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buckyalpine · 5 months
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Bucky knowing he’s adorable. He knows all he has to do is bat his baby blues and it'll make anyone fold instantly. He's become such a little shit about it too, because he acts so oblivious while knowing exactly what he's doing.
“For fucks sake. No. NO. Do not look at me with those puppy eyes it won’t work” Sam shook his head, refusing to look at Bucky's face while the soldier blinked innocently with a small pout on his lips.
"I didn't do anything" he shrugged, acting as if he hadn't swiped the last cookie with the evidence sprinkled on the front of his shirt.
"You're something else" Sam grumbled, rolling his eyes at the puppy like look Bucky had on his face, "You can't keep making that face and getting away with this, keep your grubby hands away from my oreos"
Sam only manages to keep up the act for so long before reluctantly opening a new box, pushing it towards the brunette who smirks, swiping another handful.
"Unbelievable"
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"Who the hell broke another punching bag in the gym-
“He’s right behind me isn’t he” Tony deadpanned, knowing Bucky was slinking about somewhere, batting his brown lashes, making his job 100 times harder. "Barnes I swear-
The billionaire turned around to find Bucky tiptoeing around the mess he made with wide, remorseful eyes making the billionaire groan.
"Don't look at me like some dame in the 40's, that cute face won't work on me"
"Did you just call him cute"
"Shut up"
"Well, you're not wrong"
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"Bucky you're late" you frowned as he ran over to you, dressed in all black, ready to take you to dinner.
"M'sorry doll" He pouted, burying his face into your neck, "Didn't mean to keep you waiting"
"You're doing it again, this is cheating, you can't keep acting adorable and getting away with being late to our dates" you huffed, eventually melting into his needy cuddles, missing his little naughty smirk. Of course he didn't actually mean to be late and he really was sorry but he loved when you fell for his sweet charm.
"Did you see that? That little smirk he just made" Sam hissed while Steve snorted, lowkey happy to see this version of Bucky making its way back. "He gets away with everything, it isn't fair"
"Well I think it's adorable" Nat smiled watching him dote on you while Steve hummed in agreement. "He's a little cutie"
"He's a little shit"
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New Light | B. Barnes
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Character: Neighbors!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Summary: Y/N meets a mysterious neighbor in a stuck elevator.
A/N: I live in an apartment and often encounter different people. I wish I could start a conversation like the reader 😭
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Thank you to anyone who gave a like, reblog, and left a comment. It motivated me to write more. 
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Y/N had become a recognizable presence in her apartment building, exchanging greetings with familiar faces each time she entered the lift.
One tenant, however, remained an enigma—Bucky. Tall and always clad in a large black hoodie, he never uttered a word during their encounters.
One evening, after a long day at work, Y/N stepped into the lift, and to her surprise, Bucky entered just before the doors closed.
As the elevator ascended, an unusual silence settled between them. Y/N, feeling the need to break the ice, finally spoke up, "It's been a long day, hasn't it?"
Bucky, still maintaining his stoic demeanor, nodded in agreement. The hum of the elevator provided an awkward backdrop to their brief exchange.
As they continued in silence, the lift abruptly stopped, causing them both to shift their attention to the sudden halt.
"It's probably just a minor glitch," Y/N reassured, attempting to ease the tension. She reached for the Ring button, pressing it to summon help.
The building security's voice crackled through the speaker, providing assurance that maintenance were on their way.
With a shared glance, Y/N and Bucky exchanged a subtle acknowledgment of the situation. Y/N tried to strike up a conversation again, "So, Bucky, do you live on the same floor as me?"
Bucky, though initially hesitant, replied with a simple nod. The conversation was slow to develop, yet Y/N persisted, asking about his day and interests.
Bucky, gradually opening up, revealed snippets of his life. "I work from home most days, I'm a graphicdesigner," he admitted, his mysterious aura starting to unravel.
In turn, Y/N shared stories from her workplace, finding common ground in the challenges and triumphs of daily life.
In the middle of their conversation, Y/N noticed subtle movements within Bucky's hoodie. Curiosity getting the better of her, she finally asked, "Is everything okay in there?"
Bucky hesitated for a moment before revealing a small, furry face peeking out—the source of the movement. To Y/N's astonishment, Bucky introduced her to Alpine, his cat.
Y/N was awestruck when she caught sight of an incredibly adorable cat. Its fluffy fur and playful antics immediately captured her attention, eliciting a warm and delighted smile.
Approaching cautiously, Y/N couldn't resist commenting, "Alpine is such a sweetheart! Does he always greet everyone like this?"
Bucky, Alpine's owner, looked pleasantly surprised as he replied, "Actually, Alpine is usually quite reserved. He doesn't warm up to strangers easily."
Feeling a bit special, Y/N observed as Alpine continued to display an unexpectedly friendly demeanor, rubbing against her legs. Bucky chuckled, "This is a rare sight. Alpine doesn't usually take kindly to newcomers."
The atmosphere shifted as Bucky eagerly shared stories about Alpine's quirky habits and endearing antics.
Initially taken aback, Y/N found herself engaged in a lively conversation with Bucky about their shared experiences as pet owners. "Alpine loves to climb onto my shoulders when I'm working on my laptop," Bucky chuckled, his reserved demeanor giving way to warmth.
Sensing Bucky's willingness to share, Y/N asked about his hobbies. "Besides graphic design, what do you do for fun?"
Bucky cracked a faint smile, "I'm a bit of a movie buff, and I like taking Alpine for walks." Y/N's eyes lit up, "Really? I love movies too, and I've been meaning to explore the nearby parks."
As they exchanged stories and discovered shared interests, the once awkward elevator space transformed into a comfortable setting for connection. Bucky, now more animated, even shared amusing anecdotes about Alpine's adventures, eliciting laughter from Y/N.
Y/N thought Bucky was a scary person, but it turns out he's not. She sees him in a new light.
In the end, as the building security announced that they had successfully repaired the elevator.
Relieved, Y/N couldn't help but express gratitude for the unexpected camaraderie. Before parting ways, Bucky suggested, "You know, since we've become elevator buddies, how about we walk Alpine together to the park sometime?"
Genuinely pleased by the idea, Y/N smiled and replied, "I'd love that!" The invitation marked the beginning of a new chapter in their connection.
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jamie-leah · 2 months
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Lifeline
Bucky x Reader Fic
Oneshot? Series? You tell me...
Summary: You have a past that you're running from and maybe Bucky can be the lifeline you had no idea you were searching for.
Word Count: 1,809
Warnings: Mentions of physical abusive, Abusive relationship, descriptions of panic attack, rusty writing, fluff
A/N: Thought I would dip my toe back in the water, see how you're all doing? Feel free to tell me if you want more and feel free to make requests. I need to get back into the swing of things!
Next Part--->
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It’s been two months, and he still hasn’t found you yet. Despite the nightmares and the hypervigilance, you would call that a win. It’s the longest he’s gone without finding you. Maybe he’s given up? But deep down you know that isn’t the case. You humiliated him when you ran, left in the middle of the night without a word to anyone. There would be questions from the neighbours, friends and family. He would never let a slight like that go, and you know it.  
The bell dings above the door in the diner you’ve been working at since you arrived in New York. It brings you out of your head and into the present, to see Bucky walk through the door. You hadn’t realised that it was that time in your shift, looking over to the clock to confirm that it was in fact nine at night.  
You give him a smile. A small one, but the most genuine you’ve been able to manage since running from your ex almost a year ago now. He returns a full watt smile of his own. A smile you never see him give to anyone else, but you don’t look too deeply into that considering you’ve never seen him outside of this diner.  
He sits at the bar upfront to the counter where you already have his black coffee waiting, “you fancy any food? Kitchen is closing soon”, you ask.  
“I’ll take a plate of fries if there’s any going?”, his voice sending a tiny shiver down your spine that makes your toes curl ever so slightly. You are aware of this growing attraction you have to him since he started to come in here regularly a week after you started. And you hadn’t thought about anyone like that since...well since you started your relationship with Andrew around seven years ago.  
Bucky never said much the first few times he came in. He would just nurse a few cups of coffee at night and then leave but after two weeks like that he caught you on a particularly rough day. You were in the middle of a panic attack when he jumped into action and calmed you down and stared anyone down who might have looked or said anything.  
Since then, the damn broke and while you may have not told him about your ex, you both shared some personal titbits that would probably qualify you as friends rather than acquaintances. And ever since that time you told him you hadn’t had time for a break or a bite to eat, he orders fries and makes you share with him. He feigns that the portions are too big, and he needs your help to finish them off, but you know better. You don’t say otherwise, you’re grateful either way.  
When you place the fries in front of him, he asks, “busy tonight?”  
You shake your head as you pop a fry into your mouth, “not really. It’s always quiet on a Tuesday. How was your day? Save anyone today?”  
Bucky rolls his eyes at you. You had no idea who he was when he first came in. And Bucky still had to spell out who he was and why people stared at him in the diner. You were vaguely aware of superheroes, but Andrew kept you rather sheltered so you never knew who they were or the politics of them all.  
Bucky grabs the ketchup and squirts some on your side of the plate and some on his, “no missions today. You know I’m gone for a while when I am.”  
You sigh, because yes you do know he’s gone for a while when he has missions and its usually the longest days or sometimes weeks without him coming in every day.  
You shrug, “I don’t know, there was that time you saved someone from a car explosion on your way here.”  
You smirk as he groans at the mention of his heroics, “that was one time! I can’t believe that even showed on the news.”  
You throw a fry at his face, “I can’t believe I had to find out from the news! You didn’t say a word the entire time you sat here.”  
You laugh as you see a familiar blush creep up from his neck and blooms on his sharp cheeks, “I didn’t think it was a big deal”, he mumbles out.  
Someone walks in through the door, the familiar bell ringing. You walk from behind the counter as they take a seat at a booth. You squeeze Bucky’s shoulder as you pass by and murmur, “everything you do is a big deal to me.”  
You don’t wait for his reply or even a reaction as you head over to the couple talking quietly. You take their order and head over to the back and shout through to Kevin, “hey Kev, you got time for one more food order?”  
He pokes his head from the back, “sure thing”  
You pass him the slip and turn back to Bucky about to say something when a smash comes from the kitchen. You duck. No time to think, your body reacts on instinct, preparing for the worst while try to dodge the inevitable violence that is always directed at you.  
You stay crouched on the floor frozen in place, trapped in your mind at a time when you burned dinner for Andrew, and he threw places and cups all around the kitchen. Curled up on the floor, arms over your head trying to stop any shards from catching your face. You had to pick a few from your arms when he finally calmed down and left to go to the bar.  
Warm hands reach out to hold your face steady. You didn’t know your body was shaking until those hands held your face. So gentle in their touch you know they can’t be Andrew’s. You peek your eyes open and see beautiful, plump lips moving, forming shapes that should come out as words, but you don’t hear anything. Just rushing in your ears.  
It isn’t until your eyes glide up to the steel blue of Bucky’s that you let the air back into your lungs, the roaring subsiding until you hear his quiet murmurs, “you’re here, you’re safe with me. Come back to me.”  
Bucky feels you return to yourself more as your eyes dart around and your hands come to grip his tightly which are still holding your face. You manage a strangled, “I’m sorry” before your throat closes again.  
Bucky shakes his head, “nothing to apologise for.” 
When your whole body stops shaking, Bucky guides you back to a standing position. You glance over the counter, and no one is looking. They had no idea that your whole world suddenly came to a stop. No idea that you practically broke down over a broken plate in the kitchen.  
Bucky pulls your gaze back to his, “you with me?”  
You nod slowly, still not trusting your voice.  
Kevin puts the plates of food down on in the window without even looking before heading back to the kitchen. You reach out, your hands still shaking to take the plates but Bucky captures your hands with his. He links them for a few moments before placing them back at your sides. He takes the plates and heads over to the table you took the order from and delivers them with the fakest smile you’ve ever seen on his face.  
His false cheeriness is what starts to bring you back to yourself as you raise your eyebrows at his return, “why don’t you ever greet me like that?”  
He laughs, his head tipping back as he takes his seat again, “because you’re special.”  
“That’s what you say to all the girls”, you reply.  
And just like that the incident is gone. Not forgotten though, you don’t miss the way Bucky watches you more closely, the corners of his mouth set slightly lower now that he’s reminded of how broken you really are. He doesn’t ask, and you’re grateful for that. You’re not ready to talk about the monster that you try pretending doesn’t exist. But you never forget either.  
Bucky stays with you for the rest of your shift. He stands behind you like a bodyguard as you lock up the diner at one in the morning, just when the clubs really start getting busy. He makes a point to walk you all the way back to your apartment building and you don’t miss the frown he always gives it.  
You bump his arm with your shoulder, “it's not as bad as it looks, you know.” 
His face scrunches up, “if you say so. Still don’t like the thought of leaving you here though.”  
You bump into him again with a small smile, “careful Buck, some people might think you’ve gone soft.” 
You see his mouth twitch upwards as he replies, “only for some people.” 
You stare into the eyes that are staring back at you. You can feel them trying to tell you something, but you can’t quite understand. Or maybe you don’t want to because it doesn’t make sense. Someone like you doesn’t get to be happy, someone like you doesn’t get someone like him. You’ve never been that lucky.  
A horn blare down the street, as people whoop from the windows. It breaks the spell as you both turn to look with a small chuckle.  
“I better get inside, I’m beat.” You tell him as you point to your building.  
Bucky clears his throat, “Uh, yeah, definitely. I might be gone for a couple of days. A few things I need to take care of but I’m back on your day off...fancy hanging out?” 
The question almost trails off, but his stare remains intense. It dries up your throat as you open it and close it like a fish for a few moments.  
“It’s okay if you had plans, I just thought it might be nice to do something outside the diner and-”  
“I’d love to.”  
“And I was thinking we could- wait, really?” He looks to you as if he’s waiting for the punchline and it makes your heart ache.  
You give him a warm smile, “I’d love to do something. Despite being here for a few months, I haven’t seen much of New York so will be nice to get out with someone that knows it well.”  
His face splits in two to let out a huge smile, “Okay...okay, I’ll text you when I’m back?” 
You give him a nod and a shy smile, “yeah, sounds good. Goodnight Bucky.”  
His smile is so wide you don’t think he’ll be able to get any words out, so you turn and walk into your building, only glancing back once the elevator doors open to see him still stood there, smiling.  
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wanda-widow · 3 days
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Plum Croissants With a Side of Sunshine
Private Chef!f!Reader x Avenger!Bucky
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Word Count: 1.2k
Summary: Bucky isn't used to people caring for him, much less being persistent with it because they think he deserves it. It all comes to a halt when Tony decided to hire a private chef who also has everyone's best interest in mind.
Warnings: slight angst, Bucky's kind of an asshole, fluff
18+ MDNI
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Bucky's usual afternoon routine was work out, go for a run, and then go to the kitchen to heat up some leftovers as dinner. Simple, easy, and he was left alone. He liked the familiar routine, the limited interaction. And he was perfectly fine with it staying that way.
What he wasn't perfectly fine with was walking into the kitchen one afternoon to find it packed with agents and his fellow team members, the vast dining table filled with fresh food. He took one look and turned the other way, deciding to eat later when Steve saw him.
"Hey Buck, you gotta try some of these dishes, they're almost heavenly" Steve yelled over thx chatter, waving him over as Bucky sighed wearily, turning around to almost smack into you.
"Ah, sorry" you said sheepishly, the platter of food wobbling in your hand slightly before you steadied it. Setting it on the counter, you turned back to Bucky to take in his full appearance. Shorter hair, piercing blue eyes, light stubble around his jaw. Tall. You offered a small smile up at him.
"I'm Y/N, Tony hired me a couple days ago but I haven't seen you around. You must be Bucky, right?" you said, excited to finally meet the super soldier that the team had been telling you about.
"Yeah, it's Bucky" he responded flatly before walking to the table to get some food, cutting off any further conversation.
You frowned to yourself but decided to not take it personally. Natasha had told you he was closed off especially after the whole deal with the Accords. Not that you could blame him, he had been through enough in one lifetime. You went to go wash the dishes, wondering how you could get the surly soldier to open up to you.
A few days passed with no sight of Bucky but you weren't surprised. It was late one evening when on a whim, you decided to bake. Taking out the ingredients you needed, you hummed some song that was playing on the radio earlier, feeling yourself slip into your comfort zone again.
Bucky was up, as he always was during these late nights. Sleep seemed impossible at times, flashes of blood and chaos invading his mind every time he closed his eyes. Scrubbing a weary hand down his face, he got up and pulled on a pair of sweatpants to get some water.
As he padded to the kitchen, he paused at the sight of you dancing to your own tune in the kitchen, cleaning a couple dishes. The faint scent of a pastry layered with something sweeter enticed him but he shook himself out of the trace.
"Can't sleep?" he asked, voice rough with disuse as he slipped past you to get a glass.
"Oh! Bucky, hi. Uh, something like that. Just had the urge to make something and since I am getting paid to cook, might as well make the most of it" you said softly, stretching as you made your way to the oven.
His eyes followed your movements as you pulled out a steaming rack of croissants, the flaky pasty littered with strays of purple streaks.
"Plum croissants" you explained after seeing his furrowed brow. "Wanna try one? Steve told me you liked plums"
"No" he said flatly but his eyes kept straying back to the dessert. Frustrated, he left the kitchen with his glass of water, leaving you wondering if you had messed up.
However, in the next 2 days, the croissants were gone. Of course, the team could've eaten them but whenever you asked around, they said that they never knew they existed.
You were finishing up the last of the dinner dishes when you heard quiet footsteps behind you, freezing when you turned around.
Raising an eyebrow, you fought back a smile at the sight of Bucky holding the croissant jar against his chest, the container clearly empty.
"You liked my croissants" you stated as he scowled, putting the jar on the counter.
"They were okay" he muttered, glancing away as you held back a giggle, taking the jar to wash it.
"You uh... you like baking?" he asked awkwardly, grabbing a napkin to clean the grooves in his metal arm.
"Yeah... I think it's a little more calming than cooking" you replied after a moment, turning back around to lean against the counter, watching him.
"What." he snapped slightly, avoiding eye contact like a guilty child.
"I can't believe you actually liked the plum croissants" you laughed softly, a bright smile blooming across your face. Bucky didn't trust himself to look at you, at the sunshine you radiated.
Coming around the counter, you slid onto the stool next to him, observing his expression for a moment. Troubled.
"You don't like it when people take care of you?" you asked, genuinely curious.
"Stop prying" he frowned, glancing quickly at you before meticulously focusing on one area of his arm.
"I'll take that as a yes" you hummed, yawning and stretching your arms above your head. "You know it's not a bad thing, people are just looking out for you"
He stayed silent, staring at his arm.
"Bucky?"
"I don't need your pity"
There was a strain in his voice, barely, but it was there.
"Bucky-"
"You're just a fucking chef, what would you know" came his biting reply.
"O-oh. Sorry, I didn't... um, it's late so I'm gonna go to bed" you whispered, the words cutting deeper than you'd like to admit. Sure, you were a chef but you also knew people. Knew how to connect with them.
Bucky watched as you hurried off, wondering why his words felt so wrong after he said it. He could almost feel the dimness of your light, like he sucked it out of you.
It was easy to say he hated himself for it.
It was a week later when you found a brown paper bag placed outside your door. You were oblivious to the pair of eyes watching you, wanting you to open it.
You reached out to get it, a familiar faint sweet smell reaching your nose. Opening it, you saw a somewhat attempted plum croissant and bit the inside of your cheek to stop a laugh.
You glanced around the hall before you spotted him lingering in a corner, watching your reaction. You stood there quietly, waiting for him to say something.
"I'm.... sorry... for lashing out" he finally said, shoulders slumping in defeat as he walked over to where you stood. "I'm not used to people being so insistent on caring about me or going out of their way to make... croissants"
"Thank you for the apology. And the croissant" you said, looking back down at the sad croissant before putting the bag down and wrapping your arms around him.
He paused for a moment, not used to the physical affection before wrapping his arms around you, resting his chin on the top of your head. After a moment, he tilted his head down so that he could nuzzle his nose in your hair.
"Can you make some more croissants though?" came his muffled voice.
"Bucky!" you laughed, slapping his shoulder as he continued hugging you while walking you backwards to the kitchen.
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ahrahrahraha · 5 months
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thewintersoldier111 · 23 days
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Beefy Bucky... I think yes.
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stanningstanhd · 8 months
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THIS is The Most Beautiful Bucky Smut scene I have EVER read in my life.
I’ll link it below for you guys, but stop what you are doing right now and read this.
There are fics that deserve more recognition and then there are stories like the one I just read. I wanted to spread the word to everyone about the most amazing, beautiful, raw, stunning, and alluring sex scene of any Bucky Barnes fanfiction I’ve ever read. Putting Nicholas Sparks, that one fic Possessed, to SHAME.
Like, seriously.
Stop what you are doing right now, and listen to this rant I’m about to go on. This is a well deserved rant.
I recently came across this fic called Take It Back by @allandoflimbo . The fic itself is probably the most underrated piece of art I’ve ever come across on here. To the point where after I read it it blew my mind that some cheaters only had a few hundreds likes, no comments, and some chapters not even in the hundreds, because when I tell you this story is BEAUTIFUL. I mean it with all my heart and soul.
You’ve probably get told a lot by other people go read this fic you’ll love it go read that one and you probably save them for later, but this is a story you do not save for later.
I am telling you right now, if you are reading this post, go goddamn read this heart wrenching and beautiful piece of art. DO IT!
Back to my purpose with this post…this story has a love scene in it. A smut scene. Sex scene, or what ever you prefer to call it. It’s in the core part of this book and so beautifully and perfectly placed. Even reading it alone is just…the amount of emotions, conviction, and goosebumps that will unravel over your body is insane. There are smut scenes in fics that make you hot and bothered, and this one does make you feel that way, but it also does something else to you. You break and heal at once. You cry and smile, you whimper and you have to take deep breaths.
I’m going to quote some of it here for you guys so you have a general idea of what I’m talking about.
The moment leading to the kiss.
There’s slow burns, and then there’s tension of unbelievable thickness, paced out so well that Alandoflimbo captures perfectly. You can tell she poured her heart into leading up to the kiss. That when it finally happens, you feel the same exact emotions they both feel when it happens.
First it’s the dialogue.
“You know why.”
Perfect. Three little words and the reader knows what’s going to happen.
It’s so quiet that the only thing you two can hear is the sound of his breathing, your tiny feet walking, and the distant hum of the refrigerator. You see the muscles in his back tense when you get closer to him, the silence in the room becomes unbearably quiet. It was screaming at you both, it was the answer you both needed in your own way. The silent scream was the phrase he had said moments ago that still lingered in the air like a damn siren. Because you loved him.
You stretch out your fingers flat against his back, making him sigh. The moonlight peeks in through his large window as your hand drags slowly up his back. His breath hitches audibly at the feel of it. His eyes close together again as his right-hand falls against his leg. He rubs his hand there on his jeans. trying to get rid of the nervous sweat that had gathered on the edge of his palm. He can’t breathe.
There’s more, and so much much more before they kiss. And when they do it’s perfect.
And the smut scene…by god. BY FUCKING GOD.
Ten thousand words that would put Nicholas Sparks to shame. That’s right, ten thousand words.
Like I said, I’m still surprised at how unknown this story is because I’m not exaggerating when I say it is the best BuckyxReader fic out there. Please, please read it. This gem deserves all the attention in the world.
If you’re interested in just the sex scene, it’s in Chapter 17 “Our First Dance”. But I would recommend reading the full thing from the beginning if you can. I believe the author also put out a BuckyxOC Version if that’s more your thing.
This story is beautiful. Magnificent. Bravo @allandoflimbo , bravo.
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ohbuckysmetalarm · 2 years
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WITHIN THESE WALLS
Pairing: Roommate!Bucky x reader
Summary: Bucky hears you every night… he’s had enough
Warnings: SMUT [Masturbation (f), Mention of vibrator use, Fingering, Oral (f receiving), Slight cum play, P in V sex, Unprotected sex, Dirty talk, Praise kink, Metal arm kink, Slight size kink, Very brief aftercare]; EXPLICIT LANGUAGE; FRIENDS TO LOVERS
Word Count: 2367
a/n: I actually love roommate!bucky x reader and if you guys want more of this let me know, I will gladly write more!! 😏 Whether that be writing a part two or writing something completely different. I also wanna write a fluffy smut or smutty fluff?? story. Maybe that’ll be in part two if that’s something anyone wants? Anyway, thanks you for the love you’ve given me already!! ❤️❤️
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Another long-ass work day! You work as a secretary for your dad’s big company. You didn’t feel like trying to apply for a job, so when he offered a spot to you, you jumped for joy at the opportunity. It’s not a permanent situation, more something that’ll look good on an application. Little did you know, it’s not a great job. You sit at a desk all day answering phones or greeting people who walk in for a meeting. And on numerous occasions you’ve had people call frustrated about something and you have to try to fix their problem, but they take all their anger out on you. It’s extremely stressful. So when you go home you release that stress the best you can… With a vibrator or your fingers. You’re pretty quiet, if you do say so yourself. You have to be, you share an apartment with one of your closest friends. Turns out tonight you weren’t as quiet as you thought you were…
-BUCKY-
Bucky picks up his phone to see the time and grunts in frustration. Just past midnight. You’ve been going for forty minutes now, from the sound of it you get real close but then you groan in frustration. Bucky smirks to himself. Seems the princess can’t get herself off anymore. He hears you groan out for the third time and then he hears something hit the wall. And then silence before a moan. Bucky moves closer to the shared wall, and thanks to the super hearing he hears the wet sounds your cunt is making. It makes his cock twitch and he brings one of his hands down to palm himself through his shorts.
“Fuck,” he breathes out as he rubs himself. What is she doing to me? He thinks. Bucky needs more, he goes to take his cock out of his shorts and then he hears the greatest thing.
“Oh, Bucky, please!” You moan out loud.
And that’s what does it for him. He quickly pulls back his hand and gets up, making his way to your room.
-Y/N-
Your vibrator didn’t help at all, just made you more needy. Once the vibrator hit the wall you regretted it. Bucky was sleep in the room next to yours.
Bucky. Goddamn, that man can get you going. Those eyes; you wanna see what they look like five shades darker, pupils blown wide. You wanna know if he squeezes them shut when he cums. That mouth; he says the sweetest things, call you the sweetest names, but you’ve heard just how filthy it really is when he brings the occasional one night stand over. Those fingers, especially those metal ones; you wonder how the cool would feel inside your warm pussy. And that’s what riles you back up. You circle your clit and let out a quiet moan. And then you plunge two fingers into your dripping heat.
“Oh, Bucky, please!” You plead into the open space of your room. Not even caring, too lost in the pleasure to think twice about the volume of your voice, to hear your door open, or hear Bucky walk toward your bed.
“Havin’ fun there, sugar?”
Your eyes fly open to see Bucky looking down at you with a smirk on his beautiful face. Curses to whoever made this man so fucking fine.
Your mouth goes dry, and your mind seems to go blank. You keep your fingers stuffed inside of you and you just stare at the god of a man in front of you.
Bucky leans down and takes your fingers out of you, brings them up to his mouth, and sucks them clean.
“Wha- What are y-you doing?”
“Shh. It’s okay.” Bucky grabs the chair by your desk and pulls it to the bed to sit. “I wanna see you make yourself cum, pretty girl.”
Is this a fucking dream? Did you die and go to heaven? What the actual fuck is happening? “I- I don’t-”
Bucky grabs hold of your wrist and leads it to your dripping hole and releases you. “Play with yourself, babygirl. I wanna see you make yourself feel good.”
You slowly enter two fingers inside of you before Bucky grabs hold of your wrist again. “Don’t be greedy. One finger, plum.”
That pet name. It makes you melt. And you whimper. That sound seemed to do something to the super soldier because it causes his breath to hitch.
You slide your index finger into your cunt and let out a shiver. You slowly thrust it in and out, but it’s not enough.
Bucky knows it, “Add another finger, y/n.”
You happily do as he says and slide another finger in.
“Curl your fingers, make yourself feel good. Need to hear those beautiful moans leave those pretty lips.” You do as he says and let out a loud moan. You set a steady rhythm; switching from pumping your fingers in and out of your pussy and massaging your g-spot. You look down to Bucky’s raging hard-on and then look back up to his eyes pleadingly. “What is it, babygirl?”
You let out a whine.
“You gotta use your words,” he smirks.
What are words again? Your brain is too fogged up to understand much of anything, except the instructions Bucky gives you to pleasure yourself. And then it hits you. “I- I wanna see your cock, Bucky. Please!”
“Good girl.” You let out a whine at that and feel yourself become more wet if that’s even possible at this point in time. You speed up your actions and your legs begin to tremble ever so slightly. Bucky smirks at the reaction you give at the praise. “You gonna cum for me, y/n?”
You nod at his words.
“Be a good girl and cum.” And you do, the coil tightening unbelievably tight before snapping, a crazy-intense orgasm rushing over you. You squeeze your eyes shut from the pleasure. A couple minutes pass and then you feel the bed dip with Bucky’s weight. You slowly open you eyes and you’re met with his blue ones in between your legs. You don’t even notice he’s stripped himself of all his clothing. He maintains eye contact with you as he lowers closer and closer to you core.
“Fuck, y/n. You’re so pretty when you cum for me. Can’t wait to taste you.” You can feel his breath hit your heat with every word he says and you just want him to ruin you.
Bucky lowers further till his nose bumps your clit and he’s slurping up all you have to offer him. You tremble from the feeling of his tongue on you. He licks a long stripe from your aching hole to your clit and wraps his lips around the sensitive bud, pulling a loud moan form your throat. And then you feel a cool finger prodding at your entrance and you feel another wave of ecstasy run through you at the thought. The amount of times you’ve fantasized about his metal arm; him choking you, soothing your asscheek after he spanks you for not being his good girl, and last but certainly not the least him fingering you. You want him to fuck you with those fingers so fucking bad and you start to squirm and quietly whimper.
Bucky lets off your clit, and you can feel his hot breath on your pussy. “What is it, babygirl?” He’s still looking into your eyes. Never breaking eye contact.
You throw your head back and let out a moan.
He just chuckles lightly. “That good, huh? Don’t even have to touch you to get you off.”
“Bucky,” your voice comes out broken. And if you weren’t so needy you would have been embarrassed.
“Yes?”
“I- I need you to fuck me with your fingers.”
He brings up his flesh fingers to circle around your entrance. “This what you want, y/n?”
You shake your head.
“What do you want?” He smirks up at you, and you can’t decide if you want to slap him or ride him.
“I want your metal fingers, James. Please, I need it!”
“Good girl.” And with that he plunges two of his metal fingers inside of you and the stretch feels absolutely amazing. “You’re so beautiful stuffed with my fingers, wonder how you’ll look stuffed with my cock.”
You clench around his fingers. It’s better than you imagined. The stark contrast of his cool fingers inside your wet heat has got to be one of the greatest feelings on the planet. When he curls his fingers to hit your g-spot you throw your head back and let out a scream. Bucky’s quick to shift up your body and steal your lips in a searing kiss.
You feel his length on your thigh, and he feels heavy. You break the kiss and look down, the first time you’ve seen him. And, fuck he’s huge. “There’s no way that’s gonna fit.”
“Oh, don’t you worry, pretty girl. We’ll make sure it fits.” Bucky adds a third finger as he places his lips on your yours, and you know you won’t last much longer. Bucky knows you are getting close, he trails his lips down your neck, sucking on your sweet spot and that’s what seems to push you over the edge. You cum around his fingers with a shout of his name.
Bucky slows the pace of his fingers to ride you through your high. Once your breathing slows Bucky gives you a light peck on your lips before slowly sliding his fingers out of your dripping hole.
He sits up so he’s on his knees in between your legs and brings his metal hand down to his cock, using your slick to cover his dick. You whine from the scene in front of you. He slowly pumps himself a few times before lining himself up at your entrance. Bucky looks into your eyes as he slowly enters you inch by inch. The stretch brings a light pain; Bucky is by far the biggest and thickest cock you’ve ever taken. Once he’s bottomed out you both let a moan. “Shit, y/n. You’re so tight and warm. I could stay inside you forever.”
You squeeze your eyes shut from the overwhelming pleasure. “Oh, Bucky. You’re so big! Move, please.”
He slowly pulls almost all the way out, only the head still inside of you before thrusting back in. He hits a spot deep inside you, and you can’t comprehend anything at this point.
“I swear, babygirl. You were made for me. I- fuck- just look at how well you’re takin’ me.”
You look down at where you’re connected and let out a loud, shaky moan, ready to cum just from the sight. Bucky sets a steady pace. Pulling almost all the way out before slamming right back into you.
“You gonna cum, y/n? Gonna be a good girl and cum all over my cock? God, I can feel you clenchin’ me so good.”
“BUCKY!”
“It’s okay, I got you. Cum for me, y/n. Cum.” And just like that the rope inside you snaps and you let out a shout as you cum around Bucky. “Good girl, y/n. You’re so fucking good for me.” He picks up his pace and you become a babbling mess. Telling Bucky to slow down, but at the same time asking for more. “I think you’re gonna take whatever I give you, huh?” He gives a particular harsh thrust.
“Oh, yes. Bucky!”
“We’ll have to see just how far you can go some day.”
If you weren’t so delirious from the pleasure you would have taken a moment to comprehend what he just said. But the way he’s slamming into makes your brain turn to mush.
“Are you gonna be my good girl?”
“Yes, I’ll be your good girl!” You’d be his girl period.
“Look at me, babygirl.”
And you do as he says, his blue eyes making you completely forget about the reality you’re in, too lost in his eyes. He sets a rapid, bruising pace of his hips slamming into yours. He slowly circles your clit with two of his fingers. The difference in the pace of his cock and his fingers makes your legs begin to shake. His thrust grow more erratic and you know he’s close.
You clench around him to draw a grunt from him, wanting nothing more than to see what he looks like when he cums deep inside your cunt.
“I’m gonna cum,” Bucky says breathily.
“I need you to cum, Bucky.”
His hips stutter at your words and he swears he was just seconds away from falling over. You sit up a bit to whisper in his ear, “Cum with me, James.” And that’s what does it for him. You feel the tip of his dick twitch and he burries his cock deep inside you. Hot ropes of cum filling you up. And that triggers yet another orgasm from you. And you know you’ll never feel anything better than that feeling, add that to the moan Bucky lets out in your ear as he burries his face in your neck and your opinion is sealed.
Bucky stays inside you for a few minutes as you both catch your breath and then he slides out of you slowly. He gets up to find a washcloth in the bathroom to clean you up. Once he gets back he notices his cum starting to drip out of you. Bucky is quick to catch it with his fingers and stuff it back inside you.
“God, Bucky! You’re so dirty.” You whine playfully as he wipes you down.
Bucky those the washcloth on your dresser and lays down next to you. “Well, plum, I’m not the one that got caught screaming your name while I pleasure myself.”
You lightly punch his arm. “Shut up, Buck…”
“Whatever you say, babygirl.”
You curl closer into his chest and already feel yourself drifting off. And the last thing you hear before you fall asleep is “I love you, y/n.” And you guessed Bucky thought you were already asleep because he whispered so quietly you almost didn’t hear it.
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halfofmysoulsblog · 4 months
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Hard in my Bucky phase right now. Need a mafia Bucky oneshot and to work on Darkest Desires
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samodivaa · 5 months
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Metal arm kink? Bucky taking a picture during sex? Come on guys, the pollen made him a lil feral...
(the image will be sfw) coming soon
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wanted to confirm it
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povlvr · 2 years
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1 • A New Kind Of Mission | OPERATION: FAKING IT ...? 
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1 • A New Kind Of Mission | OPERATION: FAKING IT …? 
Description: You are summoned to a meeting with Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes & the long suffering PR Executive to present a new kind of mission: Operation: Faking it. Fake dating Bucky Barnes to raise his reputation with the public sounds fun, right?
Pairing: Beefy Bucky Barnes x Female Avenger Reader
Word Count: 3.2k
Warnings: Cute Bucky, swearing.
A/N: I can't believe the response the master list got so thanks for all the likes & follows!! FYI I wanted the presentation above to look as goofy & ridiculous as possible, as though Tony actually sat at a computer tongue out in concentration drawing tiny hearts around Bucky.
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‘Could you repeat that again from the top Tony?’ you glanced at the shy super soldier to you left expecting a similar annoyance that you were feeling to be reflected back at you, if anyone looked like they wanted the floor to open up & swallow them whole it was him & quite frankly you were ready to jump in there with him because you were convinced you had entered a parallel dimension before you were summoned into this meeting; that is the only explanation.
You didn’t even give Tony the chance to open his mouth, holding your finger up to shush him as you began summarising the tomfoolery that had just been presented to you.
‘You are concerned about the image of the team, specifically public opinion of Sargent Barnes, the man whom I might add saves the world on the regular & has jumped through hoop after hoop to appease the government & public, so the only way, literally the only strategy a so-called ‘genius’ with a powerhouse of a PR team behind him can come up with is to stage a romance between said super soldier & myself? Did I get everything there? Encompassed your PowerPoint presentation you worked so tirelessly on, clip-art hearts & everything?’ 
‘You seem to have grasped the basic concept of ‘Operation: Faking It’ & also thank you for noticing the hearts.’ Tony cockily boasted; you loved Tony, you really did, but even this was trying your patience.
After giving yourself a moment to gather your thoughts, including a exagerrated irritated breath release & nose bridge pinch you were ready to verbally rearrange his insides, when in doubt point out a man’s stupidity & misogyny aka the Romanoff technique.
‘Again, it’s not quite adding up for me because you’re telling me that all the years I have been working my ass off to be in the position I am was leading up to the moment where I have basically been told my sole use in the team is to fake a relationship so that the public, who are complete morons by the way will like a man who was a prisoner of war, tortured & brainwashed for 70 years?’
You caught the smirk on Bucky’s face out the corner of your eye, you knew he would enjoy witnessing Tony Stark being firmly put in his place & you hoped he didn’t think your reluctance to participate was anything to do with him. 
Tony’s offended face & fake pearl clutching almost broke your composure ‘Don’t twist our words kid, you know you’re a valued member of the team & everyone’s favourite Avenger.’
‘Then why was I asked? Why me? You could have chosen Natasha? Hell, you could have actually thought outside the box & suggested Steve, Sam, Thor? You know be an ally & get the LGBTQ+ community behind this.’ Yours & Tony’s silent battle of raising a brow to each other was swiftly interrupted by the ‘expert’ PR Exec.
‘You were chosen because your image with the public is solid across the board which will intern lift Sargent Barnes’ & the market research concluded that the idea of two assassins together would make the public nervous.’ 
‘Ex assassins’ you & Bucky corrected in tandem between gritted teeth. If looks could kill she would have been dust from the scowl you gave her.
Tony was quick to lower the tension, knowing you were a hair's breadth away from walking out, ‘Plus you’re his type & Thor doesn’t look like he’d snuggle up to Barnes quite as adorably as you would for the cameras.’
‘Would people even buy it?’ the whole time the ridiculous proposal was being presented you couldn’t help thinking that the public wouldn’t even fall for it?
‘If you make it convincing enough they will, public dates, hand holding, glancing into each other’s eyes, bit of PDA, under the jumper action around the city.’
‘Thin ice tony’ You warned. A wave of humiliation overcame you at having to ask the question & address the elephant in the room. ‘What I was implying is that Sargent Barnes is a 10. I am … well not, would they even believe he’d date me?’
Tony’s face fell at your comment & you could see Bucky’s expression of confusion in your peripherals, normally you’d explain a modern term to him but this one he could remain clueless about, the last thing he needed to hear was that you thought he was a 10.
You were confident enough when it came to guys, but Bucky wasn’t any other guy, he was probably the prettiest man you’d ever laid eyes on, he was huge & had a hell of a stare on him but was so soft once you got to know him, you’d become friends since your arrival in the tower. You never thought of him as more than a friend, he could do date anyone he set eyes on, like someone supermodel levels of hot so never thought of him as more than a friend.
Tony looked at you with the sincerest face you’d ever seen on him, ‘You’re an 11 kid.’ 
As much as you appreciated the gesture & threw him a little wink of thanks you were still completely unconvinced this was going to work.
‘Whilst I commend the work that went into the presentation, I’m not sure going for a coffee & dinner is going to get anyone talking.’ 
‘Well, there’s a little more to it than that.’ Tony stated like he was pointing out the obvious that this stuff is rife in the entertainment industry.
‘We hire a photographer & leak some pictures to the press for your coffee date, it will drum up some attention for the gossip sites & then fan attention with social media will do the leg work to get you noticed in the wider news circuit.’ 
‘So, you’re almost encouraging strangers to spy on us, that’s a bit of an ick for me Tony.’
‘You’ll be safe with Tin Man over there.’ He assured.
‘I know I will be, but who’s to say that when I’m on my own I will be safe if people are reporting my location to Deuxmoi every day, where I hang out, my schedule.’ You shuddered at the thought, yeah you could handle yourself but the idea of looking over your shoulder constantly wasn't appealing.
‘Tony, I’m not putting her in danger just to score points.’ Bucky warned, he’s a man of few words but when he does speak everyone in the room pays attention at his deep gravelly voice, you couldn’t help noticing the way his jaw was clenching.
‘Ok, if you agree to this then switch it up, go to a new coffee place, bakery, book shop etc just whilst we’re running the campaign. Oh & it’s probably best you both temporarily re-locate to the tower too, just to prevent any potential for people following you home. I’ve already set up the arrangements on the assumption you agree.’
The very quiet PR chimed in. ‘It’s not that we expect crazy fans to show up at your door, we just expect the media focus to be intense at the start & you really don’t want them chasing after you home.’
‘Enough Tony, she’s not uprooting her whole life, putting herself in danger for me & my mistakes, all to prove to people I’m no longer a psycho killer.’
You reached across to squeeze his arm, he wasn’t huge on physical touch but you both needed grounding to keep this meeting from boiling over, you spoke to him earnestly ‘They weren’t your mistakes Bucky.’ Before turning back to Tony ‘if and it’s a big IF I do this then relocating to the tower is a sensible option I guess, I’d have a list of demands though & so will Bucky.’
‘I expect nothing less kid. Look, it will be initially coffee, dinner, a bit of social media interaction, attend a party or Gala nothing taxing & nothing you don’t already do as friends, so just hold hands, stand closer to one another & the gossip sites will put two & two together & write about you. Then we’ll reassess in a month to see how it’s going & if it’s worth continuing etc. Think it over & we’ll reconvene tomorrow.’
‘Ok but how does it end? It can’t go on forever, what if one of us meets someone, we’ll eventually start seeing other people for real, I mean a girl has needs Tony.’ Bucky’s stomach weirdly dropped at the thought of something not even real ending, then couldn’t get his mind off you at your other concern.
‘Easy tiger, it’s simple, a ‘close source’ will tell a reputable publication that you work better as friends & decided to call it a day. You both get out of it your reputation intact & Bucky’s elevated if all goes to plan.’
You let out a breath & rubbed your face trying to keep your mind from going into overdrive, ‘Ok, can Bucky & I use the room to talk it over & decide if we want to do it?’
‘Sure you can Kiddo, oh … and no missions whilst this is going on, k byeee’ 
As the eccentric billionaire swanned out the office in style with the PR exec on his tail you turned to the Super Solider on your left, you couldn’t help but laugh at his expression, it was a mix between being perplexed by the situation & angry about being benched.
‘So, no missions aside, what do you think about all this?’
He couldn't quite look you in the eyes as he gathered his thoughts, ‘I think … I’m mainly embarrassed that I’m 107 years old & being made to stage a romance so that strangers on the internet will like me more & that you of all people are being dragged into it.’ A little sad smile graced his face before his customary scowl returned.
‘I get it, modern times suck I bet, but there will be more than just strangers paying attention. It’s laughable that they didn’t lead with appeasing the higher ups which could intern give you more freedom & less scrutiny seeing you as a ‘functioning’ person. I would have agreed to it in a second had that been mentioned, if you were comfortable with it, of course.’
‘But why are you so willing to help? It’s a lot to ask of you to put your life on hold, move & then the fake dating thing.’
‘Helping out a friend is reason enough. Plus, think about it, we won’t have to cook, clean or do laundry for like a month if we’re living in the tower, it will be like a vacation & Tony will give us whatever we want.’ You wiggled your brows coming up with a list in your head of ridiculous items you could ask Tony for as the Super Solider shook his head chuckling at you.
‘I only need a bed.’
‘Where’s the fun in that Bucky? We could be outrageous I’m thinking new car, a puppy, cinema room in my apartment, unlimited ice cream, a unicorn.’ You checked off your fingers at every wild thing running through your imagination.
He raised his brows trying to stifle a laugh at your ridiculous list, ‘you do realise unicorns are mythical beings, don’t you?’
‘Hey if anyone can get me a Unicorn, it’s Tony Stark.’
‘And a puppy? You are an actual puppy you couldn’t handle one on your own.’ 
‘Yeah, a puppy, why not? You can be their Papa. We could take him on walks around the city, the beach, oh my god we can set him up an Instagram account & all wear matching outfits in our pictures. It’ll be so freaking cute.’ You were practically bouncing on your chair. 
Bucky being the voice of reason wanted you to think this over a bit more, ‘Don’t get your hopes up Doll, Tony hasn’t agreed to it yet, what about missions? Who will look after him? What about this when it’s all over, we won’t be living in the tower, so I won’t see him.’ He looked so sad saying that & you knew you had him wrapped around your finger, no one can say no to you.
‘You could come over & see him whenever you like or us come to yours, we’ll share, he’ll be ours. Tony can’t say no to me, he thinks he can, but I just need to flash him some fluttery lashes & he would sign over Stark Industries to me, so me asking for a puppy is showing him mercy, trust me, the puppy is ours. Fury will love him, did you know Fury loves dogs, he has two, I'm not supposed to say what kind, if anyone asks they are Dobermann's ... they're actually Pomeranian's, white little fluffy things. I bet we’ll have so many people fighting to look after him when we’re on missions.’
Bucky couldn’t help being swept up in the imaginary scenario of you sharing a dog with him, despite him knowing it was a terrible idea & all the horror scenarios his brain conjured at the thought he nodded his head at you. His therapist would be proud of him choosing the path that leads to potential happiness instead of the safe miserable one he usually went for despite it being reckless & not thought out in the slightest. Who was he kidding, he couldn’t say no to you.
‘Ok so the puppy is on the list’ he conceded, ‘But, do you actually need a new car?’ You beamed at him agreeing to the puppy so easily, you should use your powers of persuasion for evil if the hero life didn’t work out for you, you thought.
You shrugged your shoulders trying to justify the request knowing Tony would expect a valid argument presented to him to justify the cost, ‘Nope, I never drive but you just never know when you’ll need a ride so it’s handy to have, ya know?’ You argued.
‘Where are you going to keep the car, does your apartment have a parking garage?’ 
‘No, it does not. I could keep it at the tower, yeah Tony will let me.’ You nodded trying to convince him with your smug smile & challenging eye contact.
He looked at you amused knowing you would fold at his next logical question, ‘So, you’d have to travel to the tower to then travel somewhere else?’
‘I see your point.’ Ok, so you couldn’t win every battle & you really didn’t think the car through in fairness, it just sounded so fun to be able to go on rides in the middle of the night to McDonalds without anyone from Uber judging your eating habits.
‘How about if you need a ride you call me & I’ll take you, I’ve got my bike or my car if the puppy is with you.’
‘Sweet. I guess it lowers my chance of being kidnapped by an Uber driver.’ You grinned at him, he’d learn to regret that offer, you really did get on with Bucky & he seemed comfortable with you, he tended to keep you in check & according to Tony ‘within the atmosphere of reality’ when your enthusiasm or imagination ran riot, so you knew this would be a fairly simple assignment for you both.
‘hmmm what else could we get?’ you said thinking out loud, your fingers drumming on your chin as you pondered what else to ask for.
‘Like I said, having a bed, you & a puppy seems a good deal.’ You let his words sink in because he would be stuttering in no time at the gaff, oh his sweet innocent 1940’s mind.
‘What I mean Is …’ Bucky stuttered, he was such a gentleman that any accidental innuendo or double meaning took him a second to register & then a flood of embarrassment would hit him, it was incredibly cute really.
‘I got what you meant, don’t have a coronary. What about a cabin in the woods, co-ownership? We can take road trips, swim in a lake, see baby deer, build a fire. Oh, the puppy will love it, we need to think of a name for them, we can get matching Kagools.’ You quickly clapped your hands in excitement, you wanted a rainy forest & warm cabin covered in blankets & all snuggling up in front of the fire.
Bucky chuckled at you knowing there was no talking you out of something once you’d painted that picture in your head, ‘Whatever you want Bambi. Just make a list & see what you can get away with I say.’ He chuckled.
You blushed at the nickname, you needed to think of a woodland related one for him. ‘So, we’re doing this? Coffee, dinner dates, bit of insta flirting?’ 
‘Sounds like we are, no idea what insta flirting is though.’ He admitted shyly.
You smiled warmly at him, ‘I’ll teach ya.’ He couldn’t help reaching out for your hand & bringing it to his mouth, he didn’t understand why you were always so kind & understanding towards him, he always enjoyed spending time with you so to have an excuse to be in your vicinity whenever he wanted felt like it was his lucky day.
You winked as his lips touched your knuckles gently, ‘That’s the spirit.’ 
‘Hey, that was genuine.’ He faked scowled at you as he unlinked your fingers.
‘Oh, Sorry.’ You blushed at his gesture & that him being sweet came from a real place, you reached out to him & placed a kiss on his cheek. 
‘So we’re doing this.’ You smiled at him & Bucky found himself reflecting it on his own, he would even go so far as to say he was looking forward to the next month.
As you made your way home to pack up your belongings & spend one final night in your apartment you couldn’t help but be excited for what was to come, yes for the puppy but Bucky being there with you too, he was a good guy & needed pushing to leave his house when he wasn’t on missions. He had once told you that living his life as a free man was stressful, he’d missed out on so much, having been held captive for so long he found the choices of what to do & where to go overwhelming at times so just stayed home. You always hated the thought of him alone, so having a little family tied together with a puppy would be good for him, who cares about the PR bullshit you thought.
The next day you both crossed the T’s & dotted the I’s & laid out the final plan & agreements with Tony & Rachel the ‘PR wizard', you’d snitch on Tony to Dr Strange at a later date for the ridiculous title he gave her. 
So, you didn’t end up getting the blue whale on your list, you compromised graciously with a whale watching trip, a trip to Wakanda to see Bucky’s goats, use of Tony’s log cabin in the woods whenever you liked, a puppy & unlimited Ben & Jerry’s for life for both you & the super soldier, quite frankly it seemed like a sweet deal. 
Bucky quietly admired your strength in arguing every crazy demand & saw Tony almost working out how he could get you a blue whale at one point before you relented to common sense once Bucky had managed to talked you down but mostly he loved seeing the sheer joy on your face at every yes from Tony, immediately turning to him with a wink, he knew that the next month or so would be filled with your unwavering enthusiasm for every event & would hopefully let him experience some of it through you, it was just a few dates & pictures with a friend, nothing more, right? 
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I’m an absolute sucker for sexy Bucky. Fuckin’ hot and damn well knows it  Bucky. Lowkey, flirty and smooth as fuck Bucky. Cocky bucky.  No thoughts, just imagine a couple of drinks in and you are absolutely feeling yourself because you look amazing. You’re fine as hell. Gorgeous. You lock eyes with that pretty stranger whose been watching you all night, his blue eyes locked on your hips each time you sway. Doesn’t take long for you to feel his hands around you hips, pulling you close, chest pressed against your back, his lips tickling your ear. 
“You’ve been teasin’ me all night, doll” He whispers, smirking when you press your ass back on him, his hips moving with yours, catching you off guard. His body moves in a tandem with yours, sexy and dirty, giving the club a show while lost in your own world. He’s a shy and broody person until he gets his hands on something he likes and you’ve brought out a side in him he didn’t know existed. 
“You sure about that” you tease, gasping when his bulge pushes and grinds against your harder. 
“What do you think” He smirks against your neck, rutting his hips up once more so you feel the effect you have over him, his large hands splayed on your body, keeping you all just for him the entire time. You sing the words along with the song, the bass making your heart throb, your panties soaked with the scent of his cologne. 
Do I make you horny baby You whisper in his ear, his eyes darkening, gripping your hips tighter. 
It doesn’t take long for him to sweep you out of the club, hailing a club to hightail it to his place. Your clothes are thrown off piece by piece into the hall, leaving you both naked as hell once you land on his bed with just his dog tags around his neck. His metal arm makes you drool with a mix of admiration and excitement. You knew exactly who he was and how the fuck was he prettier in person. 
“You’re dangerous doll” he growls, rubbing his weeping tip through your dripping cunt, pressing against your entrance. Neither of you waste any time, feeling way too hot and heavy, desperate to just tear each other apart in the most primal and lustful way. “You’re such a pretty little thing but m’gonna fuck you like a dirty little whore” 
“Fuck me-OH GOD” You cry out when he slams into you, setting a brutal pace, making the headboard slam against the wall. He grips onto it, bringing his knee higher to get a deeper angle, your tight pussy struggling to take all of him as he slips in and out. “SO-GOOD” 
“Yeah bunny? Feel good?” He lets out a dark chuckle, the metal tags hitting your chin with each thrust, letting him use your body as his own personal fuck doll. “Don’t think I'll be able to hold back with you pretty girl” 
“U-Use me Sargent” You plead, bringing your legs higher, wrapping around his waist. 
“That’s it, such a good girl” He growled, his eyes rolling back a your arousal soaking his length, squirting out of you each time he went deeper, “My nasty girl” 
He manhandled you into different positions, no giving a fuck about the neighbors. He yanked you off he bed, keeping his cock in you, pressing you against the wall with no effort, fucking you hard and fast like you were nothing more than a cocksleeve. 
“Dancing on me like you’ve never had cock, grinding on me with those fuck me eyes, you wanted this, huh baby” 
“Wan-wanted it!” You wailed, nodding while he fucked you dumb, smirking at the way your jaw hung slack, unable to formulate words. 
“So cute when you’re dumb with my cock in you baby, I could get used to this” 
Something about those words made your stomach flip, thinking about doing this again. Your train of thought was short lived when he moved to the floor to fuck you dirty and nasty, his eyes feral as his hips snapped forward. He went at it all night while you took it, drunk off pleasure, the both of you cumming until the room was drenched with the scent of sex. 
He’s so dirty when he cums, moaning and panting, giving you his spend for minutes on end. He pumps you full, using your mouth for when he doesn’t stop leaking, not wanting you to waste a drop. 
You scream till your vocal chords are fried, your pussy too sore to even close your legs. You barely notice the cool cloth he wipes you down with, humming softly when you feel him wrap his arms around your trembling body and pulling the covers up. 
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“Mornin’ sunshine” He drawls out in hat deep, raspy voice, eyes still closed while his cool metal finger traces down your spine. He doesn’t do this often and he certainly never lets anyone spend the night but for some reason he’s reluctant to let you go that easily. You’re so warm and soft and he’s not done with cuddling you; a couple more hours wouldn't hurt. Maybe a coffee. Or dinner. 
“Morning soldier” You whisper, feeling a shiver as he presses his soft lips against your bare shoulder, pulling you closer to his chest before softly snoring again. It doesn’t seem like either of you have any plans on getting up soon and you’re both perfectly okay with that. 
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Past Connections || B.Barnes
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Summary: Just a simple story where CEO Bucky meets his ex-girlfriend.
Character: CEO Bucky x ex-girlfriend!Reader
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A/N: I'm sorry if it's not good. I have writer's block again. Or perhaps it's because I'm too tired after coming back from my hometown.
Please leave a comment or reblog to motivate me again. 🥺🙏🏻
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As Bucky sat inside the office room, his attention was laser-focused on the document in front of him. No one dared to disturb Bucky's concentration until the intrusive ringing of his phone shattered the silence of the room.
Bucky's phone rang, and he glanced at the caller ID, recognizing it as Steve's number. "Hey, Steve," he answered, his tone already conveying his readiness to help.
"Hey, Bucky, sorry to bother you, but I need a huge favor," Steve's voice sounded strained over the line.
"No problem, what's up?" Bucky replied, concern creeping into his voice.
"It's Peggy. She went into labor earlier than expected, and I'm stuck at the hospital with her. Can you pick up Mark from school for me?" Steve explained quickly, his words punctuated by background hospital noises.
Bucky's instinct to help his friend kicked in immediately. "Of course, Steve, don't worry about it. I'll head over to the school right now," he reassured him, already mentally rearranging his schedule.
But just as he was about to end the call, Steve's voice hurriedly added, "Oh, and one more thing, Bucky. Mark got into a bit of trouble at school. His homeroom teacher wants to meet with his guardian or parents."
Bucky's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the additional information. "Trouble? What happened?" he inquired, concern lacing his tone.
Steve sighed heavily on the other end of the line. "It's nothing serious, just a small incident in class. But the teacher insists on speaking with someone responsible," he explained, his words slightly muffled by the background hospital noises.
Bucky nodded, already mentally preparing himself for the unexpected turn of events. "Got it. I'll take care of Mark and meet with his teacher," he assured Steve, determination firm in his voice.
He ended the call and gathered his things to head out, Bucky couldn't help but wonder what kind of trouble his nephew had gotten himself into this time.
As Bucky found himself navigating the chaotic world of elementary school pickups, he couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation.
Elementary school was the last place he ever thought he'd find himself, especially after pulling consecutive all-nighters at the office. With dark circles under his eyes and a caffeine-induced jitteriness that threatened to rival a squirrel on espresso, Bucky wondered if he'd accidentally stumbled into a parallel universe.
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As Bucky stepped into Mark's classroom, he heard a gentle female voice emanating from the front of the room. The sound was oddly familiar, tugging at his memories.
His heart skipped a beat when he realized the source of the voice – it was you, Mark's teacher, and his former girlfriend.
You looked up from your desk, your eyes widening in surprise as you recognized Bucky standing in the doorway. "Bucky?" you exclaimed, momentarily taken aback by his unexpected appearance.
Bucky's expression softened as he met your gaze. "Hey," he greeted, a mixture of emotions flickering across his face. "It's been a while."
You nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips. "Yeah, it has," you agreed, motioning for him to come closer. "Come on in. Take a seat."
As Bucky made his way to an empty desk, you couldn't help but feel a rush of nostalgia at the sight of him. "So, um, what brings you here?" you asked, trying to break the awkward tension that hung in the air.
Bucky shifted in his seat, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks. "Steve asked me to pick up Mark," he explained, glancing over at the young boy who was engrossed in his coloring book.
You nodded understandingly. "Ah, I see. Well, it's good to see you," you said sincerely, reaching out to shake his hand. "I'm glad you stopped by."
Bucky returned the handshake, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, me too," he admitted, feeling a sense of warmth wash over him in your presence.
Bucky cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "So, uh, Mark is in trouble?" he asked. Not forgettingthe reason why he came here.
"You know," you began, correcting Bucky gently, "there was an incident, but it wasn't caused by Mark. It was the other kid." Your gaze shifted to Mark, who seemed to shrink under your scrutiny, a tinge of guilt evident in his expression. "Mark helped his classmates, but in a unique way."
Bucky felt a flutter in his chest as he caught sight of your smile, a familiar warmth washing over him at the sight of you. "What happened, Mark?" he prompted, turning his attention to the young boy.
Mark let out a huff, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "These kids who are taller than my classmate Candy, they were bullying her. Making fun of her missing tooth. It wasn't nice," he explained, his voice tinged with indignation. "So, I..." he trailed off, a hint of hesitation in his tone.
"Go on," Bucky encouraged gently, sensing the weight of the situation.
Mark squared his shoulders, his gaze meeting Bucky's. "I pushed down the bookshelf to the ground," he admitted, his words hanging in the air like a heavy cloud. "It made everyone shocked. I didn't want to fight them because it would make things worse. If I fought them, they might lose their front teeth like Candy too." Mark's voice wavered slightly as he recounted the events.
Bucky nodded, a sense of pride swelling within him. "Good job, Mark," he praised, offering the boy a reassuring smile.
You watched the exchange between Bucky and Mark, a mixture of curiosity and admiration flickering in your eyes.
Bucky gently ruffled Mark's hair, a fond smile gracing his lips. "You're not wrong, kiddo," he replied warmly. "I'll make sure to tell your dad the whole story."
Mark's expression softened with relief. "Thank you, Uncle Bucky," he said gratefully, his eyes shining with genuine appreciation.
Bucky nodded, giving Mark's shoulder a reassuring squeeze before turning to you. "Wait in my car, Mark. I want to have a private chat with your teacher," he instructed, his tone firm yet gentle.
As Mark obediently made his way out of the classroom, Bucky turned back to you, a serious expression replacing his previous warmth. "I need to talk to you about Mark," he began, his voice low and earnest. "It seems like he's been through some changes since I last saw him, and I want to make sure he's on the right path."
You nodded, your own concern mirrored in your eyes. "Of course, Bucky. Let's talk," you agreed, gesturing for him to take a seat at one of the desks.
Bucky leaned forward slightly, his brow furrowed with concern. "Mark's father admitted to me that he hasn't been giving enough attention to Mark since his mother got pregnant with their second child," he confessed, his voice tinged with regret. "I'm worried about how it's been affecting him."
You shook your head sympathetically, a frown creasing your forehead. "That's tough," you sighed, your heart going out to the young boy. "But from what I've seen, Mark is a good kid. In fact, he's been telling everyone how excited he is to meet his baby sister."
A sense of relief washed over Bucky at your words, a weight lifting off his shoulders. "Really?" he asked, a hint of surprise coloring his voice.
You nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips. "Yeah, he's been talking about her non-stop. It's clear that he cares about his family," you assured him, your tone softening with empathy.
Bucky's expression softened as he absorbed your reassurance, a sense of gratitude filling him. "Thanks for letting me know," he said sincerely, feeling a renewed sense of hope for Mark's well-being.
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Bucky leaned back in his seat, his gaze lingering on you with a mixture of concern and curiosity. "By the way, how have you been doing?" he asked, his voice softening as he searched your eyes for a glimpse of the life you'd been leading since their breakup.
You met his gaze, a hint of nostalgia flickering in your eyes. "I've been keeping busy," you replied, a wistful smile touching your lips. "After we went our separate ways, I decided to travel the world and teach wherever I could."
Bucky nodded, a sense of admiration mingling with the lingering affection he felt for you. "That sounds amazing," he remarked, genuine interest coloring his tone. "Meanwhile, I've been knee-deep in the world of IT, trying to keep up with the latest tech trends."
You nodded sympathetically, understanding the demands of his career. "Sounds like a handful," you commented, a note of empathy in your tone. "But knowing you, I'm sure you're killing it."
Your gaze couldn't help but linger on the pronounced bags under his eyes, a stark reminder of his relentless dedication to work. You remembered all too well how his workaholic tendencies had driven a wedge between the two of you, one of the reasons for your breakup.
Unable to ignore the concern gnawing at your heart, you gently reached out to Bucky, your voice soft with worry. "Bucky, you really need to get some sleep," you urged, your eyes reflecting genuine concern for his well-being.
Bucky let out a tired chuckle, his exhaustion evident in the lines etched on his face. "You're one of the closest people who could give me an order," he admitted with a weary smile, acknowledging the bond that still lingered between them despite the passage of time.
You watched him with a mixture of fondness and concern, you couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for the man sitting before you.
As Bucky lingered in the classroom, enjoying the easy banter with you, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that he should probably head back to the car where Mark was waiting.
With a reluctant sigh, he finally stood up from his seat, a small smile lingering on his lips. "Well, it's been great catching up with you," he said, his tone tinged with regret as he prepared to say goodbye.
You returned his smile, a hint of mischief glinting in your eyes. "Likewise. Don't be a stranger," you replied, a playful glimmer in your voice.
As Bucky made his way out of the classroom and back to the car, he found Mark waiting with his arms crossed, a knowing look on his face. "You like my teacher?" the young boy quipped, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
Mark shrugged, his expression innocent. "Dad said whenever a woman gets near you, you'll walk away. But you stayed a while with my teacher," he pointed out, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
Bucky couldn't help but chuckle at Mark's observation, ruffling the boy's hair affectionately. "Just call me whenever you get into trouble, okay?" he said, trying to steer the conversation away from his own embarrassment.
Mark narrowed his eyes, a playful smirk spreading across his face. "Uncle Bucky, you're using me to meet my teacher," he teased, enjoying the upper hand in the situation.
Bucky chuckled, unable to deny Mark's astute observation. "Hmm, maybe just a little," he conceded, shooting Mark a knowing look.
"I won't be a troublemaker anymore. I'm a good kid. I want to be the best big brother to my sister," Mark declared proudly, his determination shining through.
Bucky nodded, a sense of pride swelling within him at Mark's sincerity. "I know you are, kiddo," he replied, feeling a surge of affection for the young boy.
Since that day, Bucky offered himself to pick up Mark after school as an excuse to meet you again.
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jamie-leah · 2 months
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Lifeline Pt 2
Bucky x Reader
Series
Summary: You have a past that you're running from and maybe Bucky can be the lifeline you had no idea you were searching for.
Word Count: 1,690
Warnings: Injury descriptions, Hints to domestic abuse, rusty writing
A/N: Looks like I'm turning this into a series? Not sure how long it'll be but hope you enjoy either way!
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Every night that Bucky was gone you dreamt of him. It was a welcome change to the nightmares that usually plagued you. But ever since he asked you out and you saw that smile as the elevator doors closed, you could not get him out of your mind.  
It was dangerous, of course. You knew this. If Andrew cropped up, you knew you’d have to up and leave all over again and that would mean leaving Bucky behind too. Your heart doesn’t care. It still flutters at the just the thought of him.  
The next three days were pure torture. The bell would ring, and you would glance with a hopefulness that you hadn’t felt since you were a kid.  
At the end of the fourth day, that hope had very quickly faded, and you started to wonder if Bucky had changed his mind and just didn’t know how to tell you or even face you again. You knew you should never have gotten your hopes up. No one had looked twice at you since you ran from Andrew and that was the way it had to be.  
You jab the key into the lock and twist with a little more force than necessary. Yanking the metal out and turning as you hear a deep voice, “hey you”. 
A scream tears from your throat unbidden. You throw the keys at the dark shape in front of you, but your feet are frozen in place. Your heart knocks so hard against your ribs you’re afraid they may crack.  
“Hey, hey, it's just me, Bucky. I thought you would have heard me coming. I’m sorry.” Your eyes focus, zeroing in on the hands lifted in surrender. They travel up black clothes to the eyes you’ve been dreaming about every night since he left.  
You sigh in relief and gasp in quick succession as you spot the split lip and blood dribbling down the side of his face from a cut above his eyebrow.  
You rush over to him, gripping his face gently, “what the hell happened? Are you okay? Do you know you’re bleeding?” The words all come out in a rush.  
You stop your examination of his face when Bucky doesn’t speak. Finding his eyes once more, wide and looking at you. You’re not sure what emotion you’re seeing taking shape across his features but you’re suddenly aware that you’re still holding Bucky’s face.  
You pull them away like you were just burnt by fire, mumbling a quick “sorry”.  
Bucky visibly swallows, “don’t be.”  
The silence that follows is thick with so many emotions that are too hard to decipher, you’re grateful when Bucky clears his throat, “I’m sorry for scaring you. I’m also sorry for coming here looking like this. I just- I thought- I just had to see you.”  
You watch the blood trickle slowly down his sharp face, “when did you get back?”  
Bucky shrugs, “about twenty minutes ago.”  
You shake your head, “I thought you had a medical bay in the tower?” 
“I had to get out of there”, his voice as soft as the wind swirling in the air. You see the pain. The darkness the same shade as yours behind his eyes.  
You take his hand and grip it tight, tethering him to you like he’s a balloon that might disappear into the atmosphere without you. “Come on, let's get you cleaned up.”  
He follows without complaint, your steps falling into the synch around the bustle of night life starting to rage in the city.  
When you make it to your building neither of you say anything. When you step into the lift, neither of you say anything. And as you let go of Bucky’s hand to fish the keys out of your pocket to open the front door, you still say nothing.  
You walk in, leaving the door open as a silent invitation heading straight for the coffee machine. You grab two mugs out of the cupboard in the kitchen and place them ready as you march into the bathroom for your first aid kit.  
When you arrive back in the kitchen, you find Bucky at the table staring at his hands. He doesn’t look up.  
You pour the coffee into the mugs and set them down on the table along with the first aid kit. Rounding the side to stand next to Bucky, you wait. You wait for him to notice that you’re waiting for him to turn to you. When he finally does, he looks almost lost.  
You think you hear him mumble an apology, but you ignore it and instead nudge his knees. He opens his legs wider for you to step into closer. Despite the reason you’re so close to him, you can’t help but think about how good he smells.  
You get to work, keeping your movements light and gentle as you clean and dress his wounds as best as you can.  
“You look like you know your way around a first aid kit.” Bucky whispers the words, but they ring in your ears.  
You can hear what he’s implying or trying to dig for. It’s as close to saying it as either of you have come over the last few weeks. But now isn’t the time to confess to the darkness inside you or show Bucky just how broken you are.  
“Lucky for you”, you chuckle and brush the comment off.  
You finish up, closing the box up and gathering the used materials in one stop to throw away. You reluctantly step backwards just as Bucky grips your hands in his, “thank you for...”, he trails off not knowing how to tell you all he’s grateful for.  
You squeeze his hands, “anytime. Now don’t let your coffee go cold.”  
Bucky’s mouth quirks, letting you go to reach for his mug. You clear the table and sit opposite him, sipping from your own, “do you want to talk about it?”, you ask.  
“I’m afraid.” He replies.  
You frown at the man in front of you. The type of man that doesn’t seem to be afraid of much but maybe himself. You wonder what possibly could have happened on this mission to put him all out of sorts.  
“Why are you afraid?” 
Bucky’s eyes eventually find yours, almost hooded from their position, guarded, “I’m afraid to tell you about this part of my life. I’m afraid to show you how violent I can be. I’m afraid that once you know how much of a monster I am, you’ll disappear.”  
Your breath stutters. You could never see Bucky as a violent man. He was always too aware of himself and others to be violent. His natural instinct is to protect, you’ve seen it. Violence was not his choice; it has always been thrust upon him.  
Of course, you did your research after you knew who he was. You had to. That was called being smart in the position you found yourself him. You did not have the luxury to trust people and the masks they show you. And despite reading Bucky’s crimes, they were committed by someone that seems separate to the man sat at your kitchen table.  
He was tortured and manipulated for decades. In fact, you understood in your own way. Andrew manipulated you; he used tactics straight out of the 101 guides to being an abuser book to get you to do what he wanted. You cut off friends and family, you gave him nearly every penny and eventually every inch of yourself to him. And while it is nowhere near on the same scale as Bucky, you understand in a twisted sense.  
You shake your head, “I don’t think you could ever scare me, Bucky. I’ve seen monsters inside the suits of men. I know the difference between necessary violence and violence born from pleasure. You could never be anyone but the man that buys fries only to make sure that I’ve eaten something that day. The man that turns into a waiter when I’m too busy having a meltdown. The man that walks me home to make sure I’m safe. So, tell me or don’t tell me but it’ll never change my opinion of the man that you are.”  
You reach across the table and take one of his hands in yours. He grips you, bringing your hand up, up, up to his lips. He places a gentle kiss on your knuckles before letting your intertwined fingers fall back to the table, “whenever we go on missions, we always try to keep the damage to a minimum. That includes the bad guys. None of us want to kill anyone, not really.”  
Bucky takes a sip of his coffee, his eyes boring a hole in your joined hands, “but sometimes we don’t have a choice. He was about to kill Sam. He didn’t even see it coming and I could see it all unfold right in front of me like it was in slow motion and I... I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t hesitate. I killed him. Like it was nothing. I didn’t hesitate.”  
You can see the moment the fear takes ahold of him. He pulls his hand from yours and stares at them like they can’t possibly belong to him. He gets lost in events that have passed and you can’t see. And instead of watching him drown, you round the table again.  
You crush him to you. Arms tightly wrapped around him, trying to tether him to the here and now. He eventually grips you back just as tightly. His head resting on your chest, his fingers getting lost in the material of your shirt. Your heart hammers but his breathing evens out the longer he listens to your heartbeat.  
You’re not sure how long you stand there like that for, but the coffees go cold, and the night brings out more stars when Bucky murmurs against you, “and I would do it again. I would kill anyone that threatens the people I love. And I think that’s what really scares me.”  
You lay your head on top of his and just hold him tighter.  
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wanda-widow · 14 days
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Wait For Your Love
Civilian!f!Reader x Male!OC, Avenger!Bucky x Civilian!f!Reader
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listened to "We Can't Be Friends" and decided to write on a whim.
Word Count: 1k
Summary: After loving one person that felt like your everything, you can't find it in yourself to love someone else the way you should and they know it. A run in with the person you loved most doesn't help your case much either.
Warnings: divorce, angst, bad writing (sorry it's my first time)
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To say that you had no luck in the relationship department was an understatement. Not one of those cliche “oh, I can’t find love, I’m hopeless” situations, but the kind where you couldn’t find yourself loving someone after you were in love for the first time.
Your first and quite possibly only love was the man you ran into the street one Sunday afternoon in Bucharest. The man that had eyes the color of the ocean in the sunlight and a smile that could warm your insides like hot chocolate. The man who was Bucky Barnes himself, the infamous Winter Soldier, the noble Sergeant. But all that put aside, he was your Bucky, your James. Yours.
Yours until one morning, you went to his small apartment to find it wrecked with no sight of him. Bullet shells littered the floor and the wood was broken near a corner of the room. You didn’t see him since, but he was always a lingering “what if” in your mind.
6 years later, your fourth attempt at love had landed you in a marriage that barely seemed to hold itself together. Owen, your husband, was constantly busy and on days that he wasn’t, all the two of you seemed to do was sit around. “I love you’s” had become a barely heard statement, the efforts to try and rekindle what was once a blooming romance falling flat. Maybe it was partially your fault, looking for what you loved in Bucky in other people. You fell in love with Owen because he had made you feel seen, made you feel that warmness you felt when you were with Bucky, a rare gentleman in a messed up society. A rare gentleman who reminded you a little too much of a certain someone. A rare gentleman who wasn’t Bucky and who didn’t quite love you anymore.
Your eyes fell on the overdue divorce papers on the kitchen counter, various bills and letters covering the majority of it. A full year had gone by since Owen had filed for divorce and yet, neither of you had signed it yet. Gently pulling it out from the stack, you sighed as you ran your fingers over it before reaching for a pen.
“Dammit” you sighed softly, signing your name carefully at the bottom before placing it on the kitchen table where he would see it when he got home for work. Walking to your bedroom, you took in the house one more time, gaze lingering in places where you and Owen would cuddle for hours, make meals, and just be in love. Finding your suitcase in the closet, you packed your essentials before leaving your house keys on the table, leaving the house for good.
Deciding to get some food before you crashed at your friend’s house, you found a small sushi bar and parked your car, entering the shop.
“Welcome to Izzy’s, just take a table anywhere or come sit at the bar” A bartender called out as another staff member ushered you to the bar and put the menu in front of you.
“The California roll’s here are good. Basic, I know, but you gotta try them” A warm voice came from your right as you looked up, nodding and looking back down at the menu before doing a double take. Short brown hair, slight stubble, the same ocean blue eyes and charming grin. The same man you fell in love with all those years ago.
“Bucky?!” came the loud response before you could stop yourself, face flaming red from your loud exclamation as he drank you in, putting the pieces together as well.
“(Y/N)... I uh… it’s been a while” he said quietly, turning so that his stool now faced you, sliding the menu over to the server and ordering for you before looking back. “How have you been?”
“How have I been? How have I…” you scoffed, hand coming up to rest on your head, mind reeling from the sudden change of events and the sheer audacity that he had to ask how you had been after running 6 years ago. To be honest or to lie through your teeth, you went with the latter. “I’ve been stuck wondering every night where you had run off to, James. Better yet, my marriage just ended because he didn’t love me anymore and he…” He wasn’t you. I only loved liked him because he was kind of like you. “We just didn’t work” you ended flatly as you stared at the counter.
“That night…” he started to say, throat bobbing as the memories started to flood back. “I ran because I had to. Fuck, if I could be with you without the risk of your safety, I would, (Y/N).”
“Bullshit on the risk of your safety” you retorted, jaw clenched as you remembered the news announcing that he had gotten a full pardon, that he was partnered alongside the new Captain America. Pushing down the hurt and the longing, you shrugged. “It’s fine, guess some things are better left in the past.”
“Doll, c’mon” he said quietly, watching as you shoved a piece of your California roll in your mouth to avoid talking. “Give me a little time to make amends, gather myself after the whole Flash Smashers situation. A-And then we could try again? Start as friends, see where that goes… I…” Sadness flashed on his face for a moment when he saw how dejected you looked. “Please?”
“Maybe”
“Just a couple months wait. Even less if I push through it” He said earnestly, raising an eyebrow as you shoved another piece of sushi in your mouth, waiting for you to swallow.
“I’ll think about it”
“Remember when we used to cuddle on the small mattress in my apartment. You’d make little hand shadow puppet shows for me until I fell asleep” Bucky pushed on, feeling hope bloom in his chest when a small smile tugged at your lips. “And sometimes we’d sit on the balcony and wait for the stars to come out while we made up constellations because Lord knows we don’t know a single one.”
“Okay” you whispered, eyes finally meeting his. “I’ll wait for your love”
Authors Note: Thank you so much for reading! Appreciate all of you so so much 💗
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goldengirlls · 2 years
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eight
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summary— eight years. eight letters. millions of moments and all of ours are forever on repeat.
pairings— proathlete!bucky x reader
warnings— language, alcohol/drinking (everyone is of age), angst, mild violence, smut (chapters containing smut will be stated in each chapter)
a/n— thought it was time to share something I’ve been working on for awhile!!
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prologue — before you there was no me
one — everything has changed
two — OCT 15
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