto your pinky, giving you a reassuring squeeze. You visibly relaxed, your jaw unclenched and muscles less tensed as you sat back in your chair. Bucky squeezed your pinky three times; his way of saying I love you when he couldn’t say it out loud. You wiggled your pinky a little, signaling you loved him back. You let out the breath you were unknowingly holding, all your anxieties melting away even with the littlest hold. That’s all you needed. Just a little bit of Bucky.

Bonus scene:

Sam groaned, irritated he dropped his pen, reluctantly reaching under the table to grab it. Until. What in the fuck. No way. No fucking way. * click *

Sam Wilson created a new group

Sam Wilson sent a picture

Sam: Ya’ll. Look at this.

Steve: OMG

Clint: LOL

Peter: Are they holding Pinky’s?!

Tony: Capsicle knows what OMG means?

Steve: -___- Nat: OMG That’s so cute!!!

Tony: That’s why he’s blushing so much

Sam: Look at the way he’s trying to stop smiling

Tony: I mean how long did they think they could hide it

Sam: You knew?!

Steve: He told me the day he saw her

Tony: Was pretty obvious, this just confirms it

Nat: I thought we all knew but just didn’t say anything?

Sam: None of you thought to tell me?

Sam: Hello?

Sam: …

Fury continued to go over the mission details, while Bucky held onto your pink from under the table. Fury narrowed his eyes at the team, who all had shit eating grins on their faces, snickering at each other, a stark different from the dazed love struck look you and Bucky had.

Fury rolled his eyes, more annoyed your antics were causing the rest of the team to be distracted more than anything, your relationship was old news to him anyway. He huffed, throwing his filed on the tables before shooting the team a pointed look, then turning to Bucky.

“Agent Barnes, will you please stop holding y/l/n’s pinky under the table”

Please let me know if you want to be added or removed! (also this is an 18+ blog, I can’t tag nameless/ageless blogs)

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theconstantsidekick · 3 years

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The Whole World Is Watching (1) | b.b

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader, Past Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader, OC x Stark!Reader (brief)

Genre: Fluff with a touch of angst.

Summary: Sam and Bucky call on the only Stark left in the Superhero business—codename Static—to help take down the Flag Smashers. Only problem is she’s pretty damn reluctant.

(These scenes incorporate y/n into the pre-existing story as a character without making drastic changes to the plot or mythos. All the major plot points from the MCU remain in place with the addition of the reader as Static, who is not only a Stark but also enhanced)

Warnings: Swearing, kinda.

a/n: Aight, aight. Here’s the skinny; I function purely on attention and praise, so please leave a comment. I’m a narcissist; I make no apologies. Let me know what you guys think, I love reading your hot takes. Entertain me in exchange for all the entertainment I’m providing you. No, but seriously, let me know what you guys think, always love to hear from y’all. Also oh, the tag list is open.

sidenote: would ya’ll be interested in flashbacks to previous MCU films explaining the reader’s origin?

Power Broker (7) | The Whole World Is Watching (2) | Series Masterlist

“Eight hours, White Wolf,” Ayo warns him. “Then we come for him.” Her eyes flint over to somewhere behind Bucky’s shoulder, “No matter who stands in our way.”

Bucky turns to look back at who she’s addressing and does a downright comical double take.

“Nice to see you too, Ayo,” Y/n stands behind him, waving goodbye at Ayo who is walking away. She is wearing a charming smile on her face as she shouts out, “Tell T’Challa I’m sorry for not calling bac—”

Bucky’s tackling her in a second, “—what are you doing here?” He takes her hand and begins walking back to Zemo’s place. She goes with him without much resistance.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” She asks, petulant.

“She would’ve killed you if she wanted to, you know that right?” Bucky’s patience is running pretty damn low after the encounter and Y/n really isn’t helping.

“Pssh! I’d like to see her try.”” She brushes him off. Her disregard pisses him off further and he begins walking faster. “Hey, come on!” She rushes to catch up with him. “James?”

He doesn’t reply.

“James?” She calls out again. He remains silent. “Come on, talk to me! James!?”

His feet halt, he turns to look at her, “You were following me,” he accuses. She mimics his action but looks away from him, and that’s answer enough. He lets out a heavy breath. “You know, I would have told you anyway… about this… I wouldn’t have lied… B—but you don’t trust me.” He tries to keep his tone accusatory but he knows he only ends up sounding hurt.

Because he is... hurt.

She finally looks back at him, “Don’t take it personally, Sarge. It’s an occupational hazard.” He can’t not take it personally, as much as he’d like to. They were sharing stories and laughing together only an hour ago. What the fuck happened in the span of 60 minutes?

She pushes her weight from one feet to another before adding, “I’m sorry okay? It wasn’t just—I mean—fuck… I was worried, alright?” Her voice sounds strained like it’s almost hurting her to admit it. And fuck, it’s hurting Bucky to listen to it too. He’d rather she didn’t care if it bothers her so much. “The Wakandans take the whole revenge thing very seriously and you have a habit of running into fights without thinking. I just—”

“—yeah yeah. Worried. Got it,” he spits out. He was naïve of him to believe that they could just be… well he isn’t sure what he wanted them to be but it was sure as shit naïve of him to think they could. He isn’t mad at her... well he is. But far less than he is at himself for thinking that one twilight conversation would undo all the ill will he had garnered over the course of seven decades.

They both walk back to Zemo’s place in uncomfortable silence.

Bucky opens the door, ushers her in and then enters the room behind her. “Well, the Wakandans are here. They want Zemo,” he informs them. “Bought us some more time.”

He can spot Sam sitting on a stool at the kitchen island, while Zemo walks over to the stained glass mosaic floor to ceiling windows in a… is that a fucking bathrobe???

The room is spacious, with an L shape couch opposite to the kitchen and a small round coffee table in front of it. There’s a table behind it and there’s two twin pillars in the middle of the room at a safe distance. There’s sunlight filtering in from the windows, shining different colors onto the Egyptian blue motifs of the room. Bucky’s gotta admit, the place ain’t half bad.

“Were you followed?” Sam asks.

“Except by her?” He nods at Y/n who’s made her way over to the kitchen counter and pulled herself onto it. “No,” he adds.

“Thought you had to make a call?” Sam accuses her. She just shrugs in response. He sounds only half as pissed as Bucky but he’ll still take it.

Simultaneously Zemo asks, “How can you be so sure?”

“He wasn’t followed,” Y/n confirms. And that for some reasons comforts Zemo far more. And man, fuck Zemo!

“It was sweet of you to defend me at least,” Zemo says, turning back to look at the three. And begins rubbing… is that fucking fregarance oil? Is the criminal mastermind really rubbing fucking fregna—Bucky wants to fucking retire. He is literally too old for this shit.

“Hey, you shut it. No one's defending you,” Sam cocks his head back at Zemo, “You killed Nagel.”

Bucky walks over to the opposite side of the kitchen island from Sam. He pulls out his phone, looking through it for updates.

“Do we really have to litigate what may or may not have happened?” Zemo counters, his voice smooth and unnerving.

“There's nothing to litigate. You straight shot the man,” Sam chastises him. Zemo walks over to the kitchen shelves, standing close to where Y/n is sitting silently.

“Sam,” Bucky calls out.

“What?”

“Karli bombed a GRC supply depot.”

“What? What's the damage?” Sam asks, rushed.

“Eleven injured, three dead. They have a list of demands and are promising more attacks if those demands aren't met in full,” he reads off the article.

Sam sighs audibly.

“She's getting worse,” Zemo notes, walking over to stand at the head of the kitchen island. “I have the will to complete this mission. Do the three of you?”

“She's just a kid,” Sam reasons.

“You're seeing something in her that isn't there. You're clouded by it. She's a supremacist. The very concept of a Super Soldier will always trouble people,” Zemo states. Bucky walks over to the other head of the table, facing Zemo as he continues, “It's that warped aspiration that led to Nazis, to Ultron, to the Avengers.”

“Hey, those're our friends you're talking about,” Sam warns.

“The Avengers, not the Nazis,” Bucky clarifies, only to be met with a small chuckle from his left. His eye flicker over and he sees Y/n with a smile on her face, getting off the kitchen counter. She leans back on her elbows as she rests them on the edge.

Bucky scolds himself for the warm feeling that climbs up his chest with the knowledge that he’s the one who put that smile on her face. He looks away.

“So, Karli is radicalized, but there has to be a peaceful way to stop her,” Sam barrels on, adamant yet somewhat desperate in his belief.

“The desire to become a superhuman cannot be separated from supremacist ideals. Anyone with that serum is inherently on that path. She will not stop. She will escalate until you kill her,” Zemo pauses, “Or she kills you.”

“Maybe you're wrong, Zemo,” Bucky challenges, “The serum never corrupted Steve.”

“Touché,” Zemo agrees, holding up his index finger with a biscuit on top. “But there has never been another Steve Rogers, has there?” He challenges right back, and eats the damn biscuit off his finger.

“He’s not wrong,” Y/n chimes in. Both men turn to her in unison, shocked. She makes a gagging noise and her face contorts. “That wasn’t fun to say.”

“Then why’d you say it?” Sam asks, infuriated.

“Cause he is,” she defends.

“How can you of all people say that?” Sam leans forward, his tone accusing.

“Because, I’ve been on the receiving end of it,” Y/n’s voice is low and cold, as she fixes him with a glare.

Sam backs down, instantly.

Noticing his demeanor change she exhales audibly, winding herself down. “I don’t agree with all of it, but he is right. It’s a slippery slope. The moment you begin craving power more than justice, it becomes a race towards supremacy, whether you know it or not,” she says.

“But Steve—” Sam begins, but is promptly cut off.

“—was exceptional,” she finishes. “I am not trying to argue with that. He was… unique.” There’s this fondness in her voice that makes Bucky’s heart clench. “Trust me, I know,” She sounds like she’s reminiscing, thinking back to when Steve was… hers. And while Bucky understands, there’s this small ugly part of him that curls up over itself. For the life of him he can’t tell if the ugly feeling is meant for Y/n or… Steve. “But Karli isn’t Steve,” she finishes, shaking her head in an attempt to break herself out of her reverie.

“So you’re saying we should just give up on her?” Sam asks, there’s a sense of instigation in his voice.

“No,” Y/n tries.

“That’s what you’re saying, what he’s saying,” he points at Zemo, “that Karli is beyond saving,” Sam spits out.

Y/n however, doesn’t take the bait. She lets out a short laugh, “No, Sam. Unlike the Baron, I’m not fond of generalizing.” She walks over to the kitchen island, standing opposite to Sam. She puts her palms on the edge and leans over. “Look, the serum—and I mean the real one, that Erskine made—was meant to enhance who you were… not just physically but also mentally. That’s why Schmidt’s turned into a freaking hellbeast. It enhances who you are… That’s why Steve stayed incorruptible. Cause he was just as good before the serum as well.” She sighs. “His circumstances were different though, he didn’t seek the serum out like Karli did. Because she needed power… So what I’m saying is, maybe it didn’t start off that way, but her motives are starting to look a lot like vengeance more than justice.”

“But do you think we can save her?” Sam asks incredulously.

“Well…” she pushes herself away from the table, “We can’t,” before Sam can interrupt she adds, “But I do know a very persuasive little birdy who could.” She winks at him with a knowing smile.

Sam finally breaks into a smile as well.

“But you do agree with me,” Zemo cuts in, walking back to the shelves.

“Maybe we should give him to the Wakandans right now,” Bucky throws back, jovially. He walks over to the couch.

“And you'll give up your tour guide?” Zemo asks, his back turned to them.

“Yes.” Bucky spits out. He knows he’s lying, so does Zemo, but it’s been a tumultuous few days, cut him some slack. He sits down on the couch. He throws his head back and closes his eyes in a futile attempt to curb his oncoming headache.

“From my understanding, Donya is like a pillar of the community, right?” Sam ventures, looking between him and Y/n. “So, when I was a kid, my TT passed away.”

“Your—your TT?” He asks, so utterly confused, pulling his head back. His brows furrowed when he looks back at him.

“Yeah, my TT, yeah,” Sam states, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Who is your TT?” He asks confounded.

“Fine,” Sam surrenders, “When I was a kid, my aunt passed away and the entire neighborhood got together for a ceremony. It was like a week long. Maybe they're doing the same thing for Donya.”

“Worth a shot,” Y/n says.

“Your TT would be proud of you,” Zemo chimes in. Bucky would love to punch him in the face. He then begins to pull out a jar from the shelves, picking out a candy from inside it, throwing it at Sam. “Turkish delight,” he explains. “Irresistible.”

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