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lonewolfwriting89 · 8 months

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MOONLIGHT SONATA

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You beckoned Bucky with your finger, a slow, sensual movement. He followed, stepping across the broken shards of moonlight on the linoleum floor. The odd ray glinting against his metal arm.

Warnings – Language. Smut. NSFW.

Word Count: 2.2k approx

A/N: Hope you all love it xoxo

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It was almost four in the morning, and Bucky woke up following a bad dream, unable to fall back asleep. He crept out of bed, shuddering as the chilled air flirted across his bare chest, and walked softly to the kitchen. Blue-hued moonlight slid in through the windows, casting rays on the linoleum floor, pushing back the shadows. Bucky crossed the cupboard above the sink and removed a glass, filling it with water. Sipping at the cool liquid, he stared out the window at the moon-lit yard below and cleared his head of the day's thoughts.

A noise behind him caused his focus to shift. Bucky turned and saw you standing there, his faded old shirt hung down below your waist, the only thing you had on. As you stepped into the moonlight, he felt a stirring between his legs, and flushed in the darkness. Bucky realised that you couldn’t see the growing bulge in his boxers, not in the shadows of the night. You stepped towards him, removed the glass from his metal hand and took a sip yourself.

You placed the now empty glass on the counter and as you did, Bucky caught the briefest of glimpses of your exposed ass as the shirt you had on momentarily rose. You wore nothing but a white lace thong underneath. His boxers tightened, doing little to hide himself from you. Turning back to face Bucky you closed the distance between you both with each breath. You stood barely inches from him, your eyes glimmering in the darkness.

"Can't sleep?", you asked innocently enough, your finger traced the contours of the muscles on his chest across to where his skin met the metal of his arm.

"No...Not tired", he murmured, as he stepped forward, sliding his hands around your waist, cupping them down over your ass. Metal and flesh. He pulled you closer, letting you wrap your dainty arms around his neck.

"What shall we do, now that we're awake..?".

"I can think of a few things I'd like to do...", Bucky grinned, as your lips met in a passionate kiss. Your lips opened and your tongues sensuously explored one another.

You broke your embrace, walking backwards towards the kitchen table. You beckoned Bucky with your finger, a slow, sensual movement. He followed, stepping across the broken shards of moonlight on the linoleum floor. The odd ray glinting against his metal arm. You sat up on the kitchen table and slid backwards, spreading your legs ever so slightly, allowing him just a glimpse of your core.

That brief tease drove Bucky on. He stepped towards the table, reaching forward and pulled the old t-shirt over your head and tossed it behind him. It floated like a leaf to the floor, a soft crumple met your ears. The cool moonlight played across your skin, creating a perfect contrast of shadows and light, basking you in an ethereal glow.

He reached forward, wrapping his arms around your back and you kissed again. In the moonlight your tongues explored one another in the dark. Slow. Bucky sighed into the kiss, you tasted sweet, like ripened strawberries, freshly picked. He wanted more.

Once more, you broke the embrace, pulling back ever so slightly. He stepped back, curious and eager. You leant back on your hands, spreading your legs. Bucky’s gaze shifted, from your intensely beautiful eyes, to your breasts, down to the crevice between your thighs, hidden just behind the flimsy fabric of the thong.

"Something caught your eye Barnes...?", you whispered in the dark.

"Yes", he breathed heavily, although the growing warmth in his groin spoke for itself. You took one of his fingers and delicately licked it, up and down before placing it in your mouth and sucking on it. Bucky groaned quietly and you saw the shiver run over his skin. Removing it from your mouth, you left behind a slight strand of saliva that fell from your lips onto your breasts.

You gazed down at yourself, grinning impishly in the steel-blue moonlight. Your finger traced the curves of your breasts, leaving a trail of sticky, wet, glistening saliva, across them, around to your nipples, pebbled and erect from the cool air and the warmth radiating inside your body.

You stared at Bucky intently as you circled your nipples with your wet finger. He could feel a shortness and quickness of breath coming on, a fever beginning to kindle inside his body. You slid your wet finger down between your glistening breasts, over your smooth stomach, and down to the darkness between your legs.

Bucky couldn’t see between your legs, the light of the moon not reaching there, but he watched as your finger disappeared into it, moving in slow circles around it, as your eyelids half-closed in pleasure and private thoughts while you teased yourself.

You know how much he likes to watch when you do this.

Your hand began to move rhythmically, methodically, your eyes completely closed, your cheeks flushed with excitement. Bucky felt a voyeuristic thrill, as if he was watching something private. Something that's only supposed to take place behind closed doors, where there were no prying eyes.

The motion of your hand between your legs stopped, and you slowly withdrew your fingers from their hidden place of pleasure. You re-traced the trail of saliva on your stomach, leaving a wetter, stickier path this time. Made from the product of your own excitement. You circled your nipples again, until they glistened with beads of your slick, and then you took your fingers, almost dripping with your wetness, and placed them up to your lips, ever so delicately.

“Doll…”, Bucky murmured into the silent air.

You teased your fingers around your plump lips, as you did the folds between your legs, until they, too, glistened in the moonlight. You opened your mouth, licking your fingers up and down, sucked on them, drawing them into your mouth, tasting yourself, tasting your arousal, your sex.

You popped your fingers from your mouth, still dripping with your sex and your saliva, and offered them to Bucky. He stepped forward, taking your wrist with his hand, and kissed your fingers, tasting the nectar, tasting you. He traced his tongue along them, mildly disappointed that the taste of your arousal was almost gone, lost somewhere in your own mouth.

He tried to recover it. Your lips locked, tongues dancing once again. This time, Bucky tasted your desire, the very essence of your arousal, and he wanted more of it, badly. The bulge in his boxers brushed against the darkness between your legs as you wrapped them around him. He felt the already soaking wet cloth of the thong dampen his boxers.

Bucky thrust against your hips, ever so slightly, but he knew you could feel it when you arched your neck and moaned. He kissed along your throat, tracing his wet tongue down to your breasts. He followed the trail you left for him, the sweet, sticky path that followed the voluptuous curves of your breasts, your hardened nipples, down your toned stomach, into the tempting darkness between your legs.

Your thong was soaked, your slick, dripping onto the surface where you were perched. Bucky slipped it down your smooth, silky legs with his teeth, his calloused hand massaging your ass and the undersides of your thighs. He slowly guided your legs apart, gently kissing the insides of your thighs, licking up and down the insides of your legs torturously slow. Feeling you tremble in anticipation.

You couldn’t restrain yourself any longer, as Bucky teased the outside of your wet folds with his tongue. You reached down with two fingers, rubbing your swollen clit in anticipation, purring his name low in your throat. Finally, he gave you what you both wanted, his tongue flitted across your clit, causing a moan to escape your pursed lips, head tilted back as waves of pleasure radiated through your body. He pushed your hand away and replaced it with his own, inching them slowly into your pussy.

Your hips began to buck and tremble with the combined pleasure of Bucky’s tongue and fingers. He probed deeper with his tongue, sliding it deep into your dripping slit, then flicking circles across your clit. You squeezed your thighs and started rolling your hips in rhythm with his fingers, his hot tongue driving you wild.

Bucky could taste you cumming, he could feel it in the way you drove your hips, in the way your breath came shorter, harder. You panted, as another long, low moan breached your lips. His fingers slid in and out of you faster, his lips wrapped around your sensitive clit. Your body shook hard, causing the table you were sat on to rock with you.

With a sharp cry of his name, your body spasmed beneath his tongue. Another gasp of pleasure erupted from deep within you. Bucky groaned against your core and continued, curling his tongue through you. Your body jerked, as the ecstasy rolled through you bitterly, edging you into another intense climax.

Bucky gently kissed your folds, then planted more along the insides of your thighs, your sweetness still on his tongue and lips. He mapped up your trembling stomach, your panting chest, still glistening from your sweat and sex, up your neck to your mouth.

He wrapped his strong arms around your waist and pulled your trembling body up, so that you were sat on the edge of the table. You looped your arms behind his neck and pulled him in close, until your mouths merged. Your lips trembled as they met his, your body still pulsed with the echoes of your orgasm.

Bucky kissed you softly, slowly, letting you taste yourself on his lips and tongue. The tang of your slick made the coil in the pit of your stomach twist, igniting the desire again. Aroused by your own taste, you pulled him on top of you, on the table.

His boxers were ripped away urgently, your hands dragged him closer to whisper in his ear, "I want you inside of me…I need you inside of me…now”.

He obliged and kissed you passionately, before slipping into your tight, wet slit. You moaned loudly, feeling his thick cock stretch your pussy. He slid in and out of you, grasping the back of your neck with his metal hand, caressing your face with his flesh fingers, as he thrust harder.

Time ceased to exist as pleasure enveloped both of your bodies, the sensations ebbed and flowed. Increasing in strength and intensity. The tingling of euphoria burst through every nerve in your bodies. Waves of intense pleasure washed over Bucky as your wet walls clenched tightly around his shaft.

Your eyes started to roll to the back of your head, your thoughts hazy with lust and desire wrapped up in all that was Bucky. Just as you were both about to approach release, you locked eyes with him, a sly grin playing across your moonlit face.

You stopped, pushing his solid chest.

"Wha-", he couldn’t spit the words out, as the sensation of pleasure dissipated from his body as you slowly disengaged yourself. That look still on your face, mischief and arousal shone in your eyes.

You placed a finger upon his lips, shushing him softly. You pushed him back, gently, from the table's edge, and slowly slid off until your bare feet met the linoleum again. Bucky stared at you quizzically, not quite comprehending what was unfolding before him.

You lowered yourself to your knees, smirking up at him.

Suddenly, he understood and took a step towards you.

Extending your tongue, you met his throbbing cock, tracing the vein on the underside slowly. He gasped as you blew on the tip of his length, the combination of your warm breath on the end, your tongue running its length and your soft, smooth hand gently grasping and stroking pushed Bucky into a storm of bliss.

You plunged your lips over the head of his cock, sliding your tongue along the length of his shaft. All the way down, and all the way back up, making a soft smacking sound as your lips released him. You glanced up at Bucky, witnessing the intense pleasure pass over his handsome face.

You smiled and repeated. Again. And again. And again.

Bucky stroked your hair, threading his vibranium fingers through the strands, wanting to whisper his gratefulness, his appreciation, his love. Anything. But he found himself at a complete loss for words as a wave of euphoria passed over his body, causing him to gasp aloud. A shuddering sigh escaped the moonlight, along with his hot, sticky release.

You swallowed most of it, but you didn’t stop the bobbing motion of your head, the swirling of your tongue or the caress of your lips. The ecstasy was almost more than Bucky could bear, as you swept up the last physical remnants of his release from his shaft and head, swallowing it down.

Groaning, Bucky lowered his trembling body to the ground next to you. He wrapped his numb arms around you, kissing you sweetly as you both embraced, tasting himself on your tongue. He groaned quietly, enjoying the tang. You both laid quivering on the kitchen floor, the aftershocks of your orgasms buzzing through your bodies. In the moonlight, Bucky could see the sheen of sweat covering your skin, making you glow.

You both sighed happily in the moonlight. Basking in your own sonata.

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flightlessangelwings · 6 months

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Ktober 2023 Day 15- Against a Wall

Bucky Barnes x fem!curvy!reader

Word count- 2k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), reader wears a skirt and works as a waitress for Tony, described with curves but it's briefly mentioned, mutual pining, protective!Bucky, no use of y/n

Notes- I actually kept changing my mind on who to write this prompt with but I landed on Bucky lol. And the setting here is reminiscent of 2012 mcu tumblr where Bucky joined the avengers and they're all friends. And I purposefully had a curvy/plus sized reader in mine for this prompt to show some love! Prompt list made by me! Enjoy!

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Over the years of working for Tony Stark, you had seen more than your fair share of exciting things. Serving cocktails at his parties meant you had a front row seat to events that usually got splashed across headlines the following morning. Rich people flirted with you all the time, and you flirted back to get extra tips. Plus, you actually became friends with Tony over time, possibly the thing you had least expected. Even as his list of friends and party attendees grew to include otherworldly and superhuman guests.

Overall, you were able to keep your cool, even when meeting big names like Steve Rogers. He was kind and courteous, and handsome of course, but he wasn’t your type. No, your breath wasn’t taken away until his old friend, Bucky Barnes came along. Bucky was everything you had dreamed of, and when you laid eyes on him for the first time, it was as if he stepped out of your fantasy.

“Your drink, sir,” you fought to keep your composure as you handed him a glass.

“Thank you,” his low voice went right to your core as he smiled softly at you.

Bucky wasn’t much for words, but his eyes bore into you, studying your curves as if he could see into your soul. Part of you craved it, but the other part was worried he could read all your secrets, especially the one that you harbored feelings for him. He seemed to grow more and more comfortable as time went on, though, and he started to integrate more into the group. All the other guests did so too, and the more he was around, the less afraid of him they were.

Not you, though. You were never afraid of him. And it wasn’t just from your attraction to Bucky. No, there was something there that you knew you could trust. Something in him that read that he was a good person, a kind person. And though you had never exchanged more than a few words with him, sometimes you felt your gaze linger on him longer than it needed to.

Bucky noticed of course, and sometimes your eyes met for a brief moment before you looked away in embarrassment. You went back to your tasks until you felt you could safely glance back over once more. This dance went on every time Tony had a party, yet everything remained in the air, unspoken, only flirting for a couple seconds with your eyes. What you didn’t know, though, was Bucky’s gaze lingered on you for just as long, if not longer. And a feeling of jealousy built up in his gut whenever he saw others flirt with you.

One night, though, Bucky couldn’t take it anymore. He watched as you served drinks, your skirt running high up your thigh, exposing your flesh more and driving him wild. He wasn’t the only one watching, however, and a man he had never seen before stumbled over to you, draping his arm over you. When you obviously didn’t want him there, Bucky made his move.

“Please do not touch me, sir,” you said sternly but politely, trying to diffuse the situation without making a scene.

“Oh come on sweet girl,” he slurred, “Let me take you home.”

When he tried to lean in closer, the man found himself yanked off of you and instead in the grip of Bucky Banres.

“The lady said no,” Bucky’s tone was firm and low.

All the fight left the man’s eyes as he cowered, “I’m sorry,” he stammered before he wriggled free and ran off.

Bucky watched to make sure he was gone before he turned to you, “Are you alright?” he asked, his voice noticeably softer.

“Y-yeah,” your eyes went wide as you processed what just happened. Bucky Barnes just saved you, and he seemed genuinely concerned about you, “Thank you,” you added in a whisper.

Bucky brushed the back of his hand across your cheek in an affectionate gesture, “Can’t let my favorite waitress get into trouble now, can I?”

Heat rose in your face as the room spun. Was Bucky actually flirting with you? Part of you wanted to pinch yourself in case you were dreaming, but you also didn’t want to wake up if you were. “I’m your favorite waitress?” you asked slyly as you subtly shimmied your shoulders.

He cupped your chin to make you meet his eyes, “Who else would be?”

Time stopped as you met his gaze. It was different looking into his eyes up close, like you could swim in them. And you couldn’t help but glance down at his lips for the briefest moment.

Bucky took that as his invitation, “You wanna get out of here?” he asked in a low tone.

You bit your lip, “I can’t leave the party,” you paused, hating the look of disappointment on his face, “But,” you slipped your hand into his, “I have an idea. Follow me.”

“Yes ma’am,” Bucky eagerly followed as you led him out of the main room and down a hallway. He couldn’t help but glance at your ass as you walked just in front of him. But, his breath hitched in his throat when you came to a small hall closet and quickly ushered him inside, not wanting anyone else to see.

“It’s not romantic or anything,” you sounded sheepish suddenly as you closed and locked the door, “But it’ll have to do.”

“Are you kidding?” Bucky said as he put his hands on your hips, his lips hovering over yours, “You’re dressed like this, we’re sneaking away from a party, we’re alone… I’m with you,” he exhaled sharply, “This is plenty romantic.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but it was cut off when Bucky placed his lips over yours in a soft kiss. You moaned into him as your eyes fluttered shut and you held onto his shoulders as you parted your lips for him. You felt a low rumble in his chest as he took the invitation and deepened the kiss, tasting you for the first time.

“Damn, sweetheart,” he mumbled between kisses, “You’re… Incredible,” Bucky murmured as he kissed you again, backing you up against the wall.

He swallowed the moan you let out as your back hit the wall, and you clung to him for support. Bucky gladly gave it to you, pressing his body against yours to keep you pinned there. His knee parted your legs slightly so that he could press it against your pussy, and you let out a whimper at the contact.

“Fuck,” you breathed.

“My thoughts exactly,” Bucky breathed as his hands dipped below your skirt. He paused, though, and looked back up into your eyes, “Is this ok?” he asked.

“Shit, Bucky, don’t stop now,” you huffed, “Please.”

“Fuck, I love when you say my name,” Bucky groaned as he kisse you again and tugged at your skirt, pushing it up to expose your panties.

“Bucky…” you moaned again as you clung to his shoulders.

“Do you trust me, sweetheart?” he asked.

“Yes,” your reply was immediate and your tone was more serious.

Suddenly, you found yourself in the air; Bucky grabbed onto your ass and used his super strength to lift you up and pin you against the wall. You squealed, more in surprise than anything, but let out a moan when you felt his clothed cock against your pussy.

“Please, Bucky,” you begged.

He grunted as he leaned his bodyweight forward, keeping you against the wall as he fumbled to free his cock with one hand. As much as Bucky wanted to take his time with you, he was too desperate right now. And so were you. With hope, Buck would have another chance with you, and that time he would treat you the way he wanted to. He would spend hours between your legs until you told him to stop. He would kiss you all over, worshiping your beautiful body, and feeling every dip and curve of you.

But right now, fucking you against the wall in a close would have to do. Not that either of you were complaining.

You whimpered when you glanced down and saw Bucky’s thick cock pop out against his suit. You panted as you anticipated it filling you, and you had never been more turned on in your life. Bucky murmured your name to get your attention, and the look in his eyes sent another pulse right to your cunt.

“I’m ready,” you answered the unspoken question, “Please, Buck.”

“Fuck,” he growled as he hooked a finger on your panties and pushed them aside, “Hold onto me, alright? I’ve got you.”

A loud hiss escaped your lips as he slowly pushed into you. You bit your lip to try and hold back your moans, but his cock felt so good as it entered you and you couldn’t help but cry out. Bucky groaned as he felt your warmth engulf him, and he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting the rest of the way into you.

“You ok?” he asked when he heard you whine.

“Yes,” you breathed, “Fuck me, Bucky… Please,” you tugged at his shoulder as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Bucky growled your name as he reeled back and thrust forward again. Both of you gasped at the action, and from there Bucky lost all control. He rocked into you over and over again as you hung helplessly against the wall. Moans and groans from both of you filled the tiny space as Bucky thrust into you at the perfect angle.

“Shit,” you cried out as you slammed your head back against the wall.

“Feel so good… Sweetheart,” Bucky grunted as the room started to spin for him as well.

“Bucky…”

“I know… I’ve got you.”

He pounded into you with fervor, with desperate need as you screamed even louder. He rested his forehead against yours, feeling your breath on his face with every moan you let out. Bucky already craved more of you; he wanted to always feel you around him and in his arms. He tightened his grip on you as his thrusts became more erratic as his own climax quickly approached.

“Bucky… I’m…”

All he could do was groan your name and close his eyes. Your orgasms hit simultaneously, one right after the other. You trembled in Bucky’s arms as you came hard, and Bucky fought to keep himself upright as he spilled himself deep inside you. As he thrust into you, riding out your climaxes, Bucky took your lips with his once more in a deep and passionate kiss.

Sweat lined your brow and the sensations overwhelmed you, but you felt safe in Bucky's arms. As you started to come down from your high, you broke away for a deep breath, and you gasped as you felt yourself go more limp in his arms. Bucky immediately snapped to attention, and gently lowered you down, pulling out of you in the process.

You whimpered at the loss, but Bucky never let go of his grip on you, even as he settled you back on your feet. Your eyes trailed up from the ground as you met his gaze, and your heart skipped a beat from the way he looked at you.

“That was… Wow,” you whispered as you composed yourself and fixed your skirt, “Better than I ever imagined,” you muttered under your breath.

Bucky tucked himself back in his pants and straightened out his jacket, “So,” he smirked, “You imagined me?”

You looked at him wide-eyed, “I- I didn’t mean…”

“It’s ok sweetheart,” he cupped your face, “Can you keep a secret?” when you nodded he continued, “I imagined you too.”

You exhaled deeply as you leaned into his touch. You allowed him to slowly pull your face to his and parted your lips as Bucky kissed you once more. This kiss was slow, yet deep, and it helped all the unspoken emotions you both felt. When you broke away you let out another deep breath, “Tony is going to have a field day with this,” you said with a laugh.

“I’m by your side,” Bucky reassured you after joining your laughter, “Shall we?”

Swallowing hard, you nodded, “Let’s go,” you slid your hand in his and opened the door to your futures.

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jessybarnes · 1 year

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Love Dust

Title: Love Dust

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!

Word Count: 2,245

Tags: SMUT, Angst, fluff, sex pollen, kink: harder, find the cure, arguing, sexual tension, minor injuries, masturbation, mutual masturbation, wall sex, unprotected sex, choking, biting, oral sex (female receiving), kissing, multiple orgasms, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think that's it but please let me know if I forgot something.

Written For: @kinktober2022 , @buckybarnesbingo , and @badthingshappenbingo

Square(s) Filled: Sex Pollen for Kinktober // B2 - Kink: Harder for Bucky Barnes Bingo // O1 - Find The Cure for Bad Things Happen Bingo

Beta(s): T. Thompson and A. DiLorenza

"Bucky? Hey, Buck can you hear me?"

You were partnered with the super soldier on the most recent mission, and things started out bad and kept getting worse.

The two of you didn't really get along, to begin with. Add that to the fact that neither of you agreed with the other's decisions, and well, that's how you ended up here, in this dark, dilapidated room.

The walls are cement, the floor is concrete, there are no windows, and the only light is coming from a little vent on the wall by the steel door.

Neither of you is restrained, but you're a hundred percent certain the door is locked. Instead of wasting your time trying to pry it open, you decide to check on Bucky. After all, he's the one with super soldier serum running through his veins, and with his super strength and metal arm, he's your best bet at getting out.

You crouch down and brush his shoulder-length hair out of his face. He really is beautiful, but you'd never tell him that to his face. He'd never let you live that confession down.

He's got a pretty gnarly gash above his eyebrow but other than that, he's unscathed. Well, from what you can immediately determine anyway. You gently roll him onto his back and press two fingers to his neck to check for a pulse.

Okay, so at least he's not dead.

His chest rises and falls and you can't help but run your fingers over his silver hand. The metal is cool and you flatten his palm to look at the intricate grooves. You've always been fascinated with the inner workings and design of his prosthetic, but never had a chance to look at it up close. Until now.

"The fuck are you doing?"

You jump and scoot back to give him some room, "sorry… you were out cold and I couldn't get you to wake up."

He raises an eyebrow, "so you decide the best way to do that is to play with my metal hand?"

"Just shut up and help me get us out of here."

Bucky sits up and looks around. He doesn't remember much other than the stubborn tactics that got the two of you surrounded by Hydra agents.

He stands and rolls the sleeve of his red Henley up to expose his metal forearm before gripping the door handle.

"You should probably stand back."

You roll your eyes, "I'm fine. Would you just do it already? I'm hungry and want to shower."

He shrugs and gives the handle a hard tug. Nothing happens so he fixes his stance and uses both arms to pull as hard as he can.

You stand and watch with your hands on your hips. Even though his efforts didn't work it was still nice to admire his back and arm muscles flexing. Just because you think Bucky's insufferable doesn't make him unattractive. You're only human.

"Good try and all, but I don't think the door's gonna budge."

Bucky sighs and lowers himself onto the floor again, the back of his head resting against the wall. Out of all the people he could have been trapped in a ten-by-ten empty room with it just had to be you.

He's honestly not sure what Fury sees in you. Sure you're skilled in combat and can hold you're own on missions. He'd be lying if he said you weren't pretty, but your arrogant personality rubs him the wrong way. It's just like that saying goes, you can't have everything.

"So, any ideas?"

He doesn't even bother opening his eyes.

"Not unless you got a way to bust through that thick, steel door."

"So, we're just supposed to sit here then?"

Bucky sighs, a twinge of annoyance hints in his tone. "Well, seeing as there's only us in here, and I'm the only one who would have been able to open the door, I don't see how we can do anything else."

"That's really helpful," you deadpan. He grunts and you roll your eyes. You watch him from the opposite wall. He's always so nice to everyone else at the compound. Granted he doesn't talk that much or participate in the parties that Tony holds, but he never seems unpleasant with anyone else. So why is he that way with you?

You can't put your finger on it, and so long as you are stuck in this tiny ass room with him you're going to figure out why.

"What's your deal?"

Bucky cracks an eye open and subtly tilts his head toward you, "excuse me?"

"Why are you always such a dick to me?"

He snorts and shakes his head, "I'm not getting into this with you, Y/N. My head hurts, I'm tired, and I'm not in the mood to open this can of worms right now."

You open your mouth to respond, but before you can a hissing noise catches both of your attention. You look at the vent and begin to panic at the sight of a pale yellow mist flowing out.

"Bucky? What the fuck is that?"

"I…don't know…but whatever it is it can't be good."

He stands and goes to pull on the door handle again, but to no avail. The dust-like substance floats in front of his face and he stumbles back, his body becoming overwhelmed with heat.

"Bucky?!"

He collapses onto all fours, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. He's hot all over, and even though he hears you call out to him, he can't focus on anything but the thick, molten heat pooling in his groin.

Once he can finally catch his breath he realizes something else.

He can smell you.

Bucky grits his teeth and tries so hard to ignore the intoxicating scent of your arousal. It's surrounding him, and he can't help the tent forming in his jeans. He's hard and leaking, his cock begging to be touched, and it's taking everything in him to keep himself from tearing your clothes off and pounding it into your tight, wet heat.

You slowly get closer to him avoiding the yellow dust as best as you can. He's doubled over like he's in serious pain, and even though the two of you don't see eye to eye it doesn't mean you want him to suffer.

Your hand gently touches his shoulder and he immediately whips his head around to look at you, your eyebrows shooting up in shock.

Bucky's unrecognizable. His skin is flushed, his pupils are dilated, and his nostrils flare as his lip curls upwards. He looks absolutely feral and you aren't sure if it's because he wants to kill you or if he wants to devour you.

He stands and turns to you, his shoulders moving up and down as he breathes. His fists clench at his sides and he inhales deeply, groaning as he closes his eyes.

"You smell so fucking good, Y/N…"

"Bucky?" You hold your hands up as he stalks toward you, "please…y-you don't have to do this!"

He backs you into the wall and plants a hand on either side of you. His face lowers down to yours and you turn your head to cower away. You're unsure what his motive is. Is he going to eat you? Is this some sort of cannibalistic dust that infects the people that ingest it?

Bucky leans into your neck, his nose dragging along your throat as he breathes in again.

"Mmm, wanna taste you…"

You push on his chest but it's no use. Trying to move him away is like trying to move a brick wall.

There's no where for you to go. Bucky's blocking you from the front and the dust is slowly surrounding you from both sides.

The first flakes of it dance across your face and it's like you've been dipped in a sea of lava. Your back arches off the wall and your panties immediately become soaked through. The throbbing between your legs is so intense that you can't even think straight.

One of your hands slides into your panties and you immediately push two fingers inside of yourself. It does nothing to soothe your need for release, but you just can't stop.

Bucky growls and nearly tears his own off so he can fist his cock. He thrusts into his hand as he watches you, his eyes wild and primal.

Your orgasm comes suddenly and you cry out as slick covers your hand. Bucky’s isn't far behind, seemingly endless ropes of cum bursting from his tip.

Although it felt good, reaching your high did nothing to satiate the unbearable ache in your core. You rub fast circles on your clit while Bucky strokes up and down his still leaking cock.

"Bucky," you whine desperately, his eyes fierce as he looks down at you, "i-it won't stop…"

Bucky closes his eyes and swallows hard. He can hear how wet you are and the last shreds of his self control are dwindling away.

"Buck, please I-I can't… We need to… to find the cure."

"Fuck!" He growls and drags you down so you're laying on the floor, "gotta taste you, doll. Smell so fucking good."

At this point, you'd let him do anything if it made you feel better. You lift your hips and he strips you, tossing your clothes somewhere behind him. He spreads your thighs apart and curses under his breath.

"Jesus, you're dripping all over the floor, baby."

You whimper and circle your clit again, but he swats your hand away.

"Please!" You beg. "Just please do something. I can't take much mo-OH, FUCK!"

Bucky dives between your legs like a starved man. He uses his thumbs to spread you open, his tongue diving into your soaked cunt. He's relentless as he licks and sucks your pussy, bringing you closer and closer to your second orgasm.

You're practically crying from how intense it feels and when he slips his tongue inside of you, it hurdles you over the edge. Bucky doesn't stop, his low groan vibrates through your core and makes you scream and squirt all over his face.

"Bucky! Bucky oh, my g- oh, fuck! Baby please!"

He finally lets you go and pulls his face away so he can look at you. His chin is shining from your cum and it's one of the hottest things you've ever seen. There's still a dull, pounding heat and your eyes fill with tears as your hand works its way to rub your clit again.

"B-Bucky…"

He shushes you and lifts you into his arms, "shh, I've got you, doll. I know, I know it hurts, but I'll make it better, okay?"

You nod and grab onto his shoulders as he pushes you against the wall. His kiss is needy and rough as his cock stretches your pussy.

Bucky can't fuck you fast enough. He's never been more feral for anyone than he is right now. His body pins you to the wall, his mouth ravishes your exposed skin in open-mouthed kisses, and the way your velvety cunt pulls him in is intoxicating.

"Oh, baby," he groans deeply, "you feel so fuckin' good… taking my cock so well…"

"Harder, Bucky!" You cry out and throw your head back, his metal hand coming up to close around your throat.

"Yeah, princess? You need me to fuck this little pussy harder?" He grips your side with his free hand, his hips pistoning upward with reckless abandon. "I'm gonna ruin you, doll. No one else will ever fuck you like this."

"Oh, shit! Bucky! I-I'm gonna cum! You're gonna make me cum oh, my god!"

He squeezes your throat a little tighter and kisses you vigorously, "yeah, that's it, pretty girl…cum…cum all over my cock."

His words are like a trigger, sending you over the edge for a third time, and it's intensity makes little spots dance in your vision. Bucky's release is right behind yours, his legs shaking as he cums with an animalistic shout.

Bucky pants wetly against your lips and lets his metal arm slide down to grab your other hip. He turns around and sinks down to the floor with you in his lap, his cock slowly softening inside of you.

Your still shaking as you lay limp in his arms, his fingertips rubbing lightly up and down your back. It's quiet other than your breathing and you realize that you finally feel relief.

You raise your head to thank him, but before you can, the door is blown off its hinges and hits the wall behind you making you jump.

Bucky wraps his flesh arm protectively around you and raises his metal one to block the debris. He pulls you off of him and stands to put himself between you and whatever’s behind the dissolving dust. Naked or not, he won't let anyone hurt you.

"Buck? Oh, thank god we found y-...wait, why don't you have clothes on? What's going on?" Steve gazes from him, to the yellow pollen-like substance on the floor, and back to Bucky. He's thoroughly confused until he notices you behind his best friend. He shakes his head and chuckles to himself.

"I don't know what happened in here, but whatever it was I'm glad you two aren't at each other's throats anymore. The tension was getting to be too much, so I guess all I have to say is…

It's about damn time."

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thefallennightmare · 1 year

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Soldiers-one

credit to whoever made the gif, found on google/pinterest.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Warnings: angst, language, fluff, violence, smut.

Summary: Reader has spent the last seventy years in hell as a prisoner soldier; Hydra's greatest weapon. Well, second greatest weapon after The Winter Soldier. The only thing that got her through that hell was him, even if she was the one behind his biggest pain.

Authors Note: here we go! As usual, I'm unsure how long this story will be. I always go with the flow with my stories.

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The clock ticked loudly and slowly, another day wasted by me sitting here in this room, more so prison. They hadn’t needed me the last few days for any missions or another round of serum injections. Thankfully the last one hadn’t happened in over a week because there was no way I could handle the pain. Every time the serum was a bit stronger than the last which destroyed my body, me being holed up in my bed, cries echoing down the halls.

It had been like this for the last five years, since I was sixteen years old. I used to be a runway, seeking solace with whoever would grant me it and I found it in Johann Schmitt. He was my savior, granting me access to his mansion along with other kids that wanted a safe place from their troubled homes.

Or so we all thought.

What we thought was a safe place turned out to be a prison where Schmitt experimented on us. The ones that survived were able to stay while the others, the failures, left in a body bag.

What started as a group of ten of us slowly dwindled down to three over the last five years but for the past six months, I was the lone survivor. Whatever Schmitt injected all of us with, my body didn’t reject it like the others did. It took me so long to get used to the feeling that filled me. Super strength, super hearing, and immortality.

I realized after the third year of being their weapon that I hadn’t changed in my looks, almost looking younger. That was when Zola informed me that the serum is what made me immortal; I could never die.

But yet the biggest change of all still scared me to this day.

With a snap of a finger, electricity sparked at the tips, and I watched with the same awe I did the first time it happened. It was as if I held the power of lighting in the palm of my hand.

Which is why Schmitt and his scientist, Arnim Zola, used me as their weapon, Hydra’s weapon. Whenever they needed an enemy taken out, they sent me to take care of it. I obliged every time, not wanting to risk being kicked out of the only home I had known for the last handful of years.

Or worse.

“Voin.”

I looked away from my hands over to the guard who appeared in my room, the name they had given me echoing loudly in my ears. It meant warrior in the Russian tongue.

A smaller figure entered behind the guard while adjusting the glasses on his nose.

“How are we doing this morning, Y/N?”

My gaze fell away from him. “I’d be better if you didn’t inject me with more serum, Zola.”

Arnim clicked his tongue and sat on the edge of my bed which made me pull my legs closer to my chest.

“Luckily for you, I need you for something else today.”

“Another mission?” I asked with a raised brow.

“No,” he shook his head. “Come.”

He motioned for me to follow him and not wanting to disobey his orders, I followed a few steps behind as Arnim led me down the long, dark hallways of the compound that we had recently moved too. With the current war, Schmitt never risked staying in the same place for long.

My ears perked up when I heard some kind of commotion coming from the room down the hall. It was different than the usual sounds of war that I heard on the other end of the battlefield. There was a deep voice muttering something over and over again. It was a name followed by a bunch of numbers, the voice sounded so quiet and broken. The only way I was able to hear it was because of my super hearing.

I froze when the familiar room appeared in front of me, Zola’s laboratory. He experimented on me countless times here and the table that I would lay on had a different body on it. The dog tags on his neck indicated that he was in the army, on the opposing side.

“What is this?” I asked Zola.

“Nothing you need to worry about. I only need you for one thing.”

I finally looked into the man’s eyes, the broken gaze staring up at me. When ours locked, my breath caught in my throat while my heart jumped on my throat. Whoever this man was looked absolutely breathtaking, his soft features hidden underneath the stubble on his face. I traced a thumb over the small wound on his cheek but it was then that I realized exactly what he was hooked up to.

The tubes and i.v.’s were sticking out both of his arms, the dark blue liquid filling him.

Fire eyes stared at Zola. “What did you do to him?”

“James Buchanan Barnes. 32557038 T41 42 O.”

The man, James, kept repeating the same thing over and over while I glared at Zola.

“I need you to use your powers to erase his mind.”

I shook my head. “I can’t do that.”

“Yes, you can. I programmed your powers to do so,” Zola informed. “All you need to do is think about erasing his memories. I need you to make him forget the last twenty-four hours.”

I looked back to James and my heart shattered, knowing that whatever he went through in this room would change his life in the most drastic way. His eyes reached mine again and when the small smile pulled at his lips, I let out a low sob.

Even with his smile, James looked out of it from Zola’s experimenting.

“I won’t do it,” I shook my head.

Zola looked to his left at the guard who stood next to him and nodded towards me. Within seconds, there was a gun pressed into the side of my skull, tears now falling from my eyes.

“Do it,” Zola ordered. “Now, Voin!”

His sudden loud voice made me jump so with shaking hands; I ghosted them over both sides of James’ head. I couldn’t touch him, not yet.

The gun pressed harder into the side of my head and I cried out, the electric sparks appearing at my fingertips.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered to James.

He watched with fear in his eyes as I grabbed his head, his body stiffening with my touch. His own screams echoed throughout the room, piercing my soul, while the electricity zapped into his brain.

My apologies to him were drowned as our eyes locked again, him staring at me with confusion as to why I was doing this to him. The lone tear that fell from his eyes was the final straw and I pulled my hands away into my chest, stumbling away from him.

I did not like this feeling, so I silently prayed that this was the one and final time that Zola needed me to do this.

#the winter soldier #the winter soldier x reader #the winter soldier x you #the winters soldier and you #the winter soldier and yn #the winter soldier and reader #james buchanan barnes x you #bucky barnes and you #bucky barnes and reader #bucky barnes x reader

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peppermintsparker · 2 years

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❝i saw this, and it reminded me of you.❞

summary in which you buy a gift that reminds you of bucky

warnings fluff, implied sexy times, mentioned pregnancy, explicit language

authors note one more chapter after this :(

It wasn't often that you had the free time to go shopping, in between planning your thesis, working shifts at the small cafe, and volunteering for the local police department to get more of an insight into forensic psychology. Life was certainly busy, but you're not sure that you would prefer it any other way.

It was easier too, you figured, to get groceries delivered. Bucky did not often leave the apartment, not keen on the hubbub of grocery stores, nor the unknown that came with them, so grocery deliveries truly felt like the most obvious solution.

However, just because you never visited a grocery store, it did not mean you would deny yourself the small pleasure of brunch and malls with your friends. "So, how is lover boy?" Darla asked, browsing the maternity section of the clothes store the two of you were currently in. "I mean, give me all the juicy gossip. I haven't seen any good action for months now."

You snickered, showing the woman a dress you thought would look good on her. "You are pregnant, Darls," you grinned, "and anyway, you know it's not like that between me and James. We're just incredibly good friends."

Darla just brushed it off, both of you incredibly stubborn and unwilling to back down anytime soon. "Well, I'm going to love you and leave you. I have an appointment then Julius is taking me out for lunch."

You watched with a fond smile as your close friend left the store the two of you had been occupying, and suddenly clothes shopping seemed less fun without your wild friend. You had known Darla since your high school days, she was a wild child with a heart of gold and those that knew her just adored her. Julius had been her boyfriend of three years, and you knew all about the lunch date the two had gone on.

Absentmindedly browsing the mall you were in, a mug in a store window caught your eye and as you doubled back to look at it, you couldn't help but grin at how much it reminded you of Bucky. It only felt right that you had to buy it, even if it was the only thing you decided to buy before going home.

Bucky was home by the time you got home, hunched over a bowl of pasta at the island with the television playing in the background. "Hey, I'm back!" you called, placing your keys in the dish by the door before walking through to the kitchen. You still had hold of the gift bag, a sight unusual to Bucky, but he didn't question it. "Here, I bought you something."

Your smile was sheepish as you handed the bag over, Bucky diving into it, too curious to wait any longer. "What the fuck is this mug?" Bucky wheezed, trying to contain his laughter enough to read it aloud, "I'm like a Monday, nobody fucking likes me."

You shrugged, an innocent smile on your face as you looked at him. You were grateful that Bucky understood you so well, and that your friendship was built on mutual respect but you could still wind each other up. "What can I say, I saw it and thought of you."

You would never disclose, however, that Monday was your favourite day of the week.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #james buchanan barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes x you #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #marvel #peach writes

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bxwitched · 2 years

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Avenging Angel

Warnings: 18+ only. Dark themes, stalking, mentions of injuries, swearing, abusive relationship, domestic violence, alcoholism, attempted sexual assault, attempted rape, violence, hurt.

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2.3K

Summary: Bucky tries to lay low whilst in Bucharest but finds that he can't ignore a woman in need.

A/N: I found this in my drafts from years ago and had to finish it. Please heed the warnings above, this one is dark. Comments, reblogs and likes are appreciated! You can find my masterlist here.

He watches as you weave through the bustling market, head down and eyes lowered, your pretty face shrouded by your hair.

You flit from stall to stall, buying your usual groceries but he notices the change in you. Today you don’t smile at the young man as he bashfully hands over your vegetables, nor do you ask the elderly woman who sells eggs how her husband is faring with his ill-health.

You’re unusually quiet, only exchanging the necessary amount of words before moving on to buy the next item on your list.

It's only when you reach out to take the bag of plums you've purchased that he sees it, the set of greenish fingerprints encompassing your left wrist, peeking out from under the sleeve of your jacket.

He isn’t the only one who notices the bruises, the seller's gaze falls on the marks as you take the fruit from her and her eyes fill with pity. You hand over a few coins and mumble a 'thank you' as you leave quickly.

He trails behind you at a safe distance, hiding in plain sight as he weaves through the crowds. You turn off down a narrow side street and he follows, the heels of your boots clack loudly against the cobblestones and you pull your jacket tighter around you, the mid-Autumn chill seeps into your skin and it makes you shiver.

Your pace slows as you reach the end of your street, your spine straightening and shoulders tensing as you feel the familiar stare boring into your back. Your fingers twitch around the handles of your bag and you grip the cloth tighter in your fist.

At first you'd thought that it was just paranoia, that your tired mind was imagining things, using all of your pent up fear against you.

You'd had the feeling that you were being watched for weeks now, you had told yourself that it wasn't real and you tried to ignore the feeling each time it arose.

But then you had caught a glimpse of someone in the reflection of the bakery window, a dark figure highlighted in the rain-spattered glass. Someone had been following you home from your shift at the cafe but when you had turned around no one was there.

You had changed your route home several times since that evening but each time the feeling remained, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end as your body sensed the danger that you couldn't see.

You hurry to the entrance of your building and let yourself in quickly, your hand shaking as you slip you keys into the lock and push open the heavy door. You close it behind you firmly and hurry up the stairs to your floor, throwing Mrs Stan a polite greeting as you pass her on the third floor landing.

You slip into your apartment quickly and latch the door behind you, wiggling it twice to check that the bolt is secured in place. Mr Stan, despite his old age, had been kind enough to offer to install a new one for you after it had been broken in the incident the week before.

You pack away your groceries in your small kitchen and set the kettle onto the stove top to boil, intent on making yourself a cup of tea to calm your frazzled nerves.

You take careful sips of the hot drink as you settle down into the sofa and clutch the steaming mug between your palms. Your whole body sags as the adrenaline in your blood wanes and the familiar warmth settles in your chest.

Bucky watches as you move around you apartment from the window of his in the building opposite. You flitter in and out of view several times, putting things away before you finally settle down on the couch, sipping from a plain white mug.

Your body relaxes gradually, sinking down further and further while your eyes droop until finally, you fall asleep.

He feels a pang of guilt in his chest as he studies your sleeping form. He'd been careful, had used all of his honed stealth skills to ensure that you remained unaware of his presence but then one evening he'd made a mistake.

He'd watched you from afar for most of afternoon as you waitressed at the small cafe on the corner, you looked happy as you served patrons with a smile and laughed with your regulars.

You had been conversing with a young woman with a baby, your smile bright as you cooed at the small child in her arms and Bucky couldn't deny the warm feeling that settled in his belly at the sight.

And then it had all shattered in an instant.

You had startled as the man stormed through the cafe door, stumbling slightly as he moved towards you and wrapped a hand around your wrist.

He couldn't hear what you were saying from where he was positioned but he could read your lips through the glass, could see the pained expression on your face as the taller man gripped your delicate flesh in his meaty palm.

You knew him well, he could see that from the way that you were trying to placate him, urging him to lower his voice as he had shouted at you and frightened your customers.

He was clearly drunk as he swayed slightly on his feet and Bucky had to stop himself from acting on instinct when the man dragged you outside and around the side of the old building where he backed you into the brick wall.

He watched, fist clenched, knuckles white and his blunt nails digging into the meat of his palm as the other man spat cruel words in your face and loomed over you. You shrank in on yourself submissively, apologising profusely as tears tracked down your cheeks.

And then he'd growled and pressed against you, smothering your body with his huge frame as he covered your mouth with his, slathering you with sloppy kisses whilst his hands groped at your flesh.

He could see the panic in your eyes as you had pressed your hands to the large man's chest, Andrei you'd called him, desperately trying to push him off of you.

Finally the man had relented, stroking over the column of your throat threateningly before he stumbled away, leaving you shaky and tearful as you tried to catch your breath.

He had followed you home that evening, wanting to make sure that you reached your apartment safely after the earlier encounter. He had been distracted, his heart full of guilt at not having acted, his mind conflicted. It happened in the flash of a second, he hadn't meant for you to see him but you had and then it was too late.

He knew that it was wrong but he couldn't help himself, not after he'd been witness to the incident a few days before.

He'd seen the whole scene play out from his spot at his window, he was cleaning his gun when he heard your screaming with his enhanced hearing and looked up right as Andrei had burst through your front door, yelling incoherently as he made a path straight for you.

He was drunk then too, his words slurring as he had forced himself onto you, his hands pulling at your clothes as you protested. Andrei had backhanded you across the cheek then and you had stumbled backwards, you had stared at the man in shock as your hand cradled the reddening skin.

Evidently, it was the first time that he'd ever hit you. Andrei too even looked surprised at his actions, his brow furrowed as he muttered a weak apology and tried to grab a hold of you once more. The police had arrived then and swiftly took him away once they saw your bruised face and frightened expression, one of your neighbours had called them as soon as they had heard the commotion.

He knows that it's none of his business, that he should leave you alone, he feels awful for causing you so much distress, for the unease in your features and the tension in your body but unbeknownst to you he's made a promise to you. He won't, can't let it happen to you again.

You startle awake, it's late, it's dark outside and there's a loud hammering on your door. You whole body tenses when his angry words slur through the thin wood, it's Andrei and he's drunk.

You take a deep breath as you walk over to the door and place your palms against it, you refuse to let him in but you really don't want him to linger in the hallway again and continue to disturb your neighbours.

"Go home, Andrei. You can't be here, it's late." Your voice is quiet, weak. His fist slams against the door and you jump back as it rattles harshly on the hinges.

"I want you dragă. Open the fucking door!"

"No!" He hits the door again and the metal bolt whines from the force of it, fear begins to flood your veins as you back away towards your bag, knowing that you need to grab your phone and call the police.

The banging stops and you breathe a sigh of relief, you figure that he has given up and decided to go home and sleep it off but then there's a crash as the door flings open and smacks against the wall. He stands tall in the open frame with a furious expression.

He steps over the threshold and throws it shut behind him, breathing heavily and you freeze as your blood runs cold.

You turn on your heel and dart towards the kitchen, intent on grabbing a knife to protect yourself but he anticipates the movement, despite his drunken state he's quick and he catches you with a strong arm around your middle.

He starts dragging you backwards towards your bedroom and you throw an elbow back into his gut, partially escaping his grip as he grunts in pain. He manages to grasp a hold of your hair and tugs you back, retorting with a blow to your cheek that leaves you dizzy and struggling to focus. The world around you spins painfully.

"You got me arrested you fucking bitch." His tone is venomous, he's nothing like the Andrei you once loved, the Andrei before the drink.

You feel him move you and when your mind finally realigns he already has you on your back on the bed. He's pushed up your shirt, exposing your midriff and bra-covered breasts to the cold night air and his fingers work clumsily on undoing your jeans, the alcohol in his system causes his fingers to slip against the metal buttons and he mutters curses under his breath.

He growls as he slips the last one free and wrenches the denim down harshly over the skin of your hips and ass. You kick out blindly in panic, successfully catching your knee against his jaw and as he recoils in pain you take the opportunity to try to scramble away.

You scream as he catches your ankle in a bruising grip, his blunt nails dig harshly into your soft skin and you sob as he drags you back down. He pushes your still denim-clad legs down in to your chest and flattens his body on top of you, pinning you down with his weight.

"Andrei! please, stop-"

"Quiet!" He clamps one of his large palms over your mouth and you whimper against the rough skin of his palm. His free hand grabs at your underwear, trying to work it over your hips and ass as you struggle against him.

It had all happened so fast after his mother's death six months prior, he had been close to her as his only family and despite your pleading he had turned to alcohol to quell his grief. He thought that it would console him but instead it had transformed him from a warm, caring man into a monster.

You pray that the police will arrive soon, that one of your neighbours has heard the commotion and called them. That they will finally listen to you and take him far away, that they lock him up so that he won't be able to hurt you anymore.

His weight disappears from you in an instant and you sob in relief. Andrei sputters and kicks as a man suspends him by his throat, choking the life out of your abuser with unadulterated rage in his blue eyes.

They soften when they focus on you, concern written on his features.

"Are you okay?" His voice is gruff and you nod back at him, not trusting your voice. Your affirmation must be unconvincing because the unknown man's brows furrow downwards and he glares at Andrei once more.

He throws Andrei backwards with an inhuman strength and you gasp as your former lover collides with the wall, rendering him unconscious as a cloud of plaster falls around him.

Your breath comes in pants as you try to steady your frantic heartbeat and your eyes move over your saviour's form. There's something about his large frame, his long dark hair and ocean eyes that feels familiar.

You can't place if you've seen him before, where you've seen him before but then you think back to the reflection in the bakery window. "You're the one that's been following me, aren't you?" He nods hesitantly and you think that's he ashamed as his eyes cast downwards, the muscle in his cheek twitching as he clenches his jaw.

"Thank you." His eyes widen in surprise and his lips part slightly, you're looking at him with tears in your eyes and gratitude clear on your face.

"Thank you-" Your voice trails off in a silent question and he answers it without missing a beat.

"Bucky. My name is Bucky."

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binxiboo · 2 years

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Painted Memories on Metal Arms

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Bucky Barnes x Reader

Bucky was brooding, again. He hasn’t left your shared room at the Avengers Compound in days and, as much as you loved him, you were tired of leaving food outside the bedroom door to then eat on your own in the dining area. Of course, the other Avengers were around, but none of them could equate to Bucky’s company. The only time you saw your boyfriend was at night; the only way he can sleep is with you by his side, at least you had that going for you.

Dining alone for the past few days had given you a lot of time with your thoughts. On one of those evenings, you had a lightbulb moment. It required some conversing with Shuri to discuss vibranium and its suitability to certain substances. For a tech-based person, she was quite helpful for art advice. So, after asking what was, probably, an annoying number of questions, and a casual chat, you had a list of items you needed to source around the city.

That’s how you ended up here, in an arts and crafts store with a basket full of paints and paintbrushes. Shuri had advised you on which paint wouldn’t damage the technology, but also wouldn’t be too difficult to remove. That way Buck would be able to clean it off when he needed to go on a mission, you’d also be able to clean it off if this went wrong and you end up pissing Buck off instead. The whole idea was that you were decorating the arm and not the arm decorating you.

After assessing the contents of the basket and confirming it matched up with your list—and exceeded once you’d added a sketchbook you thought Steve would like—you went through the checkout and on your way back to the compound.

It was getting dark as you arrived, walking into the common area to the scent of food wafting through from the kitchen area. You toed off your shoes, leaving your feet protected from the cold floor by fuzzy socks, and wandered over to see what had been cooking. You found more than that, however, when you found a note, from Natasha, telling you everyone had been called away but for you and Bucky to eat without them.

“Well, at least she got to finish cooking…” You trailed off to yourself while setting down your bag of newly attained art supplies on the counter to grab two servings of the meal left to keep warm. Surprisingly, this was the first time you’d been truly alone to eat; always having at least one Avenger around at mealtimes. You once again completed the recent routine of placing Bucky’s food outside your shared bedroom door, knocking twice, and then returning to your meal at the dining table. A resigned sigh leaves your lips before tucking in, the loneliness hitting you a little different tonight. At least you have a plan of action to change this tonight. It’s quite likely it won’t make a difference, but at least it’s an attempt.

The night went on without anyone returning, leaving you alone to plan out your design without any interrogation. You sat on one of the many sofas Tony had filled the common area with. There are so many choices, yet each option has its own usual occupants of the sub-groups within the team. The one you sit on, for example, is normally you, Bucky and Steve; the two of them being close enough to share each other’s personal space when you wanted cuddles from Bucky and took up half of the couch available to sit on.

You were sat with your legs bent with your feet flat on the seat cushion, a decorative cushion on top of your thighs to act as a desk and a sketchbook you bought for yourself resting on top. Once your hair was situated out of your eyes, you began roughly sketching out your ideas. The first thing that came to mind was a cute scene of you and Buck, but then you decided that trying to paint yourselves was going to be difficult, even more so with an arm for a canvas. So, you moved on to mapping out a form of landscape painting instead.

You remember a conversation between the two super-soldiers of the team about an event from their youth. Surely that was a safe enough subject to depict without it potentially triggering anything bad from Bucky, it was before anything had happened to him. Coney Island it is.

As soon as you added the finishing touch to your final design, you glanced at the time on your phone. It was late now, not late enough for the absence of the team to be worrying, but late enough for Bucky to be asleep and the plan to be put into action. You tidied up the area you’d disrupted with your creative flow, left Steve’s sketchbook gift on his end of the couch with a note tucked inside the front cover, and headed for the bedroom.

You gently opened your door to check Bucky was sleeping and wasn’t going to catch you with the art store bag in your grip. You peeked your head through the barely open door and were met with enough snoring to deem entrance safe. You crept through the room as you usually did every night, gently hopping around a pile of abandoned pyjamas—at least Buck was changing into something fresh once in a while, even if he wasn’t seeing anyone—to make your way to the bed. Lucky for you, Bucky slept with his metal arm on your side of the bed, so you had space to wiggle something under it to protect the bedsheets from any paint.

Bucky had kept a light on your side of the room, a practice he had begun after the first time he retired to bed before you and had woken up due to you tripping over his desk chair and hitting the floor painfully loudly, which provided you some light to create your masterpiece. You had decided it was better to unscrew the paint caps completely rather than try to pop the lids open without making noise. Stolen paper plates from Tony’s party supply stash acted as a makeshift paint palette and brush holder as you prepared your workspace. You wiped down and dried the vibranium arm and began to work.

You were surprised at how long Bucky had stayed still with how long it took you to finish. To be honest, you questioned whether he was still breathing at one point, until he let out a snore so loud you almost jumped off the bed. When you knew his arm was dry, you removed the paper towel from under it and threw them in the bag along with the art supplies, then stashed the bag in the back of one of your drawers. While you were up, you changed into pyjamas and climbed into bed again, but this time to sleep.

When you woke up, Bucky was missing from the bed.

“That’s new.” You remarked to yourself, getting out of bed and wrapping yourself in an oversized hoodie. The ensuite bathroom was unoccupied, so he wasn’t in there. You decided to search the rest of the compound for him.

As you reached the end of the sleeping quarters corridor, you could hear his morning gravel coming from the common area. A smile played at your lips as you realised that, not only had he left your room, he was also interacting with others again. You quickly erased your face of any telling emotion before entering the space.

Bucky and Steve were sat on the couch you occupied the night before, each with a mug of coffee held in their laps while Bucky’s arm was being twisted in Steve’s other hand.

“You’re telling me she did this while you were asleep? I have never heard of you sleeping so still.” Steve questioned his best friend.

“Well, she didn’t do it when I was awake.” Bucky quipped back and then noticed your presence. “Did you, Y/N?”

You squeaked a little, not being able to gauge whether he was angry or not yet. You approached slowly, giving the two men time to make room between them. You sat down cautiously; in case you were going to need to make a quick escape.

“So, you painted my arm, hm?” Bucky looked at you, eyebrow raised.

“Um, yeah? Do you not like it? I can get it off, I swear it’s not-”

Bucky cut you off.

“Doll, I love it.” He pulled you into a hug. “I didn’t know you could paint so well.”

“Well, I know how to blend paint into a sunset, I don’t know about painting ‘well’, Buck. Steve’s definitely a more skilled artist than I am.”

“Now that’s definitely not true. Thanks for the gift, by the way.” Steve nudged you playfully.

Bucky looked between the two of you, a slight look of confusion on his face. You laughed gently and shook your head and Steve held up the sketchbook you’d left him last night.

“I’ve actually used it already. It matches Buck’s arm.” Steve held the book open as he turned it to show you the page. He’d drawn the same Ferris wheel you’d painted a silhouette of with a sunset behind it on Bucky’s arm. “I somehow did that before I saw your artwork, before you start.”

“Yeah… that’s kind of creepy to be honest, Steve.” Bucky interjected.

“So, you like the paint job?” You redirected the conversation, looking at Bucky with furrowed brows. You were convinced you were going to be dead before you woke up.

“Doll, like I said, I love it. Between you and me,” he moved in closer, to whisper in your ear, “I cried when I saw it in the mirror this morning.”

You moved away to look at his face, to see if he was joking. He wasn’t. Tears weren’t an outcome you’d predicted, but you managed to get him out of your room, and that was good enough for you.

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likeahorribledream · 2 years

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ᴍɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ - DRABBLE

FIRST MISSION

REQUEST: I love literally everything you write and I was wondering for your Drabble night maybe Bucky and baby from missing piece either before or after he goes on his first solo mission as an official avenger. I was thinking maybe her running into his arms for one last goodbye before he leaves but honestly whatever you wanna write will be amazing <3

PAIRING: Beefy!Bucky x Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

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𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

True to his word, Tony has kept you at the tower while he and Bruce figured out what was going on with you and your voodoo doll-like power. At the same time Bucky has been confined to the tower as well while they figured out how to make sure the triggers can’t be used to reactivate the soldat again. It allows the two of you to spend a lot of time together to heal both physically and mentally. You can mend your friendship and make sure that your new relationship starts in the best possible way.

You love each other, there’s no denying it, you just need to learn to open up completely. Something you both struggle with because of your pasts.

You get to work on it together, heal together and eventually train together. At first Tony and Bruce were absolutely against the idea of you training, even with Bucky, but they understood that you needed an outlet to let all of your emotions out and they’d rather it happened in the gym than in the outside world. You feel so lucky to be able to spend time with your best friend, now boyfriend. You definitely could use the spare time to get the hang of things before going back to “real” life.

Unfortunately for you real life comes quicker than expected and Bucky heals faster than you, meaning he gets cleared for missions while you have to stay put. It makes you mad, not because he has managed to heal completely but because it cuts your quality time with him. You’ve enjoyed being able to be just you and him, almost like a normal couple. No Avengers, no special abilities, no scarring past: just you and your best friend. You can tell that he’s disappointed to have to leave you behind when he announces that he’s going on his first solo mission.

During the long process of healing, you’ve talked more than once about a perfect world where you’d be able to go on your first mission together and now he’s going alone. He won’t even have backup and that stresses you out. Bucky is more than capable of taking care of himself but you’d feel a lot better knowing there was someone there to watch his back.

Just like when you went on your last mission, you and Bucky sleep in the same bed although he has to get up in the middle of the night to leave.

As soon as his alarm goes off, he turns it off to let you sleep but the moment he stirs and moves his arm away from his spot around your waist you blindly reach out behind you to bring his arm back around you, making him chuckle.

‘’I’m sorry baby, I gotta go.’’ He whispers before he kisses the back of your head and the top of your shoulder.

‘’No.’’ You turn around in his arms and pout.

‘’It’s only two days, it’ll go by quickly I promise.’’ He softly brushes the hair back from your face and presses a kiss to your forehead. ‘’Go back to sleep. I’ll see you soon.’’

You shake your head no. ‘’I’ll walk with you.’’ You rub your eyes and sit up in bed.

Bucky quickly gets out of bed while he has the chance and kisses the top of your head before going to his bathroom to get changed. To think not so long ago he couldn’t even stand the thought of someone touching him and now he can’t stop touching, hugging or kissing you.

He half expects to find you sound asleep by the time he gets out of the bathroom but to his surprise you’re sitting at the foot of his bed with a sweatshirt on to cover the tank top you sleep in, your usual sweats and your unlaced combat boots on. He wouldn’t say that you are awake per say but you’re not asleep either. Bucky grabs his duffle bag in one hand and opens his bedroom door with the other, guiding you outside. As soon as the door is closed, you take his free hand and squeeze it gently. You both walk in silence as you go through the halls, get in the elevator and finally make it to the front door where a car is waiting for Bucky right outside.

‘’Alright baby, give me a hug.’’ He puts down his duffle bag and opens his arms for you to snuggle into his chest for the last time until he comes back. Once you’re wrapped around his chest, he puts his arms around you and hugs you tightly while peppering kisses on the top of your head. ‘’I’m going to miss you.’’ He whispers in your hair.

‘’Me too.’’ You sigh sadly and hug him tighter.

If it was up to you or Bucky, you’d stay like this forever but sadly work awaits and he has no choice but to go.

He cups your cheeks carefully, making you look up into his eyes. ‘’Can I get a kiss?’’ He waits for you to nod before pressing his lips to yours for one of the softest kisses he has given you.

The next two days are hell for you. You can’t call or text Bucky, yet it doesn’t stop you from sitting on your bed and staring at your phone waiting for any sign of life. It’s not that you can’t live without Bucky around, you can, but the last time you were apart for a mission everything turned to hell and you’re scared it might happen again. You don’t want Bucky to get hurt in any way.

The moment F.R.I.D.A.Y. lets you know that Bucky just passed the gates, you jump out of bed and run downstairs. You don’t want to take the elevator because it’ll only slow you down. You make it downstairs and outside just as the SUV pulls up in front of the door, Bucky barely waits for the car to be completely stopped before getting out. He’s still in full gear, he didn’t want to waste any precious second to change before leaving. He barely has time to drop his bag to the ground before catching you as you throw yourself in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

He laughs and wraps his arms around you to bring you closer to his chest and hug you. ‘’Hi baby.’’ He whispers in the crook of your neck, breathing you in.

‘’Are you ok?’’ You lean back in his arms to take a good look at him, one of your hands leaving the back of his neck to cup his cheek and stroke it with your thumb.

‘’I am now.’’ He grins and kisses you before you have time to say anything else.

The last two days have been hell for him too. He has come to the conclusion that he is still touch starved like he used to be before meeting you and that he’ll never not be touch starved when it comes to you. Whenever he’s apart from you, Bucky really does feel like he has a missing piece but as long as he’s with you he’ll always be whole.

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elementalwriter67 · 2 years

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A Farewell Night

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 6100

Summary: It’s Bucky’s last night in Brooklyn before being shipped out to fight in a war he doesn’t want any part in, and he’s intent on spending the night with his best girl having the time of their lives. And creating a night they’ll never forget

“I don’t see what the problem is. You’re about to be the last eligible man in New York. You know, there’s three and a half million women here.” Bucky commented. Him and Steve walked down the stairs towards the Future Expo, he cast a glance towards Steve when he didn’t immediately respond to see him looking just as disheartened as he did when he realized that Bucky had gotten his orders in the alleyway. Bucky’s chest tightened as he remembered the other disheartened look he’d gotten earlier today when the mail had first arrived at the apartment. Subconsciously he reached down to the pocket of his uniform feeling there for the little velvet box he’d picked up from his mother earlier today before he’d found Steve getting into another back alley fight.

“Easy for you to say, you’ve already got one of the best girls in all of New York, I’d settle for someone half as good as her.” Steve commented. A smile grew on Bucky’s face and his heart beat quickened at the very mention of you, and he found himself tapping the little box again just to triple check that it was actually still there. Looking ahead he saw you standing next to the entrance of the expo with your friend Bonnie waiting for him and Steve. It was as if you could sense him looking at you because as you spoke with Bonnie you looked up and almost directly at him your own smile stretching across your face despite the sadness Bucky could see in your eyes even from here. Tonight was going to be bitter sweet for the both of you there was no doubt about it in Bucky’s mind.

“Well then I guess it’s a good thing I found you the next best thing then isn’t it?” Bucky asked flashing Steve a cocky grin. He ignored the roll of the eyes that Steve gave him and picked up the pace his gaze zeroed in on you and the dark blue shin length dress that you were wearing. It was his favorite one of your dresses, he thought it hugged your curves so perfectly you belonged in a museum and he was so glad that was the outfit you’d chosen to wear tonight.

Your heart was beating wildly in your chest as you grinned like an absolute maniac while you watched Bucky practically jog up to the two of you. Though you absolutely hated seeing him wearing his formal uniform, you did have to admit that he looked positively gorgeous wearing it. It was a crime really how good he looked in it, and it was rude that he looked so good in the uniform that was taking him away from you tomorrow morning. Your chest tightened painfully and your eyes burned as you blinked rapidly tryin to hold back the tears to avoid ruining your makeup you’d spent hours on trying to perfect this afternoon. You’d wanted to look your best for your last night with Bucky, wanted to give him something happy and sweet to remember while he was over there risking his life.

“Is that my date?” Bonnie whispered from besides you pulling you from your quickly spiraling thoughts. You looked away from Bucky to look at Bonnie to see her eyeing Steve with a thinly veiled look of dislike.

“Bonnie!” You whisper hissed at her, lightly smacking her shoulder as you turned away from the guys completely hiding your annoyed expression from them both as you gave Bonnie a look.

“What? I’m just saying he looks a little… small?” She offered up weakly and you huffed out a sigh, reaching up to pinch the bridge of your nose.

“Bonnie, please, you promised that you would at least give Steve a chance he’s a great guy with a heart of gold and after your last relationship I thought that’s what you were looking for a nice guy?” You questioned her, glancing over your shoulder to see that Bucky was pretty much almost here and that Steve wasn’t too far behind.

“I am and I do, but when I said nice guy I was thinking someone more along the lines of… well Bucky rather than Steve.” She muttered and you bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from saying something you would regret later. A surge of possessiveness rose up inside of your chest and you quickly shoved it back down, now was neither the time nor the place to get like this.

“Well unfortunately Bucky is already taken and I don’t plan on letting him go anytime soon, so if you could please just give Steve a chance, as a friend? As one of my best friends?” You pleaded with her giving her the puppy dog look that always worked on Bucky. Bonnie stared at you for a few moments before sighing and reluctantly nodding her head. You grinned at her, that grin only grew when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and the next thing you new you were being spun around. A pearl of laughter escaped you before you could stop it and your hands flew down to grab at Bucky’s forearm a lightness filling your chest as you were set down on your feet again. Turning in Bucky’s arms you wrapped your arms around his middle smiling up at him.

“Hiya sugar,” He practically murmured out as he bent down pressing a sweet kiss to your hairline, and you felt him breath in your scent as his shoulders relax. Smiling softly you pulled away from him, your hands slipping from around his waist and coming to rest on his chest allowing you to toy with the lapels of his jacket. Your smiled widened when you saw that his hat was crooked hate and the tie that you knew he had tied incorrectly on purpose. He would never go against a direct order, something you knew personally as you tried to get him to run away with you on multiple occasions. But he would always fight back in his own subtle way.

“Hi, the uniform looks good on you.” You comment, hoping your voice and smile don’t look as or sound as strained as they feel to you. But the flash of guilt in his eyes and the way his arms tightened around you pressing you just that much closer to him tell you that they do. Leaning down he pressed his forehead against yours and you closed your eyes enjoying the feeling of being in his arms for what will probably be one of the last times for a long while.

“It would look better burning on the floor.” Bucky murmured his voice just loud enough for you to hear and you giggled silently opening your eyes to look up at him. He smiled down at you his eyes shinning with so much love and adoration that it made your breath hitch and your heart beat quicken. The sound of someone clearing their throat pulled the two of you out of your little moment. Giving you both a harsh reminder that it wasn’t just the two of you here.

“Not to ruin what is a touching moment but if we don’t hurry now we’re going to miss Howard Stark’s exhibition,” Bonnie stated with her arms crossed over her chest. You separated from Bucky a heavy blush spreading like wildfire across your face and you heard Bucky chuckle from besides you his hand reaching out and grabbing your own.

“Right, sorry, let’s get going.” You muttered refusing to look at Bonnie. Bucky laughed as you pulled him along after you and Bonnie easily fell into step besides you not even bothering to wait for Steve. You shot her a subtle look that she pretended not to see and continued walking along the four of you weaving through the dense crowd to get to Stark’s exhibition.

At some point on the walk over Bucky had managed to pull you back towards him so that he could wrap his arm around your shoulders as the two of you walked which also forced Bonnie into walking besides you. As you walked you found yourself staring up at Bucky allowing him to steer you through the crowd safely. For you were far too mesmerized by the way that the lights of the fair seemed to bounce off of his face casting shadows in all the right places and making his bluer than blue eyes shine. A nudge to your side finally had you looking away from Bucky and over at Bonnie who was giving you a knowing look.

“You’re starring.” Bonnie sing song whispered into your ear and you felt your blush darken if that was even possible.

“So? He’s mine to stare at is he not?” You said in an attempt to seem casual and like you hadn’t just been caught ogling your boy in broad daylight not even paying attention to where you were going. You also did your best to avoid looking at Bucky because you knew for a fact that he could hear everything that the two of you were saying and you didn’t need to see the smug look on his face right now.

“Oh trust me (Y/N) everyone in New York is more than well aware of the fact that Bucky Barnes is your boyfriend and that you are Bucky Barnes girl. Besides you don’t need to worry I’m just teasing you, it’s cute how in love the two of you are, also” She leaned in close again to whisper in your ear. “He stares at you the exact same way when you’re not looking anyways.” She told you and you couldn’t have stopped the smile that spread across your face if you had tried. Because even though you knew that he did hearing someone else, who wasn’t Steve, confirm that was the most reassuring thing you’d heard all day. To know that he loved you as much as you love him.

“Welcome to the Modern Marvels Pavilion and the World of Tomorrow. A greater world. A better world.” An announcement came over the speakers and you and Bonnie grinned at each other. Twisting out from underneath Bucky’s arm you grabbed a hold of his hand and once again started to pull him along, this time much more eagerly than before as you could now finally see the stage on which Howard Stark would be showing off his latest invention.

“Hurry! It’s starting!” Bonnie gasped out as she weaved through the crowd ahead of you and Bucky, Steve struggling to catch up with her. Behind you Bucky chuckled both at your enthusiasm and at getting to watch Steve struggle to keep up with his so called date. You glanced back at him as you pulled him through the crowd, flashing your teeth at him, and he could have sworn that his heart stopped when he saw that smile on your face. That was your special smile. That was the smile you saved especially for him, the smile that you only gave him when you were truly happy, the smile that made his heart stop and had him falling in love with you even more each time that he saw it. It was the smile that he hasn’t seen since he got his draft orders little over a month ago, a smile that he’s so glad he’s getting to see it before he leaves tomorrow. His grip on your hand tightened as you all came to a stop in front of the stage, and once the two of you had stopped he was spinning you around and pulling you flush against his chest. You giggled smiling up at him as your hands automatically landed on his chest.

“Buck, what are you doing? I can’t watch the show while I’m starring at your chest,” You teased him and he just gave you one of those gummy little smiles of his. The ones that are all lips and have his eyes shinning with whatever emotion he’s feeling at the time.

“I know, I know, I just need ot do one more thing before you can watch the show,” He murmured and before you could even respond he was bending down again pressing his slightly chapped lips against yours. The kiss was short but it contained just as much passion, and love, and longing as all his other kisses did and it stole your breath away all the same. Pulling away from you he reached up with one of his hands, gently cupping your face with his hand, he rubbed his thumb along your cheek bone uncaring of the fact that he was probably messing up your make up. Or of the fact that his lips were now stained red from your lipstick.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Howard Stark!” The lady on stage exclaimed pulling the two of you out of your second little moment.

“Oh shit, it’s starting,” You muttered spinning around in Bucky’s hold to face the stage. You shared an excited look with Bonnie as you felt Bucky wrap the hand that had been holding your cheek wrap around your waist instead. You leaned back in his arms resting your back against his chest, resting both of your hands on top of his you wiggled your fingers in between his so that you were kind of holding hands while you both looked up at the stage.

“Ladies and gentlemen, what if I told you that in just a few short years, your automobile won’t even have to touch the ground at all.” Stark told the audience. You watched in fascination as the women on stage removed the tires from the car.

“Yes. Thanks, Mandy. With Stark robotic reversion technology, you’ll be able to do just that.” Stark stated as he flicked a switch and the machines on the car whirred to life and it started hovering off the ground. You gasped in surprise, your jaw dropping slightly and you felt Bucky’s arms tighten around your waist with his own sound of surprise.

“Holy cow.” Bucky murmured and you glanced up at him before quickly looking back to the stage when you heard a strange sound come from one of the machines and then the car fell back to the stage with a loud bang. Stark chuckled nervously as he looked from the car and out to the crowd offering everyone a sheepish looking smile.

“I did say a few years, didn’t I?” He asked and you laughed along with crowd. You felt Bucky’s chest rumble with his own laugh before it died down relatively quickly as his arms squeezed your waist.

“Hey, Steve, what do you say we treat these girls… oh you’ve got to be kidding me.” Bucky grumbled and you looked to the side to see that Steve was gone. Sighing heavily you stepped out of Bucky’s arms, it didn’t take a genius for you to guess where Steve had run off too.

“Go, I’ll distract Bonnie until you get back, try not to take too long alright?” You popped up onto your tip toes, kissing him on the cheek. He gave you a sympathetic smile in return and with a quick squeeze to your hand he was taking off towards the recruitment center.

“Where’s Bucky going?” Bonnie asked as she looked away from the stage as Stark finally walked off and you gave her a reassuring smile.

“Him and Steve had to go to the bathroom, the should be back soon, come one we can go wait for them at that sign over there.” You took hold of her hand and lead her towards a sign that was situated just outside the recruitment center. The two of you were only stood by the sign for a few moments before you saw Bucky and Steve appear in the entrance way to the recruitment center. They exchanged a few more words before Bucky gave Steve a mock salute and turned around to face the two of you a large smile on his face as he waved at the two of you.

“I take it by the fact that you came alone that Steve won’t be re-joining us?” Bonnie commented and Bucky gave her an apologetic look.

“No, I’m sorry Bonnie, he told me to tell you that he had an amazing time with you but he’s got it in his head that he wants to fight in this war and he’ll do just about anything to be able to do it,” Bucky explained to her as he walked up to you, wrapping his arm casually around your waist.

“For a guy that size that’s awfully brave of him.” Bonnie commented a new found look of respect on her face as she cast a quick glance towards the recruitment center.

“It is but it’s also incredibly foolish of him,” You muttered more to yourself than to anyone else. You did your best to squash down the rising sense of bitterness and anger in your chest as you stood there, and you tried even harder to ignore that dark little part of you that was secretly wishing that it had been Steve who got drafted and not Bucky. But gods was it hard to ignore especially when it kept reminding you of how badly Steve wanted to play soldier and how badly Bucky didn’t want to.

“It is yeah, anyways ladies I was thinking we could all still go dancing, the two of you could have fun or we could try to find you someone else to dance with Bonnie,” Bucky suggested but Bonnie shook her head.

“As fun as that sounds I’m afraid I’m going to have to decline your offer. I’m feeling kind of tired and I’ve got an early day tomorrow anyways. So you two go on ahead,” She brushed off Bucky’s offer and silently you were glad that she had. Because although you’d been having a relatively good time up until now you had been a little bummed when Bucky suggested that the four of you go on a double date. You had been hoping that the night would be just the two of you spending quality time together, back at the apartment, but it was Bucky’s last night home so he got to chose how he wanted to spend it.

“Are you sure?” You asked her just to save face and she gave you a reassuring smile even as her eyes shined with a knowing light.

“I’m sure, besides I think you two deserve to have one last night together alone before he gets shipped out in the morning, don’t you?” She asked and you gave her a thankful look that had her smiling at you.

“Alright, anyways I’m off, you two love birds have fun,” She called out to the two of you as she started walking off before either of you could do anything to stop her not that either of you jumped at the chance to stop her.

“Well, I gotta admit this is not how I saw this night going,” Bucky mumbled his arm tightening around your waist as the two of you watched Bonnie walk away, and you wrapped your own arm around his waist.

“Yeah, but is it really a bad thing?” You asked him as you looked up at him smiling and he looked back down at you his own smile spreading across his face.

“No, no, it’s not,” His arm slipped out from around your waist and he took your hand in his. “Now, come on I wanna take my best girl dancing.” He stated and you giggled with a roll of your eyes.

“I’m your only girl James,” You told him eagerly following behind him and he laughed glancing over his shoulder at you.

“Damn straight you are!” He shouted and you laughed at his antics while shaking your head.

“Oh my gods Bucky I can’t believe you just did that!” You shouted at him as the two of you burst through the doors of the dance hall and out into the street the two of you breaking off to the left at a run.

“You are just as bad as Steve I swear to god!” You tacked on which caused Bucky to laugh as he took your hand and pulled you down a back alley.

“I am not! Besides what did you want me to do? I wasn’t gonna let that guy talk about my girl like that!” He called back to you as he easily lead you through the alleyway. You shook your head trying to hold back your own laughter as the two of you broke out on another street and he took a sharp left. His grip on your hand never loosened as he lead you through the streets of Brooklyn and you followed after him.

“Where are we even going?” You asked him the two of you finally slowing to a walk the farther away from the dance hall you both got.

“To the park there’s one more thing that I want to do this evening,” He told you and you raised an eyebrow at him, interlocking your fingers with his.

“This one isn’t going to end in another fist fight is it?” You asked him. He rolled his eyes as he pulled you against his side again wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“No, it’s not going to end in a fight… at least I sure as hell hope it isn’t,” He muttered his mind drifting to the little velvet box that sat in his pocket.

“Besides that wasn’t a fight, that was me defending your honor,” He added on and this time you rolled your eyes lifting your hand up you flicked the brim of his hat.

“Defending my honor huh? Since when was it an offense to my honor to have another guy compliment me?”

“Ah,” he took his hat off and placed it on your head chuckling softly when the brim of the hat fell down past your eyes. “Since you became my girl, and only my girl I’m the only one who’s allowed to compliment you besides the guy clearly didn’t mean it and he was only trying to get with you and that’s the real insult there because you look absolutely breath taking, have I told you that tonight?” He asked and you scowled up at him as you pushed his hat back so that you could actually see him.

“No you haven’t, and don’t try to change the subject by complimenting me,” You told him and he gave you an incredulous look.

“I’m not changing any topic, we’ve been talking about you and doll I would never change the subject from you because you’re my favorite subject.” He stopped walking and turned to face you. Settling his hands on your hips he pulled you to him so that the two of you were flush against him and before you could say anything to argue with him he bent down slotting his lips over yours in a swift but passionate kiss. Pulling away you did your best to scowl at him despite the blush that was staining your face red.

You opened and closed your mouth a couple of times trying to come up with a response but all that came out was: “You know, you’ve got a big head Barnes.” Which only seemed to make your blush worse, a thing that was equally not helped by the hat choosing that moment to fall into your eyes again.

Bucky couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him as he reached up and pushed the hat back up for you. As he lowered his hands he caressed the side of your face with the back of his knuckles his eyes shinning with love and adoration as he looked down at you. The smile that came to his face as he looked at you was something that came naturally, that never seemed to leave his face when he looked at you. Not that he ever wanted it too because gods were you his whole world, his whole universe, he never wanted to stop holding you like this, never wanted to stop smiling at you like this. If the world could have stopped right here and now, frozen in this moment, then Bucky could have died happy, would have willingly died happy too. But no time had to continue on and there was still one more thing that he needed to do tonight to make it absolutely perfect. To be a night that he would never forget no matter what.

“Yeah, but you love my big head,” Before you could say anything he bent down placing another sweet kiss to your lips. “Now come on there’s still that last thing that we need to do.” He took your hand in his and gently tugged you along leading you deeper into the little park.

As the two of you walked Bucky’s grip on your hand tightened as he fought against the rising nerves fluttering around in his stomach and the doubts starting to rear their ugly heads. Though why he was doubting this he really didn’t know. Sure this wasn’t how he’d planned this evening going, he hadn’t planned on Steve, and Bonnie, ditching the two of you, and he hadn’t planned on punching the guy in the dance hall either resulting in the two of you having to run unless he wanted you to also get pulled into the fight. Because there was no doubt in his mind that even though you’re a lady you would not hesitate to jump in to his rescue, lord knows you’ve done it enough times for both him and Steve, and the last thing he wanted to happen tonight was for you to get a black eye in a fist fight he started because a guy was being a creep. But so what if this wasn’t the night that he had planned for the two of you? It was still a night that the two of you spent together, that you two made into a lasting memory he’s surely not going to forget so everything should be fine. You should say yes to him because you love him and he loves you and then he’ll go fight in this stupid war and then he’ll come back and the two of you will get to grow old together just like he’s always dreamed of doing.

Bucky nodded his head to himself his mind officially made up for the third time that day that he would do this and he subconsciously patted the pocket that had the little box sitting inside of it. An action that did not go unnoticed by you.

“Bucky?” You asked him pulling the two of you to a stop on one of the bridges passing over a small stream in the park. Bucky stopped walking turning to face you with a look of concern and confusion on his face.

“What is it doll? Are you ok? Everything alright? That running wasn’t too much for you was it?” He rushed out taking a step towards you, his hand automatically coming up to cup at your cheek. You rolled your eyes at his mother henning, a nasty habit he had because of Steve, and shook your head.

“No, no, I’m fine I just… what’s in your pocket? You keep patting at it and I’m starting to get curious,” You explained to him. His eyes widened, his mouth falling open slightly and his cheeks turning a faint pink in the moonlit city haze.

“Ah, haha, well… um…” He trailed off a sheepish smile spreading across his face as he reached up with his free hand and rubbed the back of his neck, his gaze darting all around the two of you before he let out a small sigh. “I was waiting for the right place to do this at, but I guess now is as good a time as ever.” He muttered more to himself than to you. You watched him with furrowed brows as he let go of your hand and took a step back from you. For one terrified moment you were scared that he was going to break up with you, that after four years of dating this was finally the time that he would end it. But you were quick to push that thought out of your mind because this was Bucky that you were thinking about. Sweet, loveable, charming, amazing, Bucky. He wasn’t about to break your heart there was on way not after everything the two of you had been through.

“I just want to preference this with, this isn’t how I planned on doing this, originally I planned on doing this back in the dance hall with Steve and Bonnie there but well you know that went to shit.” His voice pulled you from your thoughts. You watched as he reached one hand into his pockets and slowly began lowering himself down while pulling something out of his pocket. A sharp gasp escaped you as your hands flew to your mouth when you realized just what he was doing when he came to rest on one knee and held up a small, red, velvet box.

“I had originally planned on this being some big, grand, and special gesture, ya know something you’d beam about when you tell other people about it. But it doesn’t look like that’s something that’s gonna happen tonight and unfortunately I don’t have the time to try and plan out another night for this. So, I guess here goes nothing.” Bucky took a deep breath, stealing his nerves, and calming his shaking hands as he finally opened the little velvet box revealing his grandmother’s engagement ring. You gasped before you could stop yourself, your hands flying to cover your mouth as your eyes burned with forming tears.

“I know this probably isn’t how either of us imagined this scenario going with me proposing to you before I get shipped off tomorrow, and originally I wasn’t going to propose to ya I was going to wait til I got back, till I was sure we could settle down and have ourselves a family. But then I realized that there was no way I could go overseas tomorrow without making it clear to you and to everyone else around that the single most beautiful, courageous, loving, sweet, honest, and amazing woman is spoken for but more importantly is mine. I realized that I couldn’t leave you behind without promising to come back to you, to be with you, to love you for the rest of our lives together, to always come back to you because I love you (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I’ve loved you since the moment we met and I’ll love you till the day I die so will you please do me the honor of becoming my wife, of giving me the opportunity to prove to you that you’re the only woman for me? Will you marry me?” By the time Bucky had finished his little speech the tears had begun spilling out of your eyes, and he honestly couldn’t tell if those were good tears or bad tears. Dear god did he hope they were good tears.

You on the other hand couldn’t believe what was happening. Sure you and Bucky had been taking recently about settling down finally, about the two of you starting a life together, a family, of moving out of the little run down apartment the two of you shared with Steve and getting a house outside the city but still close by so Winne and Rebecca could visit often with Steve. But that’s all you had really thought it was, just talk. Just a bunch of what if scenarios and bits of hope to get you both through the war, to keep you both fighting, and if any of it happened to come true after the war then that would be all the better. But you’d never imagined that Bucky would do this so soon and with him shipping out tomorrow. The more you thought about it though the more you were happy that he was doing this now rather than later because this was like a physical reminder, a physical promise, that he would come back from the war and back to you. That all your talks weren’t just talks but they were actual things the two of you were going to get to do. That thought and the pure unadulterated joy were the two main factors in why you were crying right now.

“Doll? Sugar? Say something, anything, please?” The desperation in Bucky’s turn snapped you out of your thoughts and you took in the look of sheer worry and fear in his eyes. Slowly you nodded your head as you lowered one of your hands away from your mouth to reveal the large smile on your face. You couldn’t have forced words out of your throat if you had tried, so the best you could do was make a little sound and nod your head faster. A matching smile spread across Bucky’s face, his shoulders sagging in relief as he took the ring out of the box and happily slipped it onto your finger.

“Y-yes I… I will m-marry you,” You were finally able to stutter the words out.

He let out a laugh that was somewhere between one of relief and pure joy as he surged up onto his feet. Grabbing a hold of your hips he pulled you flush against him that large, almost boyish smile never leaving his face as he looked down at you the pads of his fingers digging into your hips.

“You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say those words doll.” And with that he sealed his lips over yours, molding them so that they fit perfectly over yours. The kiss stole your breath away and you were quick to bring your arms up wrapping them around his neck and burying your fingers in his hair. Your toes curled inside your shoes as you felt a wetness begin pooling in your underwear as Bucky moved his lips against yours. You felt his hands, hot and heavy, as he dragged them along your hips leaving goosebumps in their wake even through the dress you were wearing as he wrapped his arms around your waist. With his arms wrapped around your waist it pressed you all that much closer so you could feel the beginnings of the bulge forming in his pants. Bucky’s tongue traced along your bottom lip begging you for entrance and it took everything in you to pull away from him as everything in you screamed to jus tasty right there. To let Bucky continue, to let go and forget about the world and just have it be the two of you, but this was not the place to do that and you’d already done enough running for your evening.

“What? What is it doll?” He murmured his eyes still closed as he bent forward kissing along your jaw and then down your neck mouthing at it as his hands began to wander further south. Reluctantly you unraveled your fingers from his hair and reached behind your grabbing a hold of his hands before he could cope the feel he so desperately wanted. A small whine escaped him when you pulled his hands away from your ass and you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you when he lifted his head from your neck and outright pouted at you.

“Don’t give me that look Barnes, I only want to tell you that if you wish to continue with this you’ve got to take me home first,” You told him. At that the pout faded from his face and was replaced with a large smile.

“Bucky!” You squealed as you were scooped up into his arms and began carrying you bridal style at a brisk jog out of the park.

“Don’t Bucky me sugar! I’ve only got a handful of hours left before I get shipped out and we still need to celebrate, so I intended to make the most of it, now hold on we’re still a block away from our apartment.” He ordered you as he started to actually run and you couldn’t help but laugh at him while you shook your head. At this rate he would be too tired to even continue on once you got back to the apartment.

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diaries-of-a-hopelessromantic · 2 years

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Always (Part 2) (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Warnings :- Language, mentions of insecurity, angst and crying

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Y/n was staring out of the window of the café she was sitting in. The guy who she was talking to previously said he didn't like her insecureness and left. Y/n didn't notice a few tears slipping out. One of the baristas named Lyra came to ask her if she was ok, Y/n just said, “I am fine, thank you Lyra” and smiled at her. Lyra said,“You know where to find me if you want me to beat up a bitch” and walked away. Y/n just chuckled while shaking her head. It was 4:10 pm so she decided to go to her apartment.

She couldn't call it home because Bucky wasn't with her. Bucky. Her Bucky. But he broke up with her. Y/n didn't realise that she was standing outside her apartment. When she felt a hand on her shoulder, she immediately looked back just to see her neighbour, Steve Rogers. Yes, Captain America was her neighbour. He rarely came to the apartment because he lived with The Avengers, but today he felt the need to go and see his sweet neighbour. Turns out, his *sweet* neighbour's mood wasn't all puppy and rainbows today. “What happened, Y/n?”, he asked. Just as he asked her that, he broke down crying on his shoulder while hugging him and started mumbling something. Steve only caught one word. Bucky.

A/n :- Lemme know how was this!

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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My Angel - Bucky Barnes Smut

Summary: Bucky Barnes, your father's best friend has been very, very patient about matters involving you. Seeing you in that outfit however, he can't help but want to corrupt his angel.

Pairing: DBF! Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: main kink: corruption, age gap: bucky is 40 reader late twenties eg: 26, smut, dom/sub dynamics, possessiveness, slight dark bucky, praise kink, mild degradation kink, nickname - angel, oral f receiving, p in v, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, handjob, cosplay, cum play, Bucky Barnes is a warning MINORS DNI

A.N: i always wanted to write DBF!Bucky and the best way is smut I guess, hope you enjoy! also side note i know nothing of the hobbit and i did ask my best friend @stevesmewmew about it. also song i constantly heard while writing - dirty thoughts - chole adams

Word Count: 3020

Main Masterlist|| AO3 || Kinktober Materlist

You stare at yourself in the mirror, gnawing your bottom lip. The white dress looks pretty, sort of flowy, your cheeks heat at why you picked the outfit.

The lace sits nicely, you stare at the silver woven crown you DIY-ed. Placing it upon your head. You don’t know the first thing about the character apart from what you found on google.

Galadriel, you stare at your attempt of cosplay one more time. You do admire the dress. All your best friend said was she was powerful, innocent and that she had battle skills as well as knowledgeable. She seemed badass.

You knew the man’s eye you watched to catch was a fan of the franchise. You wondered who he would dress as, your palms smoothen over the dress once again. Grabbing your purse you do a final check and head downstairs. Nervousness blooms in your abdomen.

Your elder brother’s annual halloween party was an excuse for friends and teens to sort of let loose. The only reason it was even allowed was the fact that Bucky Barnes, your dad’s best friend and neighbour would keep the antics in line. The same man who you wanted to impress tonight.

Usually he would be having fun with everyone and covering for your brother’s shenanigans and mostly keeping you company and coaxing you out of your shell for about an hour and then you both would sneak into the theatre room to have a horror movie marathon.

As you traverse downstairs, the party already in full swing. Music thumping, you squeeze past the crowd in the hallway going to the kitchen for a drink. You wonder if forgoing the wig makes a difference as you head to the fridge. Shrugging you uncap the bottle. Glad, that the kitchen isn’t occupied yet.

“Holy fuck.” The voice startles you and the water drops across your chest. You wince turning to tell of the source. Your throat dries when it’s Bucky — dressed in a suit, fangs peaking through his lips.

“B-bucky?” You confirm, he’s gone for the modern vampire vibe and you can’t stop staring at the fit of his inner white collared shirt.

“You, you’re dressed as—,” his eyes trace over you, crown to hem of the white gown. His fake fang sinks into his bottom lip. Tongue then peeking out to wet the flesh.

You gulp eyes on his lips, “G-galadriel.”

“You look, ethereal.” He admits, you look away shyly.

“Thank, thank you.” Internally your heart hammers at his response.

Bucky steps closer, towering over you. His woodsy cologne evades your senses, he reaches up, fixing your crown. Fingertips then trace from your temple to your jaw to your chin, tilting your head back.

His heated gazes prompts your thighs to clench. Bucky inhales deeply.

“Such innocence.” He murmurs, “So much light. How would you look flush against darkness?” Bucky questions he can feel all the blood rush to his cock. Your nipples hardened perceivable through the lace. The tea towel he holds pressed against your chest.

He wants to push you against the wall and kiss you. Wants to rip the lace off with his teeth, watch how your lips part moaning his name, or stretched around his cock, how would you look bouncing on his— you blink up at him, he shifts back.

“Can’t taint you, can I?” He muses. You frown.

“Bucky I,”

“Do you like my outfit?” He gestures, changing the topic.

“Vampire?” You giggle when he smiles brightly, fangs bared.

“From those shows you like,” He admits sheepish.

“The one I like wears a leather jacket.” You tease, he narrows his eyes.

“Oh so when I caught you salivating at the suit wearing one, that was what?” He chuckles when you huff caught in your own web of lies.

“I do like him in a suit, you might just make it better.” Your fingertips trace the undone jacket button, biting your lip you look up at him.

Bucky breathes your name in warning, not for himself but for you. He had begun to disregard warnings the night he coated his fist and abdomen with his cum thinking about you.

“Want to know a dirty little secret?” You burn his curiosity brighter than light. He nods.

“I wore the outfit for you.” Your hand traces up to the jacket lapel, Bucky breathes deeply.

“You dressed up as one of the most innocent characters of my favourite series, for me?” Bucky recounts, god your perfume so sweet. How would you taste? He wonders.

“All for you.” You admit, swallowing when his palm finally meets your waist. Warmth sears through your skin as his thumb brushes over the lace.

Bucky’s mind is a swirl of should I, should I not, but you were making it so easy. So easy to choose the idea to corrupt you.

The groan he produces rumbles in his chest, Bucky watches as you shift and your pelvis moves in the slightest to your thighs clenching.

“Want to know a dirty little secret, Angel?” He questions, palm trailing up your side, to your breast.

“Y-yes.” You bite your lip trying not to make a sound as he palms the flesh through the lace.

“I want to ruin you, with my tongue, my fingers and my cock.” Bucky’s voice is deep, you softly moan at his words.

“Look at that, little innocent angel wants to be ruined.” He comments, tugging on your nipples.

“You’re going to look so pretty wrapped around my cock, begging for release.” He tugs on your earlobe, you feel his thigh between your legs, your hips buck involuntary, you whimper at the contact.

“Look at you Angel, turning into such a needy, pretty slut for me.” Bucky marvels at the way you’re complying, the way your needy little breaths are making him so hard.

He pulls away as he hears boisterous laughter approaching. You whine at the loss of him.

“Angel.” He chastises. Handing you the dish towel to help soak the water from your dress.

“Oh hey, Mr. Barnes, hey tiny.” Your brother chuckles when you groan at his stupid nickname for you. He busies himself taking out drinks from the wine cooler.

“Hi Y/N. What happened?” Nick Fowler, your brother’s best friend steps closer to you.

“Just spilled a drink,” you shrug, his grey eyes on you.

“Oh I’ll help—,” Nick’s hand outstretches, but Bucky steps closer, “She’s got it.”

Nick’s jaw tenses, Bucky only smiles at him.

You look between the two, not understanding the reason for the stare down.

“Run along now.” Bucky speaks sickly sweet as your brother calls out to Nick, he gives you a once over and then leaves with him.

You look at Bucky, he turns to you, signs of irritation leaving his features.

“Meet me in my theatre room?” Bucky smiles when you nod eagerly.

He cups your face between, his metal and calloused hand.

Blue eyes, admire you.

“I want the crown to remain on, though I wonder if it will stay secure after I’m done with you.” Before you can react he presses his lips to yours, warm, soft lingering taste of his whiskey.

The cold metal of the refrigerator blooms across your back as he presses you against the appliance.

You kiss back, as his tongue swipes at your bottom lip exploring your mouth. Taking his bottom lip between your teeth you suck on the flesh, he moans your name, grinding against you.

Bucky parts his lips from yours, your lust blown eyes gaze up at him, so innocent.

“Oh, Angel. I don’t think I have any patience left any longer.” Is all he says before grabbing your hand and guiding you out the side door, towards his house.

Bucky’s hands are everywhere, your knees either side of his lap, the dress pushed up bunching around your hips. He lifts his hips ever so slightly, you cry out around his fingers.

“Go on Angel, get them nice and wet. Good girl, oh are you chocking on my fingers already? Oh sweet little needy baby, what will you do with my cock then?” He tuts, pulling his fingers out of your mouth, a trail of saliva connects from the tip of his finger to your lips.

“Ask for my fingers Angel.” Bucky smirks as you whine.

“Please.” Your hands rest on his chest.

“That wasn’t a really good job.” He chastises, “You can do better sweet Angel, go on say the filthy words of what you want from me.”

Staring into his eyes, your skin heats, Bucky shifts his hips again, you mewl.

“Bucky please.” Your hands clutch at his half unbuttoned shirt. It hangs off of his shoulders.

“Please what?” His left hand moves up your back, cooler fingers find the zipper undoing it.

“Please fuck me with, with your fingers.” You bite your lip.

“Only my fingers?” He teases thumb brushing over your inner thigh.

“Do you want to sit on my face baby? Do you want me to lap up your sweetness? Bet you taste so good.” His thumb brushes over your clit.

You nod, you want all of it.

“No panties, no bra, were you wanting me to fuck you?” He raises a brow, thumb applying pressure.

You nod preening, “Want, want you.” His left hand urges you to kneel straighter, index and middle finger circling your entrance.

“You want, me, Angel?” He confirms again, “Look at you, clenching around nothing, let’s change that shall we?” His digit sinks into you, Bucky swirls it around touching your walls, he then begins to pump in and out.

You begin to meet the slow thrusts, your gown beginning to fall from your shoulders. Bucky swears as he sees the untouched skin and the pebbled nipples.

“Look at you,” Two fingers fucking into your cunt, “Meeting every thrust, not so innocent are you?” His lips latch onto your nipple, sucking and biting your head thrown back his palm rubs over your clit as you grind down upon his fingers.

Bucky shifts his attention to the other nipple, the pace of his fingers increasing he adds a third, “Have to stretch you out don’t I? Aw, Angel are you going to make a mess on me? My Dirty, dirty girl.”

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky—,” His fingers continually tap over the spongy sport, stars begin to cloud your vision, left hand gripping your breast, tweaking your nipples.

“Go on, cum for me Angel, this is only the beginning of your ruin.” Bucky smirks as you shudder against him, cunt squeezing his fingers, thighs trying to close, your hands tugging on is hair.

Lust blown blues admire you unraveling, the bliss spreading over your features as the orgasm takes you, your walls begging to keep his fingers in, Bucky’s palm rubbing circles over your clit and the burn of it delicious. Your shaking from the aftershocks ceases. It takes everything in Bucky not to have his fingers replaced by his cock swiftly.

“You with me Angel?” Bucky chuckles, when you blink through the haze.

“Y-yeah.” You run your fingers through his hair.

“Crown’s still on.” He chuckles, bringing his slick covered fingers to your lips, “Have a taste, you need to know how you taste without me.”

His fingertips trace your lips, your tongue follows. Bucky then tastes you from his fingers and moans.

Your dress is pushed off of your body, Bucky’s hands roam in admiration.

“So fucking delicious, I deserve a reward don’t I? For being this patient, for letting you remain untainted by me this long.” He looks at you, you nod. Bucky taps your hips and you move off him to allow him to slide down.

He kisses your clit, “Already needy, my, my.” his tongue licks over your folds, humming at your taste.

“Grab onto the headboard, Angel.” He says before his lips wrap around your clit and he sucks wantonly upon the pulsing nub. Shivers bloom across your back.

You moan, grinding onto his face, he groans. Hands clutching your hips not letting you move away, Bucky laps at your entrance, licking stripes from your clit to circle and back. Nibbling on the clit your mewls and preens don’t stop, his light scruff burns deliciously over your inner thighs and folds.

“Bucky please, please, please—,” You warn as the coil snaps again, his hips lift off of the bed in response as he hungrily devours you for every single drop. When he doesn’t relent you try pulling away, you can feel yourself getting slick again as his ministrations continue.

His large hands push you back to sit on his lap again, pink lips glistening as he smirks. He pulls you close chest to chest.

“Rewarding.” He comments lazily tracing patters on your thigh.

You look down, the tent in his pants achingly visible.

“Can, can I?” You request.

“All words, Angel, need to know the filth that goes on in that innocent little mind, tell me is it all for me? Have my thoughts been corrupting you?” Your thighs squeeze at his word.

“Have you touched yourself thinking about me? Played with my pussy without asking me?” His thumb returns to your clit.

“Yes.” You squeak.

“Tell me what you’ve thought about baby?” He questions, “Tell me while you undo my pants, go on.”

Shaky fingers reach for the button, “I’ve thought, I’ve though about you fucking me, in your study.” You undo the zipper.

“Bent over my table?” He questions watch your tits with every deep breath you take.

You shake your head, toying with the wait band of his boxers.

“Against the window? My sweet, innocent, Angel wants the world to see I’m fucking her?” He questions, you nod.

“And maybe the table too.” You add, drawing amused laughter from him.

“What else, Angel?” He questions pace on your clit increasing, “Take my cock out.”

You do as he says, pumping him from bottom to top, his length is massive and girth as well. You bite your lip.

“Angel, don’t worry your pretty little head, it’ll fit, pussy was made for my cock.” He hisses as you rub your thumb on the slit then you bring the precum covered digit to your lips, locking eyes with him.

“Go on, taste me.” He watches as you clean your thumb eyes closed and humming at his taste before returning your hand to his cock.

“Stand up, we’re going to my office.” Bucky’s cock twitches in your hold.

His clothes are discarded, he easily lips you up, legs wrapped around him, his cock shifts over your folds with each step, Bucky keeps his lips pressed to yours as he easily moves to his office down the hall.

“Bend over the table corner.” He instructs, setting you down, you do as he says the cold marble has you shift, the rounded corner touches your clit.

“Just how I pictured.” He hums appreciative, lining himself up with you, slowly sinking in inch by inch you both moan in synchrony. Bucky grabs your hands holding them behind you. The arch it creates has him move in deeper, tip right against your g-spot.

“Fuck, so fucking tight, look at you, spread out for me, what would people say? Innocent little Angel is Bucky’s pretty little slut. She fantasises about being fucked by him. I’ll fuck you on every surface if you ask me.” His hips snap you cry out, clenching hard around him.

“Only you.” You whimper, as his pace increases, the cold marble rubbing against your clit.

“Fuck, how good are you squeezing me, cunt doesn’t want to let me go.” Bucky groans, pulling you up.

His cock moves deeper, your back is against his chest, his left hand moves to your clit, right hand around your throat squeezing lightly. Your walls quiver around him.

“Oh Angel likes being choked? Fuck, you’re perfect. My pretty little slut, look at you.” He groans, adding pressure and the sounds of his cock have you mewl and preen.

“Please, please, please,” More incoherent thoughts spill from your lips, he feels so good, so good. So deep.

“Only I, get to see you this way don’t I? Begging, on the brink of bliss.”

Yes, yes, yes—“Bucky, please—,”

“Look at you, can only think about my cock filling you up so good, can’t you Angel?” He bites down on your neck, leaving his mark.

“So, g-good,” You choke on another moan.

Your hands around his neck, your nails manage to claw at his flesh. Bucky knows he’s not going to last, he knows you aren’t going to either.

“Go on Angel, cum so you can feel me everywhere. My dirty, little, pretty girl. Innocent little slutty Angel.” His words set off the flame that consumed your veins, distantly you hear a desperate cry of Bucky’s name, Bucky groans your name in response your spasming walls setting his orgasm off.

He continues to fuck you through your orgasms, panting in his arms, Bucky loves how your pussy feels wrapped around him. He leans back taking you with him into his plush chair.

Cock still inside of you, his fingers rubbing at your clit, you protest, his hand clutches at your hair, lips swallow down your protests, fingers moving fast your babbles return, cumming undone on his cock, marking it with yourself.

“Look at that Angel, you’ve claimed my cock.” He admires the fluids coating your thighs and his balls, gathering the cum, he brings his fingers to your lips.

You keep your eyes locked with his, as you lick his fingers clean. Your clit pulses at the taste. Bucky smirks feeling your pussy clench. Your mind is a haze as his lips press kisses to your temple and cheek.

“I’ve got all night to corrupt your thoughts further. Against the window next, Angel. I know someone who would hate to miss out on the show we put on.” He chuckles darkly, hands roam your body.

You hum tiredly, basking in the warmth, Bucky’s eyes shift to the broken crown discarded to the floor.

“Little corrupted Angel.” He hums, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, "My Angel." He repeats, placing a soft kiss over the love bite on your neck.

"All yours, Bucky." You whisper, tilting your head back to meet his blue eyes.

-x-

permanent tags for bucky: @slutforsexyseabass

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lonewolfwriting89 · 11 months

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HEATED PASSION

James Buchanan Barnes “Bucky” x Reader

Warnings: NSFW. Smut.

A/N: Hi all, just another short smutty drabble for Bucky. Enjoy xoxo

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Your skin was hot beneath his hands, he needed to feel more, taste every inch of you. Insatiable. It was never enough.

Deftly, your hands found their way between you both, quickly freeing Bucky from his shirt. The hot, muggy summer air hit his skin before you had pressed him to you once more. Then your mouth found his, crushing down upon his lips with a passion he’d have never imagined existed. A passion sometimes he didn’t think he deserved. Your tongues mated feverishly then pulled away, teeth nipping upon lips only to recede and delve back into one another again.

Bucky freed himself from your spell briefly, trying to slow himself down, take his time with you like he’d intended. Instead, he relinquished all control to the animal instinct within, letting his mouth once again come to rest upon your beautiful breasts, sucking and biting them until you whimpered and writhed, grinding your heat against him.

With a groan, Bucky moved downward, pressing your back onto his bed, your hair spreading across it like a halo. Slowly, he licked and kissed a trail to the top of your jeans, tracing his fingers; both flesh and metal; softly across your skin until you succumbed to the delicious shivers the contrast in touches gave to you.

One by one, he opened the buttons on your jeans, kissing and licking each bit of skin he exposed until you were fully unbuttoned and he could ease them down and over your hips. Underneath, he found your soft, smooth skin.

Your pants in a heap upon the floor, he took a moment to drink in the sight of his personal goddess splayed upon his bed. Your long limbs resting comfortably upon either side of him, while he knelt between, in full view of your glistening centre.

Casually, he ran his hands up your thighs, pleased at the quivering response the action garnered. Gently, Bucky traced his thumbs along the perfectly shaved triangle of hair between them. You were so warm and he didn’t need the light to see that you were dripping with anticipation of what was to come. Your desire was almost palpable, a living entity which clawed and grasped at him from within the depths of the passion he read in your eyes.

With a grunt, Bucky unbuttoned his pants, giving himself some breathing room, as his own desire was stretching to the limits as well.

He leaned over you, biting and suckling upon you once more, excited at the thought of the marks you’d wear. His. You moaned audibly, pressing yourself against him, the pleasure it caused him was wonderfully intense, almost torturous.

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buckyalpine · 4 months

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40s Sergeant Barnes with a nurse and a Sergeant kink (and breeding and house wife kink, virginity loss). This was supposed to be a pure smutty drabble but then I got in my feelings and added some fluff and angst but I promise Bucky is still a dirty, nasty little fuck in this. Just with a sweeter ending. The one he deserves.

Listen just imagine what a cute, sexy menace Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes would be just waking up from an injury when his eyes flutter open to the pretty nurse he’s been eyeing from the day he started. You’re not a shy, dainty little thing, nope. Not at all.

You bark out orders like a drill Sergeant and one glare from you is all it takes to get everyone in line and on task without a second thought. Even his superiors are scared of you, biting their tongue when you stitch them up and send them on their way before running off to your next patient.

Bucky was in love.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes” he rasps, throwing you a charming smirk while you roll your eyes in response, shaking your head. "How'd I get so lucky, got a my little angel tendin' to me"

“I see your injury hasn’t stopped hurt that mouth of yours Sergeant" You quirk an eyebrow while he playfully huffs as you change the dressing covering a gash on his abdomen. You swab the area clean and he doesn't flinch even though you know it must burn like hell, his muscles tensed while he continues to watch you with heart eyes. "Now you know I'm not your little angel, I got 20 other men to fix up, you better be out of this bed as soon as you're all healed up"

“C’mon sugar, you're breakin' my heart" Bucky gives you a little pout with those perfect lips and you catch the twinkle in his eye as he looks over your form with complete admiration. He loved your sassy, take no shit attitude and it's taking everything in him to calm himself down so he doesn't get a hard on right there in front of you.

"You'd tell that to a cat with three legs if it was in a nurses outfit" You try your best to not give into his flirty comments and puppy eyes, knowing damn well he's a heart breaker but he makes it so difficult when he continues to woo you with his boyish charm.

He can't help but chase after you; catching the way your eyes always dart around with anxiety when his group returns from an operation, relief flooding them when you finally spot him. He loves your indifferent attitude, patting him down to make sure he's uninjured but your furrowed brows and the tiny pout on your lips give away that you're worried.

How can he just let you go. Every time you check over him, he needs you closer.

So much closer.

"Ms. y/l/n, Sergeant Barnes is requesting you in his tent, he says it's urgent"

You shake your head looking over at the time, quietly making your way over to the tent he's stationed at, thankful that a number of troops were sleeping so you wouldn't be seen as you quickly slip inside.

“And what hurts now” you sass with your hands on your hips seeing the soldier in perfect health, doing your best to assess him without letting him know.

"Always checkin' over me" Bucky chuckles, seeing what you're doing; his words making your cheeks heat up, "Knew you cared about me sugar"

"Well what am I doin' here" You give him an unconvincing huff, struggling to keep your voice steady, refusing to meet his eyes, keeping your gaze on his silver dog tags instead. It doesn't help that he's handsome as hell with a light dusting of scruff covering his cheeks. Bucky's never seen you flustered before and it evokes something in him, all the blood in his body rushing south seeing your fingers twitch.

All he wanted to do was kiss you but now-

“Help your Sergeant out doll” He whispers, taking another step forward till his chest brushes against yours, his hand coming to tilt your chin up, "Will you?"

You gasp feeling his hardness press against your thigh, your heart fluttering wildly as his thumb traces your lips, any semblance of control you had slipping away feeling the warmth of his skin.

“Y-yes Sergeant Barnes”

His lips press against yours, soft and sweet, a stark contrast to the way his body was screaming for him to pick you up and toss you onto his cot.

"Sweet like sugar" He lets his hands fall to your waist, pulling you flush against his body while your arms drape on top of his shoulders. You stand on your toes chasing more of his lips and he chuckles at the needy whine you let out when he pulls away for air.

Now let's say your first night together was actually quite tame. He kisses you again and you swoon when he repeatedly checks in with you before going any further. His hand slips under your skirt, letting his fingers toy with places no on else has touched. With each night, he needs you more and more until he can't hold off any longer and neither can you.

You sneak into his tent and this time he doesn't hesitate to undress you completely, not when he needs you bare with nothing separating you both. You feel your heart race as he lies on top of you, draping a thin sheet over himself when you shiver at the chill night air. You feel his body heat instantly warm you up, his heavy cock resting between your soaked folds.

"Are you sure, sugar?" He asks, his hand cupping your cheek and stroking your skin.

"Please Sergeant" You whisper and the way you say his title makes his cock twitch. There's something so different about you when you're in his bed, a sweet little bunny giving herself to him completely. It drives him feral with a need to make you feel good, make you cry for his cock and his cock only, to keep you nice and full of him.

You don't look twice at anyone else and here you are completely naked in his tent with your tight little virgin cunt, your legs spread open so he can put his dick in you; there was no way he was ever going to let you go.

"You tell me if it's too much, alright?" His lips tickle your neck as kisses your skin while rubbing his heavy cock through your folds, coating it in your slick, "Breathe for me"

He slips his tags into your mouth as he starts to press in, the initial sting making you bite down hard onto the metal feeling a mix of pleasure and pain. You whine at the way he stretches you open, your thighs squeezing around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders.

"Shhh, that's it love, doin' so good for me so good for your Sergeant, look how you're takin' all of me baby" He looks down to where you're both connected as he continues to slowly push himself in till hes fully sheathed inside you. He gives you time to adjust, slipping his tags out of your lips and letting his tongue lace with yours instead, his balls already throbbing with how tightly you were squeezing his cock.

"Please-Sergeant" your heels press into his ass desperate for him to move, gasping when he starts to slowly roll his hips, barely pulling out.

"I got you love-don't worry" Bucky moves as slowly as he could not wanting to hurt you, taking just as much care of you as you had with him countless of times.

But he can only keep up at that pace for so long. Your muffled whines and moans don't help the way his mind is already spiraling. His pretty little nurse all spread out just for him, taking his raw, bare cock in her soaking pussy, squeezing him so tight, he was only a few strokes from cumming.

If it were up to him he would've proposed on the spot, thinking about making love to you on your wedding night, seeing you all shy and sweet wrapped up in soft white lace. If you were his wife, he'd take you apart every which way, not giving a fuck about traditions, taking you right on the dining room table.

You'd be the prettiest little thing for him to come home to, such a good wife all dirty just for her husband. Only he'd know the way your mouth would slobber all over his cock like your life depended on it. The way you'd moan at the taste of his cum. Bucky's eyes rolled back at the thought of you with nothing but some heels and a string of pearls he'd put around your neck while he stuffed you with cum and emptied his balls in you.

"S-Sergeant-I-oh god" You whimpered feeling his cock grow harder, your pussy pulling him right back in, feeling the coil low in your belly pull tighter and tighter as he hit that spot.

Meanwhile Bucky's jaw clenched as he felt his balls pull tight to his body, the tip leaking steadily in your pussy. His mind spiraled into places he didn't think would exist before he met you, rogue thoughts he only entertained when he had his dick in his hand. The harder he fucked you the more he thought about how gorgeous you'd look with a swollen belly.

Fuck, imagine if he got you pregnant right then and there. That nurses uniform would no longer fit you. Everyone would know he knocked you up, your perfectly round tummy carrying Sergeant James Barnes' baby, breasts heavy with milk, God, he wasn't going to last-

“Gonna let your Sergeant pump you full of cum?” He pants, letting his hands grip onto your hips like his life depends on it, the wiry hair at the base of his cock rubbing against your clit.

“Yes!!” You sob, biting down onto his shoulder to keep your cries down while he continues to fuck you into oblivion. You don't understand how such filth can spew from that pink, pouty little mouth of his. "Please-please-need-youI-I'm gonna-"

"M'yours sweet girl, m'all yours, go on, cum for me love, cum on my cock, it's all yours" He gazed into your eyes, cooing at your parted lips and sweat slicked skin. It didn't take long for you to shatter around him his lips smashing against yours to swallow your moans.

"Want your cum Sergeant" You beg , desperate to have him claim you from the inside.

"Oh fuck baby, y-you can't say that, m-gonna, oh fuckkk" Your words throw Bucky right off the edge as he lets out a deep groan stilling his hips and shooting endless ropes of his spend into you. You both lay in comfortable silence, your fingers playing with his hair; his usual kempt brown locks now disheveled .

“Y’know m’gonna marry you” his scruffy cheek nuzzles into your neck as he continues to stay deep inside you as his cock softens, “after all this is over. Gonna put a ring on that finger”

His words send a different wave of emotions over you, feeling more safe than ever, clinging onto him as tightly as possible. You let a whimper slip out and he pulls away from your neck with an expression of concern.

“What is it love” Bucky coos, wiping away the tears that slip you, stroking your cheek while you bite back a sniffle.

“Do you mean it? After this is all over?” You weren't sure what Bucky would want-there was still a war going on. Anything could happen. Perhaps this was just to keep his bed warm. Something to keep him calm, you were just someone to-

"Of course sugar" Bucky presses a firm kiss to your forehead, silencing the thoughts that tried to run wild. "You're mine"

And of course he gets his happy ending. Because when it's all over, he gets the ring for the girl he loves. He's on one knee, proposing to you with the sweetest words. He treats you like a princess on your wedding night, making love all night long until the sun is up.

There isn't a surface in the house he's left untouched. Nothing makes him more feral than moaning for his pretty wife, constantly taking her hand and wrapping it around his cock, watching that diamond glint with each stroke.

It doesn't take long for you to feel a little squeamish, knowing all the tell tale signs.

The day you tell him he's going to be a dad is one of the happiest days of his life. There isn't a single night that goes by where he isn't nuzzling his face into your tummy, talking to your little one.

Everything was perfecttt.

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jessybarnes · 1 year

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Hold You Close

Title: Hold You Close

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 538

Tags: Angst, fluff, nightmares, mentions of killing, mentions of weapons, cuddling, and I think that's it.

Written For: @comfortember

Day 6: Exhaustion

Beta(s): None

Kill.

Destroy.

Obey.

It's all he knows, the only things he can think about. The anger flows through him like the blood in his veins. It didn't matter if they're a man or woman. It didn't matter where they came from. If they've wronged Hydra, then he'll be tasked to eliminate them.

He's been given a new mission, one of the newest Avengers, and he's told to report confirmation of death in ten hours. His body moves on its own accord. There's nothing he can do about it. No matter how hard he fights back, the Winter Soldier is stronger.

He's forced to sit back and watch through the eyes of a monster. The same ones that are now menacingly locked on their target, assault rifle raised and ready to take the life of the one person he can't live without.

You.

Bucky shoots up in bed, his chest heaving and his sheets soaked in cold sweat. It takes him a few seconds to figure out where he is, and once he does, he sighs.

He knows he shouldn't, but he won't be able to calm down until he knows you're safe.

As quietly as he can, he pads across the hall and opens the door to your room. He shuts it behind him softly and smiles at the sight of you.

You're laying on your stomach, facing him with one leg bent and snoring lightly. As carefully as he can, he sits on the side of your bed and just watches you breathe.

You look so peaceful like this, and he can't help but reach out and smooth the hair out of your face. He regrets it immediately because you stretch and blink your eyes open, confusion etched on your pretty face.

"Bucky?"

"I'm sorry, doll. I didn't mean to wake you...I..." He shakes his head and stands up, "I should go..."

You frown and sit up, your hand reaching out to grab his. "You had another nightmare, didn't you?" He doesn't say anything so you continue, "Buck? ...You can talk to me, you know? I...I won't tell anyone..."

He finally turns around and you take note of the bags under his eyes. He looks exhausted, and you don't even think twice about your next decision. Your hand pats the empty space next to you and you look up at him hopefully.

"Lay with me? Please?"

"Y/N...I... I shouldn't. Sometimes I can't control myself when I sleep and if I hurt you I'd never be able to forg-"

"You won't hurt me, James. I trust you. Now, come here," you lift the covers a little and he bites his lip, "please?"

He swallows and slides in next to you, making sure to keep his distance. You're having none of it though and pull him close to you, your legs tangling together and your arms wrapping around him snugly.

He's hesitant at first, but soon he nuzzles into the crook of your neck and hums happily.

"Thank you, I...I needed this."

You lightly scratch his scalp and rest your head on top of his, "don't thank me, Bucky. Just sleep, okay?"

He sighs and lets himself relax in your arms.

"I'll be here when you wake up."

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thefallennightmare · 10 months

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Soldiers-five

credit to me(the-falling-nightmare) for creating the gif.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Warnings: angst, language, fluff, violence, smut.

Authors Note: As always, sorry for the long delay! Tags are open!

Tags(open): @elizacusi-blog @pattiemac1 @yvessaintmuerte @mdpplgtz03 @mayjaysthots @broadwaybabe18 @sebsgirl71479 @yourfavunsub @themorningsunshine @nikwld @splendidreads @fall-myriad

The commotion that rang loudly in my ear as I set foot into the compound, fresh off my mission, told me one thing; everyone was in the laboratory, chatting about what they should do with him. Wake him or let him sleep a bit longer. It didn’t matter for me to give my opinion when I knew that it would fall on deaf ears and I was upset that it took me six months to figure that out.

Soldat was still frozen, Zola opting to not let him out, as a punishment for the two of us becoming close. It was absurd only due to the fact that nothing ever happened between the two of us. As much as I would have liked to feel his lips on mine, I knew now that it was going to be the downfall of us.

As soon as I stepped into the laboratory, so many different eyes landed on me while the voices seized immediately.

“Oh, don’t let little old me stop you from your riveting conversations,” the sarcasm dripped from my tongue while I walked straight past them towards the cryo chamber.

Soldat still looked exactly the same as he did when he was forced in there six months ago and my heart fell to the pits of my stomach. So many thoughts swirled in my mind.

Was he okay?

Did he dream?

Did he ever wake while in there and freak out wondering what happened?

Would he remember me when they wake him?

Would they ever wake him?

I strained my super hearing to listen close to Soldat’s heart rate, and breathed a long breath of relief when I heard his steady but very slow beats. It was something I did every morning and every night, sometimes a third time a day when I returned from a mission.

Zola had no issue with sending me countless ones, some that took me away for weeks at a time and I knew he did it on purpose so I couldn’t check in on Soldat.

“Oh, Voin. You’ve returned.”

I internally groaned at his voice but gave Zola a slight nod, not taking my eyes off Soldat's sleeping face.

“You can call me by my actual name, you know,” I reminded him. The nickname was fine in the beginning but now, I was growing agitated by them purposely not calling me by my name.

Zola merely ignored my words and did his best to stand in front of me, hoping to block my vision from Solat. Internally I snicked, knowing that even if I wasn’t wearing my boots that gave me a few extra inches, I would still be able to see over his head due to his short stature.

“The mission?”

“Everything went well,” I responded with arms over my chest.

His brow raised in curiosity. “No witness’?”

I shook my head. “Not since that night. “

“Good,” Zola nodded before pulling a folder from his back and handed it to me.

“Another mission?” I questioned taking it from him.

My dark eyes scanned the short briefing and gave a low chuckle. “You’re kidding, right?”

“I don’t understand,” he feigned confusion.

I tossed the folder onto the table next to me. “You’re sending me up against a group of super soldiers, at least six of them, and expect me to kill all of them then take their blood?”

“She’s scared.”

My eyes cut towards the guard who stood in his place at the entrance of the lab, his hushed tone meant to be heard only by the other guard who was next to him. Electricity crackled at my fingertips but before I could eviscerate him to ash, Zola gently grabbed at my elbow.

“Please, Voin. I cannot keep replacing guards because of your short temper.”

Curling my fist closed, I bit my tongue at the curt response and changed the direction back to our previous conversation.

“I have no issue with this mission but I’m not going alone,” I said.

Zola sighed. “What do you propose we do?”

Not uttering another word, I merely nodded towards the cyro chamber behind him. I wouldn’t dare let him know that I had an ulterior motive behind my suggestion. Anything I could do to wake Soldat; I would take it.

“Ah,” he said with realization.

I shrugged. “If you want what you seek, it’s better for you to send the both of us because together, we’re no match against these newer super soldiers.”

Zola mewled over my words, tossing them around his mind. Reluctantly, he nodded.

My heart jumped into my throat knowing that in a few minutes, I would have Soldat back with me. Even if I decided there would be some restrictions.

One of the doctors pushed a few buttons on the desk in front of him and with Zola stepping to the side, I watched as the chamber slowly opened. Cold wind tickled the back of my neck and my breath hitched high in my throat when Soldat began to fall, only to be caught by two guards and slowly dragged his body to the dreaded chair in the middle of the lab.

“How do you know if he was affected somehow by the cold?” I questioned Zola.

“We don’t,” he said.

Wonderful.

With Soldat being slumped over in the chair, the grogginess began to wear off and as I heard his erratic heartbeat loud in my ears, I kneeled in front of him.

“Soldat,” I breathed cautiously.

Even though it had been six months, he still looked the same as he did the day he was put to sleep. The chamber halts his aging, I observed.

With my voice, his dark eyes met mine and there was a faint recollection behind them. His metal fingers twitched as he reached for my face, tracing the pad of his thumb over his cheek.

“Vo-voin,” he stammered, the hoarseness of his voice not going undetected.

I smiled into his touch. “You remembered.”

Though, I knew he would. Every time I wiped him, I made sure that he would always remember who I was and our feelings for one another. I would deal with the repercussions from Zola after the fact.

“Longing. Rusted.”

Soldat’s face scrunched in pain.

“Seventeen. Daybreak.”

His eyes now screwed shut while he shook his head.

I peered up over towards a guard who had a red leatherbound book, a lone black star on the cover, in his hands. I didn’t have to ask what that was, I already knew because I had been tasked to receive it a mere hours before this moment.

There had been rumors circulating all around Russia on what exactly that book could do to the right person and with the way Soldat’s body was contorting in slight pain, I realized the rumors were true.

“What are you doing,” I seethed standing to my feet.

The guard brushed past me, now standing in front of Soldat.

“Furnace. Nine.”

With Soldat’s cries of pain, the sparks came to the tips of my fingers, but Zola was preparing for this moment and with a quick nod, I felt another guard grab me from behind, locking my hands in place.

“What is this?” I questioned the large metal cuffs that covered my hands. “Let me go!”

“I will not allow you to interfere.” Zola said.

I stared at him, wide eyed with fear. “With what? What are you doing to him?!”

“Something I should have done from the very beginning,” Zola said over his shoulder while he kept his gaze locked on Soldat.

“Benign. Homecoming.”

My mouth ran dry as Soldat’s body stiffened, the familiar light of love behind his eyes slowly fading away. His metal fingers twitched with anticipation.

To fight.

“One.”

“Stop,” I quietly begged, the strong walls I had built up to protect myself being bulldozed to the ground by the sheer stone-cold look that took over Soldat.

Everyone ignored me, the guard saying the final word. “Freight car.”

Black filled the pupils of Soldat’s eyes as he stared straight ahead, his chest barely moving with the short, deep breaths he took. Zola gave a look to the guard who had softly shut the leather-bound book.

“Did it work?”

The guard lifted his shoulder in response. “Soldat?”

“Ya gotov otvechat.” The Russian fell off of his tongue with an attractive richness.

Ready to comply.

The lids to my eyes fluttered close as my heart dropped to the pits of my stomach. “If I knew this is why you wanted the damn book, I would have burned it.”

“We have a new mission for you and Voin,” said the guard.

“Voin?”

I locked eyes with Soldat at the mention of my name and with the small sliver of familiarity shining behind his, I felt my heart mend a bit. But it didn’t last long because soon his eyes looked straight through me, any ounce of emotion fading quickly.

Zola spoke next. “She will brief you on the mission. Whatever she says, you shall comply. Understood?”

Soldat only nodded.

Zola then looked towards me. “He’s programmed to listen to your demands or commands. Should make it for an easier mission.”

I gritted my teeth, hands still encased in the metal cuffs that cut off my powers. “He’s not a robot.”

“I expect you back in two days,” he spoke before walking out of the lab, his footsteps echoing off of the brick confines of the building.

“No witnesses.” The guard ordered while letting me out of the cuffs.

Soldat breathed heavily while taking a second to look around his surroundings before falling on me. Whatever strength I had to give him a small smile faltered when I noticed how scared he was.

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