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tuiccim · 2 years
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I Really Love Being Your Friend (Epilogue)
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus-Size Female Reader
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: NSFW (
A/N: Thank you to my lovely beta reader, @whisperlullaby​​​​ . All mistakes are my own.
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Bucky lays you gently on the bed and butterflies do double time in your stomach. You wanted this but at the same time you were nervous. The “what ifs” begin in your mind and you’re only snapped out of it when Bucky says, “Stop it. I can see the wheels turning in your pretty little head. I love you and I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone. You’re it for me, doll. You’re everything.”
He seals the words into your heart with a searing kiss as he settles next to you, giving you no time to second guess him. You bury your hands in his hair, bowing your back so more of your bodies are touching. He grabs a handful of your ass to pull you even closer. 
God, your stomach was in knots at the thought of taking off your own clothes but the fear was outweighed by the desire to see him naked. Your hands travel over his hard chest feeling the muscles ripple before making their way to his waist where you pull at his shirt. He groans into your mouth as he lifts up to pull the shirt off. When his hand reaches for the hem of your shirt, you pull back with your hand on his. Staring at him wide-eyed, you whisper, “Are you sure?” You would die if he changed his mind but a part of you needed reassurance. You needed to hear him say he wouldn’t leave the moment he saw your body.
“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.” Bucky cups your face in his hands before continuing, “I want you. I want you so badly I can barely hold myself back right now. I have imagined this moment a million times and I want this more than I can say, but if you aren’t comfortable with this, we should stop.”
“No!” You swallow, “I’m not… I don’t want to stop. I’m nervous and I’m scared you won’t like my body but I want this. I want you.” 
To prove it, you lift up, pull your own shirt off, and unfasten your bra. Slipping the bra off your arms, you lay back with your arms above your head giving him a full view. Bucky’s eyes travel over you and he licks his lips. 
"You're gorgeous, Doll. All of you," He says before lowering his head to take a nipple into his mouth. You suck in a breath as he lavishes attention on your breasts. 
"Bucky, oh, God," you whisper as you bury your hands in his hair. His metal hand makes a slow trail down to your waistband and pauses. You let go of your nerves, you forget everything but the beautiful man treating you like the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen and say, "yes."
He pulls your bottoms and panties off as you reach to undo his fly. Pushing his pants and underwear off, you see his hard length ready for your attention. You put a hand on his chest and push him down onto the bed. Devouring him with your eyes, you slowly slide your hand to his cock. He hisses with jaw clenched when you touch him. Unable to resist, you wrap your lips around his head and swirl your tongue. His hands go to your hair as he urges you on. You take him as deep as you can and listen to his moans as you work your tongue along him. Wrapping one hand around his base to work him, you use the other to palm his balls.
“Fuck, Doll. That’s… yeah, just like that. Oh, fuck,” Bucky groans. After letting himself indulge for a few moments more, he gently pulls you away and devours your mouth with his. His hand trails down your body and he presses against your core feeling your slick. “Almost ready for me,” he says as he presses kisses along your neck. His fingers slide across your slick folds skimming your clit before moving down to press a finger into you. Your breath hitches and you whimper at the sensation. Encouraged, Bucky adds a second finger while using his thumb to press your clit. 
“Bucky,” you moan his name as his lips wrap around your nipple, taking you higher.
“Doll, want inside you so bad,” Bucky groans
“Yes, please, Bucky,” you say quickly.  Bucky rolls himself on top of you with a searing kiss. You feel him line up with your entrance and then agonizingly slow, he pushes in. 
“Fuck. Doll, this- you, you’re everything to me. Everything,” Bucky says in your ear as he fully seats himself inside of you.
You slide your hands to his ass and press him forward encouraging him to move. “Feels so good, Bucky, please,” you whine.  
He stills for a moment pressing his forehead to yours, “You okay?”
“More, Bucky, please,” you wrap your legs around him, pulling him more firmly against you, wantonly begging for him to keep going. He begins to slowly work himself in and out, afraid of losing himself in the feel of you. If you only knew how much he wanted you, how many times he fantasized about exactly this, how he’d never felt anything as perfect as this before.
Each thrust nearly takes your breath away. You feel the pleasure coiling inside of you. “Harder.” you whisper to Bucky and it’s as if he needed the permission to let go. His hips begin to slam into you. “Yes, yes.” You can’t stop the moans escaping your lips. Bucky’s fingers dig into your sides as he continues thrusting. 
“You’re so perfect, Doll. So fucking perfect,” Bucky groans into your ear as he fastens his lips to the side of your neck. His words push you higher as they find their way into your heart. His thrusts come more quickly and he moans in your ear . Your body clenches around his cock at the sound and you cry out his name as you come hard around him. 
“Doll, fuck,” his hips stutter as he reaches his own release with a moan. When you’ve both come down, Bucky rolls to his side and pulls you to him pressing a kiss to your temple. 
“That was-”
“Amazing. You were right about that,” he laughs. “I, uh, didn’t mean to be in such a hurry but you got me so worked up, Doll. I’ve wanted this for so long.”
“I have, too.”
“I love you,” Bucky says again. 
“I love you, too.” You let out a small laugh. 
“What are you giggling about?”
“I think I’m a little in shock. This was not what I expected for tonight.”
“Should I reinforce reality with more orgasms?” He asks, nuzzling your ear. 
“I think you should. I’ve had a very difficult couple of weeks and I think more orgasms will better help with my recovery.”
“Oh, man, you’re gonna be so recovered, doll. Just you wait,”  Bucky says as he pulls you tightly against him and his lips take yours again.
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subwaysurf45 · 2 years
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A Little Rusty (Ep.5)
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Pairing: Mechanic!Bucky x reader
Summary: As an aspiring author and current intern, getting a new car was a luxury you never dreamed of. Natasha, your roommate, used you as a personal chauffeur until your car started breaking down. Luckily, you knew some people who worked at Auto Buddy, an auto shop, who could fix your car. But you hadn’t met Bucky yet, and quickly after you found out you’d be stuck with him for a little while.
Warnings: Ryan being a dick, Bucky being fluffy, SMUT penetration, quiet sex, dirty talking, Bucky being a sub. 
words: 5229
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Ryan: I heard you got fired because of the groomer
Ryan: good. 
Ryan: you deserve to get fired, you were never professional 
Ryan: don’t forget to pay your rent bitch
You curled further in on yourself as you laid in bed, tear stains on your pillow making your cheek wet, you flipped to the other side to keep your skin dry. It was true, you were let go a few days ago and Hero didn’t want to tell the cast until after your opening show. Hero had called you in after work hours and sat you down, telling you how he found security footage of the alleyway where the altercation took place. 
Bucky was there when you walked out of the theatre, your car was going to be fixed the next day so Bucky was still driving you around. When he saw you walk out with tears streaming down your face he immediately jumped out of the car to meet you halfway and pull you into a hug, apologizing for making you lose your job but it wasn’t really his fault; he was just standing up for you. 
You could never be mad at him, if anything you thanked him for getting you out of that job even though it covered the majority of your bills. Right away you were hired as the secretary at the shop, Bucky didn’t want you to stay unemployed for too long but it didn’t work out the way he expected. 
“Babe,” Natasha stood on the other side of your closed door, “you gotta get up, you've had two days of sulking and it’s Monday now, you have to go to work.” 
“I’m good,” you whispered from your pillow. 
“Tell them that I tried,” Natasha sighed from outside the door, “see you, honey, don’t get too hard on yourself.” 
“I’ll try,” your voice shook as you spoke to the closed door, your phone buzzed again and you debated throwing it against the wall, Ryan would not leave you alone, it kept buzzing until you groaned and picked it up. 
Bucky: you coming in today doll? 
Bucky: Just want to know you’re okay
Bucky: I don’t want you on your own right now and I’ll come over if you say the word. 
Bucky: Steve texted me saying he only picked Natasha up
Bucky: I’m gonna come over babe
You just looked up at the ceiling and waited for him, he didn’t have a key and you didn’t feel like standing up so even if he tried to get to you he’d have to break in. each time a car passed by you could hear the engine and you tried to guess which one was Bucky’s. There were a few times where you were convinced he was here but then nothing would happen. Until something happened. 
“Hey, wanna open the door for me?” a quiet voice came from your front door, “I know you’re in here and I know you’re awake,” there was another pause, “I brought you one of my sweaters because Natasha told me that’s what you kids do these days…” a smile creeped into your face as you listened to him, “baby…wanna let me in?” 
“Okay,” you whispered but there was no way he could hear it. When you unlocked the door and opened it Bucky immediately put a smile on his face, lifting his shoulders and arms to show the sweater that looked lived in. 
“Hey, dollface,” he whispered and stepped forward, already pulling you in for a hug even though he hadn’t put his things down. 
“Hi,” was all you could manage. 
Bucky was able to get you inside and followed you into your bedroom, leaving the bag of food on the ground before getting into bed with you without having to be asked. As he laid down he found you facing away from him, he knew it wasn’t in a mean way; you wanted to be little spoon. 
“I brought you some food,” he spoke from behind you, “Steve is fixing your car,” his arm pulled you tight against his body, “and Natasha got to work on time.” 
“Good,” you nodded, you felt Bucky nod as well. 
As tears silently slipped down your cheeks you felt Bucky’s lips press against your shoulder, making little hums as he worked to cover as much space as he can. You melted against him as his arms kept you secure, holding you tight when the warmth from his love seeped through your skin. 
“I’m so sorry, I feel like I caused all this to happen,” his lips moved against your bare shoulder, even though he gave you his sweater you didn’t put it on, you just balled it up and held it up to your nose to smell him. 
“I needed to get out of there all along,” your voice was muffled from his fabric, it was a mix of cologne, gasoline, and something else you couldn’t figure out. “You were right about him buttering me up,” your body rolled over so you were facing him, seeing his sad face. 
“I just want to make sure you stay afloat even though if you ever need a place to stay you can always come stay with me,” Bucky’s hand cupped your cheek, “always.” 
Without really thinking you leaned in and kissed him, working fast to get him to lay on his back so you could get on top. Your kisses weren’t slow or sensual, they were fast and almost as if you were rushing to get to something else. Bucky was trying to keep up but you haven't made out with him before, you’d kissed a few times but this was the most you’ve done with him. 
“Take this off,” you whispered and reached down to pull off his shirt, your lips sucking his neck as you bunched up the fabric. 
“Baby-baby, hold on,” Bucky tried to push you away but you kept going, “honey, let’s just take a moment,” his hands wrapped around your entire wrist and stilled your movement, “this is not the way we’re going to do this.” 
“Please,” you whined, leaning forward to kiss him again but he dodged it. 
“Doll,” Bucky slowly let go of one wrist in order to swipe a few tears, “I know you’re feeling a lot of things right now and I understand that you’d think having sex will make this less painful but I can’t do that, for many reasons,” he shook his head, “I just can't.” 
“Why,” you broke out of his other hold and ran your hands up his chest, feeling the muscles, “it’ll feel good for both of us, please, I need it right now,” your eyes were only looking at his lips. 
“This won’t fix anything,” Bucky said, “and…and if I told you I haven’t dated anyone in a long time that means the same for having sex.” 
“How long have you gone without it?” you asked, finally looking up to his eyes. 
“How old is Becca?” his eyebrows turned upwards, he was sorry for himself but also for you. 
“Oh…” you leaned back so you were sitting on his lower abdomen, “we can take it slow when you feel ready, we don’t need to do the real deal next week.” 
“Okay,” Bucky sat up and wrapped his arms around your waist, “I do like kissing you but I also need to be the one to navigate your thoughts right now because you’re feelings are in control and that’s okay but not right now, having sex and feeling good for twenty minutes is not what you need. If you need to sulk and cry that’s good because that’s the exact emotion you’re feeling,” you nodded, “you’re not really in the mood right now, you just want a release but this is not the way to do it; especially not this early in our relationship.” 
Your eyes snapped up, “relationship?” 
“Is that what you want?” a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. 
“I do,” your hips shifted closer to him, “is that what you want?” 
“Yeah,” a laugh of relief left his lips, “but…it’s different with a kid and I don’t have a handbook but I have rules but we don’t need to talk about it now-”
“Let's go to that burger place and talk about it,” you rested your hands on his shoulder, “let’s get out of this room and go eat burgers.” 
Bucky drove with one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh, you had put on his hoodie which was nice because he kept the top down for you. The wind pushed the tears and dirt off your face, making you feel like a new person. Bucky took every chance he had to look at you, smiling a little when you leaned out the window like a dog to feel the cold wind. Summer was close to being fully through the door and the sun was there to prove it, everything was tinted yellow in the afternoon and the sun managed to seep into your skin and rejuvenate your complexion. 
He opened the door for you and walked with you until you got to the front door of the diner, he held it open for you as well. His hand hovered over the small of your back but you could feel it, the comfort was there was he seated himself you beside him instead of beside, just wanting to be closer to him. 
“Can we talk about Becca?” Bucky asked, wrapping an arm around the back of your chair, holding into the little spindle sticking out the top. 
“Sure,” you faced him a little, letting your knee touch his. 
“So I haven’t dated since Becca was born, when she was very young I’d…” Bucky sighed and looked off, “I slept around to try and get rid of the feeling my ex-wife left me with,” he looked back at you and smiled, “but I haven’t attempted to date again, I worry a lot and it’s taken time to rebuild my confidence and it’s obvious you brought that out in me- I was also scared out of my mind when I made that move on you in the office at the shop, I have no idea what I was doing.” 
You laughed and leaned into him a bit, “what you did was hot but it was just so unlike you, I never really met your flirty side until then.” 
“I see,” Bucky kissed the top of your head, “anyways, back to Becca,” he took another deep breath, “I need you to know that I do like you a lot and you’ve brightened up my life and you’re just the most wonderful person I’ve ever been around…” you braced for impact, “but my daughters childhood is my top priority-and what I mean by that is,” he quickly cut himself off as if you were about to yell at him, “...you’re not gonna get mad at what I said?” 
“Bucky,” you laughed, “that makes sense.” 
“Oh,” he relaxed his shoulders, “okay…basically I don’t want you over all the time and doing a lot because I don’t want her to view you as her mother too early in our relationship because if things don’t work out I don’t want her to think a woman in her life abandoned her twice, she doesn’t really know about her mom but she does know she’s different from the other kids in her class when it comes to the open house when families come.” Bucky scratched his stubble, “you can come over alone but I also want you to come when Natasha is around or Steve, making you a friend to me in front of her.” 
“That makes complete sense,” you smiled, “and if we do keep this going for a long time I never expect her to view me as her mom, I want you to know that.” 
Bucky nodded, “this was way less stressful than I imagined.” 
“Were you practicing this speech with the thought of your ex-wife?” you asked, reaching over and holding his shoulder, “because I’m not like her, I’ll never try to kill you,” you only started laughing after Bucky did, testing the waters with the joke. 
Bucky pulled you into his side and kissed the top of your head for a long time, holding it there and he gently rocked back and forth. “I’m prepared to offer you a full-time job at the shop, I want to let you know,” you could feel his lips moving on the top of your head, “but I also fully understand if you want to focus on your writing or get a job so there's some like…” he struggled to find the words, “...basically if you want to spend some time with yourself and other people throughout the day, y’know?” 
“I get that,” you smiled, “but I would love to work at the shop,” you tilted your head to look up at him, “I don’t know…” you also couldn’t find the words, “but I would like some time off, I’ve been told you should always take time to yourself before you take and start a new job so…” 
“Trust me,” Bucky smiled, “I’m your boss and I’m human resources so I don’t think you’re going to get fired anytime soon.” 
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You sat on your couch with your feet laid out on the cushions, your finger typing furiously on your keyboard, a new idea had sprung into your head and you were near the end. You still had to go through the process of editing but that would be easier if you signed a deal with a company that would give an editor to you free of charge. 
There had been more emails sent back and forth between a publisher’s assistant and you, trying to find a day in the coming months to meet after his vacation was over. Normally publishers would want to see the first five chapters instead of the entire book but you kept getting pushed back by other agencies there was nothing else for you to do so you kept writing.
The air in the room slowly halted at a random time that afternoon, your hands hovered over your keyboard as the little cursor blinked on the screen, waiting to compute the words. But none came, your lips were parted and your eyes scanned around the screen. 
There was nothing left to type. 
“I’m done,” you whispered, slowly putting your laptop beside you and looking out of the window, in utter disbelief. You reached for your phone in your back pocket and called Bucky, “hey, Buck.” 
“Hi, Doll,” you could hear his smile, “don’t tell me you’re cancelling my dinner tonight…” 
“Of course not,” you laughed, your eyes flicked over to the screen, “I just have some good news at the dinner, I’m leaving soon.” 
“Alright,” he laughed, “Becca is super excited to see you, she has something from school she wants to show you, I think it’s a drawing of a story about her weekend.” 
“I can’t wait, see you then.” 
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It only took a few seconds for the door to open after you knocked, and Bucky stood on the other side with a smile on his face. It was just you coming over that night, Becca had an early bedtime because she was going to a friends house early the next day which gave the two of you alone time. 
“Hi, Becca,” you waved, seeing her hunched over her toys, muttering something to herself. 
“Hi,” Becca stood up and walked over to you, hugging your legs, “I have something to show you.” 
“Show me whenever,” you crouched to her level and tapped her nose, causing her to tuck her chin in her neck, trying to shy away. You just watched as she ran off to her room, smiling a little at the innocent girl. 
“I wish she could stay like that forever,” Bucky said from the kitchen, going back to cooking the food, “pure, happy, just…” Bucky shrugged, “I know she’s going to have a hard time when she figures out she doesn’t have a mom and that scares me, I don’t know how to handle an angsty teen.” Bucky kept his eyes down as he chopped up the broccoli. 
“Trust me,” you laughed, “you’re not wrong but at the same time you have to realize when that day comes she’ll look for you for guidance and if you keep pushing off accepting it both of you will be screwed.” you pulled out one of the bar stools and took a seat, watching Bucky’s arm slightly flex as he cut. 
“That’s true,” he nodded, checking to see if the water was boiling yet. 
Becca ran back into the kitchen with a piece of paper in her hand, holding it out for you to take. It was a very messy drawing of everyone Bucky was friends with, there was Nat, Steve, and Sam. you were there too, standing right beside the stick figure of Bucky. You were drawn with a pink marker and Bucky was drawn with a black one, it looked like there was a ball of pink and black scribbles but it was supposed to be your hands holding one another, after noticing that you saw a small heart stamp between both your drawn on heads. 
“This is very adorable, Becca,” you smiled and looked down at the bouncing child, she was very proud of her work, “why did you add the heart and the hand holding?” your voice was still high and cooing at her, not mad but just curious. 
“What?” Bucky walked over. 
“Because I saw you two do that when everyone was over,” she twisted her body around, “I did the heart between the two of you because that’s silly but I saw you to hold hands,” she giggled, hugging your leg and hiding her face into your pants, finding the thought of you and Bucky holding hands extremely funny. 
“Is that funny?” you laughed, picking Becca up and very lightly jostling her around to get more laughs out of her. 
“Boys have cooties!” she wriggled in your arm, trying to break away because her silly emotions were too big for her, it looked like she wanted to run or jump up and down. Becca was at the age where she didn’t know what to do with her body sometimes, she’d either fidget with her skirt or sway around when she talked, it was the cutest thing she did. 
“I don’t have cooties,” Bucky gasped, he took Becca from your arms and tossed her in the air a bit, causing her to scream from excitement. You stood and watched with a smile on your face, seeing how good of a dad Bucky was, “I think we should hang this up on the fridge,” Bucky kissed Becca’s cheek and kept her on his hip, going over to the fridge and sticking the drawing on with a magnet, there were other things on the fridge as well like take-out numbers and other drawing. 
Becca went back to her toys and you helped out with dinner, setting the counter and getting Becca’s seat booster set up. There wasn’t enough space in his apartment to have a table so there were little bar stools, Becca couldn’t sit on the normal chairs but was also too old to sit in a highchair so Bucky found a booster seat to help her out. 
Dinner was ready in no time, Bucky began plating everything and you got Becca into her seat, making sure she had her little kids fork and knife. You poured two glasses of wine and waited at the table for Bucky to serve and then sit. 
He gave the smaller plate to Becca first, “wait for a second and I’ll cut it,” he kissed her head. 
“I wanna do it, daddy,” Becca said and looked over at you, her eyes kept flicking over, “I wanna show Y/N how good I am!” 
You laughed and took your plate from Bucky, “wait until everyone is sitting and then we can start,” you smiled at Becca, “what’s that called, when you’re nice at the table?”
“Table manners,” she smiled, picking up her fork and knife, waiting to show off. 
“Alright,” Bucky said as he sat down, “let’s eat, huh?” he looked over at Becca who was waiting, her tongue poked out of her lips as she began to cut her food, trying to do it well but her fork flew out other hand a few times. “You want help?” Bucky asked and stood up, “it’s always okay to ask for help, Y/N’s not going to be mean.” 
“Help please,” Becca looked up at Bucky. 
Bucky stood beside Becca and began slicing up her food and vegetables into bite sized pieces. There was a small smile on Bucky’s face, watching what he was cutting but also the way Becca was leaning into his chest, holding his shirt and rubbing her face into him. 
“Are you okay, lovey?” Bucky asked, rubbing Becca’s back. 
“Yeah,” she nodded, “I’m just tie-tie,” which was her way of saying tired. 
“What did you do today?” you asked, sipping her wine. You listened as Becca told her story, Bucky had sat back down and made sure her slices weren’t too big. He ate pretty quickly, not taking his time to chew. Becca was tired because she raced some of the boys in her class during gym, she was the fastest and the boys didn’t understand why a girl was beating them so they kept racing her; but she always won. 
Bucky was done with his food and you were half way finished, “well, girls can be better than boys at everything, don’t forget that, alright?” Bucky said as he stood, taking his dishes and putting them into the sink. 
When you finished you placed your plate in the sink as well and assumed the dish cleaning duty, getting started right away and not waiting for Becca to finish eating, when she was done you took her plate and cleaned it to. 
“Let’s get you in a bath,” Bucky lifted her up and walked over to the sink, holding Becca on his hip, “you can leave whatever you don’t want to do,” Bucky said and kissed your cheek. 
“I’m doing them all,” you smiled and watched as he walked with Becca to her bedroom to pick out the pajamas. 
When the water in the bathroom started to run you were close to finishing the washing part of the dishes, you smiled at the sounds of giggles and playful shrieks coming from Becca. Her baths weren’t too long, Bucky had told you she doesn’t like seeing her fingers and toes get pruney, she’ll start to cry and believe she’s melting away. 
When you were in the middle of drying you didn’t even notice Bucky had put Becca to sleep, he came up from behind you and slid her arms around your middle, gently squeezing you as he rested his head against your shoulder. His thumb gently rubbed your stomach and a few kisses were peppered on your shoulder blade. 
“You’re the best thing that’s happened to me since Becca,” he turned you around so he could see your face, “you’re just so perfect, I can’t explain how happy you make me,” he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips, you weren’t ready but when he came in again you met him halfway, moving one hand up to cup his cheek. “Also,” he whispered, “Becca wants you to go in and give her a kiss on the forehead,” he laughed, “I’ll get a movie ready.” 
“You just want me to stop doing dishes,” you rolled your eyes and the way he nodded, “fine, I’ll go say goodnight,” you scratched the grey part of his stubble before walking away, gently knocking on the door and walking in, “hey, Becca.” 
“Hi,” she yawned. 
“I just wanted to say goodnight,” you crouched by her bed and gently ran your finger down the bridge of her nose, “I hope you have a good sleep,” you leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. 
“Y/N,” Becca said quietly, “can I call you something other than Y/N?” 
Your stomach slightly tightened, you didn’t want her calling you mom because you and Bucky weren’t too long into your relationship, “what do you want to call me?” 
“Doll,” Becca smiled, “because daddy calls you that sometimes.” 
You let out a breath and nodded, “of course you can, Becca, of course.” 
“Okay,” she rolled on her side to look at her, “you make my daddy smile a lot,” she said out of the blue, “goodnight, Doll.” 
“Goodnight,” you whispered and placed a kiss to her forehead, slowly closing the door on your way out. 
Bucky was sat on the couch with his legs stretched out, holding both glasses of wine. When he saw you come to sit beside him he passed one glass to you and then grabbed the blanket. 
“What was your news?” he asked after a couple minutes of comfortable silence, kissing the top of your head. You had moved to lay your head on his chest, his arm was around you. 
A part of you snuggled closer into him, feeling warm because he remembered. 
“I finished my book,” you rolled your head back so you could look up at him, even though it was a terrible angle he still looked so cute. 
“You’re kidding,” he gasped and sat up, making you sit up properly with him, he quickly placed both glasses on the arm rest and pulled you in for a hug, “I’m so proud of you,” he squeezed you tightly. 
“Thank you,” you whispered, something as simple as this felt so intimate. 
He hugged you for a while, rocking back and forth and his fingers spaced out so he’d cover the most surface area. You just dropped your head on his shoulder and pressed your face into his neck, feeling secure and loved in that moment.
“You’re so smart,” he whispered, “you’ve got your entire life ahead of you and yeah, we might be a more than a few years apart but damn…” he trailed off, “I just can’t wait to watch you do all these great things.” 
“Thank you,” you whispered again, this feeling was new to you and couldn’t be named. 
“And you’re so wonderful to Becca, I mean, she talks about you all the time,” Bucky slowly pulled out of the hug, “you’re just amazing, such a wonderful little light to my life.” 
“Stop,” you tried to hide your face into his neck again but he didn’t let you, cupping your face and holding it close to his. 
“Never,” he whispered before closing the gap, his soft lips capturing yours. It was just one long kiss, but shortly after he went back in again, and again. “Sit on my lap,” he whispered. 
“What about Becca?” you giggled as he tried to move you, making sure you didn’t knee him where it hurts. 
“Come on,” he took hold of your hips firmly and moved you, causing your body to get slightly aroused. 
When you were in his lap and facing him you were slightly looking down at him, but you had no power. His little smirk and the attractive arrogance made you weak, even though you were fully resting on his thighs you could still feel them shake as if you had been using them for a while.��
He kissed you again and you let him, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands felt all up your body. He pulled, tugged, and squeezed everywhere, you couldn’t get enough. Instinctively, your hips began to rock, this wasn’t your first time; you’d been to college before. 
“Holy shit,” he whispered, guiding your hips over his hard crotch, “Y/N, if you’re gonna do that then we need to go to my bedroom.” 
“We can’t just be two people making out on a couch?” you asked innocently, he let his head drop back as you leaned in to suck on his neck, still moving your hips. 
A strained groan came from him, “b-baby,” his efforts to get you to stop were slim to none, “I haven’t don’t this is a long t-time- oh my god, yes…” he whispered, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him. 
“We can go to your room,” you whispered, taking one of his hands and putting it up your shirt, your mouth fell open in a silent moan as he began to play with your hard nipples, “let’s go to your room.” 
“It’s not gonna be good for you,” he weakly whispered, “I’m about to bust and you’ve barely even started, baby,” his mind was somewhere else as he tried to reason, not doing anything to get you to stop.
“Just put it in me and then you can finish me later,” you slid one hand down his chest, feeling the ripples of muscles and how taught they were, “you’re so tense,” you spoke right into his ear as you worked on the button of his jeans, “I can fix that.” 
“Sh-shit, baby,” he lifted his hips and worked to move your shorts and underwear out of the way, “just like-” slid down on him without warning, causing him to yell, you quickly covered his mouth as you worked your way to the base and just held there. “Y/N…” he voice cracked, “you have no idea how…” his breaths were erratic, you could tell he was short circuiting. 
“How does it feel?” you tried to be as sensual as possible, slowly grinding with him in you, “talk to me baby,” you pouted and moved one hand down to rub your clit. 
“F-fuck,” Bucky finally managed to open his eyes and look at you, “Y/N, I know I call you smart and beautiful and all that-don’t get me wrong, you are, you so are, baby,” Bucky was scrambling to finish this thought before cumming, “but you’re a fucking smoke-show, you’re just the hottest women I’ve ever met, when I first met you- oh god, just like that -I wanted to take you right there, right at Steve’s house, you were just sitting there, lookin so…so…so- I’m gonna cum,” he held your hips so tight you knew there would be some mark. 
From the intimacy, the words, and the way Bucky was basically begging, you were about to cum as well, your fingers were frantic on your clit as you started to bounce on him, placing the other hand on his shoulder to steady yourself. 
“You’re so sexy, Bucky,” you whispered, leaning forward and licking up the shell of his ear, “I’m gonna make you come so many times, baby, you need to make up for lost time, huh?” you felt him nod as you whispered into his ear, “we’re gonna cum together, alright?”
“You’re already there,” he breathed out, “how?” 
“Nothing turns me on like quiet, intimate sex, Bucky…” you quietly laughed, “you have no fucking idea.” 
All at once you both finished together, to make sure Becca didn't hear the moans you both instinctively bit into each others shoulders, stifling any noises coming from both of you. When you were coming down Bucky kept going, jutting his hips up into you as he panted into your neck. You let him finish on his own time, kissing his temple when he seemed to calm down. 
“You-you…” Bucky leaned back and cupped both your cheeks, “you’re a fucking goddess, baby…” he let out a breathy laugh, “you’re so good.” 
“I’m so good?” you laughed and slowly took yourself off of him, sitting on his bare thigh, “I know you’re gonna whip out something bind-blowing at some point- I feel like you’re really good at eating people out,” you laughed when his face grew bright red. 
“I mean…” he shrugged and got shy, “I really enjoy getting other people off, that’s all I say.” 
“Let’s go to bed,” you pressed your nose to his and let him pick you up to walk you to the bedroom. 
You were placed under the covers and left there as Bucky walked into the bathroom, coming back out with a damp cloth. He pushed your legs apart and gently ran the towel up and down to clean up, walking to the hamper and tossing it in when he was done. 
“I’m gonna get you clothes,” he whispered and walked to his dresser. 
“Thanks, honey,” you rolled onto your stomach and stretched out, feeling blissful and close to sleep, “I feel so good, you don’t understand,” you looked over at Bucky who was coming back to get you changed. 
“I feel amazing too,” he laughed and took off your clothes, “Becca’s hanging out with a friend tomorrow and you can call in sick,” you both laughed together, letting him move you around when he got into bed. 
“Perfect,” you pushed back into Bucky who was spooning you, feeling the security he always provided. 
“Goodnight,” he whispered against your ear, “thanks for everything.” 
NEXT EPISODE
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Bucky's Best Friend
Y/M/N = Your Mother's Name
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"Hey doll." Bucky smiled at you and walked in the room with a familiar box in his hands.
"Hey baby, what's up with the box?" You said smiling
"You wouldn't believe it but I found our old box with the photos of us when we were younger." He said, a childlike joy glimmering in his eyes.
"Oh my god...I thought we lost those when we moved!!" You said happily, jumping into your newlywed husband's arms.
He spun you around and kisses you all over, you happily returning the favor. He put you down on your shared bed and he sat down as well. He set the box down on the coffee table next to you guys. You opened the box and set the cover down on the bed.
"Oh my god Bucky...look.." You said, trying not to scream from happiness.
"Oh doll...I remember this..this was the first time you'd come to my house right?"
"Yeah baby it is." You smiled, it almost hurt.
✨Flashback ✨
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You and Bucky were six years old when you two first met, and honestly it was an instant connection. You both had so much in common and he was just so nice. So you two did the most reasonable any six year old would do.
You both told your mother's you wanted to go over to someone's house. Y/M/N was delighted, she'd already known Bucky's mom and they were good friends. So of course she happily let you go to Bucky's house.
You and Bucky had played and laughed all day doing so many things you were both tired out by the end of the day. Your mother was in the kitchen talking to Winnie (Bucky's mom) and she saw the two of you curled up on the couch together sleeping.
She called Winnie over and they both chuckled to themselves and smiled. Your mom took a picture of the two of you with the small Polaroid camera she always carried around.
You pulled another picture out of the box and gasped.
"Bucky! Look this one was when we first started middle school."
"Oh god I remember that one." He said laughing so hard. You and Bucky looked a bit..odd to say the least. Puberty and all..
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"Mom we're gonna be late!" You said as your mom and Bucky's mom were fixing you both up for the picture.
"Relax darling I just need one picture before you two leave for middle school."
"Fine." You sighed.
Bucky had wrapped an arm around your waist and you had side hugged him for the picture. The both of your smiling brightly.
"Doll look!" Bucky said, pulling out another picture. It was from when you and Bucky were in highschool.
"That was when we made lemon cake together right?"
"It was baby." Bucky said as he gave you a sweet kiss on the lips before you both looked at the picture again.
✨Flashback Galore✨
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You had been sick all day, hence you didn't go to school. Bucky was worried about you since you hadn't told him you were staying home.
So as soon as the bell rang at school he ran out to the classroom and made his way to your house..only stopping for one little detour. When he found you in your room he was immediately relaxed, knowing it was just a common cold and nothing too serious.
"Hey sweetheart..how're you feeling?" He cooed.
"I'm feel kind of si-achoo! Sick, I'm feeling sick." You said
"Aw, sweetheart.. I know what'll make you feel better." He smirked
"What?" You said, smiling slightly. You really loved him with all your heart. You could clearly see he'd do anything for you.
"I went to the store and bought your favorite cake mix."
"OH MY GOD YOU BOUGHT LEMON CAKE!!!! BUCKY OH GOD I LOVE YOU" You practically pounced on Bucky and he recollected his footing before hugging you back.
"Well c'mon doll let's go make it. You can sit on the chair while you tell me how much sugar you want in it ok?"
"Hmm ok, hey Barnes?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you."
"Of course dollface."
Fin
Okkkkk how was it????
I know I said a series guys but the flashback to me made it so much better, lol please don't be mad.
~Nyx
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OH SHIT I’M LATE!!!
Happy birthday, you absolutely brilliant human!!!
I hope you have your most amazing year yet, and I’m so happy that I met you!! ♥️♥️
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Aaaahhhhhh!!!! Thank you so much!!!! And I'm so sorry it took me so long to answer you!!!!
Your are amazing!!! I'm so glad we met too!!! I hope your doing good and things have improved for you!!! HUGGS!!!!!!!! 💚💚💚💚🥰🥰🥰🥰
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buckybuckster-anon · 2 years
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No matter where I go,
I feel at home,
For you love follows me wherever I go.
I will love you today, I will love tomorrow.
I will love you forever and until our next lives.
Yours forever bucky.
@chaos-ellie-209
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lungthief · 9 months
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listen. i know it's not 2014 anymore and i know it's just a throwaway line and that the russo brothers didnt intend for marvel action blockbuster captain america the winter soldier to become the tragic gay love story that never was but man. having steve say "it's kind of hard to find someone with shared life experience" in a conversation about romantic relationships right before the bucky reveal is so cruel. it's not just about steve and bucky obviously having the shared experience of being "out of time," it's the fact that they've both been stripped of their humanity in opposite directions. steve is a legend, he is an american hero and a national icon before he is a human being the same way that bucky is a weapon and a killing machine before he is a human being. steve knows that anyone who falls in love with him in the 21st century fell in love with captain america first, and that's just not him. but then the one person who knew him first and knew him best and loved him (not captain america, that little guy from brooklyn) so much he died for it is alive, impossibly. and it's a miracle because he's back and it's horrific because he's back under the worst possible circumstances. but to steve, the winter soldier is worth tearing the world apart for because he's always been bucky first. they find each other and suddenly they're human again. and maybe, despite it all, being "out of time" becomes a blessing, because in this century they'd finally be allowed to love each other the way they've always wanted to. like real people do.
like. no. the captain america trilogy isn't about two queer men traumatized and alienated by war and modern life rediscovering and reclaiming their humanity through their love for each other. but. i mean. it couldve been
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becca-e-barnes · 7 months
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Bucky pinning you down so you can’t squirm and he’s just sitting inside you while he tortures your clit feeling you clench around him. He makes you cum over and over until he finally cums.
Overstimulation + super soldier stamina = …
- 🍯
Dear God, I know I just don't have it in me to behave during cock-warming. When it comes down to it, I genuinely have no patience at all 😵‍💫
"You..." Bucky begins, pressing you down onto the bed before gripping your ankles and forcing you to flip over onto your front. "Have a problem with control."
With your face turned away from him, you can't help but smile to yourself. No one has ever said it out loud but you know he's right.
Being in control is where you're most comfortable. No hands are safer than your own. Except maybe his. You know he won't fuck this up.
"And you..." He continues, gathering your wrists behind your back, holding them tightly with one hand. "Need to learn how it feels to have control taken from you. Do you understand?"
As soon as you begin to nod your head, you feel him start to tape around your wrists, holding them together behind your back. Once he's content they're secure, he sits on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror before he pulls you onto his lap.
"Legs spread over the top of mine." He orders and you do as you're told, not because you have to but because you want to.
You notice the way your cunt is already glistening in the mirror and you're almost embarrassed because he hasn't even touched you yet.
"Fuck, you're made for this." He groans, lining his cock up to your slick entrance and you wonder if he's holding his breath too while he slides into you, as deep as your bodies will allow.
You're obsessed with the sight in front of you; your own naked body, with your legs spread so far apart you can see how your cunt is stuffed full of him.
Being shorter though, your feet can't touch the ground like this. There's no way you'll get enough leverage to fuck yourself on him but as soon as you start to tell him that, he silences you with two thick fingers between your lips.
"I'm not letting you fuck me." His free hand roams over your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples and then settling between your spread thighs.
"I'm going to play with you. I'm going to see how much you can take. I'm going to work out exactly how you like your clit stroked and I'm going to do that until your legs are shaking and your body won't let you cum any more. Maybe then I'll fuck you but sweetheart, that will be hours from now." His breath is hot against the side of your face, his fingers slipping from your mouth to your waist while he starts to flick gently against your clit.
"I'm going to start slowly. I'm going to do everything I can to drag this out as long as possible. I can feel every clench and flutter of this pretty little cunt and I'm going to enjoy it until you're dripping over my balls." At this rate, it won't be long until you're dripping onto the carpet, never mind over him. You dreamed he'd want to take control like this but you never imagined the way your body would respond.
"And then, when you've cum more times than you can handle, I'm going to tell you that I love you while I fuck you like I don't."
Update: Part 2
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bubbarnes · 3 months
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“... you okay?”.
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zaana · 9 months
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I drew my OG boys in the barbie meme format
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dungeonpuppykai · 7 months
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When I want to read dark fics, your writing just hits. One of my guilty pleasures recently has been dark!winter soldier stuff and I was hoping you could write one.
If you can, can you make it where Bucky is still the Winter Soldier and finds himself completely enamored with the reader. He stalks her briefly and decides he has to have her. So where it gets dark is mean, brooding soldier kidnaps reader and makes her his housewife. (I’d like to think that some of Bucky’s 40ness is still there along with some good old fashion 50s idealization where he basically molds her into being his perfect little housewife.)
He can still be with hydra or not but this thought has been buzzing around in my head recently and I personally am not good at writing dark fics.
Um, hell yes I can! Also, not me having almost exactly the same idea (it was in my drafts and I totally merged it with yours). Sorry for being late uni kicks my butt hard TT. Also, please note that this is a headcanon kind of situation type deal but apparently there's a limit to how many bullets you can put per post so that's why it looks the way it does! Hope you like it still. Unedited ❤️
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Warning(s): Dubcon (just to be safe), stalking, kidnapping, housewife kink, stockholm syndrome, spanking, misogyny, domestic discipline, breeding kink (dash), age gap (I mean, man is over a century old). Contains mature content. Browse at your own discretion. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! 
You are absolutely shit faced as you stumble out the backdoor of the club with two of your girlfriends tangled around each arm. 
You are all giggling, stumbling and slurring out curses, trying to shush each other as you trudge your forms to your apartment complex that is close by because driving is obviously out of question now. 
Were it not for your overly intoxicated state, you would have totally noticed the dark silhouette that stills in the dark alley facing the backdoor. 
The man masked in the darkness tilts his head to the side as he tries to read your party, having gotten caught off guard by the sudden bursting open of the door. 
One of your friends stagger in his direction and he moves back, his labored breaths warm in his mask, watching the girl as she retches her guts out.
Silence follows the wheezes and gags of the girl.
Then there is a sound– a melody in the air.
Soldat feels something stir within himself.
Something his masters did their best to suppress. 
Not that they would be doing any more of that. 
They needed to be alive to do something like that ever again.
His eyebrows furrow as he scans your group for the source of the sound; you. 
You are laughing.
At your friend that is throwing up.
Hands clutching your hurting sides, eyes scrunched, head thrown back, flushed and sweaty face vibrant under the bright moonlight as your hair frames it in the most perfect way possible. 
A shaky breath escapes the man covered in tears and blood of his captors and oppressors.  
His eyes scan your form. 
Beautiful. 
His metal hand clenches into a fist and he makes his resolve almost instantly;
Mine.
Soldat cannot recall much of his past except for a few things like his name.
But he knows that it has been a long, long time. 
And it's time to go home.
But a home is not walls and concrete. 
It is the people that live in it. 
His head is a mess as he scales a wall and follows you to your building, skipping from roof to roof effortlessly with a careful eye on your form.
James had finally broken free against hydra yesterday morning while they were experimenting something more brutal. 
And during the following hours, all various leaders that made the organization what it was were dead.
For what is a structure without its pillars?
He had plundered them single handedly. 
And now he was a slave no more.
James would live, and he would take.
Just as had been taken from him.
You woke up the next morning, sprawled across your bed.
As you winced and sat up, you could swear you had knocked out on the couch last night. 
But since you couldn't teleport, it was probably just a gap in your memory.
Right?
The second sign was the painkillers and water next to you on the bedside table.
The third was the window of your room that was open wide.
But you shook your head as you were behind on your schedule for the day and got on with your busy university student life. 
You should have taken notice of the signs. 
How things would always somehow work out when you were struggling with some sort of a problem. 
Regardless of whatever type of an issue it was. 
Your friends joked about it as Divine Providence. 
And Divine it was, you lived to learn. 
When it happened, it wasn't after a dramatic chase or anything. 
You had simply woken up in a room you had never seen before, tucked in the bed like it had been yours for ages.
What even happened? 
You had finished an assignment before heading to bed for an early class the next morning. 
But now you were timidly surveying the room, more and more panic filling you by the passing second. 
The house is beautiful and bright outside the dark room you had woken up in, big glass windows facing tall trees and various other type of greenery outside. 
A loud gasp escaped you when you were somewhere in the middle of the living room.
You turned around to find a huge and by that you mean, giant man standing a few steps away from you.
You could swear he wasn't there a minute ago.
But now he is towering over you, head tilted to the side as if interacting with something from an outer planet, eyes scanning your form slowly. 
As if he's savouring the sight of you in a…
Your blood runs cold as you look down to realize that you are dressed in a white sundress with yellow and red flowers printed on it.
Your eyes widen in horror.
Because you had been wearing your PJs last night–
Or, rather, the last time you were awake.
Before you can say anything, he extends a hand towards you invitingly, nodding sideways to what seems to be the kitchen. 
Something in his hand glints in the sunlight coming from the windows.
It is when your panicked vision realizes that the hand and the whole arm is made up of metal, your body backs away.
With your mouth agape, you demand shakily.
"Who the hell are you?" 
He sighs. 
"What the hell is this place? Why am I here? What the fuck is going on?!"
The man's features scrunch in disapproval. 
Your choice of words is much unappreciated.
"Good little wives don't ask questions." 
In his angry, fried and entitled delusional mind you are as much in love with him as he is.
Otherwise, why would you just accept all the favours he did for you during all these months he was building a perfect home for the both of you and your future children?
He takes a step in your direction and you leap back.
After a short game of cat and mouse, you are trapped against the glass window.
He is too close. 
There is a heavy looking vase on the table next to you.
The shock on his face is evident.
He hadn't expected you, his wife, such a small and innocent girl to disrespect her husband like this. 
You whimper in horror when he doesn't budge against the decoration piece exploding against his brow bone.
James' eyes narrow as he leans in, a thick stream of blood running down the hurt side of his face.
"Bad girl" and you take off without a second thought.
Thankfully, the door is straight ahead and surprisingly unlocked.
You run without looking back. 
The man is not chasing you like you expected. 
But you don't want to stick around and find out why. 
Though the reason is soon revealed when you race through the little garden and out of the fence door. 
You are looking behind you and at the house so it is not until you are a good distance away from it do you turn your head to look ahead. 
Icy horror pierces its way down your spine.
Sand and palm trees dominate your vision as far as you can see where you are and your right side.
A devastatingly vast ocean washes the shore you are running on from the left side.
That doesn't stop you until your body gives up after a few minutes. 
You ran into the jungle for some cover.
Sobs and tears burst out of you as you collapse on a blanket of leaves.
Your body is weak and confused. 
Many hours pass.
You wander and starve.
You hide and shake.
You tip toe and give up.
There are wild animals all around you.
You can hear them.
It's terrifying. 
So terrifying that when you hear the stranger's voice some time after dusk, you are almost glad.
Are you done? His bright blue eyes that you can make out even in the dim light ask you silently. 
"How'd you even find me?" You were sure you had run a good couple miles.
He refuses to respond until you place your shaking hand in his awaiting metal one. 
"I can smell you" his accent is almost foreign as he pulls you up, frowning at your hurt bare feet. 
It took you hours to get to where you were but it only takes James a few minutes to get you back home. 
"Before I clean you up, I need to punish you." You are baffled. "Good wives don't run away from their husbands." 
He doesn't listen to any of your protests and reason that day or ever.
"Little girls don't know what is right for them. Only their husbands can decide that." 
He thoroughly washes you that night after giving you the worst spanking, paying no mind to your begging and crying.
You are sniffling as you sit on the bathroom counter wrapped up in a towel an hour later, your sore ass buzzing under you.
Your captor is kneeling in front of you as he tends to your hurt feet. 
He tells you your rules as he does so.
"First, you are to always obey me no matter what. Second, your body belongs to me as I am your husband, so you should not try to deny me of it because it will never end well for you. Third, you will respect me or you will live to learn to do so. Four, you will do your chores like a good wife and fulfill your wifely responsibilities. Five, you are to always accept your punishments and thank me for disciplining you after I am through with you, should you choose to break a rule or misbehave. Six, you will not indulge in any activity that can potentially corrupt your little mind. Seven, you will speak with respect and never out of turn. Eight, you are to always greet me when you wake up or if I have been gone a while. Nine, you can try to run. I will never stop you. But when you return home after failing, you will take your punishment obediently. Ten, you must never touch yourself. You are mine and mine alone." 
Since the spanking is still fresh on your skin you panic a little and fear forgetting them.
But you find them pasted on the fridge the following morning because he knew you were too dumb to remember them.
A few days pass before you explode about not being his wife and call him crazy.
"You weren't saying that when I did you all those favours." 
Horror dawns upon you as you realize that it was him all along.
You don't give up easily, though.
You try to run more times than you can keep count.
Every direction, every plan and every map you make proves to be useless.
Because the last time you do so, you realize that you are on a fucking island.
And since there is a dock near the house with the pantry never running low on groceries, James has a means of transport hidden somewhere is no mystery. 
But you don't know when he does it. 
So far you haven't been able to figure out a pattern. 
Either he was right about you being dumb or your captor was really good at staying one step ahead of you.
Anyways, you have no choice but to return to him crushed and sobbing as always.
He is reading something when you collapse between his legs; ready to accept your punishment as you have learnt that hiding and denying only makes it worse. 
James isn't so bad if you follow his rules. 
He is just a kidnapper and a misogynist with dangerous reflexes. 
His face is smug as he puts the book away. You have noticed that he is not as stiff and troubled as he used to be when you first woke up here months ago at this point. 
"How was it, doll?" He loves to hear you talk about it as he bruises your ass. "Any luck?" 
Today, though, something different happens.
You don't know if it's resignation and surrender finally settling in or if you have actually started to like this life.
How James gives you a nod of approval and pats your head rewardingly whenever you follow all your rules without any trouble.
The way he lets you stay up past your bed time (yes you have one because good wives are healthy for their husbands) to read a book or watch a movie.
If you were extra good and talked to him (though he was a man of a few words) and helped him out with a little farming thing he had going on in the backyard/patio, he would even let you sleep in the following morning. 
No stress or pulling yourself through classes and tight budgets.
Just being what he considered good and then whatever you would mention briefly would be in the house within the next few days.
When he is done punishing you, you thank him and apologize according to routine. But then you hug him.
You tell yourself it is due to the sad reality that your torment is your comfort.
Has to be.
You have no choice.
And then something unexpected happens in the course of the next few days. 
While trying to make the best out of this situation, you start to notice the little things, quirks and rituals, habits and mannerisms of this man. 
How he doesn't say anything if he doesn't like a certain ingredient or condiment in something you cooked but pushes it aside to use as compost later.
The way he holds you extra tight some times when he mutters a foreign language in his sleep. 
How he stares at the scary metal arm after a long day while waiting for you to finish up dinner.
Or the way he struggles to hold himself back whenever you are in a close proximity to him because you cried once he crept his hand up your ass in a sexual way. 
You don't get him sometimes.
His morals are as mysterious as him. 
Because he kidnapped you and forced you to be his wife in a '40's way, strips you to spank and humiliate you during punishments, then bathes and comforts you in his own way of silently holding you against his chest in his arms until you calm down.
Your tears don't effect him. 
But then he refuses to touch you sexually after the one time he tried.
It takes you a while to make the most peace that you can with James, but it happens eventually because you don't have a choice.  
The loneliness starts to drive you mad otherwise.
You are helping him with his farming one day when you collapse.
James isn't happy to find out that you haven't had any of your daily water intake for the day. 
After he is sure you are hydrated, it is punishment time because caring for yourself is also a rule you are supposed to never break.
Your ass is red and seething by the time he's done. Everything is pretty much routine except that you don't sit up to apologize and maybe hug him like usual.
Not even when he pats your ass to signal that he's done.
"H- Hubby?" You sniffle as you use the endearment.
It had been a proud discovery of yours.
James always gave in a little whenever you used it.
"Yes, little mouse?" You bite your lips as your thighs tremble.
Fuck.
"Y- You say we are husband and wife…"
"What about it?"
You bite your lip as you push your ass out and towards him, letting your legs part.
"Then why don't we act like it?" James is good at concealing his emotions and showing restraint.
But he can't help the way his cock hardens at the sight your pretty red thighs reveal to him.
Your perfect pussy is glistening with your creamy arousal, the entrance of your vagina blinking to indicate its need to be filled.
Fuck. 
Though James starts off small and slow with his fingers rubbing your cunt, the night ends with him balls deep into your pussy with his length rearranging your organs.
Whatever was left of you to own for him, he does so after that night.
You cannot go on for long without having some sort of physical proximity to him.
The sex is wild and it's amazing with his stamina. 
It is also instrumental in bringing you two closer than ever. 
James opens up to you slowly, but only when you ask about it.
You had done so in the past as well. 
But since it's genuine curiosity now, he feels comfortable telling you all about it.
It is a lot for you to take in and you almost don't believe him until he shows you some of his belongings from his time.
Things drift on as smoothly for a while as the waves outside your house.
And then comes the ultimate test. 
Which decides the course of your future with him.
He is still asleep one morning when you wake up.
It isn't a usual occurrence. 
But you had introduced him to comics lately and he had been obsessed with them despite claiming that they were too childish and unrealistic. 
While he had a metal arm himself…
You adjust the quilt before getting ready for the day and heading out to make breakfast. 
It is when you realize in panic that there aren't any apples left even though James had asked you to make a grocery list (that started when he started trusting you more) and you had assured him that you had enough apples for a while.
"I am gonna get the hairbrush today, I swear to God!" You mutter to yourself as you rush through the house like a headless chicken. 
Thankfully, your garden had an apple tree so you could save yourself from a breakfast spanking at the very least.
But something standing next to the dock catches your attention before you can the apples you try to budge free from their branches.
A motorboat. 
Before you can decide what you think of it, you are standing next to it on the dock.
It has fuel and a map. The key is in the ignition.
You narrow your eyes and feel your head splitting. 
A lot goes through your mind.
Flashbacks play before your eyes.
It is almost a full circle moment. 
And then you are standing in front of James who is seated on a stool next to the kitchen counter you use for dining. 
His head is lowered as he sips on his coffee and stabs at the breakfast you prepared with a fork.
"Hubby?" Your captor freezes before he slowly looks up at you. 
The blue of his eyes is troubled. He is in disbelief. As though he wasn't expecting you to be standing here.
"There is a boat outside. Do you think someone could be–" 
"You didn't leave." His voice is heavy. 
"What kind of a wife leaves her home?"
You two just stare at each other for a while. 
No words exchanged.
Then, for the first time ever, James gets up and hurriedly closes the distance between you two, enveloping you in his arms before pushing you against the wall behind you.
"I felt so angry and wronged that I thought I could take anything because I deserved it after everything that happened to me but… I love you too much, mouse."
He has never spoken this earnestly before.
"I just realized that I do too."
James kisses you passionately before you wrap yourself around him and close your eyes blissfully. 
He tightens his own arms around you gladly.
He would have hated to end up back on square one with you had you chosen to try and escape. 
The boat would have blown up a small fuse that would have been loud enough for his enhanced hearing if someone– you, were to turn the keys in the ignition.
Yes, he wasn't expecting you to be back but only too soon.
It was a test and you passed. 
As always, James stuck to his ways and rewarded you for being such a good wife. 
By giving you a ring, a new wardrobe and a baby that was the first of many to come.
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What do you think hAH-
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Let's all look at Bucky respectfully lol
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kinanabinks · 2 months
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Pre wedding Mob Bucky/Fairy story where Bucky wants to get her some sex toys a) because she’s single and frustrated and b) to give her an alternative to hooking up with random strangers at clubs. Cue the texts that get increasingly more dirty and orgasms on both sides.
love it.
talk you through it
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content warning: mob!bucky x best friend!f!reader, mature themes, phone sex, bucky telling you how to. you know. fuck i need him so bad, jerk off instructions, mutual masturbation.
p.s. the 355 is now on uk netflix so i watched it and. my goodness it was terrible. so bad. but i just skipped through and watched all of nick fowler's parts and it put me in a mob!bucky mood so here we go.
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"So now, I've got to pick up his slack and take on Christen's cases since she decided to quit," You say with a huff while stabbing your fork into your dauphinoise potatoes.
Watching you, unable to kill his small smile, Bucky shakes his head. "I know exactly what you need, fairy - a break," He says, reaching out to take your hand. "Let me take you away. Somewhere warm, where we don't have to do anything but eat fresh fruit on the beach. Just say the word."
Your heart pangs. How desperately you wish you could just fly away to somewhere tropical with him, but you can't. When you became his friend two years ago and realized how much money and power he had, you swore you wouldn't ever get comfortable using any of it. "I can't, Bucky," You sigh. "I still haven't passed probation yet. Mr. Barber could fire me for the smallest thing, and I think jetting off while the firm burns to the ground is more than reason enough."
Bucky hums, displeased with your predicament. He hates how dependant you are on your job, but he knows you'd rather that than depend on him. It would be so easy for him to buy you your own law firm, but you'd sooner be unemployed than take a handout. Your pride is something that both amazes and frustrates him.
"Tonight will be fun though, and I'll be able to take my mind off work," You say, mostly trying to convince yourself. "After your meeting at Half Glass we can go to a more fun bar. Or maybe even a club!"
"You wanna go to a club?" Bucky asks you with a soft chuckle as he carves into his steak.
"Why not?" You ask with a shrug. "Just because I'm not a student anymore doesn't mean I don't like partying. And maybe I'll meet a cute guy."
Bucky glances up at you, freezing with his fork held up to his mouth. "Excuse me?" He utters, raising a brow.
"It's been a while, you know," You tell him, lowering your voice so the other diners don't hear. "I'm single. I have needs. Meeting guys is hard now I'm not in college."
"So, you're just gonna find some schmuck in a club, too drunk to get hard and too dumb to know what to do with you?" Bucky asks you, offended. "No, fairy."
"What do you mean, no?" You ask with a scoff.
He leans forward, eyes narrow. "Don't you know me by now?" He questions you lowly. "You think I'd let you do that? Put yourself in danger like that?"
You roll your eyes. "I can take care of myself, and not every guy out there is dangerous."
"First of all: don't fucking roll your eyes at me," He says bluntly, no hint of humor to his tone. "And secondly: I'm not letting you go home with a stranger tonight."
"But-"
"No buts, fairy," Bucky cuts you off sternly. "That's it. You're not changing my mind on this, so don't bother trying."
You let out a sigh, knowing there's no point in arguing with him when he's like this. "I'm just... frustrated, you know?" You admit quietly, looking down at your plate. "It's been a while."
Bucky observes you silently for a few moments before he speaks again. "Frustrated, huh?" He repeats, making you cringe inwardly. "So, what do you need a guy for?"
You look up to meet his eyes with a frown. "Uh, you ever heard of sex?" You ask him dryly.
He snorts. "Shut up, fairy. You know what I mean. Just... sort yourself out," He suggests casually. "Do what I do when I'm horny and alone."
"Fuck a fleshlight?" You ask teasingly.
"Fuck you, I don't own a fleshlight," He claims defensively, before relaxing. "I've heard vibrator technology has come a long way. You can even get some that have multiple-"
"I don't need a sex toy," You tell him curtly.
"You don't already own one?" He wonders. "No wonder you're so frustrated, fairy."
"I don't need one!" You repeat, refusing to admit that the idea of a vibrator does intrigue you.
"Alright, baby," Bucky mumbles, smirking. "If you say so."
He doesn't bring it up again that night, but you can tell by the look on his face that he isn't letting it go.
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A week passes and you don't get a chance to think about the conversation you had with Bucky. Work has been hectic and you've been staying behind late every day this week, so now that it's Friday, you're looking forward to having a nap as soon as you get home.
The second you enter your bedroom, you see it. A box wrapped in black paper sitting on middle of your bed. You don't recognize it as anything that you bought or were expecting to be delivered, so you instantly assume it's something dangerous.
You quickly pull out your phone and call Bucky, who picks up after a couple of rings.
"Evening, fairy," He answers smoothly. "Get home safe?"
"There's something in my house," You tell him cryptically as you stay close to your bedroom door, half expecting the parcel to explode if you get too close.
"What?" Bucky asks, immediately concerned. "Have you heard someone?"
"No, it's on my bed," You tell him, hearing him sigh with relief at your clarification.
"Oh. Go ahead and open it up," He orders you, and you can hear the smirk on his lips.
"It's from you?" You ask, relaxing as you approach it. "What is it?"
"Open it," He repeats.
You hold the phone between your shoulder and cheek before picking up the box and ripping open the paper. As soon as you see the words Crave Joy Vibrator on the box, you drop it back onto your bed. "James Buchanan Barnes!"
He laughs heartily at your reaction. "You're welcome, fairy."
"I'm not thankful!" You exclaim, curiously scanning the box. "I told you, I don't need one - I wouldn't even know where to start with this thing?"
"Need me to talk you through it?" He asks you slyly.
"Buck-"
"Get on the bed."
Your breath hitches in your throat at his blunt command. Once you remember how to breathe, you scoff. "Excuse me?"
"You know I don't like repeating myself, fairy," He says with a warning tone.
An incredulous laugh leaves your mouth but you do as he says; something you find hard not to do. Ever since you met, Bucky's had a weird hold on you - perhaps it's the same hold he has on everyone he meets, but it makes it so you can't go too long before giving in to what he wants.
"Now, what?" You ask with a whisper as you stare up at the ceiling.
"Have you got the toy in your hand?" He asks lowly, making your stomach flutter.
The silicone vibrator sits in your palm, your breaths getting heavier just at the thought of what's about to happen. "Yes," You reply.
"Good girl," Bucky mumbles, sending a shiver down your spine. "Now, take off that tiny, black skirt you're wearing."
Your eyes widen. "How did you-"
"It's Friday. That cute intern you like is in, so you put on the sluttiest skirt you own to impress him," He tells you coolly. "Didn't you, fairy?"
Glancing down at the skirt that barely meets your mid-thigh, you let out a soft laugh. "It's not that short."
"In fact, leave it on," Bucky changes his mind. "Pull down your panties."
You've never done anything like this before, much less with him, so you hesitate. "Bucky-"
"There'll be plenty of opportunity for you to say my name later on. For now, just do as I say. Do you understand me?"
A shaky breath escapes your mouth. "Yes."
"Good. Panties off."
You pull them down your legs, tossing them to the side. Your heart skips a beat as you feel the cool air against your pussy, teasing you, as though it knows you're about to do something naughty.
"Turn the vibrator on. I wanna hear it," Bucky orders you.
You open your eyes and look at the vibrator, turning it around until you spot the power button. You press it once, twice, three times before realizing you need to hold it down, and when you do, the sudden vibration makes you gasp.
"That's it. We can stick to the first setting for now," He says slyly.
"That's only the first setting?" You ask, equally amazed as you are nervous.
"Put it against your clit."
Your heart races as you slowly move the vibrator to between your legs, gasping when you feel it against your skin. Bucky's voice alone has got you soaked already, so your pussy more than welcomes the vibrator as you bring it to your clit. Immediately, your legs freeze up as you suck in a gasp. Shuddering gasps escape your mouth. You've never felt anything like this before.
"That feel good, baby?" Bucky asks, and you can hear some fumbling from his end before the sound of a zipper. This is the first time anything sexual has happened between you, but it feels too good for you to fear what it means for your friendship.
"Yes," You whimper as your hips buck up. "Oh, fuck."
"You sound so fucking sexy," He mumbles as his breathing gets heavier. "Keep going, fairy. Don't stop." His hand is wrapped around his cock as he imagines it's yours - no, your mouth - fuck, your pussy. He should feel guilty for thinking of you in that way, but he can't help it. He's been attracted to you since the day you met, and he's spent the past two years being on his best behaviour around you, but he can no longer hold back. But it sounds like you're enjoying it just as much as him.
"Oh, fuck," You whimper as your back arches up off the bed. "Jamie, please."
Bucky's mind goes blank. That's the first time you've called him that - Jamie - and it's the hottest thing he's ever heard. "Shit, call me that again," He groans. "You've got me so fucking hard, fairy."
"Jamie," You whine. "Jamie, feels so good."
"Atta girl," He mumbles between heavy breaths. "Don't stop, don't you fucking dare stop. Feel good?"
"Yes," You reply instantly as your legs shudder.
"Play with your tits, fairy," He orders you lowly. "Want you to get your nipples nice and hard for me."
With a shaky breath, you put your phone on speaker before resting it on the pillow above your head. Using your now-free hand, you rub and stroke your nipples, letting out small whimpers as you do so.
"That's it, rub 'em softly for me. They getting hard?" He asks, and you can hear the sound of his hand gently making contact with his balls as he jerks himself off. You shouldn't be so comfortable with this situation, but you can't help it. Bucky's only ever made you feel safe, even now, as he's touching himself to the sound of you touching yourself.
"They're so hard, Jamie," You whisper, arching your back off the bed as the vibrator continues stimulating your clit.
"Good girl. Go ahead and pull on 'em," He says, his voice lower and more gruff than usual. "Twist them for me, fairy."
You let out a whine as you do as he says, the tinge of pain only adding to your pleasure.
"Don't stop," Bucky orders. "Keep going. Keep pulling them, I don't care if it hurts."
"Jamie," You cry out, feeling your climax swiftly approach. "I'm so fucking close."
"Yeah? You almost there, baby?" He asks you teasingly as his own breaths quicken. "I'm - fuck - I'm close, too. Want me to cum for you?"
"Please," You immediately reply. "Please, Jamie, I need you to cum for me."
"Don't worry, baby, it's all yours," He says, his words music to your ears. "C'mon, fairy, cum. Be my good girl. Can you do that for me?"
Every inch of your skin feels like it's on fire as your cunt squeezes around nothing. With a sudden jolt, you cum, letting out a strangled moan of his name. "Jamie, Jamie, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," You repeat like a mantra.
"Fuck, that's my girl," He groans. "I'm cumming so hard for you. Fuck."
The two of you let out harmonious moans as you ride through your orgasms, still too blissful to care about the implications this has for your friendship. As you come down from your high, you listen to Bucky's grunts, each one sending a shiver down your spine.
"Oh, shit," He whispers between heavy breaths. "Think that's the hardest I've ever cum."
"Me- me too," You reply weakly, switching off the vibrator and tossing it to the side.
There's a short silence, and for a second you wonder whether he's hung up, but then his voice comes through the phone again. "How you feeling, fairy?"
You can't help but laugh, in disbelief at what just happened. "Good. I'm good," You reply honestly. "You?"
Bucky lets out a content sigh before a soft chuckle leaves his mouth. "Yeah, I'm good too," is his answer. "Wanna go get some dinner?"
"Can we watch that movie after?" You request. "You promised we would as soon as it came out."
"Alright, alright. But if it's as terrible as I know it will be, I'm walking out," He threatens, though you know he never would.
"Fine," You say with a smile. "Pick me up in an hour?"
"I'll see you then, fairy."
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A Little Rusty (Ep.4)
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Summary: As an aspiring author and current intern, getting a new car was a luxury you never dreamed of. Natasha, your roommate, used you as a personal chauffeur until your car started breaking down. Luckily, you knew some people who worked at Auto Buddy, an auto shop, who could fix your car. But you hadn’t met Bucky yet, and quickly after you found out you’d be stuck with him for a little while.
Pairing: Mechanic!Bucky x reader
words: 4,888
Warnings: big altercation, mentions of death, fighting, yelling, angst-turned-fluff!
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Bucky had started avoiding you now. 
When you worked as the secretary at Auto Buddy his eyes casted down and he didn’t flirt with you anymore. Before you had said his looks were too much but now there was a empty feeling in your chest, he didn’t compliment you anymore or really try to have a conversation. He needed space and you knew that, the entire altercation in the parking lot was just miscommunication that didn’t get cleared up soon enough. 
You: hey, I know things are weird and stuff but I’d really like for you to come to the opener tonight, it would mean a lot. 
Bucky: I’ll try my best to be there, things are coming up at home
As you sat in the house seats while watching the rehearsal you frowned at your phone, there were no text bubbles popping up so that was what he left you with, no explanation. Your book was pulled up beside you, your laptop shining a blue light on your face. You had started to get the ball moving when it came to publishers, emailing back and forth to see when a good meeting time would be. Only one company had really stuck with you but the boss was on vacation so you’d meet with him when he got back. 
Time passed and your fingers typed quickly on your keyboard, letting everything that was piled up flow out as you tried to work it into the plot of your story. It seemed to work, you wrote chapters out of order but always saved the climactic scenes for the end. Lightbulbs kept going off in your head, you could barely keep up with everything you were writing. 
“Let me see that,” the laptop was ripped out of your hands and Ryan stood above you, looking at what you were writing, “what is this?” 
“Give it back,” you stood and took the laptop back, making sure everything was saved before closing it. You looked around to see no one was rehearsing anymore, “are you guys done?” 
“Were we really that boring?” Ryan crossed his arms in front of his chest, you couldn’t figure out if he was being sarcastic or not. 
“No,” you laughed it off, “I was just really into my book.” 
“Sure,” he nodded, “so…who’s coming from your family tonight?” 
“Just friends, my roommate and some people…” you shrugged, not knowing what to call Bucky in this situation. 
“You mean the friend who’s rude to you and the guy who’s grooming you?” he was not sarcastic. 
Your eyebrows pulled together as you recoiled from his bluntness, “Ryan,” you gritted our, “he’s not grooming me and my roommate is my closest friend, she’s my everything.” 
“Come on,” he laughed, “you can’t be serious, right?” he looked around, checking over his shoulder before looking back down to you, “they’re all your friends because they feel bad, don’t you see that?” you gave him a confused look, “what’s something all your friends have that you don't?”
“I don’t know…?” you felt yourself shrinking, wishing Bucky was here. 
“They have a steady income,” his head dropped to the side like you should have known the answer, “they have steady jobs and no money or food insecurity. You on the other hand are now working two jobs for money and are dreaming of a business you will probably never succeed in, alright?” His hand reached out and touched your shoulder, coldness radiated from the area, “I’m your everything, I’m the only one who’s real with you and actually cares, you see?” 
“Y-yeah,” you nodded, your hand running up and down your forearm, after thinking for a moment you became more sure, “yeah, I get it.” 
“Good,” he leaned back and smiled, “you can hang with me after the show, I wouldn't want you to uninvite them all of a sudden, just find me after the show and we’ll figure it out.” His voice was so calm as he spoke, eyes full in sincerity; it actually seemed like he cared. 
Your mind was blank as you tried to forget what he was saying, though part of you thought he was being truthful the other half didn’t like how rude he was. Your mind faded to when Bucky said he was ‘buttering you up’ which didn’t make sense back then but you were starting to figure it out now; you had never dealt with abuse before and you didn’t know how it really started. 
Bucky might be right. 
All the cast and crew members sat around the stage as well as change rooms to talk and get ready for the performance. You knew most cast members were getting a little hasty recently because the show hadn’t been picked up and they wanted to get paid a little more for their efforts. It wasn’t greedy of them to want more money, they were severely underpaid but knew that’s how it would be in the beginning. The issue is that no one knows how long they’ll have to wait before getting a larger paycheck. 
Paychecks for cast were a lot different than crew, you had seen a raise in your pay but it wasn’t where you wanted it to be. Sam, the old Master of Props, was paid a lot more than you when he worked here. Maybe over time it would add up and seem like a lot but you needed most of that money now, you didn’t have time to save and invest. 
You sat alone in the prop room, painting the small things that were chipped during rehearsal. As you wokred with your headphones in you didn’t see the missed calls that were racking up on your phone, for some reason they weren’t going through. But after a song you didn’t like turned on you frantically called Natasha. 
“Hey-”
“What the fuck is wrong with you!” she screamed, your head jerked away from the phone. 
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t play dumb,” you had never heard her this angry, “you called Bucky and told him not to come, you crushed his fucking heart, Y/N!” 
“I didn’t do that,” you quickly ran outside through the back door, thinking you were running to your car but it was still gett fixed though it was almost done, “it must have been Ryan, I’m not kidding, he said all these things to me today and then he must have called, holy shit…” tears began to well in your eyes, “I’m not kidding, I really like Bucky, he poured his soul out to me a couple days ago- you know I’m not the person to do that,” as you stood in the alleyway your hands quickly moved to brush away your tears. 
“What did Ryan say?” her anger seemed to shift focus. 
“He said none of you guys actually cared about me,” it came out a choked sob, “he said you all faked it because you felt bad I don’t have a real job like you guys, he said I should trust him and only really hang out with him because he’s the only one that cares for me.” your hand gripped your throat, trying to scratch out the lump, “I know he’s wrong but he just knows what to say, he knows how to get in my head,” you cried as you slumped down the wall, wanting to curl on your side. 
Natasha stayed silent for a while as you sobbed apologies into your phone, trying to get her to say something. She was muttering to herself, a few curses, and groans. You didn’t know where she was but when you heard the sound of keys jingling you perked up. “Hold on, I’m coming to get you,” it was quick but you couldn’t ask why because of how fast she hung up. 
A hand gripped your mouth, making sure Ryan wouldn't hear you and get in your head again. The sound of your heartbeat thumped in your ears, your eyes squeezed shut. Two scenes were eliminated as you waited, trying not to be heard or seen. When you felt two hands grab you, a scream ripped from your lungs, you hit your head against a brick wall you were leaning against. What you saw was not what you expected. 
Bucky, with Natasha behind him. 
He looked like a mess, his eyes were bloodshot and his face was a little sunken on. A bit of muscle has dissolved as well, most likely from not eating as much as he should. But when you realized it was him you leaped for him like he did to you in the parking lot, wrapping your arms tightly and never letting go. 
“I didn’t say those things,” you rasped out, “I promise.” 
“I believe you,” his lips moved against your ear, “I know exactly how you feel, trust me, I know what he’s doing.” 
“I’m so sorry,” you sobbed, trying to get so close you wanted to crawl in his skin. 
“We’re going to get you out of here,” his hand pushed up your back and in a soothing way, “no show tonight for you, you need to get out of here.” 
“Okay,” you cried, turning your head towards his neck so your nose pressed right up against his skin. 
“I don’t think that’s gonna work,” a new voice called from the door, you pulled away to see Ryan standing there with a curious look, “so this is the groomer?” 
“Ryan!” you screamed, trying to push Bucky behind you but he got to it first. 
“Let me cut to the fucking chase,” Bucky sized up the lanky theater boy, “you stay away from her, you hear me?” his head dipped as he checked Ryan out in a threatening way, “you’re fucking toxic and you know exactly what you’re doing.” 
“Really?” he asked, “I’m just saying what we are all thinking here.” 
“Really?” Bucky mocked, “because what I’m thinking is that you’re a fucking asshole who is trying to suck the life out my girl,” he growled, “I’m thinking that you’re creating then  praying on insecurities and trying to suck her into your little world, I know exactly what you’re doing-”
Ryan pulled his fist back but Bucky was too quick for him, ducking and punching Ryan in the stomach. You screamed out for Bucky, trying to get him to stop because you knew how much trouble you’d get into. 
“You wanna know how I know, huh, you wanna fucking know!” Bucky screamed from over top of Ryan, “because I had a girlfriend-a fucking wife just like you- I had a terrible human being butter me up and make me feel lonely, make me feel insecure, and make me feel like she was the only person I needed,” he panted from above, “she hit me, threw things, tried to fucking kill me once- but that doesn’t matter, you wanna know why?” when Ryan didn’t say anything Bucky screamed again, “I asked a fucking question!” 
“W-why?” Ryan was shaking, you had never seen him like this before. 
“I’ll tell you why,” Bucky kneeled, “Y/N over there doesn’t deserve your bullshit, she doesn’t deserve part of her life wasted only to leave her traumatized.” he gripped Ryan’s chin, watching as he squirmed to get away, “does this make you uncomfortable?” his mocking tone dripped from his mouth, “good.” he flicked his hand off and stood up, turning to you and seeing you stand in Natasha’s hug. 
Ryan took the chance to run inside, slamming the door behind him. When you saw Bucky standing there, fists clenched and labored breaths you saw something else. He was hurting, tears gathered in his eyes as he looked at you, something was happening in his head. 
“A-” the words got caught on his tongue, “are you scared of me now?” 
“Oh god,” you sighed and ran to him, pulling him down into a hug, “I’d never be scared, never, don’t ever think that.” his face wasn’t deep in your neck like yours was, he was looking forward. When you pulled away you saw Natasha staring at Bucky, a look was shared between the two of them that you didn’t know the reason behind. 
“Let me take you to my apartment,” Bucky whispered, “I have to show you something.” 
“It’s okay,” you sniffled and pulled away, brushing your fingers through his hair, “let's go to my place-”
“I have to,” his voice shook, “I have to.” 
Natasha drove in Steve’s car, she didn’t have a license but you didn’t care at that point. You and Bucky sat in the back seat, arms wrapped around each other as you both silently cried. He’d pet your hair and kiss your head, whispering things to you. Your fingers found their way to his beard and began playing with it, liking the way it sounded against your nails. There were a few gray patches that were coming in, making sure he knew you loved them. You left a kiss there. 
It was the most intimate you had been with him, kissing his stubble. It seemed he noticed it too, looking down at you and kissing your forehead but leaving his lips pressed to your skin for a while, letting you soak in his love. Both of you worked to clear each other’s tears, trying to swipe them away and soon enough you were able to stop the tears. 
The windows were down and the spring, turning summer, air whipped across your face, drying out the tears on your cheeks. When Bucky felt you shiver he pulled you closer, after a few shivers in a row he kept you squeezed and let his cheek rest on the top of your head. His thumb never stopped gently rubbing your arm, it was a very simple action but even the smallest thing he did made you melt into him more. 
After driving straight for a while Natasha turned right and into an apartment complex, it was a little outside the city so there was more greenery and space around. Through the window you were facing you saw people standing on balconies using their barbeque or sitting on furniture having a drink with their friends. 
Natasha pulled into a driveway and turned off the car, letting all three of you sit in silence for a couple minutes. Bucky slowly moved and Natasha turned around, “Here you are,” Natasha whispered, “I believe in you, Buck.” then her eyes moved down to you, “I love you, Y/N, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” with a small smile you nodded and got out of the car. 
“Thank you,” he smiled for a second before helping you get out. 
His complex was smaller than yours, there were balconies for every apartment which took up a lot of space on the outside of the building. The windows were large, most likely letting in lots of natural light. It was a red colour brick that held together three stories of apartments, parking lots were everywhere and entrance points. 
“Okay,” he whispered after walking up to the door that was next to his convertible, “remember when we first met and you saw that little girl with the giraffe on my phone?” You nodded, instinctively taking his hand into yours, “that’s not my niece…” he smiled as tears gathered in his eyes, “her name is Rebecca, I call her Becca, she’s named after my sister who moved to Europe and she’s…” he swallowed heavily, “she’s my daughter.” 
His face cringed as he waited for your response, “how old is she?” you asked softly. 
“Sh-she’s five,” his eyes lit up, realizing you weren’t going to leave, “just celebrated so…she’s got some new toys and stuff.” 
“Would you like me to meet her?” you asked, reaching up and cupping his cheek, “you can tell her I’m a really good friend.” 
“I’ve talked about you before,” he laughed it off, “you are a really good friend from work,” the smile grew, “she’s wanted to meet you for a while.” 
“Can I ask a question?” you stepped forward, placing both hands on his chest, “does she know her mother?” 
Bucky shook his head, “she left pretty soon after she was born.” 
“And-...” your hand came to cover your trembling lip, “did the mother really try to kill you?” 
“I have a really nasty scar on my left shoulder,” was all he said before taking you up the stairs. 
You walked behind him on the single-file staircase, you could see he was biting his nails and the calluses on his palm. It was painfully obvious Natasha had driven to Bucky’s apartment and then to the theatre, he was dressed in plaid pyjama pants and a solid army green shirt. His hair was a little ruffled, he didn’t have time to pull it back or curl it behind his ear when Natasha probably broke into his house. 
His apartment was in the middle of the hallway, his hands shook as he tried to get the key into the lock. “Here,” you whispered and gently placed your hand over his, guiding it into the lock and turning it for him. Before the door could completely open Bucky took a deep breath and rolled his shoulders back, putting a smile on his face. 
“Daddy!” a little voice screamed, bare feet slapped against the tile as a little girl ran to Bucky, jumping into his arms because he crouched down. 
“Hey, princess,” Bucky whispered and held his daughter’s head into his chest, “I told you I’d be back by the time the movie was done.” Bucky stood up and kept Becca on his hip, “let me introduce you to my friend.” 
You leaned forward, “hi,” you tickled her chin which made her squeal. Becca became shy and tried to hide in Bucky’s chest, you just laughed and scratched her back, making her peek her head out to see you. 
“Are you daddy’s friend?” she whispered. 
“Yes I am,” your hand rubbed her back for a bit. 
Bucky walked into his apartment and you followed, taking a seat at a bar stool after Bucky placed her down in front of the TV with her toys. When he came back over to you his arms pulled you into a hug, you rubbed his back and let him take a deep breath. 
“Excuse me, Ms.?” the little voice piped up, you leaned out of the hug to see Becca holding two dolls, “do you wanna play?” 
“Of course,” you smiled and rubbed Bucky’s back one more time before walking over to her play area, “and just call me Y/N,” you squished her cheeks, “can I call you Becca?” 
“Yes please,” she smiled and jumped from a sitting position, handing you a doll. She didn’t give any context for what the story was about but you played along, making sound effects and changing your voice for dialogue. 
“So,” you whispered, “what’s the story?” 
Becca’s face lit up, “okay, so here’s me,” she held up a doll with blue eyes and curly dark hair who actually looked like her, “and you take her because she looks like you,” Becca passed you another doll from her container. 
“Thank you,” you smiled and changed how you were sitting from resting on your calves to crossed legged, knowing you were going to be here for while. 
“This is my pet Sparky,” she held up an orange cat toy that was proportionate to the doll, it did look like they didn’t come together in one set. Becca’s chest was filled with random figurines and dolls, there was another box beside her with lego in it; some sets were built and others were definitely her own creation. 
“Hello Sparky,” you took your doll and made it wave their hand, make Becca burst out in happy laughter, excited that you were actually playing. 
Becca’s ideas were cut off with anecdotes, she’d look at a toy and think of something else to tell you. It was obvious she told Bucky about what she was playing, her eyes either looking at the dolls as she petted their hair back or looking at Bucky who was making something in the kitchen. Becca went at lightning pace as she introduced you to every single toy she owned, you did the same thing everytime; waving your doll’s hand which made Becca extremely happy. 
The small area in front of you was now filled with toys that were taken out of the now empty bins, Bucky looked over and asked Becca to clean them up when she was done but Becca nodded with a smile, “I always clean up,” she said to you. 
“That’s good,” you nodded with a wide smile, the more you looked at her the more you saw Bucky in the features of her face, her eyes and the colour of her hair. Their smiles were the same, when she’d giggle you looked over at Bucky to see him smiling the same way. 
When Becca was too busy finding another toy to re-introduce to you, you looked over your shoulder to see Bucky standing with his arms crossed and leaning up against the counter, the proudest look on her face as he watched Becca, he didn’t even notice you were looking at him; all his attention was on his beautiful daughter. 
With a loud gasp Becca stood up and got everyone’s attention, “daddy?” she asked. 
“Yes, princess?” 
“Can…” Becca got shy again, wrapping her skirt around her fingers, “can I show Y/N Mr. Fuzzy Bear?” 
Bucky nodded but did so very slowly, “you wanna show her Mr. Fuzzy Bear?” it looked as though he was in disbelief. 
“Yes please,” she jumped a few times, taking off and running down the short hallway and into her room. 
When you looked at Bucky his mouth was slightly open, after whispering his name he looked at you, “her favourite bear, I’m only allowed to touch him when I have permission, he sits on the toilet when she takes a bath, it can’t leave her room…” he shook his head and leaned forward to try and see her in her room, “Becca, baby?” he called but got no response, “she’s probably nervous,” he whispered to you and walked over to her room, knocking on the door before walking in, “what’s going on, hunny?” his voice grew sympathetic immediately. 
Only now did you hear her crying. 
Without trying to be nosy you tried to tune out the hushed noises coming from the pink room. Your hands made work on organizing her toys, trying to place all the same kind of dolls together in the bucket, you collected the dresses and other clothes the dolls could wear and laid them flat in the box while also putting in random things that didn’t really fit. You noticed there were rectangular imprints on the carpet in the corner, somewhat hiding behind the TV. you pushed both boxes over and then sat up, not knowing what to do now. 
Very cautiously you walked over to her room, hearing little sniffles and Bucky’s gentle words drifting out of the small crack left from the door that was left ajar. Her door had a few drawings on it and her name on a little sign. 
“Mrs. Becca,” you said as softly as you possible can, “would you like to see how I put away all your toys, I want to make sure I did it right.” you waited and heard a gasp from Bucky. 
“Do you want to go see?” his voice was very high. 
“It’s okay if I did it wrong, you can teach me,” your hand laid flat again the door, slowly pushing it open and giving Becca enough time to run up and slam if shut if she so chose. When you pushed the door completely open you saw Becca sitting on the edge of her bed with a small brown bear in her arms and pushed tightly against her chest. “You have a lovely room, Becca,” you looked around, trying not to look at the bear. 
“What do you say?” Bucky rubbed her back. 
A muffled, “thank you,” came from Becca as she shoved her face in the bear’s head. 
“Bucky,” you smiled at him, “can I talk to you outside for a sec?” 
“Yeah,” Bucky stood and pressed a kiss to Becca’s head. He could tell what was coming and after shutting the door softly he rubbed your arm, “sorry about that,” his voice was barely a whisper to make sure Becca didn’t hear, “she’s very possessive over the bear.” 
“Is that it?” you asked, “what did she say?” 
Bucky walked forward and away from the door which prompted you to follow him into the living room, “she loves Nat, Steve, Sam, everyone who comes here, she has a blast when they’re over…” he paused and looked over to see her door still shut, “she told me that because I’ve talked about you before she wanted to make sure you’d like her like my other friends did and none of them have really met Mr. Fuzzy Bear,” he said the name so casually, “and she thought she had enough courage to show you because she really likes you and likes how you play with her so…yeah,” he shrugged, “bit off more than she could chew, the same thing happened last week when there was show and tell and she wanted to bring her bear.” 
“She got upset?” you asked, feeling your heart twist a little. 
“She’s very attached to her toys, I mean, her mind is so creative she’s got all these stories for all her toys and she remembers all of them and she makes personalities and voices for all her dolls it’s just…” Bucky shrugged and pushed the hair out of his face, “she’s very attached to Fuzzy Bear and recently she wants other people to meet him but she hasn’t learned how to do that yet, as much as I hate seeing her cry and I want her to figure out on her own that she can introduce her favourite things to other people without thinking people are going to leave or make fun of her.” 
“I see,” you nodded, “I think you’ve shown her a great tip.” 
“What do you mean?” he smirked. 
“Becca is your Mr. Fuzzy Bear,” you laughed and Bucky shook his head, not understanding, “you didn’t want me to meet or know about Becca for a while because you didn’t want me running away, she’s your daughter so yes you’re going to be protective of her but you just learned that showing people things won’t always lead to bad stuff happening- I think your daughter is so cool, she reminds me of me.” 
“I-...” Bucky stood there and looked over his shoulder, at a loss for words, “you’re right…” 
You patted his shoulder and walked around Bucky heading back over to the room, the door was shut again so you knocked, “Hey, Becca.”
“Yeah?” her voice sounded a little better, not full of tears or shaky. 
“What colour is Mr. Fuzzy Bear?” 
“He’s got light brown fur that’s very short but very soft,” you could hear the tiniest smile. 
“Becca has anyone told you how smart you are?” you paused and she didn’t respond, “you’re in kindergarten and you’re saying all these descriptive words, do you know what they’re called?” 
“...” the door slightly opened, “what is it called?” her head poked out. 
You crouched down, “my job is writing stories, in order to tell people what things look like I use adjectives,” you paused and watched her figure the word out, repeating it back to you, “so brown, soft, short hair, those are all…” 
“Addictives!” she cheered, you nodded even though she got it wrong. “You make stories for work like daddy fixes cars?” Her eyes widened. 
“I do,” you bite your bottom lip to match what she was doing, trying to hold in excitement, “I make ideas in my head and I write them out, just like you make stories in your head and act them out, isn’t it fun?” 
“It’s my favourite,” she said right away, “Mr. Fuzzy Bear has been my friend for a long time, he gives really good hugs and likes to watch me play with my toys. I normally tell him and daddy all my stories for my dolls.” 
“Very cool,” your hand reached out and rubbed her chubby cheek, “can I tell you something?” you looked over your shoulder to see Bucky smiling proudly again, you leaned in and acted like you were telling a secret. “It’s okay if you don’t want me to meet Mr. Fuzzy Bear, I’m not mad, I love your other dolls and toys too, I’m not going to be upset.” when you pulled away Becca was staring at you. 
“Really?” her hands went back to her skirt, “you won’t get mad?” 
“Not at all,” your hand twisted a curl around a finger, “can I stay for dinner though?” 
“Daddy?” Becca yelled, “can Y/N stay for dinner?” 
“Of course she can,” Bucky nodded and opened his arms wide, letting Becca sprint up to him and jump in his arms, “she can stay for as long as you’d like.” 
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navybrat817 · 2 months
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Do you think Bucky would be possessive if you aren't his girl?
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Nonnie, I think you forgot a word at the end of your question.
YET.
You aren't his girl yet.
But imagine Bucky is sitting at a table and a few agents are sitting there as well. He tries to block out the chatter, until one of them mentions your name. Followed by his.
"Barnes, you hitting that?"
Which would have him seeing red. Because he wants to fuck you, yes. He also wants to give you the care you deserve. He wants you to be his completely.
"If you're asking if she's my girl," he says as calmly as he can manage, "No."
"So, I have a chance," the agent smirks.
That look is quickly wiped away when Bucky takes a knife out of what appears to be thin air and drives it through the table as the chatter ceases. The blade is right between the agent's fingers. Miraculously, he didn't get cut.
The former Asset is that good.
"You didn't let me finish. She's not my girl yet. So, no, you don't have a chance."
But the question is, did you happen to walk in and witness the event or did word get around?
Love and thanks! ❤️
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*~.It’s so comforting to know I can stay up till 2 am reading the most toe curling, filthy, plotless smut in a warm bed on thanksgiving break. This is what the holidays are all about. *~.
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capibuck · 3 months
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December, 1943. You are beautiful, even when you sleep.
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