#bucky's a mess but at least he's trying lmao

[ace-oreos]

James B. Barnes and the Complicated Art of Being a Person Ch. 2

My first venture into Marvel fanfic cross-posted from Ao3. Post-Endgame, pre-The Falcon and the Winter Soldier era Bucky coming to terms with everything that's happened since Civil War.

Bucky Barnes has the chance to start over.

Except he isn't starting over, not really. This is more of a... a retake. A correction. A chance to pick up where he left off, back in 1945. Only the Brooklyn of the twenty-first century isn't the Brooklyn he remembers, and there's no Steve Rogers here to keep him on track. Nothing is anywhere close to how it used to be.

But there's no Winter Soldier, either. Which means Bucky might actually have a chance to make a life for himself.

Right?

9:14 A.M.: Missed call from Sam Wilson

9:17 A.M.: Voicemail from Sam Wilson

Bucky stares at the screen. Sighs. Presses play. 

Sam’s voice echoes too loudly in the near-empty apartment.

“Hey, Bucky. I know this is kinda weird, but uh… I dunno, just thought I should reach out, I guess, I know I texted you the other - yeah. Anyway, I hope you’re not, like, scaring your neighbors by singing Russian lullabies or something.”

Sam pauses here. Bucky is about ready to delete the message when there’s a rough sound like a throat being cleared. 

“I know it’s probably been especially hard since Steve - well, we’re right there with ya. We all miss him.” Another pause. A deep breath. Sam’s voice is steadier when he continues. “You don’t have to call me back or anything like that. Just promise you won’t - God, I don’t know, bash anyone’s skull in? Stab someone who’s just taking out their trash or something?” 

Sam allows himself a chuckle at his own humor. “Alright, I gotta go. Take care, Buck.” 

Bucky lets the remainder of the message run itself out. He doesn’t know what to make of it, except he’s sure he doesn’t like someone he barely knows calling him Buck and that Wilson doesn’t know the half of what he’s poking at, Steve and lullabies and all. 

(He tells himself he’ll get around to deleting it later.) 

There’s something of an underlying challenge from Sam, too. Bucky translates the whole try not to murder anyone spiel to try to act like you’re not the most unstable old man this side of the 1950s. The kid’s a real comedian. 

A dangerous defiance sets his nerves buzzing. So Wilson thinks Bucky can’t handle being left to his own devices. And maybe he can’t, but that’s hardly Sam’s business. Fucking Avengers sticking their noses where they don’t belong. Last Bucky checked, this is his deal to figure out. Him and SHIELD and a good chunk of the U.S. intelligence community. They’d tried to hide that one from him, but it isn’t his fault their surveillance isn’t exactly subtle. 

Feeling a spike of anger at it all, Bucky grabs his keys and pounds downstairs. There’s a coffee shop a few doors down that he’s only thought about in passing but is now unequivocally his destination. He probably shouldn’t be going into this - unknown territory, for all intents and purposes - all riled up, but he has a point to make. 

The anger carries him through the door and abruptly falters as soon as he’s far enough inside that turning back now would be too obvious. It’s a small place, all dark wood and soft lighting, with a steady stream of people manuevering between the tables.

Hmm. Maybe this isn’t such a hot idea. 

Goddamn it, Barnes. 

“Fuck it,” he mutters aloud. It’s a coffee shop, for God’s sake. He can handle this. 

But there really are a lot of people here. He eyes them warily, and so far the most he gets in return is a puzzled glance.

He tries to focus on the chalkboard menu mounted behind the small counter. It’s almost alarming how many options there are. He doesn’t know what most of them even are, so he decides the safest route is a simple black coffee like he could’ve made at home if he was thinking clearly for once. 

Black coffee, he repeats firmly, trying to ignore the uncomfortable itch that’s crawling up his spine. There are too many people here. Too many eyes on him. He can’t see the door, and there’s already a few people queuing up behind him. He’s effectively stuck. 

Bucky is out of his depth in a fucking coffee shop. He’s not sure he can fully comprehend the sheer stupidity of it all. 

He arrives at the counter much sooner than he would have liked and waits patiently for the young woman to turn her attention to him. It’s two words. Five, if you counted please and thank you like his mom would’ve wanted. His mom. What would she say if she could see her son - 

“Can I help you?” the woman asks before she’s fully facing him. After handing a steaming cup to another customer, she turns her eyes to him expectantly, and her smile falters.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

He rushes through his order before she can start asking questions. “Um. Just a black coffee, please.” His voice catches in a way he thought HYDRA had drilled out of him. “Thanks.” 

Her smile returns, but there’s more cracks in it than there were before. “Size?” she asks, poised to retrieve a cup from the stack of Styrofoam behind the counter.

“Small,” he manages. 

Just when he thinks he’s managed to muddle through this, she uncaps a marker and holds it ready to scrawl on the cup. “Can I have your name, please?” 

“James,” he says without thinking. It feels strange in his mouth. 

He fumbles with his wallet and passes over the bills with an unsteady hand. If the woman notices, she doesn’t comment. He’s inordinately grateful for that. 

He slinks to the back corner to wait. His heart hammers in his chest, and it takes a few deliberate breaths before it starts to slow. He’s still uncomfortably aware of the glances that are coming his way more frequently now, but he does his best to paste a bland approximation of a smile on his face and fixes his gaze on the opposite wall. 

Bucky shifts his weight from one foot to the other while he waits. How long does it take to make a cup of coffee? 

Just when he’s convinced he can’t take much more of this - there’s still no way to make a quick exit, damn it - the woman holds up a cup and calls, “Black coffee for James?” 

He crosses the distance to the counter and takes it with mumbled thanks. He pauses long enough to grab a napkin, then beats a hasty retreat through the press of people and out the door. He doesn’t let out a sigh of relief until he’s put a good distance between himself and the storefront. 

Systems check, he thinks as he takes a cautious sip. He smiles despite himself when the first word that comes to mind is shitty. He may be a complete fucking mess, but at least he knows it, right? 

The coffee isn’t half bad. Some people - Sam Wilson comes to mind, for whatever reason - may not be inclined to agree, but Sam seems like the sort to ruin a decent cup of coffee with a greatly disproportionate sugar-to-liquid ratio. 

Bucky is almost tempted to return Sam’s call, if only for the satisfaction of telling him he underestimated Bucky’s ability to act like a normal person. Then he thinks about how close he was to completely losing his shit in a coffee shop and decides against it. 

It’s probably a good thing that the conditions of his pardon include court-mandated therapy. 

Bucky drinks his coffee and walks, enjoying the midmorning sun on his face. It’s nice out today, and if he doesn’t try to squint through the sunlight it could almost be any late spring day ninety years ago. The bricks were probably a more vivid red back then, and God knows the streets weren’t half as loud, but the city looks… familiar. He lets himself enjoy it. 

He enjoys it right up until he accidentally collides directly with someone waiting for a bus because, you know, it’s stupid bright and he can’t see shit. The guy ends up going one way and the bag he was holding goes another. 

“Shit, sorry.” Bucky stoops to retrieve the bag with his free hand and offers it to its owner. The guy, who was picking himself up off the bench he’d stumbled onto, goes to take the bag and freezes.

In the split second that their eyes lock, Bucky wills him not to speak. Just take the goddamn bag before - 

“You’re - you’re Bucky Barnes,” the guy says. 

“Yup.” Fuck.

“And you - you’re the Winter Soldier.” 

“Was,” Bucky corrects. He’s starting to feel stupid standing here holding the bag out.  

The guy doesn’t look convinced. He takes his bag warily, like he thinks Bucky is going to snap his wrist if he gets too close. Bucky, for his part, tries to school his expression into something less like a grimace and more of a painful smile. 

“Sorry about that,” he says again, hoping the guy will take that as his cue to end the conversation. 

“So you… live in Brooklyn.” 

“Yeah.” 

“And everyone’s - I mean, you can just do that?”

“As far as I know.” 

“The Winter Soldier lives in Brooklyn,” the guy repeats dubiously. 

Bucky sighs. “No, I live in Brooklyn.” 

A frown creases the guy’s forehead. “But you’re the Winter Soldier.”

Bucky starts to object, then shuts his mouth. It’s kind of true, isn’t it? The pardon is great and all, and Ayo and Princess Shuri and a dozen other Wakandan doctors besides insisted they successfully broke through the programming, but… the Winter Soldier is still part of him. Or he’s still the Winter Soldier. One of the two. Both?

“Look, I’m sorry I bumped into you, alright? My bad. Won’t happen again.” 

The guy opens his mouth, but Bucky walks away before he can say anything else. 

(It gets under his skin, though - the idea that even now, on the other side of the world and free from HYDRA’s control, he’s still the Winter Soldier. He doesn’t want to be.)

(God, what a stupid thing to say. He didn’t want any of it in the first place.) 

Bucky’s coffee is cold by the time he finishes it. He tosses the empty cup in a trash can on the sidewalk and debates his next move. Really, his options are to go home or… kick around the city and hope no one recognizes him. 

With another sigh, Bucky waits to cross the street so he can make his way home.

***

This century is stupid, Bucky decides. He’d like to go back to the 1940s now, thank you. He’s had quite enough of 2024 with its preoccupation with gadgets and social media and the complete and utter lack of fucking privacy. 

“... James?” 

The woman - Raynor, he’s pretty sure; he wasn’t really listening when she introduced herself - seems to be nearing the end of her patience. 

“I realize this is likely very difficult for you,” she says, “but for this to work, I need your cooperation.” 

“It’s therapy.” 

“Precisely - ”

“I just, I dunno, sit here while you crawl through my brain and tell me what’s wrong with me and then you do some weird shit to fix it. Hopefully you don’t zap me, though. Not sure my brain can take much more of the frying, you know?” 

“I - what?” Raynor looks genuinely baffled.

“You know, like HYDRA used to? You have my files - I know that’s what that folder is, by the way,” Bucky adds, nodding towards the thick folder on her desk.

Raynor looks like she’s chewing the inside of her cheek. Bucky hadn’t really meant to make her feel bad or whatever, but he would really just like it if she would stop asking him questions. 

“I know what your file says,” she says at last. “I wanted to hear it from you.”

He scowls. “That’s kind of fucked up.”

“James.” Couldn’t she at least call him Bucky? 

Well. He hadn’t exactly volunteered that he generally didn’t go by James. He hadn’t volunteered much of anything. 

“I recognize that you aren’t exactly eager to talk about… any of this,” Raynor continues. “But the only way to get better is to work through it. And I’m sure I hardly need to remind you that this is part of your pardon.”

“Yeah, you really didn’t.” 

Okay, he kind of feels bad for that one. He’s not trying to be rude, but come on. Yeah, he had to be pardoned by the government and it almost didn’t happen because he did some seriously fucked up shit that killed a lot of innocent people, he gets it, he remembers. 

Raynor sighs. “Let’s start small.” 

“Okay?” 

“Tell me what you’re doing now. Day-to-day, I mean.”

Seeing as it’s only been two weeks since he was cleared to move into an apartment on his own without constant supervision, Bucky doesn’t think it’s all that exciting. But he gets the feeling that isn’t the answer the nice lady is looking for, so he dutifully walks her through an average day in the life of the Wint - of Bucky Barnes.

“Okay.” She scribbles something down in a notebook. What the fuck is she doing that for? “And how have you been feeling?”

Pretty shitty, actually. He glares at the notebook. 

“James?” She glances up and frowns when she notices the look on his face. “Is something wrong?” 

A lot of things are wrong, actually. It’s a pretty astute observation. 

“I just… it’s nothing,” he says, because even in his head it sounds stupid. Sorry, Doc, the notebook is just really getting to me. Mind putting it somewhere far, far away from here? “At least it isn’t red,” he mutters to himself.

“Red? What’s red?” And then, when he doesn’t answer: “James?” 

“Notebook. It’s not red.” 

“I see,” Raynor says even though they both know she doesn’t. In fact, she completely misses the point, because she proceeds to write something else. 

Bucky lets out a sigh. He was really hoping he wouldn’t have to spell it out for her. But he does anyway since that seems to be the only way to get a message across nowadays. “Your notebook. It reminded me of HYDRA, okay?” 

It’s as much ground as he’s willing to give. Unfortunately, Raynor is all over it. 

“Can you expand on that?” 

“HYDRA,” he says reluctantly. “They had a notebook that had the - well, I don’t know what was actually in it besides the…” 

Raynor waits. 

“Look, don’t you already know this? Isn’t that the point of SHIELD giving you all those documents and reports and whatever the fuck else they could get their hands on?” Bucky grumbles. 

“SHIELD’s job is to give me the information I need to help you heal,” Raynor explains with remarkable patience. “But there’s a world of difference between reading a report put together by a government agent and hearing it from the person who experienced it firsthand.”

He’s forced to admit that it makes sense. 

“The notebook. It makes you… uncomfortable? Nervous? Anxious?”

Bucky considers it. “Nervous, I guess.”

“Because you feel like I’m writing down information to use against you, like HYDRA?” 

“That too.” 

All he can think of is that stupid notebook, the red fucking notebook with the star on it. It didn’t matter who was holding it; the notebook was bad news. He knew what it meant, after a while. He shouldn’t have been able to remember it, seeing as HYDRA made sure to wipe him after every mission, but eventually he learned to fear the little red book.

“If it helps at all, everything I’m writing here is strictly confidential.” Raynor is trying to catch his eye, but he’s looking everywhere but her. “The only people who have access to it besides me are SHIELD agents with the highest security clearance - ”

A jolt of anger brings him very much back to the present. “Wait, what? This is all going back to SHIELD?” 

“They are responsible for monitoring your wellbeing, James. Right now the government still considers you a significant threat.” 

“When were you going to tell me that? For fuck’s sake, I’m supposed to be spilling my guts about all the shit I was forced to do as the Winter Soldier and just be okay with the fact that any asshole from SHIELD can see it?” 

Blood roars in his ears. Even now, after they’d promised they would help him get back on track - whatever the fuck that even meant - SHIELD feels they can access his private shit as they please?

His metal arm whirs as his fist clenches at his side. Bucky shoves himself to his feet, struggling to keep his anger in check. “I’d like to go now.” 

“We’ve only been here for twenty minutes, James, I - ”

He shoves roughly through the door before she can finish. 

6:05 P.M., delivered to Sam Wilson: Hey, Sam. Got your voicemail. I’m fine.

6:09 P.M., delivered to Sam Wilson: thanks.

#bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #the winter soldier #sam wilson #captain america #princess shuri #the falcon and the winter soldier #christina raynor #marvel #fanfic #bucky's a mess but at least he's trying lmao

[ellemj]

Dreaming About Me?: 12 Days of Smut #8

Bucky Barnes x Reader One-Shot

Summary: Dreaming about Bucky during a stay in a safehouse leads to a morally-grey situation.

Warnings: profanity, teasing, masturbation, mutual masturbation, mentions of unprotected sex, wet dream, fingering, slight voyeurism, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This one felt pretty weak when I was writing it but I had a rough day lmao, hopefully the last 4 days will make up for it. I don't know how many of you read these A/Ns but...the Christmas day post will have something to do with Needs & Wants, do with that what you will.

            The cool metal fingers slide your panties down your thighs, as far down as he can get them until you finish the task by kicking them off of your ankles and letting them disappear somewhere within the mess of bedsheets. His vibranium hand glides over the curve of your ass, disappearing between your legs and giving you the expectation of pleasure, but refusing to touch you where you need him most. Every inch of your skin feels like it’s on fire, each nerve ending sparking with electricity just from being so close to him.

            “Bucky, please.” You whine, fisting the bedsheets and pushing back against him as much as possible, trying to encourage him to touch you more. You’re basically spooning in your current position, or at least you would be if he’d let you move any closer to him.

            “So impatient.” He tsks, laughing darkly after the words leave his mouth. His lips attach to the skin of your neck, sucking and biting gently, surely leaving you peppered with red and pink marks that will darken later on. “Do you want me to touch you?”

            “Please, I need it.” You moan out, stretching out your neck in hopes that he’ll continue his unrelenting ministrations there.

            You’re awoken abruptly, squeezing your thighs together and gripping the bedsheets tightly in your left fist, just like in the dream that you didn’t get to finish. You relax your legs, losing the delicious feeling of friction between them just as you realize how wet your panties are.

            “Y/n?” Bucky’s voice is quiet and breathy as he checks to see if you’re awake. You feel your cheeks turning red with embarrassment. You can only hope that you weren’t talking in your sleep, or more that you weren’t moaning in your sleep. You slowly turn over on your opposite side and once you’re facing him, you find him only a few inches away from you. He lies facing you with the covers bunched up around his waist, showing off his toned chest and rippled abs.

            “Did I wake you?” You ask innocently, trying to hide the fact that you just had a dirty dream about the man who’s lying right there next to you. But honestly, there isn’t a single person in the world that could fault you for the content of that dream. Just looking at him right now makes it feel as though you’re still in a wet dream.

            “Yeah, you were…” Bucky’s voice trails off as he tries to decide how to word what he’s about to say. You squeeze your eyes shut, ready to flee the shitty little safehouse and run straight out into the woods to be struck by lightning or maybe a falling tree to be put out of your misery. “You said my name.” Bucky’s sure of it. You definitely, one-hundred-percent said his name. It wasn’t even his name alone, it was paired with the neediest please that Bucky has ever heard. It’s why his dick is straining so hard against the fabric of his sweats right now.

            “Oh, I’m sorry. I must’ve been dreaming.” You mumble, turning back over and resuming your previous position, squeezing your legs together again, but for a different reason this time. You know how heightened Bucky’s senses are, and you know that his sense of smell could easily pick up your arousal from how close you currently are. That’s the last thing you need to happen.

            “Dreaming about me?” He knows the answer is a resounding yes, but he wants to hear you admit it.

            “Maybe it was a nightmare.” You lie, earning a soft laugh from him.

            “Bullshit, you moaned my name.” He says, clearly ready and willing to discuss what he thinks he just witnessed. He’s slightly annoyed and offended that you’d try to lie right to his face after lying next to him and making such needy sounds for the past two minutes. He knows he’s right. You were having a dream about him while he laid beside you and listened to you moan and whimper for two minutes straight. You moaned his fucking name.

            “I did not.” You argue, knowing full well that you probably did moan his name out loud, but absolutely refusing to admit it. You’d rather tell a hundred lies and piss him off with your dishonesty than admit to him that you were dreaming about exactly what he thinks you were dreaming about. He’s your colleague, and currently, your partner on a very tricky undercover mission. You don’t need to complicate things for either of you.

            “Are you going to tell me what we were doing?”

            “Absolutely not.”

            “So, it was a sex dream.” Bucky decides. You can tell from his tone of voice that he has a smug smile painted across his face. You groan and throw the covers back, stomping away to the bathroom.

            “Go back to sleep.” You grumble as you cross the threshold of the bedroom door and disappear into the dark hallway beyond. Bucky lies in bed for a few seconds after you’re gone, smiling to himself at this new development in your relationship. Can he even call it that? A relationship? Probably not, but he sure as hell doesn’t feel like he can call it a regular partnership between colleagues. You’ve only been on a total of three missions together, each one involving the two of you undercover as a couple, and each one involving an inordinate amount of public displays of affection. At first, you both tried to argue your way out of being sent out on such an assignment. You preferred simpler missions like stealing intel or recovering stolen SHIELD property, always working alone. Bucky preferred basically any mission that didn’t involve him having to put on an act. Yet, somehow, you both ended up being naturals. That’s how you ended up in this safehouse tonight, acting as bait to gain the enemy’s attention while Sam and Sharon break into a secure facility to steal something that’s of minimal interest to you. While there isn’t any type of surveillance inside of the small house, you know the second you turn on a light or step out onto the front porch, you’d be watched like a hawk.

            You’re in the bathroom splashing cold water on your face while Bucky lies on his back in bed, running his hands through his hair. He tries to rationalize with his vascular system. He needs his hard-on to have completely dissipated by the time you get back in here, or it’ll only get worse. He’s just about to tuck it underneath his waistband when he hears the shower begin running. He actually laughs out loud this time, but not loud enough that his voice carries to the bathroom. He’s positive that you’re about to take a cold shower. What the hell else could you be doing?

            You’re not taking a cold shower. You’d considered it, but then you asked yourself why you should let this moment go to waste. You’ve been on three missions back-to-back in the last week and you’ve barely had a moment to yourself. You’ve barely had a moment to do anything for yourself. So, you simply turned on the shower faucet and let the water run as you seat yourself on the floor and spread your legs. It may be a bit morally-grey, getting yourself off while thinking about your work partner, who happens to be sitting just down the hall. But morally-grey is going to have to do for now, because you can’t sleep like this. Sliding your right hand down the front of your shorts and panties, you draw in a sharp inhale as the pads of your fingers meet the excessive wetness between your legs. You knew you were horny but fuck, that little dream about Bucky really did you in. You know you have to be quick, so you start circling your fingertips around your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure and angling your open legs just right. You’ve always been so good at pleasuring yourself, sometimes able to make yourself reach an orgasm in under a minute if you’re really focused and turned on. Somehow, this time it’s even easier. Maybe it has to do with the fact that the only thing on your mind is Bucky Barnes. You close your eyes tightly and rub fast circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs, letting the dream from earlier replay in your mind. You can almost feel Bucky’s hand in place of your own and your chest begins to rise and fall quickly with each breath you take.

            “Fuck.” The whimpered curse leaves your lips so quietly that you don’t even worry about whether or not Bucky can hear you, because you’re sure that he can’t.

            But he heard you. Of course he fucking heard you. If you thought that his heightened senses were good enough to pick up the smell of your arousal through your pajamas then you should’ve assumed that his heightened sense of hearing could pick up your whimper from fifteen feet away. The melodious sound drifted down the hallway and straight to his ears, causing his already hard cock to let out another little drop of precum against the fabric of his boxers. He strains his ears as he tries to determine if the sound was really what he thinks it was. When he hears a second soft fuck followed by what sounds so much like his name, he’s pretty sure you’re touching yourself. He wants nothing more than to break down the fucking door. He wants to break down the door and see how you’re falling apart for him, without even having his hands on you. But he knows that isn’t an option. Instead, he chooses the most morally-grey option available.

            Bucky reaches into the waistband of his sweats and boxers and wraps his hand around the shaft of his cock, quickly setting a good pace as he begins stroking it. His hand glides up and down, spreading the abundant amount of precum along the entire length as his head falls back into the pillow. He knows it’s wrong, but if you’re doing it then why can’t he? Another moan falls from your lips down the hall and Bucky’s cock twitches in his hand. He didn’t expect his body to respond so much just to the sounds you make. He can tell by the quick breaths and uncontrollable curses escaping you that you’re close already, so he quickly works to catch up. He isn’t sure why he’s so set on finishing at the same time as you. If anything, he should want to finish first so he can quickly clean himself up and get back into bed before you notice anything amiss. But Bucky feels an undeniable urge to finish with you. Truthfully, he wishes he was finishing inside you, but for now, he can settle for simply cumming at the same time.

            You’re so close to your orgasm that you can’t stop yourself from letting out a few moans and curses. You tell yourself that the sound of the running water will drown you out and Bucky won’t hear a thing, but a little part of you is hoping that he not only hears you, but that he’s enjoying this as much as you are. You imagine him touching himself at the mere sound of you, stroking his cock at a pace that matches your own, chasing his release right alongside you. When you finally fall over the edge, letting bliss overtake your entire body, you moan out his name just like you did in your sleep earlier.

            “Bucky, please.”

            He imagines that’s how you’d sound when you’re begging him to cum inside you. So, as soon as the words have left your mouth, Bucky’s own orgasm washes over him in waves as he fucks his hand. He imagines you taking every drop of his release, filling you up and then listening to your pretty little voice thank him for cumming inside of you.

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[burninblood]

guys, I sense a lot of tension about this whole buckynat situation XD ... there is even some hate going on on "X" saying they should have stayed broken and stuff... and, listen, I understand, this kind of reunion wasn't what we was hoping for after all these years (10 years?!?!) and of course we had better scenarios in our mind and we were hoping for more good character work (or any characters work at all!), and we want to hear Nat's version (eheh) and these writers are, let's say, uhm, not so good...

BUT

these are american superhero comics for you in 2024. No greatly written for most part, action focused all the time, little or not at all character development, aiming to reach big sales or them get cancelled, flowing with the MCU synergy and stuff. And I tell you as someone who has read comics her whole life (and I had a loooong life, ok XDDD): bad moments in comics come and go, and poor characters run through a lot of shitty writing, and this happens all the time.

Are Lanzing and Kelly good writers? No. HELL NO.

Do I think Cold War was the worst thing written in the media in the maybe last 5 years? YES with a cherry on top! 100% YES.

Is Thunderbolts a good mini series? ... Well, not really. Better than SOL and CW, but still, we're not quite there yet. It was basically random, with a stretched plot that I can't even recall, and really not a team book since it doesn't focused on any of its characters for real. 'Cause you know, I said it before: no character work, just action action and more action.

Is Bucky written by L&K good? No. He isn't. But to be honest he wasn't good in a lot of other comics too, sadly. He has been worse, he has been better. He will improve at some point, that's the cycle.

All this said, am I happy they brought buckynat back? YES. I AM SUPER HAPPY 'cause it opens for possibility!!!

If they gain some more audience as a couple there are more opportunities for them to get more exposure, to be feautured into other comics (in the current cap run written by Straczynski for example?) more and better content, not only together but on their own too! I think them both didn't have a good comic since... 2018??? Nat even earlier probalby, but it's important they somehow stay relevant in the stories 'cause this is how this whole circus works (sad): the characters who sell better get more stories, more comics, better comics from better writers (... hopefully!)! It's bad, but that's the comic market guys.

Idk, it just feels so sad to me that we have waited for so long for buckynat reunion and when it happened finally it left us with just a bittersweet aftertaste... I think this is inevitable 'cause we had so many hopes and we pushed it bigger than life into our heads, and this is reality XD...But realistically speaking, I was never expecting their reunion to be that different from what we got in the end.

It's good to be disappointed, it's right, but let's turn this into a good occasion then, let's try to stay positive and maybe try to exorcise the bad in it by taking a creative angle on the matter: let's write meta about Natasha's pov, let's write fics, let's do edits, fanarts, let's discuss it. But wishing it never happened and dragging them badly...

I know we all feel like they deserved better, and I agree, but let's consider this just THE BEGINNING. It's a starting point and we should keep our fingers crossed for something good to come!

Let's not give up!!!

I'm sorry if this is so long and a whole lot of useless blablabla bhubhubhu, but some of the stuff I'm reading around is starting to be really depressing and a bit too negative considergin the whole situation, and it's a shame 'cause I feel like we should be at least a tiny bit happier here around <3 :D

Let me know what you think of all this mess (or not, lmao) if you want! <3

#buckynat #winterwidow #616 buckynat #thunderbolts 2023 #L & K don't have to be tha bane of our ship guys! #it's just an opportunity with them getting back together!

[eulalielatibule]

Suburban Dad Sunday idea: Bucky going about his day with his toddler following him about and copying him <3 😊 He's fixing up his bike so his mini-me tries to do the same with their push-car or he's doing washing and the kid keeps handing Bucky things to put in!(And, as a bonus, when he's chatting with Steve the kid keeps babbling at the same time as him - putting a hand over his mouth because it's their turn to talk to Uncle Steve 🥰)

Lmao that is so cute!!! I love this 🩷 Bucky would be so amused by his little mini-me.

I'm making this with Kobik, who is one of my favorite marvel kiddos 🥰

Bucky first notices Kobik copying him when he's outside working on his car.

He's muttering to himself while messing around with the battery

Suddenly he notices the 4 year old roll up beside him in her little barbie car and hurries out with a giggle as she pretends to pop the hood open.

"Whatcha doing, Little Soldier?" He asks amused as she plays with her toy tools.

"I'm working on my car like you!" She beams up at him before going back to her very hard work.

Another time, he's doing the dishes and as he's humming Kobik pops up next to him.

"Daaaaad can I help?" She makes grabby hands for the towel and Bucky nods,

"Sure kiddo but be extra careful. These are mom's good plates."

She nods and veeeeerry carefully dries the plates off and then uses her powers to float them up to the cabinet.

That makes Bucky chuckle and he goes back to washing, singing idly to himself.

And he hears Kobik singing along- or at least trying to, as she doesn't really know the words but it's to the same beat! She's trying!

The last time, just the other day, Steve came by to visit. Which was one of Kobik's favorite things.

She loved Uncle Steve almost as much as her Buckaroo.

Steve and Bucky sit in the living room, sipping on beer as they chat when, once again, Kobik comes by.

At first she's just sitting on the floor and playing with her Legos but then she starts copying Bucky.

"And that's when I finally stopped-"

"I finally stopped-"

He blinks and looks at Kobik and then at Steve who's holding back a laugh, and Bucky shakes his head and continues."

"Anyway, he came in and-"

"He came in and-"

"Kobik why are you-?"

"Kobik why-"

And by now she's giggling and standing up, while Bucky puts on a grumpy face but inside he's cracking up along with them.

"You little stink-" suddenly he's muffled by Kobik's little hands on his mouth, and Steve cackles as Kobik takes over the story!

Ahhh omg I loved that so much. Thank you for the ask! 🩷🩷

#heather answers #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #my writing #suburban dad Sunday

[onceuponastory]

the story of you - bucky barnes x reader

“If I’m out of line,  Just show me the door I promise you, I I won’t come here no more” - door by i don’t know how, but they found me

Plot: Bucky and the late night bartender in an almost empty bar make a connection. If only he could get over his past. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader (very slight) Warnings: A few mentions of Bucky’s past as the Winter Soldier (but nothing too graphic), alcohol, blood, and the anxiety and negative feelings/self doubt about himself he has afterwards. As always, if I miss any triggers please let me know! Notes: This is just a little, short Bucky thing I wrote. I hope you like it. Thank you to @thesundrop / @astartothemoon for my divider! Not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own.

Will this be continued? Let’s see, LMAO.

“Rough night, huh?” Bucky looks up and sees the face of the bartender staring back at him. A small smile plays on her lips. Bucky feels himself blushing. So much for being understated. That’s why he came to this bar, one away from his apartment, in the first place. This is a place where nobody knows him, and where he can just be Bucky Barnes for a while. Not the Winter Soldier, and not the monster. At least they can’t see his metal arm. At least the bartender is cute, though. He glances at the name tag on her shirt that reads “Y/N”.

“It’s that easy to tell, huh?” he chuckles awkwardly. But then again, it’s not too difficult to assume that a man like him would be sitting alone in an almost empty bar on a Tuesday night. Especially not when they look as tired and haunted as Bucky does. Honestly, he’s surprised she hasn’t said anything by now. He braces himself for a probing question. Instead, though, she simply shrugs.

“Nah, not really. Haven’t seen you around, and you’ve been knocking a lot of those back. It was pretty obvious something’s up.” Oh. Yeah, that’ll do it. “I will say, though, you can hold your liquor much better than our regulars. That’s a pretty big achievement.” She praises. Of course, Y/N has no idea that the reason Bucky doesn’t feel the effects of alcohol is because of the serum. The same one that was forced upon him all those years ago. He wishes he does feel the effects, though. That way, he could have something to block out everything he’s been through. All the pain, all the fear, all the bloodshed…he wouldn’t remember a thing. That would be perfect.

Instead, though, Bucky chuckles, forcing the same smile as he always does. The one he uses to mask all his pain and torment. “Well, thanks.” He lifts the bottle to his lips, drinking the last remnants of his beer. “You’re good at guessing, huh?”

“I know almost everything there is to know about people in here.” She replies, sliding over another beer, which Bucky graciously accepts. “It comes with the job. Either that, or I just make up an exciting story. It’s a good way to pass the time when the place is practically empty and I’m bored.” She admits, and they both laugh. “What’s your name then, stranger?”

“Bucky.” 

“Nice to meet you, Bucky.” Y/N smiles. She holds her hand out over the bar, which Bucky shakes. “I’m Y/N. If you couldn’t already tell from the name tag, that is.” Bucky finds himself wondering what it would be like to know Y/N outside of work, to know what stories she has to tell, and the things she’s seen. 

“She’s just being nice to you because she has to. It’s her job. Who says she’d want to go out with you?” A little voice in his head tells him. The same one who tells Bucky every day that he should’ve died on that train. Then he wouldn’t be so messed up now. Bucky takes another swig of his beer, hoping that somehow, this time, it works, and that those voices will go away. 

If only things really worked like that.

“Oh I wanna see this. What about that man in the corner?” Bucky asks after scanning the room, trying desperately to change the subject and distract himself. 

“Well, he’s only ordered a few drinks.” She furrows her brows, deep in thought. Bucky finds himself smiling once more. “I say he’s secretly a millionaire, trying to blend in and find some poor, lowly worker to surprise with his fortune. Maybe it’s just wishful thinking on my part.” Y/N laughs awkwardly. “Then I wouldn’t be stuck in this job.” She murmurs. The disappointment and heartbreak in her voice makes Bucky sigh. Sure, he’s only just met Y/N tonight, but she’s been one of the few to actually speak to him for more than a few minutes. It’s part of her job, but after so long of being tortured, having his mind wiped and being unwanted, having a conversation with someone who doesn’t know who he is is a nice change. Someone who treats him like a human being, rather than immediately thinking about what he did for so many years.

It means more to him than she’ll ever know. If he could, he’d give her anything she wants. “Anyway, how about you?”

“Hm?”

“What do you think his story is?”

“Oh! Um, I don’t know. I say he’s looking for something, hoping he’ll find it here. Maybe the love of his life.” Y/N smiles.

“Ahh, so you’re a romantic then?” Y/N winks, and Bucky nods. At least, he used to be. Now, though, after going through everything he has, Bucky has lost hope in his romantic conquests. People like him don’t deserve any love or companionship.

Y/N and Bucky spend the next few hours talking, making up stories about the others in the bar. Surprisingly, both of them are getting along pretty well, and have a lot more in common than expected. That is, however, until: “Can I guess what your story is?” Y/N asks. Bucky’s eyes widen. She cannot know about his past. Y/N studies him, biting her lip slightly as she looks over him. “I think you might be looking for something new, too. Maybe a connection.” She explains after a while. She grins, and Bucky feels his heart rate rising. “But I also think you’re a bit of an enigma, Bucky. For all I know, you could be a spy.” Oh, if only she knew.

“Can I try to guess what your story is?” Bucky asks. Y/N’s face falls, her smile gone. Immediately, Bucky feels guilty. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean any-”

“No, no. It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” Y/N shakes her head, waving her hands in dismissal. “Finding out about people is my job. You don’t have to worry about that.” She chuckles. Yet still, Bucky can tell there’s something there. Something she doesn’t want anyone to know about. And he’s just walked right in and brought all those bad feelings to the surface. His guilt increases. He’s ruined everything again, just like he always does. Maybe the voice was right. Maybe he doesn’t deserve a friend like Y/N after all.

Quickly, Bucky gets up, placing some bills on the bar. “Well, I better go. I think it’s time for me to go to bed.”

“Wait, you’re going? You don’t have to Bucky, it’s-“ 

“No, it's fine! Honestly, I’ve taken up enough of your time. Keep the change, alright?” Y/N tries to argue back, to stop him. But Bucky is already at the door to the bar before she can stop him. As his hand reaches out, touching the doorknob, for a moment Bucky stops. And he wonders whether he should stay. He almost turns back, back to Y/N and to his new beginning, his new chance for friendship. But then he remembers everything he’s done, and how he can’t drag Y/N into his messy, bloodstained life.

And so, Bucky opens the door and steps into the cold New York air.

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#bucky barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #Bucky Barnes x female reader #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes fic #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #marvel oneshot #the falcon and the winter soldier fanfiction

[whumpywinterbun]

i need you closer. 2/2

Trying to talk about your problems doesn't always suck, Bucky. Especially with the person you like. A little too much. Or: Bucky Barnes smokes and talks about feelings and maybe gets the love he deserves.

Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader (something something somewhat around tfatws?) 

Part 2 of this 

(emotional) hurt/comfort (comfort. mostly comfort.), still a teeny bit whumpy?, mutual pining (idiots in love), istg this is fluffy 

Warnings: talk about panic attacks & hallucinations, smoking 

a/n: Part 2 is up! Thank you to the people who read Part 1 and might read this! Please tell me what you think of it, I haven’t written in years before putting this out at like 4am during my internship so... comments or asks would be appreciated!!! And also just in general I am nice I swear lmao

The sun shone through the curtains, bathing the room in a warm glow. You woke up under a blanket you don’t remember covering yourself with. You were reaching for Bucky’s side of the bed, blinking the sleep away when you realized that it was left, empty and cold. You got up, swinging your legs off Bucky’s bed and slowly making your way through his apartment. You called for him but answer came, so you looked around before entering his kitchen.

And there he was, standing behind the small island, pouring hot water in a mug. “Morning Buck.” Bucky looked up, a nervous half-smile on his lips before pointing at his mug. “You want some coffee?” You nodded, leaning against the door frame. He moved his head in acknowledgement, before turning around and taking another cup. He was scared, of you bringing up last night, of your reaction, you maybe finally realizing how messed up he is.

You were slowly making your way forward, joining Bucky at the kitchen island, opposite him. “How are you feeling?” you asked. “I’m... uh…fine. Yeah.” He couldn’t even look at you, keeping his eyes trained on your mug with knitted brows.

“Be honest Buck.” “I am honest.” “Okay.”

He sighed. “Listen. Whatever happened yesterday, I am fine. Okay? There-“

Your eyebrows raised. “Whatever?” Bucky tapped against his head, his lips a thin line. “You don’t remember?” Bucky shook his head.

“Well, at least not everything. I’m aware of some stuff but…it happens. I’m used to it.” He shrugged his shoulders before taking a sip from his coffee, hiding behind the large cup.

“You hallucinated blood, Bucky. You thought the floor, the bathroom, you thought that you were covered in Sam’s blood.” He froze. “You scratched yourself bloody trying to wash it off. That’s not something to shrug your shoulders over.” That’s not how you had planned to start this conversation. You wanted to sit down with him, carefully bring up what you saw and try to talk to him, not serving it with a cup of morning coffee.

Silence. Bucky’s mouth opened and closed again. He swallowed and put his cup down. “It just happens sometimes; it’s no big deal and I am really sorry you had to witness all that but-“

“No. No buts. Stop it. Stop pretending like it’s normal and okay for it to happen!” You slammed your hand on the island. Bucky’s eyes widened. “I- I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you.” you stammered, hiding your face behind your hands, your lower lip trembling.

Bucky brushed his hand across his face. He didn’t want to have this conversation. He was aware that he needs to, if it’s not for his sake then at least for yours. What you saw and heard was a lot harder on you than on him. And it deserved some explanation.

Bucky grabbed the cigarette pack on the island, taking one and putting it between his lips. “You want one?” he asked, holding the pack up to you. You looked up from your hands, tears brimming your eyes. Bucky’s heart ached seeing you like this, because of him. You rubbed your eyes before taking a cigarette and following him. Bucky opened the window onto the fire escape, climbing out before holding his warm hand out to help you out.

The sun was shining, the last bits of the summer’s warmth enveloping you. You both sat down, Bucky pulling out a lighter and lighting up your cigarette before his. He took a drag. You took a drag. Somehow this felt a little like the night where you both first met, but you weren’t on the roof and you weren’t just getting to know your neighbor in the middle of the night.

“I’m sorry.” Bucky turned to you, searching for something in your eyes. Any sign in your pretty eyes that he didn’t mess this up.

“For what?” you asked.

“Making you cry, messing up, pretending like I wasn’t home. having you see the fucked up shit my brain does. Everything I guess.”

“You didn’t mess anything up, Buck.”

“Ah well.” He cocked his head to the side.

“Can you tell me what happened? I mean what…triggered… this.” you tapped ash out on a tray Bucky kept on his fire escape. A pastel pink one you gave to him after getting the confession out of him that he actually really liked the color.

“We were given wrong intel on the mission and I couldn’t stop myself from following through. We got some important information anyways but there was this ambush and- Sam got hurt. Shot.” He sniffed.

Your brows knitted in worry. “But he’s okay right?” Bucky nodded.

“He’s in hospital, doing better and is allowed to leave today or tomorrow but I don’t- I can’t- I don’t think he wants to see me. I wouldn’t want to see me if I were him.” Bucky looked at the ground.

“I don’t think Sam’s upset, Buck.” you reached for him, carefully putting a hand on his shoulder and you felt him ever so slightly leaning into it. “If you felt like not retreating was the right choice, there must have been something telling you to keep going. I’m not part of this…world you are in and how things work but it comes with an immense number of risks and every mission could end up like this for a number of reasons. I am just glad he’s alright and that’s all you should focus on for now.”

“I can’t really focus on any positives if there aren’t any.” He pressed the cigarette bud out.

“You are both alive.”

“Well, that could have looked a lot differently… because of me.” Bucky’s voice got smaller with every word, until it was barely a whisper.

You knew Bucky felt a lot of guilt, constantly, at all times. There’s guilt over wrong words, wrong decisions, wrong actions. It didn’t really matter to him if his actions were actually his, if his decisions were actually what he wanted to, not what he had to or, horrifyingly, was made to do. Sometimes it felt like guilt was the only thing keeping him going because without guilt, he could barely be a person. He would search for guilt in the smallest things life threw at him, because what, or who, was he without and what was he supposed to do if not feel guilty?

“Did you talk to him since?” you asked, gently stroking Bucky’s shoulder, where his skin connected to the vibranium. “Kind of. We talked for a bit a day after but I just couldn’t pretend like this was some lousy work accident like Sam did so I left. I’ve been at the hospital almost every day since but I just can’t bring myself to enter his room. I feel like any moment the bomb would drop and he would tell me to go to hell. I can’t lose him. Not him too.”

“Listen Buck…I know there are so many voices inside telling you that’s not true but I genuinely don’t think that Sam’s angry at you.” You were speaking softly, trying to get to him and somehow, maybe, worry less. Your eyes were searching for his blue ones, trying to get him to look at you.

“I’m just scared of losing him. To a bullet or the fact that I’m terrible to deal with.”

You grinned. “Ah…you are not THAT terrible.” Bucky snorted.

“You are a horrible friend to tell me that now.”

“No.” you laughed.

“Yes. Absolutely.”

“Na-ah.”

“A very, very horrible friend, bun.” Bucky leaned back, his back against the wall, the sun warming him. He looked at you, his mouth curving into a smile. Bun. The small nickname stuck, and what was first meant teasingly and made you cringe now gave you butterflies. You too leaned back, resting your head against his shoulder. “Sam loves-“ he grimaced. “Yes, Bucket, Sam loves you. You two can’t go a day without annoying each other because you can’t live without the other. If he were angry at you, he would have told you. Like. Right at the hospital.” He sighed.

“I mean…yeah. You could be right.”

“I am.” You looked up at him, seeing his eyes on you.

“He could also just wait until he’s out to kick my ass.”

“Not likely, Buck.”

“You sure?”

“One hundred percent.”

“Nice.”

Bucky took your hand into his and you two sat in silence for a while, looking at the city below you. His gaze kept wandering to you, wondering how he deserved you. Life was scary and for someone his age, he was terrified of living. But maybe, you, and Sam, made it all worth it. But while Sam was his best friend, his brother, he wished he could call you his. His bun.

Fuck it.

“Do you know why I like that ashtray so much?” He pointed at the small, pink thing next to you. “Because you, a very intimidating, tall, broad, old man, happen to like pink?” “Because it’s a gift from my favorite person, in their favorite color.” You moved your head, looking at him. His face flushed. “I’m your favorite person?” He nodded. You smiled at him.

“I…uh. I’m not really good at this whole thing.” Bucky sat up, suddenly looking a lot more nervous. You didn’t really know what to anticipate, but it surely wasn’t what you hoped it was.

“But I am glad to have you in my life. I don’t deserve you and yet you are still here and I don’t think I could imagine my life without you. You are possibly my first thought when I wake up and the last before I go to sleep and I want you to- I want-“

Your heart was jumping. Doing cartwheels. What was he-

Bucky took a deep breath. “I want you beside me instead of on my mind. In the morning. And at night. All the time, actually. ” He tensed up. You are going to leave him. Right now. This is the worst timing to confess your stupid feelings James and you are now going to get rejected and never see her again because you just could not be happy with how it is right-

Silence.

Oh.

Oh.

“I would love to.” You returned, beaming. Bucky’s tense shoulders finally relaxed.

“So that’s what it feels like to get your feelings reciprocated.” You chuckled, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. Bucky laughed, stroking your hair.

Feeling Bucky’s left arm wrap around you, you looked up. His right hand stayed on your head, slowly making its way towards your face. He put a loose strand behind your ear. He whispered. “Can I kiss you?” “Uh-huh.” He bit his lip before pulling you closer, his breathe on your lips.

Except Bucky’s phone rang.

You both snorted. “Sorry.” He apologized. “It’s okay, go get it. Could be important.” He got up, almost tripping while hurrying back inside. Bucky looked back, embarrassed and laughing, before picking the phone up without looking at the caller’s name.

“Hey Buck, would you mind getting me from the hospital?” Bucky looked at you. “Sam?” you mouthed, looking over the window. He nodded quickly before answering. “Yeah sure, give me…10 Minutes or so.”

“Alright. And Buck?”

“Yeah?”

“I know you were visiting me, we’ll talk about it later, you self-loathing dumbass.”

#Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes x reader #winter soldier #winter soldier x reader #sam appears! #my hands are freezing posting this oof.

[shiftingdiariesofophelia]

little update for you guys:

so i’ve had literally no time for shifting recently 💀 I haven’t even attempted in a month or so.

and i know everyone’s like “make time!” or “shifting is easy just do ___!” girl i’m telling you i’m up at 6 in the morning and my day isn’t over until 11, then i need to go to sleep and do it all again the next day. having responsibilities sucks ass.

BUT- in the meantime, I’ve been exploring potential DRs and making pinterest boards and cute little spotify playlists and basically it’s the main way i’m attached to shifting right now. My living situation has changed (positive) but that’s a whole other mess and basically Ophelia has NO time ❌

So updates might be slow until i move into my dorm in August, but anyway here’s a new list of some of my drs in case anyone is looking for a new place to shift:

So, I have my Hogwarts DR right? But honestly, it’s not really my main focus at the moment. i’m really just trying to get to my waiting room before i decide where the hell i’m going. this dr is cute and adorable and feels very homey to me. i’ve actually considered permashifting there tbh. it’s the world i’ve scripted the most for and what ignited my shifting journey.

Then, I have a Fame dr. kind of obligatory at first but the more i was getting into it, the more shit i’ve added and i actually love it now. it’s a mid-2010s and onward fame dr, so it’s like 2015 where i’m shifting. i’ve scripted to start out on broadway (OBC for katherine pulitzer in newsies), eventually working my way to the acting industry and then the music industry. i’ve got at least three albums planned and I even have an idea for a directorial debut limited series. I’ve also scripted myself into movies and shows that don’t exist in my cr so i’m excited to see how that goes!

I have some ideas for a marvel/Avengers dr. I’m a Greek demi-goddess with questionable parentage, but I insert myself into Tony’s life right around the first Iron Man. With weird time mechanics and whatever I just want to be besties with peter parker and train with strange and bucky tbh. extended found family is what i live for

I’m working on an Avatar: The Last Airbender dr lmao. i wanna be a fire bender so bad it’s unreal. I’m also adding separate countries under the same nation. like yes, there’s the earth kingdom and fire kingdom, but they have separate designations sort of like the southern and northern water tribes.

I’m thinking of a pjo/camp-half-blood dr because that would be cool as hell. going on quests with the gang and having powers?? i’d probably script some stuff in or out but the idea is really cool to me and i was always a percy jackson kid

lost in space dr !!! if you don’t know what i’m talking about there’s an original series from years ago or there’s a netflix reboot but basically this is a found family dr that takes place in space/alien planets and there’s a robot. maureen and john robinson are so mother and father coded it’s unreal.

hawkins, indiana dr but not “really” a stranger things dr because i don’t want to traumatize these kids or be traumatized myself lmao i’m basically just living in hawkins but all the friend groups are the same. also i’m dustin’s older sister because he’s adorable.

youtuber dr where i’m in weird/conspiracy core youtube and make those sorts of videos. i wanna make content with some of my more niche weird faves like wendigoon, nexpo, etc. this is really niche for a dr but i think it’s gonna be fun as hell.

bridgerton dr, y’all fr need to get in on this. new pretty dresses every day, men competing for my hand in marriage, elitist politics, orchestral music, flowers everywhere- it’s just going to be a good time i know it.

The 100 but specifically seasons 1-2 (MAYBE 3). Less death and more fun but with some scripting i think the idea of a society run by delinquent teenagers from space who are also fighting barbaric remnants of a destroyed civilization sounds cool as HELL bro. But i finished the show and the plot after the time jump isn’t what I want so i’m gonna script the hell out of the actual plot to make it fit what i want.

Trap House dr ! (another youtuber dr, shockingly) with the trap house circa the late 2010s. ghost hunting with sam and colby, talking shit with jake and corey, doing stupid shit and partying and just having a good time bro. i’m also scripting out Elton 🙈

narnia dr but specifically from LWW through the golden era of narnia. ruling over a mythological land with the pevensies, exploring the lands as far as they go, learning the lore with the other places in the world narnia exists in (where the telmarines come from and the other nations), i just think it’d be cool as hell.

and i want to figure out how to make like a zombie (potentially TWD or TLOU) dr without it being traumatizing 😭😭 stay tuned for how that works out lmaooo

#shifting #reality shifting #shifting advice #shifting update #quantum jumping #shifttok #shiftblr #ophie speaks

[cryptidofthekeys]

Festus

Sooo... I uh forgot to post the himbo cowboy/farm lad I made the other day hjfkdjhfvdk oops but hes here now!

next up will be my MoD sona/oc

| Name: Festus

| Nicknames: Fes or Fest

| Gender: He/Him

| Age: 30s

| Height: 7ft

| Species/Race: Human

| Hair Color: Honey Blonde (he keeps his hair in a ponytail)

| Eye Color: Sapphire Blue

| Skin Color/Body Type: Tan and he’s very chubby- just mans built fuckin BOXY style- hes w ID E as hell

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| Appearance: His main outfit is a short sleeved white crop top with dark blue denim overalls, he then wears some old worn out black boots, in fact his outfit in general looks worn out, the overalls are distressed and have a good amount of holes in them, the shoes are scuffed but hey- the outfit is still wearable- as long as it's still wearable- he’ll wear until the outfit and boots are completely destroyed p much- he doesn’t mind going barefoot for a while- he’s VERY much used to being barefoot, the shoes just help keep those prickly things from sticking his feet.

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He also wears a huge straw hat, gotta keep that sun off of him somewhat at the very least ya know- also allow me to be very descriptive and overly detailed, first and foremost- he’s got a circle beard- get that outta the way but uh also, mans is hairy- like- im talkin tons of hair on his arms, legs, chest especially- and when I said he was wide I very much mean wide- he can barely fit through certain areas but somehow he manages (he’s broken several doors and other areas trying to get into them, you just see a buncha boards or duct tape over the things)

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| Personality: Well he’s definitely not the brightest nor the sharpest tool in the shed but he works hard not smart lmao, he’s very respectful though, sweet, kind, caring, and very loving- He hasn’t got a cruel, evil, or bad bone in his body- He’s not even intentionally mean but due to his size and overwhelming strength lots of folks are scared of him unfortunately, it can be a good thing and a bad thing- a lotta folks are too afraid to approach him but also thieves or poachers or any bad folks won’t DARE mess with him, he’s scared off t o n s of criminals before.

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Despite having overwhelming strength that a human probably shouldn’t have (he IS still human tho) he’s extremely gentle and you’d see that firsthand with any of his animals especially-

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He cares DEEPLY and greatly for all his animals and he holds them so gently (imagine bc of how big n wide I said he was, just imagine a very tiny baby chicken in his massive hands) he holds them so sweetly and gently, loves all his babies- I’ll get into their names in side facts but the basics of him is just he’s very kind, respectful, sweet, loving, and caring- very polite and just works on his ranch/farm to make an honest living that’s it, accidentally intimidating but it can be a good thing sometimes, INHUMANLY strong- like he can lift things humans should REALLY NOT be able to but he can.

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| Side Facts: Okay let’s see, Festus has a HUGE draft horse named Billy Bob, a goat named Shirlene, she’s very feisty and usually don’t take too kindly to strangers meaning she’ll charge them, has some chickens named Debbie, Shelby, Earlene, and Tabitha- has more but I’d be here all day if I named ALL the animals, has some cows named Tammie, he has a few bulls but one in particular is a bull named Bucky who even charges Festus if he’s not careful, Annabelle who also doesn’t like strangers none too well, and then finally an absolute sweetheart of a cow named Patty Sue she loves everyone.

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Bucky usually protects Patty Sue, that's mostly why he charges Festus lmao- He figures Bucky is sweet on her- some geese named Billy Ray and Bobby Joe their brothers and have protected Festus and the other animals many a times before, a donkey named Bo for more protection, and to wrap up the animal names (there’s so many I literally can’t sit here and name them all …UNLESS you genuinely want me to compile the list) he’s got a bluetick hound named Skeeter, a bloodhound named Copper, a border collie named Wyatt, and finally two tiny chihuahuas he rescued from the side of the road when they were literal babies.

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Now, there’s not much that can actually upset or piss Festus off but anyone and he means ANYONE who hurts, dumps out, or is just hateful toward animals that’s when he gets much more serious, unintentionally aggressive but he can’t STAND animal abusers- those two tiny babies he rescued are named Chester and Fifi (ya can’t hardly separate the two, they need each other) …they also run the house compared to the other big dogs lmao

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Festus is admittedly v e r y clumsy and breaks things VERY easily, he can’t help it- he’s a really big fella- That’s why it's so contrast to see him with animals because he’s SO much more calculated, careful, and cautious even in his movements- He’s… less so with people but that don’t mean he wants to hurt someone-

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Just sometimes he can accidentally start crushing his friends in a hug- he of course immediately lets go and takes off his hat and apologizes but he can’t help it, he’s a big guy with too much strength and a LOT of love to give- Anytime he rough houses with any of his siblings that may come over you can tell he’s holding back his strength like TENFOLD but even then he still manages to beat them.

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It’s rare his siblings or family come over at all though, they all live a LONG way from his farm so yeye, him and his family have a great relationship though- no problems here for once! Festus would say he lives alone but honestly he never feels alone with all the animals he’s got tbh.

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Festus doesn’t have many things, I won’t say he’s EXTREMELY poor or anything but he’s not the most wealthy either, he doesn’t have video games- he doesn’t have enough time for stuff like that anyways, he’s got crops to grow and harvest and then animals to feed and take care of, he does have a few books here and there, scattered around (his house is a bit messy, nothing too bad but still) and then he’s got a TV with an antenna still attached to it, so he gets a few channels.

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Very old fashioned-centric of a house and just doesn’t care for too much technology really- the only other ‘electronic’ type thing he’s got is a radio where he listens to a LOT of old country music …Festus does not like new country music bc most of it just sings about beer, pickup trucks, and just- stupid shit- He ain’t about that, one of his favorites is Alan Jackson (he really loves Blue Ridge Mountain Song specifically, makes him cry tbh), loves the charlie daniels band, just- theres a lot- and surprisingly enough- he seems to really love heavy metal/rock too

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Festus has a banjo that he loves to play occasionally, especially on cool starry nights, looking at the full moon he’ll just bust out the banjo and start playing some soft gentle tones, sometimes his hounds will decide to sing along, howling as he plays.

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The only final bits I can think of to add is- Festus is bisexual, he’s a lover- doesn’t care about what your gender is, if he loves ya you’ll know it- …Festus isn’t like good at romance though fjkdlfjghdksd he’s completely out of his element but god DAMN does he t r y his best to make any date a good one …He’s also not a fancy person, doesn’t care about fancy restaurants or fancy places, nothing like that- just something simple n plain will suit him just fine.

#Festus #cowboy oc #farmer oc #original character #oc

[mypoisonedvine]

𝗹𝗶𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 || (very dark) 70s!Bucky x reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: he tried to be sympathetic to your cause, he really did, but he couldn’t just let you get away with disrespecting him like that.  

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.4k

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: smut (noncon, plus breeding kink and tons of degradation, like very heavy degradation, and multiple orgasms/overstimulation), misogyny, a bit of dumbification, housewife kink, ‘sir’ kink (brief), choking, implied anal, spitting (not on the reader, unfortunately lmao), quite a bit more than period-typical sexism, awful awful awful this fic is absolutely awful

                            Brooklyn, 1970.

Bucky’s mornings were sacred.  He had his rituals: showering, cooking breakfast, reading the paper and having his first drink and cigarette of the day, all before he left for work.

But throughout this entire week, his mornings had been ruined by the stupid fucking protest in the park just outside his window.  And to think he’d actually paid more for an apartment with a view of the park— he hadn’t realized then that the “view” was gonna be a bunch of hippies creating awful music and an unbearable smell that left his whole apartment reeking of reefer if he dared to open his window.

Attempting to ignore it for a week only made him more resentful with each passing day.  Each time he figured the crowd would surely leave soon or at least be quiet for the night, they seemed to somehow get louder just to spite him.

He probably should've waited until he was a bit less agitated to go down and try to bargain with you, but he stormed down there instead and tapped you on the shoulder when his presence alone wasn't enough to distract you from your incessant chanting.

“Would you consider being quiet?" he asked firmly.  "I have to work in the morning and—”

“We won’t be quiet until women have equal treatment under the eyes of society and the law,” you interrupted to explain condescendingly, shocking him with your icy tone.  He could hardly believe your attitude, in fact he couldn’t remember any woman speaking to him that way in his life: so far, he wasn’t enjoying it.

“I just thought you could be a little more respectful,” Bucky shot back, even more stern.  “You’re not making anyone wanna support your movement by acting entitled and inconveniencing everyone.”

“I’m sorry the revolution is inconvenient for you,” you replied, but it didn’t sound much like an apology. 

He wanted to say more but you blew him off and disappeared into the crowd, leaving him confused and irritated and livid.  Up until now he had been quietly skeptical about all this talk of liberation but now he saw it for the poison it really was.  A girl like you— who could've been a real looker with some willingness to try and a better attitude— talking to a man like him with so much hate and over what, a polite request?

This could not be tolerated; he couldn't let you get away with acting like that.  And lucky for you, he was exactly the guy you needed to teach you your lesson.

The good thing about hippies high on shrooms is they aren’t the most observant.  When he returned to the demonstration area the next night, he was able to grab you roughly and pull you back from the crowd with almost no trouble at all, dragging you into an empty alley and clamping his hand down over your mouth as your eyes went wide and your throat vibrated with silent screams.

“Shh, shh,” he soothed against your ear, “whatcha fightin’ for?”

He liked the way it felt to have you squirming against his grasp, using all your strength and not even getting close to escaping.  

“How does it feel to know I can do anything I want to you?” he growled against your ear.  “C’mon, sweetheart, can’t you put up a better fight than that?  I thought you believed in equality… you should be able to get away if you’re as strong as I am.”

He felt your warm tears trailing down around his fingers which held your face tightly, the struggle of your limbs slowing and weakening slightly.  His cock was already getting hard as he imagined the moment you would finally give in.

“You remember me, don’t you?  You didn’t need to be so rude, darlin’.  You could’ve just been nice and none of this would be happening.”

Your elbow shot back into his ribs and he exhaled sharply but didn't let go, grabbing your wrists and holding your arms to your chest as he pinned you to the wall.

"Oh, that's not gonna work, babydoll.  I'm so much stronger and bigger than you, all you're gonna do is make me angrier.  Is that what you want, sweetheart?  To make me angry?" he asked mockingly, leaning in to lick the shell of your ear as you tried to turn away.  “Pretty girl like you would make a great wife, why would you want anything else?”

Ignoring your struggle, he reached into your shirt and purred as he groped your chest, your nipples hardening when he pinched them.  “Maybe I can get behind this bra-burning thing if it means having easier access to your tits all the time,” he grinned.  “How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself when I can see them through your shirt?  Shouldn’t be showing ‘em off if you don’t want any attention.”

As fun as it was to play with your tits, he had bigger plans, so he reached lower to start tugging down your jeans, your legs uselessly kicking as he exposed your ass and thighs.

His cock was already rock hard as he hastily opened his fly and pulled it out with one hand, leaning back to spit on it quickly.  He spread the fluid with a few strokes over his length, figuring it would be enough to get inside you even if he didn’t really care if he hurt you.  

Your eyes went wide and your head bucked wildly as he poked the head of it against your opening, your body fighting a little harder once again.  The irony of that, though, was that you were already plenty wet in spite of what he had expected; it was so much funnier to watch you struggle now that he knew you were not-so-secretly enjoying it.

“Don’t be so dramatic," he chuckled darkly, "I bet you can take a cock real easy since you believe in all this ‘free love’ bullshit.”

He groaned as he pushed into you, impressed by how tight you were— so tight that it made his cock throb right away, your walls pulsing and rippling around him as he filled you to the brim.

“Oh fuck, there you go…” he hissed, smiling as you sobbed harder and struggled a bit more before finally relaxing into his tight embrace.  "You're gonna take it all, baby, every fuckin' inch of me."

A hard sob choked out of you every time he slammed himself to the end of you; he could feel the hatred radiating from you, the way you would kill him in a moment if only you weren't so weak.  But he could feel your reluctant acceptance, too, and the way it was slowly turning into euphoria— you were finally starting to like how it felt to be helpless to him, it was obvious with the way your pussy gave him such a warm and willing welcome while your pretty tits got even harder.

You clearly wanted to hate him, but your body knew better.

"You think I'm a sexist pig, I'm sure," he chuckled, "but I'm really not— I love women!  And you know what I love most?  Huh?"

He felt you nervously shake your head behind his hand and he laughed.

"I love the way you get so dumb when you get a cock in you.  All those useless little thoughts leaving your head when you're finally getting fucked right."

Your cries got louder even though they were still muffled by his hand, your sweet little pussy giving him a squeeze of encouragement.

"It's okay to like it, babydoll, it's what you were meant for.  Made to be my brainless fucktoy… born to serve me," he growled.  “You really should learn to appreciate," he grunted between brutal thrusts, "that your only purpose is to keep my dinner hot and my cock warm.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head and he felt your walls bear down on him tightly, wetness seeping down around him.

"Oh fuck, are you coming?  Shit," he moaned.  "Looks like you really needed to be put in your place, just needed to be used... god, you made a fuckin' mess, too, you soaked my cock…"

Your little hands tightened into fists, pushing against where his arm held them back, but he stayed steady as he pumped into you, letting himself get a bit lost in the feeling of you while he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

It felt so damn good to have a cunt coming around him, but it was even better knowing that you were fighting it and still couldn’t stop it, completely helpless to how good he was making you feel.

You almost screamed under his hand when he reached down to quickly rub your clit, your back arching to try to run away from his touch; poor thing, you were so sensitive it probably hurt you, but he was having too much fun watching you realize you were going to come again.

"Yeah, gimme another one, slut," he grinned, your legs quivering as waves of slick coated him and started to even drip down your legs.  "Can't stop coming like the dirty whore you are, huh?  Bet nobody's made you come like this before— cause nobody's given it to you right.  Nobody's shown ya what it's supposed to be like when a man takes you and makes you his."

From the way you moaned softly, teary eyes fluttering shut, he knew you liked the sound of that.

"Yeah, wanna be mine, baby?  Wanna be my little slut?  Or do you want me to pump this pussy full and leave you here on the ground for any other man that comes by to use you if he needs?"

You groaned softly, a weak little noise, and he felt his cock flex; as much as he wanted this to last as long as possible, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“M’close, honey,” he breathed.  “I’m gonna come.”

He laughed breathlessly when you shut your eyes, like you were trying to go somewhere else in your mind, trying to pretend this wasn’t real.  But it was real, and he wasn’t going to let you forget that.  He was elated to make your nightmares come true.

"I sure wouldn't mind pulling out and covering that pretty face you've got,” he hissed.  “It'd be funny to see you go back to your little march and show them how owned you are.  But not today, babydoll, I think there's only one way you're gonna learn your lesson."

Another muffled gurgle from you, and this time it didn’t even sound like protest.  Maybe you were just too tired for that at this point, but it gave him hope that you could finally behave.

"I'm gonna take my hand away from your mouth and you're gonna beg me to come inside you, is that clear?" he grunted, feeling you nod vigorously.  "You're not gonna scream are you?"

You shook your head, and he slowly pulled his hand from your mouth as you gasped for air.  "Please— come in me," you panted.

"Address me as 'sir'," he instructed.

"Please, sir, I— I want you to come," you whined.

He chuckled right against your ear, feeling you shiver in his grasp.  "Honey, I don't give a fuck what you want."

To think you ever resisted your natural desire for submission was absurd now, considering the way that statement made you openly moan, your walls fluttering around him.

“Gonna fill you so fuckin’ deep you’ll never get it outta you, sweetheart.”

One more orgasm washed over you, making him laugh darkly while he watched you bite your lip to attempt to stay quiet; but that was impossible once he fucked you harder just to spite you, having to hold you tight to make sure he got as deep in you as possible.  Your whole body shook as he slammed into you, and he laughed at how dumb and helpless you looked.

"Bet you're on those new birth control pills," he grimaced.  They really weren’t that new, but he still hadn’t gotten used to them.  "Makes me sick to think you're letting a perfectly good womb go to waste.  Betcha want me to breed you nice and deep, yeah?  Wanna get knocked up?  You don't even care that I'm a stranger, you wanna get your pussy filled by any random man's come so you can have any random man's baby, ain't that right?"

At first he had worried that you would scream or cry for help, but now his concern was more that your moans would be too loud and somebody would catch the two of you in this alley.  Even if it was obvious now that you wanted it, public indecency was still a crime.

Good thing he had a new way to shut you up: his hand tight around your throat, silencing your sobs to blessed silence.  It was so hot to have you entirely at his mercy like that, to feel your pulse beneath his fingers, that he couldn’t stop himself from speeding up his thrusts suddenly.

"Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he gasped, “fuck, y-you… little whore…”

He had a habit of running his mouth when he was right on the edge, and the way your pussy was milking him for all he was worth made him spit out whatever filth he could think of.  

“Stupid fuckin' bitch," he mumbled under his breath as he fucked you as fast and rough as he could, chasing his high with no regard for your pleasure or your pain.  "Dumb whore, fuck, you stupid— ah, shit— stupid fucking cunt!"

He cried out as he filled you, groaning loudly with every pump of his seed into your waiting body.  Only when he was sure every drop was inside you did he release his grip on your neck, a loud gasp coming first before a few coughs and chokes that only made his cock harder despite having just filled you.

You started to struggle again, and he couldn’t believe it— after everything, did you still not know your place?

There wasn’t much time to relax and enjoy the afterglow when you were already trying to get away, and so he had to hold you tight again while he smiled exhaustedly.

“N-no,” you stammered, and he covered your mouth again as he pulled your head back to rest on his shoulder.  Clearly he hadn’t done enough yet to fuck that word out of you.

“Where ya goin’, sweetheart?” he panted against your ear, still catching his breath, his chest covered in a thin layer of sweat where it was exposed by his shirt.  “You’ve still got another hole to fill.”

#dark!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes dark fic #bucky barnes noncon #dark!bucky barnes smut

[bunkerbucky]

Casual Sabotage *Bucky Barnes x Reader*

Reader is hit with sex pollen. Except she doesn't crave her boyfriend, Steve Rogers. No, it's his best friend, Bucky Barnes, that she wants inside of her. Bucky, in the beginning, is a good bro and refuses. But due to the fact she sucks his dick so good he kinda, sorta, loses that restraint and just fucks her regardless of who she belongs to.

Rating: Explicit [+18]

Warnings: Sex pollen= Dub-Con, Rough Sex, Rough blow-job, rough oral-sex, vaginal sex, praise kink, breeding kink, size kink- Bucky has a big dick in this lmao, choking and biting kink, infidelity; Reader cheats on Steve. 

TW: Dub-con- Reader is under sex pollen, so she actually cannot give consent and also because Bucky is so resistant in the beginning. It turns consensual on Bucky's part, he gives in to the temptation. But, obviously, reader is still influenced so... the lines are blurred.

Yourself and Bucky had searched the Hydra base from tippy-top to bottom. There was nothing out of the ordinary, which infuriated you a little. With the amount of recon work you both had to do, the long nights of watching the agents coming and going, you felt like you both deserved a small win, at least.

A long sigh escaped from your lips as Bucky's fingers typed furiously on the computers keyboard, a USB stick in hand just in case he found something exciting. Your arms were crossed over your chest, eyes scanning around the bases' security room, roaming the shelves and cabinets that held nothing of importance. A week of nothing, you wanted to cry.

"Hmm," Bucky low hum attracted your attention, "It says there's a basement to this building, we haven't checked that out." His steel eyes look over the screen and at you, you respond with a shrug of your shoulders. "We've got two hours before the cavalry arrives to pick us up, let's explore and see if we can obtain something to keep from Rogers from complainin'"

You giggle slightly at Bucky's comment, nodding in agreement with him. Steve would have a lot to say if you went back empty-handed, especially since he sent you both rather than himself. But you couldn't lie and say the thought of seeing Steve after so long didn't excite you. You had missed your boyfriend dearly, you weren't allowed on missions together since finally making things official. Work ethics and all that jazz.

Instead, you and Bucky had started to partner up, Steve didn't trust anyone but himself, and Bucky, to keep an eye out for you. Who better to watch over his best girl than his best friend, plus Bucky was your friend before you got with Steve.

"What if we go down there and there's a great, big monster waiting for us?" Sliding into the small elevator beside Barnes.

Bucky looked down at you with a raised eyebrow, "Then I'll be throwing you out as a distraction, so I can press the elevator door button to leave."

You both ended up laughing at his response, although when the doors finally did open and reveal a darkened basement layer... there was a moment of silence, you both side-eyeing one another at the lack of sound and movement.

Bucky stepped off first and the automatic lighting triggered him to pull his gun from its holster, his reflexes sharp and fast. You step off and follow Bucky down the hall towards double doors, the room through those doors was abandoned and huge. Desks with old computers, all smashed and out of use. Stacks of files and paper scattered on desks and the floor. Despite the mess, it all looks really promising, there had to be something amongst the chaos.

You both separate to cover more ground, you only had a limited time before you had to leave. You looked through paper and files, shuffling through stacks of meaningless bullshit. Hydra certainly kept a record of everything, including all the worthless crap. You wondered if they actually printed this stuff to lead you guys on wild goose chases like this, to make sure you were distracted with searching for something important amongst all their bullshit.

You ended up in the far back of the room, a small desk area had random empty vials littered across it. Files labelled in Russian, that you couldn't translate very well.

"Hey, Buck," You called over your shoulder as you lifted an empty vial, a cork tightly shoved in the top; curious. "Think I might've found something."

The vial itself was black, not black liquid, the vial was just black. It didn't feel weighted, it didn't feel like anything was moving inside of it. So, curiosity got the best of you because you yanked the cork off the vial. Black smoke puffed out and into your face causing you to inhale and go into a coughing fit. Waving your arms in front of your face, coughing at the inhalation of whatever was inside that vial.

It smelt like... old leather, peppermint toothpaste and...something else, like a deep musk. Odd.

"Hey, are you okay?" Bucky suddenly appeared at your side, a hand placed on your back and eyeing you with concern. He then grabbed the vial from your hand, it was clear and no longer black. "What happened?"

Your coughing had subsided, you felt fine. "I think there was some kind of smoke or whatever in there, I don't know. The black stuff just burst out, I was stupid-"

"Damn, right." Bucky looked mad, which was a given. "Hydra is known for making gas poisons, Y/N. That was a rookie move, never open strange vials." He didn't sound too mad at you, a little more concerned and worried.

You nodded, frowning when feeling the back of your neck sweating. You felt... hot. A sweat was taking over your body, your mouth was getting dry and your mind was going fuzzy. Bucky hadn't noticed, his eyes cast down to the Russian files on the desk, his hand flipping through the old pages and taking the information in with wide eyes. You briefly wondered if whatever is written in that file had anything to do with that vial.

"Fuck," Bucky muttered.

"What?" Your throat was scratchy, your breathing was becoming laboured and your palms were sweaty.

You didn't feel hot, though. You didn't feel sick either.

"Well, I'm guessing whatever was in that vial was... to put it plainly, sex pollen. It makes the patient unable to think of anything but sex, all they want and all they feel is lust. It's basically either used to breed or on prisoners- the pain of not getting off thoroughly enough can lead to the patient taking extreme measures: death." He shakes his head, you don't notice the horrified look In his eyes at the thought of maybe it being used on him when under Hydra's control. "You're likely fine, though."

"I wouldn't be so sure," You managed to gasp out, your thighs squeezing together and eyes closed, you wanted to feel embarrassed but you couldn't. "My head is spinning and, fuck, I need to get this off. I feel too hot, I'm burnin' up." Clawing at the collar of your own tact suit, your hands were shaking and you couldn't bring yourself to look at Bucky.

You wanted to look at him though. You knew he was standing close to you because you could smell him, he smelt like the black smoke did. He smelt delicious, intoxicating in the best way. God, you wanted him so badly. You needed him.

"It's going to be okay, Y/N. I promise, we'll get you back to Steve and he can-"

You shook your head and finally pulled the zipper down of your jacket, shrugging the bulletproof material off your shoulders.

"Need you." You managed to mumble out, lifting your gaze to Bucky, who was frowning and shaking his head. "Please, Buck. I need you! I can feel my skin crawling and-I'm in so much pain, please." Your voice a mix between a whine and beg.

"I can't- you're not thinking properly. Steve will be here soon and he can help you, he's your boyfriend, remember?"

You pulled the black, tight sleeved henley from your body and let it drop to the floor, it covered in sweat. You're standing in a sports bra and tact pants, chest heaving as you try to intake gulps of oxygen from your panting. Even with half your clothes off you still felt sweat bead and drip down your skin.

"I can't wait that long," You sniffled but no tears forming. "Please, I want you-I've always wanted you. You read the file, I'm going to die!"

Bucky continued to shake his head. "I won't do that Steve. It says that it took a couple of hours till that point, Steve'll be here soon and I'll explain to him what happened."

You groaned painfully, shaking your own head now. Not understanding why he couldn't just help you now. You were in immense pain and the throbbing heat in your core wasn't letting up.

You didn't want Steve to help you. You didn't need Steve to help you, it wasn't just because he wasn't here. You wanted Bucky. The smell of him, the heat radiating off his body when it was close to yours. You craved for him to touch you, to fuck you. You were sure the moment he touched you that the pain would ease, the flames that were consuming you would simmer down.

And you were certain that he wanted you too.

Taking the initiative you moved closer to Bucky, the short hairs on the back of your neck were drenched in sweat, you could feel it drip down your back. You placed a hand softly on his metal arm, the cool vibranium instantly cooling you down. Bucky let out a shaky breath and looked at you, eyebrows furrowing together as he took in your features. You were sure you could see the fight in his eyes, he wanted to help you. To touch you.

It was frustrating that he wasn't giving in. That he wasn't falling to his desires.

"I won't tell Steve, I promise." You whispered and pressed a kiss to his collar, inhaling his scent and shuddering when it filled your senses. He wasn't pushing you away, but he also wasn't giving in to touching you back. "It can be our little secret. I know you'll make me feel really good, he won't be able to help me like you can."

Her other hand trailed down his chest and stopped at his belt, Bucky was too busy telling her everything he had already been saying. Telling you how you love Steve and Steve loves you. It would break Steve's heart if he found out about this talk from you if he knew what you were saying to Buck. You didn't care, not right now anyway. You had always found Bucky attractive and before getting with Steve you had entertained the thought of Bucky, but he was just getting back his life. A relationship seemed too much for him, well that's what you thought.

You didn't settle for Steve, that was never the case. You love Steve, you know that. But, right now, here with Bucky, you knew that he'd be able to help you with this- more than Steve could. Steve was a peaceful lover, an attentive one. You needed this illness fucked out of you- at least, that's what your hazy brain was telling you.

Your hand slipped under his belt, a wide grin taking over your face at Bucky's shock, words choking out as you wrapped a hand around his dick. A sense of pride coming over you as he began to get hard in your hand, a few quick jerks as started to undo his pants with your free hand. Bucky was stunned into silence and compliance, unable to stop you just from the fact he hadn't been touched like this in a while.

He came to his senses when you noticed you get to your knees, his pants undone and pulled down his muscular thighs. Bucky slapped your hands away and tries to pull his pants back up, but you were putting up quite the fight. You roughly pushed him back, he ended up falling to the ground due to his pants restricting his movements. In the moments he fell down and was trying to figure out what happened, you had pulled down his boxers and gulped dryly at his semi-hard length.

"You're so big," You mumbled before wrapping your lips around the tip, a loud groan echoed through the room from Bucky.

You could feel him growing inside of your mouth as you tried to take more of him down, slobbering up his dick and licking around the shaft. Pulling off to run your tongue around the veins and down to his balls, gently suckling them into your mouth as you jerked his length till it was fully standing erect. You smirked to yourself at all of the noises Bucky was making, a hand being placed on your hair- which normally you hated Steve's hand in your hair, but you'd allow Bucky this time.

"Fuck my throat," spit was around your mouth and down your chin, "fuck my throat with your big cock."

Bucky's eyes were wide and lust-filled, there was still a hesitancy from him. A dilemma going on in that head of his, so you wrapped your lips around his cock again and started to slowly take him down. He was bigger than Steve, so much bigger, but that only spurred you on. You wanted him to roughly fuck your throat, you wanted to feel him at the back of your throat even after this.

You felt both his hands on your head... he started to push your head further down, the tip hit the back of your throat and you still hadn't taken all of him. He started to ease past your limitations, your eyes filled with tears as he stuffed your mouth impossibly full. Your lips stretched wide around his girth, he could feel your throat constrict around him and the slight gag you couldn't help because of how far he was down your throat.

"Fuck, so good." Bucky groaned lowly, eyes completely black and bottom lip trapped between his teeth. You knew your panties were soaking, a slickness collecting on your thighs as you rubbed them together, the flimsy material of your underwear was sticking to you and making you rub yourself just to alleviate the friction. "I'll deal with your pussy in second, right now I'm going to fill this hole up."

It was like Bucky snapped, the trepidation he was feeling before was long gone. It was now replaced with this new Bucky, and you loved him.

He wasn't merciful when he started to thrust in and out of your mouth, his balls were slapping against your chin harshly. The grip in your hair was harsh as he pushed and pulled your head to meet his hard thrusts, your eyes rolled into the back of your skull as he basically skull fucked you. Loud gagging sounds, your throat squeezing his cock as you fought for air, he only eased up when you looked like you were going to pass out. It was seconded worth of air before he repeated his onslaught, spit and cum was dribbling down your chin and onto your chest and sportsbra. Bucky kept his eyes on you, it made you shiver how he was looking at you.

Bucky didn't warn you when he was about to cum, instead, he held your head down, almost shoving his entire cock down your throat as loads of his cum spurted out and shot straight down your throat into your tummy. You hardly tasted his cum because of how far he was down your throat. He groaned as he came, swallowing thrusting his hips into your mouth as he milked his orgasm. He pulled you off his cock, it was still hard, thankfully.

He helped pull you to your feet then undressed you, roughly pulling the sports bra off your chest and yanking your pants down your legs. He ripped your panties to shreds and let the tattered pieces fall to the floor, his hungry gaze took in your shaking, naked form. Your thighs were glistening from your arousal and it was still leaking from your pussy, hardly any attention to it made you needy and wishing to be stuffed full.

"Turn around." The authority in his voice made you shiver.

You turned around and felt Bucky place a hand on your shoulder, bending you over the desk where you found the vial. The pieces of paper clinging to your sweaty skin and making you keen into his touch more. He kicked your feet further apart, a hand tickling the insides of your thighs and collecting your sweet juices. Expecting to feel fingers prodding around your entrance, instead, you felt a firm tongue lick from clit to fluttering hole, it dipping inside and collecting the juices wanting to leak out of you.

Your mouth fell open into a silent scream, his tongue was exploring so far into your pussy, his hands gripped your cheeks apart so he could push further inside of you. Tongue fucking you so roughly and expertly, your eyes almost went crossed out from the feeling. You didn't know you could be tongue fucked this good, but Bucky just lived to prove you wrong. The slurping sounds and moans from the man behind you, he lifted and bent your knee to rest on the table; opening you up further for his trained tongue.

"You're gonna have to let me have a taste of this everyday from now on, baby." Bucky groaned against your pussy, mouth closing around your clit as he sucked harshly, your mouths drowning out his own. "Taste so good," the tip of his tongue running figure eights on your engorged clit.

Bucky must've stayed between your legs for minutes, but it felt like hours. He pulled two back-to-back orgasms from you, only using his tongue. When he was done eating your pussy, he stood up and draped himself over your back, an arm wrapping around your neck as he breathed heavily into your ear. You could feel his cock nudge up against your pussy, sliding and coating himself in your juices.

"You ready for me?" You whined your response, trying to push yourself back against him but his arm tightened around your throat- not restricting your airflow. "Think your little pussy can take my dick, dolly?" You nodded in a rush, needing it inside of you otherwise you was going to die. "I've got you," The tip nudges against your entrance and began to push inside, the stretch was painful but welcoming. "Daddy's got you."

Your pussy fluttered around his length, the more he pushed his thick length in the more you moaned. He wasn't even half-way in when you started to babble about how he was too big for you, how he wouldn't fit inside of you. That only made Bucky want to prove you wrong, want to prove that you were made to take him. He started to thrust shallowly, rocking his length in and out of you, impaling you on him more whenever he pushed forward.

Once he was fully sheathed inside of you, he stopped and remained inside of your tight, heat for a moment. Relishing in the way you were split open around his cock, your walls were spasming around him and he was having a hard time not cumming on the spot. You felt so tight, so warm and wet around him, suddenly envious that Steve got to have you all the time. But he was planning on ruining you, to make sure the next time you fucked Steve it wouldn't feel as good.

He was going to fuck you so hard, so deep that you'd be wishing Steve was this big.

"Hang on, baby." That was the only warning you got.

Bucky started to pummel inside of you, his thrusts were hard and fast, his cock was kissing your cervix. You really could only just lay there and take it, your mouth open as moans were ripped from you, eyes rolling back as he kept impaling his girth inside of you. He was hitting spots so deep you knew you'd be feeling him for days afterwards, you'd be walking with limp and sore, it was worth it.

The way he was fucking you, it was as if he had something to prove.

The sound of skin slapping skin, his grunts and groans right beside your ear. His arm around your neck, clenching and cutting your airflow off at times, had you cumming within seconds and he still didn't let up. He didn't stop and fucked you through your third orgasm.

Your mind was starting to come down from the pollen, the pain and fever you were feeling had gone. Replaced now with pleasure and pain, a mix you didn't think you were into but now couldn't get enough of. All you could think and feel was Bucky Barnes. This was no longer the effects of the pollen anymore, this was pure you and riding on the afterglow of Bucky fucking you like you needed.

"Harder." You mumbled through heavy pants, tilting your head to look at him over your shoulder.

A smirk crossed his features, metal arm holding your hip in a bruising grip. Complying with your order and snapping his hips hard into your heat, grinding his hips against yours before pulling back out and repeating. It causes your back to arch, pressing your pussy back against his thrusts with little mewls leaving your lips.

"Kiss me." You plead breathlessly.

Bucky doesn't falter with that demand either. Draping himself over your body again and pressing his plump lips against yours, the kiss is far more gentle than his thrusts, but it still has you moaning against him. He was kissing you like you was fragile, yet fucking you like you were some kind of sex toy that he was using just to jerk off into. It was making your head spin and your pussy needy for more.

"You gonna come again?" Bucky chuckled against your ear, you nodded sharply and cried in pleasure when he bit your shoulder, cumming on the spot when his teeth dug into your flesh. "Mm'good girl." He mumbled as he licked at the tender spot, you could feel his hips stuttering their pace.

"Cum in me." You grinned and he cursed lowly, eyes squeezing shut. "Want you to fill me up, daddy. Fuckin' fuck a baby into me, fill me up."

The arm around your neck was pulled away, hand splaying across your back as he started to thrust into you in tight, fast and hard thrusts. Using your body to seek his own pleasure now, you were biting your lip at the thought of him filling you up. Not even caring if he actually did knock you up, you needed his cum inside of you.

Bucky found his end after a few careful thrusts, warm ropes of his seed filling you up and then some, he filled you up so much that it started to seep out around his cock. He groaned at the mess he made inside of you, he carefully pulled out of your abused cunt to see your hole clenching, trying to keep his creamy load inside of yourself. He had to look away because if he kept staring he'd get hard again, he didn't think you could take another round or load.

You remained bent over the desk and trying to catch your breath, his human hand was rubbing comforting circles on your back. Before you or Bucky could say something a buzzing sound captured both of your attention, it was coming from Bucky's pant pocket. He left you to retrieve his phone, eyes scanning over the device for a moment before he looked at you.

"Steve is waiting at the extraction point for us," You nodded mutely and you both got dressed in mutual silence.

He helped you to look presentable, ignoring the fingerprint bruise on your hip and the obvious bite mark on your shoulder. You were unsure how to explain any of that to Steve, you were also unsure how to explain what happened to Bucky. Obviously, you had still had those feelings for him, right? Otherwise, you would have been able to wait for Steve, it was like all sense of self-control had left you and only Bucky remained in your mind.

As you both left the base in awkward silence, treking the five miles towards the extraction zone, you wondered if you would have craved for Bucky if you was with Steve. If after all this time it was Bucky and not Steve you wanted.

All you knew was that Bucky had ruined you. You could still feel the impression of him inside of you, the way he had so deliciously stretched you open and impaled you on him. The way he had roughly fucked your throat like it was nothing but a hole to get off into. He had fucked you, in more ways than one.

(Please, let me know what you think! I’m also taking requests too! Honestly, kinda wanna write a part 2 where Reader tries to have sex with Steve but fakes her orgasm just to go to Bucky... I’m a bad person, I just think Bucky would be better than Steve tbh lol~ Lilith)

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The Match - Part 5

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You find yourself in the middle of a predicament.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: SMUT as always, sort of public sex??? Unprotected sexy times, emotional damage lmao

A/N: Buckle up, babies!!! You’re in for a rollercoaster ride for this chapter ajckjasncjak I apologize in advance and please don’t hate me

AND BTW if you guys haven’t seen, I found the perfect playlist for this series lmao I saw the title and I was like HOLD UP this is perfect https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3Eg5ZH6wMq4iocF5fWSesb?si=aff157a6198a4446

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Still awake, baby?

Fuck.

You screamed into your pillow upon reading Bucky’s text. It was quarter to midnight and you couldn’t sleep, especially not after Bucky told you that he wanted to make the relationship official.

It’d only been three months and you felt like he was moving too fast. And when he promised that he would find a way to snatch your heart the old-fashioned way? You wanted to explode because obviously, he already did.

But you weren’t going to say that to someone who already had a huge ego (and cock, too).

You composed yourself and typed in your reply, throwing your phone to your side after sending it.

Yeah. Why are you still up tho?

Not even a minute later and your phone began to ring. You sat up on your bed and squeezed your pillow, hating how Bucky had such an effect on you. Jesus, what are you, a high school student?!

You stared at his name on your screen before swiping and accepting the call.

“What’s up?” You answered as calmly as you could.

Bucky’s low chuckle sounded so fucking sexy that you had to bite your lower lip to prevent a moan from escaping.

“Still working. Can’t concentrate though, I keep remembering how you looked like with my cock in your mouth.”

You exhaled through your nose, “Jesus, you’re insatiable.” You said.

“Only for you, baby. You know that.” He said and your heart did a little somersault inside your chest.

“Don’t stay up too late, you have an early meeting tomorrow, right?” You asked, trying to change the topic because if you didn’t, you were sure how things would go.

Bucky let out another chuckle, “Yeah, yeah. I’ll just finish signing some papers and then I’m off to bed.”

You hummed and laid back down on the bed. It was completely silent but it wasn’t awkward. You heard the shuffling of paper on Bucky’s end, followed by the squeaking of a chair.

“You still there?” Bucky asked.

“Mhmm, you done?” You asked back.

“A few more papers left, baby. Can you wait ‘til I finish?”

There was something about talking to Bucky on the phone like this, so casual and so...mundane. It felt natural and comfortable, to think that this was the first phone conversation you had with him. He only sent you texts previously so this was new, but you had to admit, you loved it.

Bucky heard you yawning and let out a soft laugh. He sounded sleepy too when he spoke, “Almost done.” He reassured.

“Let’s have dinner tomorrow.” He added.

“Yeah, okay. As long as it’s not in the same restaurant we went to after my promotion.” You groaned at the memory.

Bucky snorted, “We’re banned there, babe. Even if I wanted to go back there, they wouldn’t allow it.” He said.

“No shit, Sherlock. We got caught in their bathroom, of course they’ll ban us.” You huffed out.

“I was looking forward to dessert, you know.” You pouted.

“I got my dessert though.” You could hear Bucky’s smug smirk through the phone.

“Are you done?” Bucky whispered into your ear as he placed an arm on the back of the booth.

You shivered at his voice and nodded, grabbing your champagne and drinking it in one go.

“I promised you something, didn’t I? That I’ll give you something right before dessert? Meet me in the bathroom in five. Again, don’t be late.”

And with that, Bucky slid out of the booth and adjusted his suit before leaving for the bathroom. You clutched your heart and waved at the waiter who passed by, requesting for a refill and downing it before following Bucky.

You adjusted the black dress that Bucky bought you, you were surprised at how perfect the fit was. The lovely dress though, made you uncomfortable because of its length and the fact that Bucky still had your panties with him was making you feel even more conscious.

You were immediately pulled into the men’s bathroom as soon as you got there. Bucky tugged you into one of the cubicles and wasted no time to bend you over, lifting your skirt up to squeeze your ass.

“I knew I picked the right dress, you look good enough to eat.” Bucky grunted as he unbuckled his belt.

You moaned and pressed your palms against the door, pushing out your ass towards Bucky until you felt him line his tip up to your entrance. In one swift move, Bucky bottomed out and didn’t give you enough time to adjust.

It was fast and violent, the way Bucky fucked you inside that stall. Both of you were too caught up in the pleasure to even hear the commotion happening outside.

“Not gonna last long, Bucky...” you whimpered, feeling your legs tremble.

You’d been on edge the entire time, having been denied your orgasm earlier. And Bucky kept on squeezing your thigh teasingly during dinner, palm always inching higher until it settled close to your bare mound.

Of course, you wouldn’t last long!

“I know, baby.” Bucky said, sucking the skin on your exposed shoulder as he continued to fuck you from behind.

Once done with the sex escapade, the both of you were welcomed by the restaurant’s manager with a disapproving (and scarred) look on his face.

You blushed at the memory, “Let’s not do that again, please?” You said.

Bucky laughed, “Fine, fine. But dinner tomorrow, okay?”

You yawned at the same time you hummed, “Just dinner.”

“Wholesome dinner.” He confirmed. “Alright, I’m done with work. Sleep now, baby.” He cooed and you nodded even though Bucky couldn’t see you.

You heard footsteps and then the sound of the door closing shut.

“Good night, baby.”

“Hmm, good night, Bucky.”

-

To say you were giddy the next day was an understatement. You were on cloud nine after having a phone conversation with Bucky last night. You even greeted Janet the snitch a very good morning when you shared the elevator with her.

You entered your floor and offered everyone a smile, but you also noticed that they seemed to be preoccupied talking to each other.

“What’s up?” You asked Martha and the other girls who were huddled together.

“Haven’t you heard?” She asked. “Sophia shared an elevator ride with Mister Barnes earlier. He called a flower shop, asked for their most expensive bouquet and then went on to make dinner reservations at an elite restaurant!”

You paled at the discovery and cleared your throat, “And that’s a big deal because?”

Martha snickered, “Girl, we’re talking about James Barnes here, a rich and eligible bachelor. It is a big deal. And ugh, I wonder who the lucky lady is! What I’d do to be her.” Martha dreamily said.

“Do you think it’s an employee here? Fuck, I’d be so envious if that girl happens to be working here!” Sophia added.

“Is that even allowed? Sounds pretty scandalous to me.” Kate chimed in.

“Oh my god. Remember the pantry incident that Janet reported? What if that was Mister Barnes and his girl? Damn, that’s juicy. It’d be horrifying if they get caught.” Kate added.

Your head felt light-headed at all the information that was going on. Hearing their conversations felt like a bucket of iced water was being poured on you. It was like a moment of a major realization.

Shit, what has gotten into you, getting all tangled up in this mess? Damn you, Tinder!

Even if Bucky agreed to take things slow, you realized that it wouldn’t really help. If news got out that you were dating the CEO of your company, you’d still receive some backlash for it.

Maybe making it official wasn’t the right thing to do. At least, not yet.

“Ladies, gossip time is over.” You announced and tried to stay calm. “And speaking of Barnes, I need to submit a report.”

-

You nervously knocked on Bucky’s door, hoping that he was back from his early morning meeting. You could hear him talking inside and thought that maybe he was busy.

“Come in.” He called before you could even turn around.

Slowly, you opened the door and slipped inside his office. Bucky was on his chair, talking to someone over the phone. When he saw that it was you, he quickly put his phone on mute and smiled.

“Yes, baby? What do you need?” He asked softly.

Goddammit! Bucky was surely getting used to that pet name. Initially, he’d only call you that in the throes of pleasure. But somehow, Bucky began to use it so casually that it made you nervous. What if he slipped and called you that during a meeting, in front of everyone?

You hated how Bucky was becoming soft and gentle around you, well, except maybe when he was in a certain mood. It was confusing the hell out of you. But you also enjoyed being the only one to witness his soft side.

Was his offer to make things official because he truly liked you or was the fucking that good to make him want to commit all of a sudden?

“I uhh, I think I’ll just come back later if you’re busy.” You stammered.

Bucky held up a finger and then unmuted his phone, “Hey, something important came up. I’ll call you again later.” He said and quickly ended the call before turning to you.

“You know I’m never too busy for you.” He said, his eyes the softest you’d ever seen.

There goes your heart.

“I think...” you trailed, not sure how you were going to say it.

Bucky raised his eyebrows at you, urging for you to continue. You heaved out a deep sigh. Your hands balled into fists at your side as you walked closer to his desk.

“Can we raincheck on the dinner tonight?” You asked.

Bucky frowned, “Why?”

You shrugged, “No reason.”

“Lie to me one more time and I’ll have you on my lap for some spanking.”

How the hell does Bucky do that? Become all sweet and soft and then rough and dominating all of a sudden?!

You squeezed your thighs together because the image of Bucky’s hand landing on your ass was doing things to you. You willed yourself not to give in, you came here for a reason.

“There are rumors about you. Someone heard you making dinner reservations and now everyone’s talking about it. I just...” you paused to check Bucky’s reaction but as usual, you couldn’t read his face.

“Maybe making this official isn’t...the right thing to do.”

Bucky pushed himself up from the chair slowly and stalked towards you. Was he mad? Fuck, you hoped he wasn’t. When he reached you, his hand came up to brush your cheek with his knuckles.

“What do you want then?” He asked.

Shit, you never actually thought about it. What do you want? Keep things casual between you and Bucky? Completely stop whatever it was that was going on between the two of you?

“I don’t know.” You shrugged.

“I like you.” Bucky stated and stepped back. “You’re intelligent and you don’t take shit from anyone, myself included. When you said you wanted to take things slow, I agreed to it. Hence, the flowers and dinner. Now that I’m giving it to you, you still don’t want it.”

Bucky’s livid. He was composed but the way his jaw tensed as he spoke was enough proof that he was mad, really mad. It’s his calm demeanor despite being angry that somehow scared you. The calm before the storm. What the storm was going to be? You didn’t know and honestly, you weren’t sure whether it was something that you even want to find out.

Maybe you were being confusing or indecisive but only because things happened too quickly for you to even properly process it. To think that you addressed your concerns last night, you actually that Bucky understood where your feelings were stemming from. However, it seemed to have gone over his head.

“Bucky, I don’t think you’re getting my point here.” You explained, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“If you heard what your employees have been saying about you and your...girl, you’d understand.” You said and placed your hands on your hips.

Bucky made a face, “Then make me understand. What did you hear?” he asked.

“We already talked about this last night! They’d think that the promotion was given to me because we fucked! That’s going to taint my image for the rest of my life.” You huffed out.

Bucky rubbed his face with his hand as he paced back and forth, “They’re idiots if they think of that. What do you want me to do? Give a detailed presentation why I decided to promote you? Go through your evaluation one by one? He sarcastically said.

“Oh my god, Bucky. You really don’t get it, do you?” You let out a humorless laugh.

He shrugged, “You’re confusing the hell out of me. Just tell me what the hell you want to happen.”

“Maybe I just want keep things professional.” You blurted out in the spur of the moment.

You didn’t mean it. You so didn’t mean it. Fuck. You word vomitted and now you were going to regret it.

Something in Bucky ticked, you saw it. He approached you until he was towering over your frame. It was intimidating to say the least, the way Bucky stared down at you with a blank expression on his face.

“What if I don’t want to?” Bucky asked, his eyes looking down at your lips for a quick second before moving back up to your eyes.

“I wasn’t asking for your permission.” you retorted and you’re not sure why.

Bucky exhaled through his nose and this time, you could read his face. He was fuming.

“I told you, you’re mine.” He said through gritted teeth.

The tension in the air was thick. The close proximity was making you dizzy, Bucky was so close that his scent was invading your senses. His jaw was clenched tightly as he looked down at you with piercing eyes and you were so tempted to just grab his face and kiss him and tell him that you liked him too.

But of course, your pride just had to be in the way.

“You don’t own me, Bucky. I am my own person.”

Another word vomit. You were Bucky’s the moment he laid his hands on you and you liked it.

Bucky inhaled and shrugged, loosening up before taking a step back. “So you want to keep it professional, huh?”

No.

“Yes.”

Bucky nodded, “You’re lying. I know you are. But okay then, professional it is. Let’s see how long you can keep lying to yourself.”

You watched Bucky walk back to his desk, sitting down on his chair with his arms crossed over his wide chest. His face was void of any emotion all of a sudden, he didn’t even look angry anymore and you hated how you couldn’t seem to figure him out.

“Anything else you’d like to discuss?” he asked, the professional tone of his voice sending chills down your spine, but not in a good way.

You slightly nodded, placing a folder on top of his desk before backing away. “It’s this month’s report.”

“Okay. You’re dismissed.” He casually said, grabbing the folder and skimming through your report as if you weren’t standing right in front of him.

You felt a pang of pain hit you right in the heart when he looked up at you questioningly, as if he was wondering why the fuck you still haven’t left his office. At that moment, you wanted to take back all the things you said and just give in to your damn feelings.

But would you really let your career nosedive just to be with Bucky? You weren’t sure if you were ready for that.

You straightened up and maintained a calm demeanor, “That’s all. Thanks, Bucky.”

“That’s Mister Barnes for you.”

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[messy-nonbinary]

Hi hi!! I was wondering if you have any suggestions for a smutty fic that’s with Bucky, Steve or Nat (or some combination lmao) with an innocent/virgin reader? Maybe even some little!reader? Dub-con or non-con/dark is fine, but something a lil soft? Thanks ;)

And/or if you’re taking requests, this would be mine XP

Here are some recommendations(all of these writers are amazing by the way. Be sure and check out their work!!)

The Wolf, The Widow, and Their Angel by @buckybarnesplumwhore​ - Dark!BuckyNat x little!reader(Dark!steve is in this too and it’s more on the fluffy side and less smut)

Dear Diary by @mariessecretfantasies - Dark!stucky x innocent!reader

Special Lessons by @nastybuckybarnes - Dark!Stepdad!Steve x naive!Innocent!Reader

That’s all I have for recommendations! But I’m so down to write this!!

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Nothing to be Afraid of

TW: dd/lg dynamics, slight non-con, forced age regression, unprotected sex, oral(m recieving), daddy/mommy kink, fingering

Paring: Soft!Dark!Daddy!Bucky x Soft!Dark!Mommy!Natasha x Soft!Dark!Daddy!Steve x innocent/virgin!female!Reader

Summary: The three of them are done waiting for you to be ready. They just have to show you that there is nothing to be afraid of.

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The three of them have always been patient with you. Well- as patient as they can be. They still toyed with you; fingering you, eating you out, placing a vibrator up against your clit until you had passed out from your orgasms or were begging you to stop. But they were getting impatient.

“It’s been almost a year! How is she still not ready?” Bucky asked. He was the one who was the most ready slam himself into you, but Steve had convinced him to wait. But he wasn’t waiting anymore.

“Buck, we all know that she’s still a virgin. She’s probably scared.” Steve said. He’s always the softer one of the three and he’s always taken it slow with you.

“Then let’s show her there’s nothing to be afraid of!” Bucky said, standing from his seat. “Bucky is right, Steve. She’s only prolonging it.” Natasha said. She wasn’t super rough with you, but that didn’t mean she was super soft with you either.

Steve sighed as he watched Bucky and Natasha walk to your playroom. He decided it was best he followed along.

You were laying on the floor, coloring in one of the coloring books they gave you. Even after a year of being stuck with them, you refused to play with any of the ‘kid toys.’ When you saw them enter, you looked at them with a small smile. One that made each of their hearts flutter.

“Lovebug, can you come here, please?” Nat asked, sitting on the bed that was kept in your playroom. Quietly, you stood and sat in Natasha’s lap, with Bucky and Steve sitting on either side of her.

“We know you’re scared but only we know what best for you. So you’ve got to listen to us, okay?” Natasha said softly. You were slightly confused as to what she was talking about but you nodded. “Good girl, now lie on the bed.” She said, letting you go and you did as you were told, lying on your back.

In a matter of seconds, Bucky was towered over you, Natasha had your head straddled in her lap and Steve was to the right of you. “Daddy what are you-” Natasha shushed you as Bucky moved his hands to your skirt, taking it off.

“Daddy’s gonna make you feel good, doll.” Bucky said, taking off the pull-up you were wearing and immediately shoving a finger into your warmth.

It didn’t take long till Bucky had three fingers in you and you were a moaning mess. But before you could reach your climax, Bucky pulled his fingers out of you and you whined at the lack of contact. “Don’t worry baby, just had to get you ready.” He said as he began to undo his pants, taking his cock out of his boxers. Your eyes widened and you tried to get away, but you only ended up closer to Natasha.

“No, Lovebug, there’s nothing to be afraid of.” Natasha soothed. “‘M not ready, Mommy-” You whined as Bucky lined himself up with your entrance. “Hush, little girl. We know what’s best for you, and if we say you’re ready, you’re ready.” Bucky said, sliding himself into you. You looked to Steve with pleading eyes as tears fell down your cheeks. Steve only looked at you with a reassuring smile as you screamed at the fullness. “See, baby? You take Daddy so well.” Bucky praised, giving you time to adjust. You had never felt this full before, and the pain was unbearable. You squirmed underneath Bucky as Nat reached down and toyed with your clit, trying to distract you from the pain.

Bucky couldn’t take it anymore and he began thrusting intensely.

“No! Daddy stop!!” You yelled, but you were ignored. “Here, how about you suck Dada’s cock. Keep that pretty little mouth quiet, hmm?” Natasha suggested and Steve nodded, already taking out his cock. He gave up on being the nice guy. He was going to fuck your throat hard, and then when Bucky was finished, he was gonna fuck your pussy even harder.

Steve was quick to shove himself into your mouth, groaning when you whined around him. He shoved his whole length down your throat and you thought you were going to die. “Breath through your nose, baby.” Steve said, locking his hands in your hair in order to force your head up and down with intense speed.

Being full from two different ends made your head fuzzy and your core tingle. Especially after the pain mixed with pleasure. It didn’t take long for you to cum around Bucky’s member, moaning around Steve’s cock, sending vibrations through his dick, effectively making him fill your throat with his spend. That didn’t mean he stopped thrust, though.

Bucky felt your already tight walls tighten around him, causing him to moan in pleasure as he reached closer to his edge. “Fuck- You’re so fucking tight, Doll. Feels so good-” Bucky continued fucking into you with great swiftness, his hands grasping your hips tightly. In a matter of seconds, Bucky was filling you with his seed.

He continued thrusting for a while, riding out his high, before switching places with Steve, who fucked your absolute brains out. He wasn’t holding back anymore. Natasha continued to toy with your clit with one hand, and your nipples with the other. All while whispering praises in your ear as you reached another climax.

You had came at least twice around Steve’s member before he filled you up with his own semen.

Your entire body was sore and your brain was dizzy. You could barely focus on things that were happening.

“Good job, babygirl. You did so well.” Steve praised, picking you up and taking you to the bathroom where Bucky was already filling up the tub. “See, Lovebug? Nothing to be afraid of.” Natasha said, planting a kiss on your forehead before Steve placed you in the warm water. Natasha got in behind you as the boys left, leaving the two of you alone. “Now, it’s Mommy’s turn to have some fun.”

#dark!bucky x reader #dark!bucky x little!reader #dark!bucky barnes #dark!daddy!bucky barnes #dark!natasha romanoff x reader #dark!natasha romanoff x little!reader #dark!natasha romanoff #dark!natasha x reader #Dark!steve rogers x reader #dark!steve rogers x little!reader #forced age regression #mommy!natasha romanoff x little!reader #daddy!bucky barnes x little!reader #daddy!steve rogers x little!reader #dark!daddy!steve rogers #dark!mommy!natasha

[burninblood]

Thoughts on SoL #13

- well, at least we're almost done with this super mega event. Only one issue elft.

- another wasted issue, lmao, at least there was more talking than fighting!

- what was the deal with having Sam and Steve beating the living hell out of each other in the previus SoT issue if they are reunited in this one already!?!? I mean, they should have reunited for the final fight, let them sneak into the fortress or whatever the place is, on their own and then join forces in the final battle! For a better dramatic effect, at least?? We already know this will end with them being on the same side again, at least give us a bit of drama!?!

- I hope in the next issue we'll see what this big great role of Black Widow is??? Like she has done next to nothing 'till now, she's just getting through like a raging asshole who thinks she has the truth in her pocket! Sorry but that's it!

- if you don't know how to write I character you shouldn't be writing it, imo. These are not easy characters to write, they are established in a way and it is easy to lose the grip on them and it only takes a false step and they go from smart and cunning to horrible, I tell you.

- I can't believe in Nat and Peggy's confrontation I was mostly on Peggy's side!?!? I know Nat doesn't really grasp what this is all about, but still, these are people you were supposedly friends with for years, can you at least let them try to explain? No, better be passive aggressive in a really original and never seen before ladies' cat fight!

- STOP BAITING BUCKYNAT PLS. Nat says "I am here to help my friend" --> this friend being Steve, right? So she didn't chose Bucky, she chose to be on Bucky's side not to help him sorting out this mess he is getting into, this revelation that destroyed even more his already not so stable life, no, but to help Steve getting back the son he didn't see or talked to in years but that now is depicted like his only reason for being alive lol! Ok, fine with that, but at least didn't take us as fool, pls!

- we still have fanfiction and fanart, at least!🤣🤣🤣

#bucky barnes #comics #captain america sentinel of liberty #natasha romanoff #captains america #spoilers #sentinel of liberty spoilers #rant #captain america: sentinel of liberty

[mox-writes]

Happy New Year (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Warning: 18+, smut, p in v, m/f orgasm, oral (m/f receiving), language

Word Count: 4,288

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky x Black!Reader

Summary: You've never had a New Years kiss, your roommate and best friend, Bucky, offers to change that.

A/N: this was supposed to be a new years day fic but I never wrote it lmao. Crossposted on moongoddnessmox! Please reblog and comment <3

“Ugh!” you slammed the door shut to the quaint apartment you shared with Bucky Barnes, heels clicking against the hardwood floor that smelled like fresh lemon.

“Hey! Don’t track in any dirt, I just mopped,” Bucky said from his position on the couch. He laid lazily across the emerald green sofa, one long leg dangling off the side and the other propped against the armrest. His metal arm was tucked under his head as he watched TV. You only huffed, the dirt on your shoes was the least of your worries as you made your way to him.

You tossed your purse into the mustard-colored armchair that sat adjacent to the couch, the metal chain strap pulling it to the ground with a rattled clink. Bucky watched the purse settle in a pile; wallet, phone, and keys spilling out of it as you press your knees to the end of the couch where his foot lay. With another huff, you leaned forward, letting gravity pull your body down with a thud and a forced exhale of breath from Bucky as you made contact with him. His metal arm immediately went to your shoulders, lightly caressing your exposed skin.

“Bad date?” he asked as he massaged your shoulders, allowing you to melt into his touch and warmth.

“Awful. Absolutely fucking atrocious.” you pressed your face into his chest, smearing your makeup across his dark shirt. Brown foundation stained the fabric but you didn’t care, neither did he. He’d let you ruin every shirt he owned if it meant he could be close to you, to comfort his best friend when they needed it.

“I’m sorry, you always have me,” Bucky grinned at you cheesily. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you looked up at him. His blue eyes crinkled, rosy nose scrunched up and white teeth baring down at your messy face.

“I love you, Buck,” you planted a soft kiss to his clothed chest, unknowingly causing his heart to flutter. His perfectly pink lips pressed against the top of your head, sending tingling goosebumps through your skull and down your neck.

“I know doll, I’m just so lovable, it’s part of my charm,” he chuckled, “I’m irresistible,” you scoffed out a laugh, rolling your eyes and sliding across his body until you rolled onto the floor. Bucky turned on his side, looking down at you in a defeated mess on the ground. His flesh hand reached down and stroked the wild hair from your face, exposing the brown skin he loved so much as you closed your eyes.

“What am I gonna do for New Years? I haven’t had a kiss at midnight, ever, and this year was supposed to be different.” You complained to him as his fingers brushed your skin. You opened one eye when you felt his fingers leave your face, only to see him preparing himself to roll down onto you. Before you had time to gasp or move, Bucky’s large body was smashed against yours, pinning you to the ground.

“Buck…can’t breathe,” you exhaled. He only smirked, letting up the slightest bit of pressure but staying firm in his position.

“I guess if you don’t find a date, we could always kiss,” he offered, a glint of hope in his oceanic eyes. You giggled, pushing your palms into his chest to try and alleviate more of the pressure.

“Don’t you have a date though? That’d be really awkward,”

“I could cancel, it’s no big deal,”

“It is a big deal! Your first date in what, 300 years? No way,” Bucky squinted his eyes at you.

“300 hundred years, huh? You think you’re so funny,”

“I do actually, I’m pretty damn funny and you know it,” you grinned cheekily before your eyes opened wide with regret as he propped himself up on his knees and let his fingers jog up your ribs. Your laughter burst through the apartment as he tickled you relentlessly, swift fingers dancing around the skin newly exposed by your shirt riding up.

“Buck, stop!” you laughed, squirming under his strong hold.

“I will when you take it back,” his fingers traveled to your armpits and you pressed on his forearms.

“Fine, fine! You’re not 300 years old,”

“And?” he didn’t stop, his hands almost to your most ticklish spot.

“And! And you’re very youthful, a young lad, not at all a dinosaur…!” he paused, unsure if he should let the last comment slide. It definitely felt more sarcastic than an honest apology but he’d let it slide. He knew if he kept tickling you, he’d end up on his ass with the wind knocked out of him. When he pulled away, you settled your panting, chest rising and falling in a frantically gorgeous mess before him. Your legs spread around his thick thighs, stomach exposed, and the most beautiful smile present on your face. Bucky clenched his jaw and blushed, sliding away from your body and standing up before he couldn’t stop himself from kissing you right then and there.

Bucky reached his hand down and grabbed your calf, pulling your leg up until he could slip the tight strap of your shoe from its buckle, releasing your aching foot from its four-inch prison. He did the same to the second shoe and held them in one hand, helping you up with the other. When you got to your bedroom, he tossed your shoes in the pile you kept at the bottom of your closet before training his eyes back on you.

“Maybe I’ll just call Helmut, I’m sure he’d say yes to being my date,”

“Absolutely the fuck not,” Bucky boomed, clenching his jaw and crossing his arms. He leaned his broad shoulder against the wall as he watched you undress. It wasn’t unusual for the two of you to undress in front of each other, you were best friends who had seen more parts of the other than the people you dated. Bucky paid no mind to your now bare body, dark and beautiful as you stepped into your hot shower. His mind was full of ideas on how to permanently get rid of your ex, Helmut. He hated his guts, treated you like you were nothing special while he ghosted you without warning constantly until you finally ended things with him.

You didn’t speak again until you got out of the steamy bathroom, sliding on one of Bucky’s shirts and sitting next to where he laid on your bed. You lotioned your body as he rolled onto his side and watched you.

“As I was saying, fuck that guy,”

“I could, I need to, it’s been a while,” you spoke, knowing damn well that wasn’t what Bucky meant. You could feel the intense glare on your back and you smirked.

“You know what I mean,” he said through gritted teeth, “he doesn’t deserve any of your time.”

“Yeah, I know. You’re right–”

“I’m always right,” Bucky interjected, flopping his body back to look at the ceiling. You laughed, throwing the lotion bottle at his legs.

“As if. You’re maybe right forty-five percent of the time, maybe,” you shot your eyebrows up at him only for him to chuckle and forfeit. You climbed under your blanket and rested your head on the silk pillow next to Bucky, tracing small patterns at his hairline. Bucky closed his eyes and let you play with his hair, the soft motions lulling him to sleep.

“I’m just saying,” he yawned, “I’ll be your midnight kiss, if anyone should do it, it should be me,” another yawn. His voice was getting lower as he began to drift off to sleep. You smiled at him, glad you had such a great friend. You wouldn’t mind kissing him, actually, you had desperately wanted to kiss him for a long time. But surely he meant this as only a sad, pity kiss. Right?

It was New Year’s Eve and you were standing around the upbeat party looking for any available person, someone you didn’t know but could warm up to enough for the countdown kiss. Drink in hand, you shimmied your way around the dance floor, dancing with friends, chatting with coworkers, and eventually finding your way to Bucky. He stood in the corner with Sam and Steve, lightly nodding to the music playing while his two friends bickered like an old couple.

“Nice to see you guys here!” you greeted them, breaking their argument for only a moment before Sam went back to trying to convince Steve to kiss Sharon. You cozied up next to Bucky, his flesh arm wrapping tightly around your shoulders with a kiss to the top of your head.

“See anyone you’re interested in?” he asked, scanning the crowd as he took a swig of his beer.

“Not a single interesting soul in this room,” you spoke, watching his eyes fall to yours with a squint. You grinned, nudging his ribs and leaning your head against his chest.

“What happened to your date?”

“Eh, I called it off, just didn’t feel right,” he chugged down the rest of his drink before shaking the bottle and offering to get you one as well. Seeing as you had finished your drink off on the way over to the men, you followed him to the bar and ordered another fruity and very strong cocktail.

“Are you sure you didn’t call it off just so I would kiss you?” you shot your eyebrows up at him, sipping on the thin straw in your glass. Bucky blushed, wiping a hand through his hair before meeting your gaze.

“Are you saying you’ll kiss me now? Guess the plan’s working,” he smirked. You rolled your eyes at him, returning your attention back to your drink. Bucky watched your lips curl around the straw, perfect nude lips looking so soft, so succulent, he wanted so desperately to feel them against his. His eyes wandered across your brown skin, looking so divine against the rich gold of your velvet dress. His eyes met yours for a moment, taking in the beautiful color and getting lost in your presence. Before you could speak, your favorite song thumped through the speakers and you perked up, grabbing Bucky’s hand and tugging him to the dance floor reluctantly.

You danced against him, singing along to all your favorite parts as he sheepishly stepped side to side, metal hand on your hip and beer still in the other. You turned around so that your arms could wrap around his neck, his large thigh pressed tightly between yours as you slowed your movements. You danced together for what felt like forever, bodies pressed against each other, pure joy spread across your faces, Bucky’s thigh rubbing shamelessly against your crotch. You couldn’t deny the feelings he rose from you, the goosebumps that littered your skin, and the icy hot rush that spread down your spine. He was your best friend, he wasn’t supposed to make you feel like this.

The countdown finally arrived and you had yet to find a suitable partner to kiss, which left you in the group of Steve and Sharon, Sam and a lovely woman named Leila that he’d been seeing, and Bucky. The music was shut off and all that could be heard was the screaming countdown to midnight. Bucky had you leaned up against his lap as he sat in a tall stool, one arm around your waist and chin resting on your shoulder. Not an unusual position for the two of you to be in, you were often cuddled up, touching, or sitting in his lap.

As the countdown neared the end, everyone and their partners got close, waiting for the final number to strike so they could kiss. Bucky whispered the numbers in your ear, not being one to make his presence known by being loud.

“3…2…1…Happy New Year!” as soon as the words left your mouth, Bucky’s fingers were under your chin, pulling your face toward his and planting the softest, most vitalizing kiss on your lips. You stopped breathing. Air caught in your throat as you felt the husky taste of his beer-stained lips transfer to yours, tongue slowly slipping out and entering your mouth in a kiss so passionate you thought it would stop time.

When he finally pulled away, you exhaled, eyes trained on his blue ones that carried a soft and irrevocable love. You couldn’t speak yet, taken aback by the rush of emotions flooding through your body as you tried to process the kiss. You turned your body around, laying your hands on his thick thighs and never breaking your gaze. Bucky’s arm remained around your waist, opening his legs and guiding you closer to him between them.

“Buck…” you finally spoke, only able to get his name to leave your eager lips. He smirked, eyes flashing down to your mouth for a moment.

“Doll..” the sultry tone of his voice made your breathing hitch. It was low and drawn out, filled with indecent intentions and a gentle eagerness. You slid your hands to his hips, thumbs gently poking under his black t-shirt and feeling the soft skin that squished together from how he sat. Bucky hummed as he felt your fingers move across his skin, clenching his jaw and forcing himself not to slam his face back into yours.

“Happy New Year,” he whispered with a smirk. You scoffed playfully, stepping back from him so that he could stand up. He towered over you, chest pressing against yours as he stepped forward. He reached for his beer bottle on the table and finished it off, tapping the glass against the surface to call attention to your friends. They had all noticed the thick sexual tension and its momentary release when you kissed and tried to seem like they were minding their own business. Bucky nodded to them, indicating he was leaving and they didn’t protest, silently cheering as the inevitable was finally going to happen.

Luckily, the party was in the grand ballroom of your apartment, and it was only a short elevator ride to your place. You had managed to keep your hands to yourselves the entire way there, but as soon as Bucky latched the front door, your arms were around his neck and his mouth on yours. Bucky slid his hands to your thighs and picked you up effortlessly, sitting you on the kitchen island and working his way down your throat, to your clavicle, and down the deep swoop of your dress. Wet, fervent kisses were splayed across your skin as you tangled your hands in his hair.

Bucky pulled away for a moment, only to remove his shirt and hike up your dress, exposing your skin to the cold countertop. He leaned down, lips kissing and sucking on the skin of your thighs as he hungrily made his way to your center. You spread your legs for him, allowing him access to your body.

“No panties? Dirty girl,” he breathed heavily, seeing your dripping center fully exposed. You chuckled softly, biting your lip as you saw the fiery lust burn in his eyes as he took in the sight.

“I had to come prepared for the right man,” your hand brushed against his stubbled cheek.

“Did you find him?” Bucky smirked, flashing his eyes, now dark, up at you. You ran your tongue across your teeth and looked down at him.

“Hm, I don’t know, I guess it depends if he can make me cum.” Bucky sucked in his bottom lip, the sound that escaped him was low, a guttural growl that made your thighs twitch. His metal hand slid up your dress and laid on your abdomen, pressing into you until you laid down on the counter. Then he licked his lips, wet tongue sliding across those perfect, deep pink lips with desire, that tongue that you fantasized about feeling explore every inch of your body, that tongue that was just in your mouth moments ago, igniting feelings you didn’t know existed in him.

Bucky chewed on your thigh, sucking in the thick skin until he left a dark mark behind. Your breathing got quicker as he made his way up your leg, a trail of wet marks left down the length of your thigh until his tongue was merely an inch from your dripping core. Bucky flashed his eyes up to you, holding your gaze as you watched him slide his tongue across the length of your pussy. You moaned out, instinctively rolling your hips against his mouth which beckoned a dark chuckle from him.

“Mm, my eager girl,” you whined as his mouth left you to speak, “shh, shh baby girl, we’re just getting started.” Bucky delved back into your wetness, mouth latching onto your skin and sucking until you were swollen. His tongue laid flat, leaving small, soft strokes against your folds, your clit being sucked into his mouth at the same time. Whimpered curses left your lips, the feeling of him tending to your throbbing core made you hot. Your skin began to bead with sweat, warmth seeping from your body like you had fire in your veins.

Bucky wasn’t going to stop until he had you gushing into his mouth, filling him with every ounce of your sweet release. He wanted to taste you, taste the velvety cream that’d spill from your body and onto his waiting tongue. Nothing could be better, he dreamed of it for so long, devouring you as your body shook under his touch. The sound of your moans was something he hadn’t quite prepared himself for, they were long and high, a string of music that played beautifully into the air and took over his mind. Bucky’s cock stretched the fabric of his pants, hearing his name roll off your tongue so lasciviously brought him close to orgasm.

Your hands gripped his hair tight, his name tumbling out in screams as you felt the band in your stomach snap. Bucky growled against your pussy as you poured into him, sweet climax dribbling down his face as he attempted to catch it all, not wanting to waste a single drop. As your breathing calmed, Bucky kissed up your body, pushing your dress the rest of the way up until it was discarded over your head. He admired your chest, soft breasts and brown nipples perked and ready for his mouth. He licked circles around one, kneading the other in his metal hand.

“You’re so perfect, darling,” he moaned against your skin. His hot breath mixed with the cold wetness left behind on your nipple and tingled your body. You sat up and wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him against your body as his mouth sucked hickeys onto your shoulder. Bucky wrapped your legs around his waist and carried you to your bedroom, laying you down on the soft blanket before working on his belt. You stopped him, taking the belt into your hands and sliding off the edge of the bed until you were on your knees in front of him.

The sight before him was overwhelming. Pleasure and longing wracked through his body as the anticipation of your mouth on his cock grew. You tugged his jeans down to the floor, pulling his boxer briefs with them and he kicked them away. You looked up at him, his body completely naked and so, so delicious. Every muscle, curve, and scar made you flush with lust. His veiny cock was large and erect, staring you down as your hands glided up his thick thighs until you gently stroked his balls. Bucky immediately threw his head back, your fingers working expertly around his skin, gently rolling him in your palm before taking his head in your mouth.

“Oh shit, baby,” he groaned, trying desperately to calm the reactive buck of his hips. You swirled your tongue around his tip, sliding it down his shaft until you met his balls with your mouth. As soon as your mouth came into contact with him, he was dribbling precum. You licked your tongue back to his tip and sucked on him softly, tasting his anticipation. You moaned around his thick cock and you slowly moved your mouth down on him, taking every inch into your mouth, suppressing the gag that rose in the back of your throat. Bucky moaned, pressing his back against the wall as he gently rocked his hips forward, sliding himself in and out of your warm mouth. Your tongue curved to the shape of his cock, sliding it back and forth until he was panting. You pulled away with a wet pop, looking up at his begging eyes, pleading for release without saying a word. You smirked, bringing his cock back into your mouth and sucking faster, bobbing your head back and forth until the friction had him twitching between your lips. Bucky cussed, groaning as he spilled his seed into your mouth. You sucked up every drop of him until he grabbed you by the shoulders and lifted you onto the bed.

“Buck!” you giggled, bouncing on the mattress from the force. He grinned as he crawled up your body. His mouth found yours and hungrily kissed and sucked on your lips.

“You have no idea how much I’ve been waiting for this moment, doll,” he confessed, burying himself deep in the crevice of your neck.

“Bucky…you should’ve said something, I’ve been begging for you to fuck me for so long,” he perked up, looking at you with shock. He had no idea you felt anything for him until the kiss earlier. He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against yours.

“You mean we could’ve been doing this, this whole time?” you laughed, sliding your hands up his rough back.

“Since the very first day, Buck,” he growled and bit your skin, playfully frustrated. You writhed underneath him, feeling his cock getting harder again. Bucky’s lips were on yours in a frenzy, kissing and biting, tongue sliding in and clashing with yours, exploring every inch of your mouth as he ground his hips. Once he was fully erect again, he leaned back, sitting on his knees and caressing your dark pussy with his metal fingers. Bucky slipped between your folds and inserted two cold fingers into your entrance, beckoning a trembled moan to escape your lips.

“Mm, you’re so wet for me, baby,” he hummed, pumping his fingers in and out of your tight hole. You grabbed his wrist, holding onto him as he moved back and forth.

“Oh Bucky, baby I wanna feel you inside me, please,” you moaned. He did as told and removed his fingers, sliding his thick cock into your threshold until your lips were pressed against his skin. Your fingers dug into his shoulder and side, desperate for him to be closer, needing to feel his body in your hands as he fucked you.

“You’re so tight baby,” he breathed. Despite being dripping wet, his thick super-soldier cock stretched your walls to their brink. You were clamped down on him so deliciously that he would only need a few quick pumps to finish again. Bucky moved slowly, steady so that he didn’t hurt you, but you begged, begged him to fuck you so hard you saw stars. So he did. He picked up his pace, metal arm on the mattress, flesh hand holding your thigh open. He thrust back and forth, feeling your walls slide across his cock, drenching him in your slick as you screamed out his name. Bucky kept getting faster, more ravenous with each thrust until he was fucking you into the mattress with no mercy.

The bed creaked, thuds and slams against your skin echoed off the walls, lewd wet slapping could definitely be heard in the apartment next to yours, and Bucky’s pleasured grunts sent shivers through your body.

“So sweet for me baby girl, fuck, you’re so sweet for me, so wet,” Bucky panted, pushing your leg up and down into the bed, opening you up even more.

“Such a good girl for me huh? This pretty little pussy, just for me?” his mouth was at your ear, nibbling on your lobe as his words danced their way into your head.

“Yes baby, fuck, just for you,” you cried out before pulling him into a kiss to stifle the scream you felt brewing. Bucky could feel your walls tightening, gripping his thick cock with your swollen vagina.

“Oh darling, are you gonna cum for me? Huh, baby?” you could only nod as you felt it shock through your body. “That’s it baby, cum for me, cum for me,” he guided, his face pressed against yours as you screamed out his name. Sweat and moans mixed together as your orgasms rocked through your bodies. His heavy pants and dirty talk made your eyes roll back, hearing him beg you to cum was next level, the encouragement you didn’t realize you were so desperate for. Bucky released again, spilling into your warm vagina as you gushed onto his thick cock. With a few heavy pants and quite a lot of expletives, Bucky finally collapsed next to you. The pleasure lingering on each of your bodies like static electricity.

“So, how was your first New Year’s kiss?” Bucky smirked at you, eyes full of love. You shook your head, leaning over to kiss his chest. Your lips trailed from his peck to his face, splattering him with kisses.

“It helped me complete something on my New Year’s resolution to-do list,”

“Yeah? What’s that?” Bucky questioned, sliding his fingers down your arm as you lay on top of him.

“You.”

#bucky barnes x yn #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x y/n #fanfic #bucky

[beyondspaceandstars]

A Simple Housewife

Relationship: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader AU Warnings: non-graphic violence, angst Summary: Mob!AU - A new member starts getting too friendly with you one night, forcing Bucky to show a side of himself you’ve never seen before. And possibly never want to see again.  A/N: in my list of favorite AUs right under soulmate!au is mob!au........idk why i can’t explain it but I love it it’s such good content. and i realized well i can contribute to it as a genre so here I am lmao. (also, for reference, the work contains college-age peter parker - i aged him up fyi)

Masterlist

You liked how you two worked as a team. Bucky liked to hold meetings at your home, and you liked to host them. It was an unspoken agreement every time he’d come home and rattle off who was going to be around the next night.

These instances always sent you into a frenzy, but a good kind of frenzy. It gave you something to do. While a simple housewife per your husband’s request, these events meant you could fill your days planning menus, table settings, wine pairings, grocery shopping… It was therapeutic in some ways and even nicer knowing it would be appreciated.

His men loved to fawn over your perfectly cooked food or premium hand-picked wine and you simply adored it. While it sometimes rubbed Bucky the wrong way seeing you all giggly over compliments from other men, he typically let it slide. It was never very serious and certainly never went beyond sweet comments. You embraced your hosting duties while pretending to ignore the conversations that would go on in the next room after the meal, much to Bucky’s content.

The night had started like any other. Bucky came home the previous day and told you there was going to be a meeting tomorrow night and to expect to host ten of his men. That seemed like such a smaller crowd than he normally had over, so you inquired, curious.

"Only ten?" You asked, already rushing to grab your pen and paper for the planning.

Bucky nodded, leaning against the counter. "Yeah, we’ve got someone new coming on and I don’t want to overwhelm him."

"A new guy?" Your eyes lit up. "You mean someone who hasn’t tasted my lasagna?"

Your husband couldn’t hold back the chuckle at your innocent awe. Moments like these made him wonder how someone so warm could ever deal with someone like him. 

You weren’t totally clueless about his career, you knew at least a general description of what he did for a living, but, on the other hand, you hadn’t ever seen it. You roughly knew there were… multiple sides to him but those all seemed so distant, so pointless, at the time. In this home, with you, he was just Bucky. Your Bucky. Your husband. The one who showered you with love and appreciation.

"Yes, doll," your husband confirmed. "There’s someone who hasn’t had your famous lasagna."

"Wonderful!" You clapped and started writing out the menu. "Are there any requests? I certainly don’t want to mess anything up. God forbid the new guy thinks I’m a bad host or something."

You heard Bucky sigh as you continued making your notes. A hand came to your shoulder softly, halting your actions. You turned to face your husband, who was looking down at you with a soft smile, easing your worries nearly completely.

"Everything is going to be just fine," he said, placing a loving kiss on your forehead. You helplessly melted into the touch. "There’s nothing to worry about."

***

You were running around the kitchen like a mad man when Bucky came home the next night with a couple of men already following behind. He called out to greet you like some cheesy sitcom entrance. You force yourself to halt your panic, knowing it was in your best interest to go greet him and the first guests. Smoothing out your apron, you double-checked nothing would explode in flames upon your absence and made your way to the foyer.

"Hi, honey," you smiled as your eyes landed on your well-dressed, sophisticated-looking husband. For all the time spent together, he never did fail to make you swoon simply by just standing there.

"Hey, doll." Bucky matched your smile and gave you a kiss on the cheek knowing you would stress even more if he dared to smudge your lipstick.

When you two parted, your eyes wandered over your husband’s shoulder to the two men standing in front of the door. The one staring at you two exchanging welcomes you recognized right away as your husband’s right-hand-man Steve. Ever so strong and important looking.

But the boy standing next to Steve was a mystery. He was a bit smaller than them both but still had some height on you. This didn’t take away, though, from this timid look. He gazed around your home seeming so in awe of it all. He didn’t realize you were staring at him until Steve nudged him.

Bucky picked up on your curiosity and immediately jumped into introductions. Motioning towards the boy, "This is Peter. He’s the new member I was telling you about."

"Oh, of course," You smiled, outstretching your hand. Peter accepted the shake, a little on the enthusiastic side. "Very nice to meet you."

"It’s very nice to meet you too, Mrs. Barnes." The boy responded, holding slightly too much eye-contact, but you couldn’t blame him.

Your hands disconnected and you chuckled at the formalities, waving a hand in dismissal. You told him to call you by your first name. "The whole misses thing feels so serious," you insisted.

Peter just smiled, a twinkle in his eyes almost. He seemed to relax at your casualness. After the introductions, you led the men into the front room, offering up drinks and hors d’oeuvres. They helped themselves as you started to make your way back to the kitchen. For some reason, you decided to look back at the group. Your eyes met Peter’s immediately. The other men didn’t seem to notice, engrossed in some conversation as they poured their beverages. You simply smiled at the boy and headed back to the food.

It wasn’t too long after the first arrivals that the rest of the members started arriving. You didn’t have time to personally greet them all but Bucky assured you that was never necessary. You two had your own things to run, he liked to joke.

With everything places — food, silverware, centerpieces — you called the men into the dining room. They oohed and awed at the spread of lasagna, bread, veggies… All food groups were represented, you thought. As predicted, they began praising you for the meal as if it was the first time in their life that they’d ever eaten and it made you giggle. These were some of the toughest people you’d ever known and yet a simple baking dish of pasta and sauce could amaze them.

Once everyone was seated and digging in, you took your seat at the other end of the table, directly across from Bucky. As you began passing around the bread, you surprisingly found Peter sitting next to you.

"They made you sit down at this end?" You asked, handing him the breadbasket. Usually, the members dreaded sitting near the wife. While they were all so kind, in moments like these, they’d rather be at the other end looking so important.

"New guy," Peter shrugged, taking a piece of bread and moving it along.

"I thought this meeting was, like, for you," you said, cutting into the slice of lasagna one of the other men were so kind to serve you.

"No," he shook his head, beginning to eat. "At least that’s not how Mr. Barnes described it. Doesn’t matter, though. It’s just nice to be here."

You smiled, delighted by his optimism, having not seen many new members in your time with Bucky. "I hope the foods okay. I got nervous when Bucky said there’d be someone new coming around."

Peter scoffed as if finding your worry crazy which eased your mind a little. He took another bite of food. "This is easily one of the best meals I’ve had in a long time."

"Thank you, Peter," you said, taking a sip of your wine. Peter copied your motion, looking at you above the wine glass rim as he sipped.

"You did everything, yeah?" He asked, holding his wine while motioning towards the tables and surroundings. "Foods, plates, all of it?"

You nodded, probably coming off a bit more eager than you should’ve, but you couldn’t help yourself. Sure, Bucky’s guests loved to compliment your cooking but no one ever acknowledged the other pieces put into the meal.

"I try to change the table setting every season," you said, "and I like the food to be seasonal, too. There are some lovely markets around and I just adore browsing them… Oh! And the centerpieces, I got the flowers there, too…"

Your rambling died down as you caught Bucky staring at you from the other end of the table. One guy was trying to talk his ear off but he seemed interested in your conversation. Curiously, you started eying your husband back as you picked at your food. His face held an unreadable expression but, eventually, his eyes left yours and were now more focused on the one sitting next to you.

Appearing oblivious, Peter continued the conversation. "Well, I think the flowers are a nice touch," he said. "Pretty flowers picked by a pretty girl."

Your heart skipped a little at that comment. You couldn’t ignore the fact it was quite bold. While you were away of the gazes you got sometimes and the possibility you were talked about behind the scenes but to say it here? At the dinner table? With your husband just in earshot?

But at the same time, you had to consider, he was nice and probably just trying to butter you up hoping for a good word put in with the bossman. There was no doubt people thought they could get to Bucky through you but, in reality, you didn’t stick your hands in any of it. Nope, you just married into it.

Not completely sure how to respond, you simply accepted the compliment, "Well, thank you. That’s very sweet."

Peter smiled at your words, looking a bit proud of himself. You turned back to your plate and tried to eat your meal in silence.

Once everyone was finished, the group started making their way out of the dining room. You shooed them, promising to be out with coffee in a bit.

You were deep into cleaning, having finally carried all the dishes from the dining room to the kitchen when someone entered.

At first, you didn’t explicitly hear them as the faucet was running heavy from your battle of scrubbing dishes. Suddenly, you could sense a presence right behind you at the sink. Turning around, you nearly jumped out of your skin as you came face-to-face with Peter, looking almost amused at scaring you. You were surprised and also… not surprised.

"Sorry," you let out a breathy chuckle. "I didn’t hear you come in."

"That’s okay," he said and motioned towards the dirty plates lining the counter. "Do you need any help?"

"Oh," you frowned. "Shouldn’t you be in the meeting with everyone else?

He shook his head, "Mr. Barnes doesn’t want to start until he’s had coffee."

"Well, you can let him know it’s brewing away," you said, trying to keep your tone serious as you could. You turned back to the sink, praying he got the hint.

He hadn’t, you realized, as Peter came around to stand at your side, leaning against the counter. He stood, arms crossed, watching you.

It was weird — actually, this entire situation was weird. You didn’t think anyone but you or your husband had been in this kitchen before let alone actually know where it was in your home.

Despite how odd you found it, the last thing you wanted to be was rude. You didn’t want to think about what could ensue from your husband losing a guy.

"It’s kind of sad, Mrs. Barnes," Peter crossed his arms, seemingly ignoring your previous request to call you by your first name. You glanced at him, confused. "You’re so kind to do all this and none of them even offer to help you clean up."

"Oh, no, It’s okay-,"

"It’s really sad," He repeated, completely cutting off your attempt at a defense. You frowned and went back to cleaning the plates, praying your attempt to ignore him would encourage him to walk out. There was a weird feeling growing in your gut.

"Such a pretty girl shouldn’t have to do so much," Peter said, softly. "It’s not fair to you."

And that’s when you felt it. His hand slowly came up to rest on your lower back. You immediately tensed under his touch, mind spinning. What the hell had you ended up in? Should you have tried harder to get him out? Gosh, but he seemed so harmless-

His hand started inching upward and then back down, creeping a little lower each time with the motion. With your stance frozen, all you could do was focus on the soapy water in the sink, unsure of your next move. He took the hesitance as a chance to close the gap between you two. A few more shifts and he could have you fully pressed against the sink.

But before you could even ponder about his next move, the swinging kitchen door busted open. You both flinched at the sudden noise but Peter didn’t seem to move. You looked over to find it was Bucky in the doorway, gun drawn and pointed directly at Peter.

Your heart sank when you saw the weapon. Sure, you knew there was weaponry stored in the home but you had never definitely seen it. You could sometimes make out outlines of guns in suit pockets but now you were on the other end of one. While it wasn’t meant for you, with your poor positioning, a single shot and you could be taken down. And by your husband-

"What the fuck are you doing?" Bucky finally spoke, never taking his eyes off the person nearly towering over you. The gun was very steady, just like his words. But everything else about him was unlike anything you’d ever witnessed before. His eyes were dark, his features so harsh. This felt like a man you had never seen before.

"We were just talking," Peter answered. His voice was casual but you could feel a slight tremor in his hand. Or maybe that was just your body shaking uncontrollably. You couldn’t tell. "I offered to help her clean up."

Bucky cocked the gun. "Get your hands off her."

"Honey," you spoke softly, your voice slightly cracking from the tears that were beginning to form. "Please put the gun down."

"Not until he gets his hands off you, doll."

"Bucky, please." He wouldn’t look at you. He was determined to look beyond you and it scared you to death.

"You have five seconds to back away from her," Bucky took a step closer. "Or I’ll be forced to mess up my girl’s lovely kitchen."

You gasped at the sharpness in his voice, the entire darkness of it all. You started begging under your breath, hoping whoever or whatever heard the helpless prayers.

Finally, after what felt like hours to you, Peter stepped away from you. You turned to look back at the copy water where your hands were still submerged. They shook as you removed them and you let out a breath you hadn’t even realized you were holding.

Regaining some composure, you backed away from the sink and turned to your husband. Bucky still had the gun pointed at Peter, completely focused on him. Slowly, you approached him, your hands raised as if surrendering. You just needed to get the gun put away and then you could run to your room for some solitude. Fuck the other people probably oblivious, just relaxing and joking in your front room. This was typical business for them, they probably encountered your husband’s dark demeanor day in and day out, but this was going to take a toll on you.

"Honey, his hands are off of me," you whispered, slowly tiptoeing closer. "Put down the gun."

"He put his hands on you, doll," Bucky was answering you but he somehow sounded so distant, so consumed. "I let someone into this house that was going to do God knows what to you."

"No, no," you shook your head and you meant it. You didn’t think Peter was totally malicious. Just someone with a crush, high off excitement in a new place. "I really don’t think he meant harm."

"You’re too kind," Bucky scoffed. "You’re too kind, too innocent, too naive-,"

He held the gun stronger, seemingly preparing to shoot any second now. You were at the end of your rope with the realization. The waterworks were flowering uncontrollably now.

"James," you said, anger breaking through the tears. He seemed to freeze ever so slightly at your usage of his first name. "You really want to do this in front of your wife?"

Something clicked. You could feel it, you knew it. He didn’t answer and instead slowly lowered the weapon, placing it on the counter. Your husband turned to you. Seeing his opportunity, Peter sped past you two out of the kitchen. Neither of you really registered it. You were staring at one another, watching each other even begin to realize what had happened.

Now you were actually clueless. Were you meant to talk about this? Or did you just deal with it in time? The silence was killer but all your mind could focus on was the coffee machine that had gone silent, telling you it was done brewing. It was such a stupid, random thing to even focus on but you felt like your brain would explode if gave anything else the time of day.

"The coffee is ready for your meeting," you said, pulling off your apron and throwing it on the counter. Bucky watched you as stormed out of the kitchen, looking completely stunned and equally clueless.

You sat at your vanity in the bedroom. Thankfully you were able to avoid the front room, having no desire for anyone to see you in with mascara running down your cheeks.

You furiously scrubbed off your make-up despite it already almost off from the tears. Your emotions were just all over the place at this point. You didn’t know if you were angry, surprised, sad…

Mostly, you realized, you felt dumb. You could parade around being a little housewife, pretending she lived a normal life with a normal husband who had a normal job but that just wasn’t it. That wasn’t your reality in this moment. As much as you knew what his career entailed, seeing it up close like that was a whole new level. You thought you knew. You thought you knew so much.

You were just finishing changing out of your dress when the bedroom door opened. In the mirror, your angry eyes met Bucky’s worried ones. He entered slowly, shutting the door behind him. Part of you was pleased with this situation. He chose to check on you, pausing his meeting, but at the same time, you didn’t know if you could deal with anyone right now.

"How are you doing?" He finally spoke up, voice cutting through the tension.

You scoffed, "I just saw my husband pull a gun on a person in our fucking home."

Bucky shook his head and made his way over to the bed, where he sat at the edge, facing you. He wanted to get at you for swearing but much worse things had happened tonight that he didn’t know the point in it. Bucky never wanted to bring anything like that home.

He didn’t take care of that kind of "business" in this house. The meetings were routine, typically check-ins, but any deals or assignments were handled off the premises in fear of something turning ugly. He just wanted to keep you from that ugly. His sweet, soft wife who got excited over making lasagna and picking apples at the farmer’s market was never meant to be thrown into any of this. Especially not in the kind of way that just went down.

"I didn’t mean for that to happen," Bucky said. You rolled your eyes and turned quickly in your chair to face him. He ignored your attitude. "He had his hands on you. He was practically on top of you. Do you understand that? Please tell me you understand how that would make me angry."

"God, Bucky, you pulled a gun on an unarmed person!" You exclaimed. "I understand you were upset, I completely get that, but what… What was that? Who was that?"

His head tilted, confused, questioning. You shook your head in disbelief. Did he not even realize the mode he went into? The whole other person he seemed to encompass in those few minutes?

"You… you weren’t yourself," you mumbled and averted your gaze to your fingers which were fidgeting, restless. "You were scary. Disconnected. I didn’t know that person."

Bucky didn’t say anything at first. He got up from the bed and walked over to where you were seated at your vanity. He crouched down, trying to get you to look at him. Your heart pounded furiously at his close presence.

"You shouldn’t have seen that," He said. "You shouldn’t have seen any of that, doll."

His hands came to grasp yours. You wanted to pull away but you weren’t fast enough. He gripped your hands firmly as if scared you were going to vanish. Your head was swimming with even more confusion as he avoided your questioning.

"Can you even explain yourself?" You asked, finally looking up at him. Bucky’s worry seemed to have melted away and was replaced by something you once again couldn’t put your finger on.

He shook his head. The grip on your hands got tighter. "You have to understand when things come up I must act accordingly."

You didn’t understand but you had to understand. You knew you did. He was right. While jarring, that other side of Bucky did exist out there and he was probably the reason he could be so successful. And while that was something you could work on accepting, you didn’t want to see it in your home.

But for now, you didn’t want to deal with it. Emotions for you both were running high and there was no telling what could come out of your mouth anymore. You’d come back to it and work it out. There was no way you could avoid it. You didn’t think you could ever be scrubbed clean of what you saw.

"Okay," you mumbled and felt his hold on your hands loosen. "Just… Please don’t bring your work home for the time being. We can discuss this in the morning."

Bucky nodded, running his hand from your hands to your shoulder, lovingly. He mumbled okay and you sighed in relief.

For a second you wanted to just sit there, engrossed in the comfort his touch was bringing, completely and fully enjoy that you had your Bucky back, but then your brain remembered the people downstairs.

"Oh, honey," you said, "the guys are probably waiting for you."

"No," Bucky’s head shook. "I sent them home. You’re more important."

You melted at the words. Yes. Confirmed. Your Bucky was back to you. The man you loved and gave everything. He was putting you first.

"You didn’t need to do that," you mumbled, bashfully. Bucky chuckled at your reaction.

"Of course I did," he insisted. "I was worried. I never wanted you to see that. You didn’t sign up for that."

"No, Bucky, I really didn’t," you shook your head.

He sighed, "And I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

You looked down again, suddenly worried you were putting too much guilt on him but at the same time, that felt silly to even consider. You weren’t sure anymore. The day was overwhelming as the minutes continued.

"Could we just go to bed now?"

Bucky removed his hands from your shoulders and stood, allowing you to get out of the chair and make your way to the bed, under the fluffy comforter. Your husband watched, waiting until you were comfortable.

"I’ve got a few phone calls to make but then I’ll come to bed, okay?"

You nodded, eyes shut already halfway into your dream world. You heard Bucky chuckle as he turned out the lights and shut the door quietly.

You lulled yourself to sleep, head still spinning from the earlier acts. The whiplash your husband gave you was starting to catch up but how much more could you think about it? It’d come back and you’d have to deal but for now, you could pretend. At least while you slept, you could go back to putting that distance between yourself and any side of Bucky that wasn’t husband Bucky. For just a bit, you could pretend you didn’t know so much.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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(Yes, I'm calling myself out lol)

Avengers x Male!Reader

Marvel Preferences: You Stay Up Late

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Steve gets worried if you stay up late. He knows he can stay up all night since he's a Super Solider in all, but you're not one...Steve is always trying to convince you to go to bed early or tries to come up with excuses as to why you shouldn't go to bed so late.

Bucky doesn't really sleep, so he'll also be staying up with you. At first, you would stay up for his sake in case you can wake him up and comfort him from any nightmares he has. But he soon found out you're just a night bird, feeling like it was because of him, until you told him that you always stay up late. He might not say much, but he likes to curl up next to you, or lay his head on your lap.

Tony also stays up late in general, so he doesn't have a problem with you doing it. He might go for some small talk, or show you some of projects he's working on, though.

Sam would honesty playfully wrestle you into bed when you refuse to go to sleep. He does this to actually tire you out, especially when you would struggle or protest, and when you're out of breathe and tired, he says, "oh, you're tired already?"

Peter tries his best to stay with you, his eyelids going heavy and yawning every so often. He tries his best to listen to what you're saying or say attention to what you're doing, but he eventually just falls asleep on you.

Scott usually goes to bed when you do, so he would most likely stay up if you don't. He  likes to get out a flashlight and make shadow shows, or literally trying karaoke, only to hear Clint or Tony yell from another room telling you both to shut up. (Only for Scott to complain about not having a fun sleepover)

Loki surprises you a little when you feel his arms wrapped around your waist, and he thinks you have something on your mind. When you tell him that you just usually stay up late, he lets you carry on with whatever you're doing as long as you're here with him.

Thor doesn't really mind it. He can also stay up all night, and he might spend all night telling you Asgaurdian tales or stories. (That would probably put you to sleep, like a bed time story, lol)

Bruce is weirded out because he doesn't understand how you could stay up for so long. But he does reccomend a schedule for you to go to bed early for your health and some sleeping techniques (he's a doctor after all). But before he does, he at least gives you a water bottle or fruit before you eventually go to bed. After that, he might go to sleep before you do.

(LMAO does he even sleep?) Pietro has no problem staying up all night with you. He'll play video games, joke around, talk, or just go out for a...speed run. But he just takes all the snacks from the kitchen, not caring if he makes a mess, and then giggling and telling Clint or Tony to 'get used to it' when they start ranting about it the next morning.

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