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nano--raptor · 3 years
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Faithful
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Words: 859
Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Smut, sex, shower sex, sex with feelings but also kind of rough, love and softness, talk of undercover missions and infidelity related to the missions, implied smut
Summary: Bucky sometimes hates his missions and shows you how much he loves you when he returns home
A/N: Written for Day 14 of Love in Bloom with @redhead-wine-and-literature-club Violet - Loyalty and Faithfulness. I actually really like how this came out, I love this idea, and I loved writing it. Bucky really loves his partner, but sometimes has to do things he doesn’t like on missions. Enjoy and thanks for reading!😘 
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When Bucky came home after his most recent mission, he dropped his bag and came straight to you, taking you in his arms and holding you tightly. He didn't say anything, he didn't have to. You knew what he was feeling. You'd missed him just as much, and had been counting down the days until you'd be back in his arms.
Minutes passed, Bucky just holding you and breathing you in, his hands eventually rubbing over your back, then reaching to cup your face and pull you in for a deep kiss. You melted into it, showing him how you missed him as well, reaching your hands to tangle through his short hair. Bucky hummed, resting his forehead against yours when he pulled away.
“I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too, Buck. Wanna take a shower?” He nodded, wanting to wash the mission away before anything else. You took his hand, leading him to the bathroom and starting the shower. When you’d both undressed, you climbed in, moving so you could both stand under the hot water. Bucky hummed again, his eyes closing as the water washed over him, and you soaped him up, running your hands over firm skin and toned muscle, massaging into his shoulders and then down his arms. He stood for a while, just enjoying the feel of your hands on him, before he washed his hair, then turned to take you in his arms.
Bucky pulled you close, kissing you firmly, licking along your bottom lip to gain deeper access. When your lips parted, he practically dove in, kissing you hard, stealing your breath, and he pulled your hips flush to his, his hard length eager and pressing against you. He urged you against the wall, his kisses growing hungrier and his hands feeling over every inch of your skin. When his lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, and down your throat, you rolled your hips against him, reaching down to wrap your hand around his length.
He actually whimpered from your touch, his assault on your heated skin faltering. You shushed him gently, stroking him with a firm, but slow, pace and he buried his face in your neck, his hands planted on the wall on either side of you.
“I hate it, doll. Hate undercover.” He grunted, his hips bucking into your hand. Your other hand came up to cup the back of his neck. You cooed in his ear reassuringly.
“I know baby, it’s ok, it’s for work.”
“I had to kiss her,” he admitted, his voice low and upset, like he was angry with himself. You just squeezed, trailing your lips over the skin of his shoulder, shushing him gently again. “All I could think about was y-you.” His voice faltered and he bucked into your hand again, a soft groan falling from his lips now. He started rolling his hips in time with your hand, his breathing growing heavier, losing himself in you again.
“Bucky, I know you’re faithful,” you told him gently. “I never doubt that. Never.” Bucky reached down then to slow your hand, lifting his head and looking into your eyes. His shone with love and fire, and then his hands were on your hips and he was picking you up, pressing you against the wall and crashing against your mouth again, reaching down to line himself up with your aching entrance.
“Need you,” he grunted, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him close, urging him into you. Bucky moaned loudly as he slid inside, the feeling of you around him again feeling like home, grounding, and familiar. He’d missed you, hated how he had to pretend while he was gone, and even though you both knew and both understood, nothing compared to being home with you. He fucked you hard, not holding back, letting himself get lost in you, and your cries rang out as he pounded into you.
“Bucky, yes, fuck yes!” You didn’t hold back, letting him hear you, letting you know how good he made you feel. He was yours, and you were his, and you knew you’d spend the night showing each other all your love and devotion, just as you did every time he came back from undercover. He needed something real, something familiar, and you loved nothing more than to be that for him.
Soon the room was filled with both of your sounds, grunting and moaning and calling out each others’ name as you shuddered, reaching your climaxes fast and hard. You clung to Bucky’s shoulders, whimpering and panting, and he fell against you, bracing himself against the wall and slowly lowering you down to your feet.
“Sorry baby,” he gasped. “I couldn’t… I just needed…” You took his head in your hands and kissed his lips gently, slowly, pulling away and stepping into the water again. Bucky followed, unable to let go of you.
“I needed it too Bucky,” you paused, eyes sparkling, and a grin grew on his face, knowing exactly what you were thinking. “We’re not done yet. Now, finish up in here, and take me to bed.”
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dollslayer · 3 years
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Botanical Interest - For Luck
Soft!Mob!Steve Rogers x Florist!Reader
Summary: Steve introduces you to some of the most important people in his life, but are you ready for all that comes with it?
W/C: 4,743
Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, angst, gambling
A/N: When I saw @redhead-wine-and-literature-club was doing a floral based challenge I couldn't pass up the opportunity to add to this series! April 28th - Cornflower - good-luck charm. Even though this is part of a series of oneshots it can be read as a standalone! If you like it please like/reblog/comment and check out my other fics! Cheers!
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The sunlight through the windows warms your skin while the breeze of the small fan on the counter gives you goosebumps. Dog days of Summer slowly set in over the city and with them came a slight dip in business. No one wants a rooftop wedding when it’s 100 degrees out and the drinks are watered down with sweat. You didn’t mind though, it let you put in a little extra time and care to the orders you did have.
You picked up a stem of cornflower and nestled it between snapdragons and lisianthus. It was so dreamy you couldn’t help but sigh, you almost wished it was for yourself. It was for an elopement, an eager young couple came in this morning all smiles asking if you could take the last minute order. Feeling a little sappy from your own relationship you couldn’t turn them down.
You started in on the boutonniere when the music you had on was paused. Curious, you looked at your phone to find you had an incoming call. You balanced the phone in between your shoulder and ear as you gathered supplies.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Doll. How are you?” Steve’s warm voice greeted you.
You smiled into the receiver. “I’m good, just working on the last order of the day. What are you up to?”
“Well actually that’s what I called to ask you. You free tonight?”
“You can meet me at the shop in an hour. Sound good?” You promised.
“Sounds like a plan. I love you, doll, I’ll see you soon.”
After returning his affections you hung up and set to work, excited to be finished and see Steve. Despite his involvement with the mob, which neither of you had really addressed head-on yet, things were going really well. Even though he was involved with murky dealings he was sweet to you and you were in love with him. You tried to plan your night with Steve in your head as you worked.
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The ringing of a bell roused you from your work, expecting to see the young couple here to pick up their flowers. You were instead face to face with Steve’s handsome smirk and playful eyes. Your smile grew wider as he approached the counter. You held the boutonniere up to the lapel of his jacket and eyed it from a distance.
“Do I have a hot date I didn’t know about?” He joked.
“No!” You giggled, “The flowers are for a couple that came in the shop this morning, they’re going to elope and the groom’s got your complexion, thought I’d see how this looks on you before I finish”
“Oh? And how do I look as a groom?” He questioned.
Your cheeks heated instantly and you felt shy. You managed to squeak out that he looked nice before you had to turn away to box up the flowers. You couldn’t help the stupid smile on your face. You and Steve never talked about marriage before but things were getting serious between you. Maybe he just felt extra cheeky today.
“I like the blue, very colorful”
“They’re cornflowers, they’re a good luck charm! I figured they were fitting for their little wedding. So what did you have in mind for tonight? It’s too hot to sit on the patio but I’ve got a pint of ice cream with our names on it in the freezer at home” You raised your eyebrows in offer.
“Well actually, I was hoping you could be my good luck charm tonight. Bucky’s got a few of us getting together tonight for poker and you’ve yet to meet my friends. What do you say?”
Oh. You weren’t sure what to say. You hadn’t met his friends yet because you were uncomfortable with his mob work and you knew they were involved. But you also knew they were his friends and they were important to him. It’s not like you could avoid them forever. Poker with a mob boss? Sure why not?
You put on a slightly uneasy smile and nodded.
“Well I have to tell you, I haven’t played in forever but I would love to meet your friends” You told him.
“I promise, no shop talk. But I’ve been telling them about you. Buck’s wife Natasha has been dying to meet you. I also promise not to make you play poker.” He said with an easy grin.
“Alright, I just have to wait on this couple to pick up their flowers and close up. Shouldn’t be more than 20 minutes. You can wait here if you want but I’ve got no A/C”
Steve nodded and took off his jacket. He rolled up his sleeves and loosened his tie.
“For you? I’ll sweat it out.” He said.
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After a quick pit stop at your place to change you were on your way. You smiled in the passenger’s seat, still reeling from the look on the young bride’s face when she saw her bouquet. That was undoubtedly the best part of your job, seeing the joy on your customer’s faces when they saw their arrangements. Maybe this feeling could carry you through the night.
The tires of Steve’s Audi crunched under the gravel of the long driveway up to Bucky’s estate. Steve told you he had a townhouse in Brooklyn but for the most part they stayed at their estate outside of the city. You looked up at the facade of the house and admired the ivy that clung to the bricks.
Parking the car Steve got out and quickly made his way to your side to let you out. Just one of the many old-fashioned quirks that he had. You accepted his hand as he helped you out of the car and leaned up to kiss his cheek. His hand traveled down to rub your back reassuringly. You looked up at him.
“Don’t worry, they’ll love you. Natasha can be intense but she means well. Just be yourself and they’ll love you just as much as I do.” He kissed your hair to soothe you and lead you towards the door.
Steve nodded at the man at the door. “Scott. Nice to see you, this is my girlfriend”
You smiled and gave him your name. “It’s nice to meet you, Scott”.
He smiled and greeted you in kind, lifting his hand to shake yours. When he did his jacket rode up and you could see the holster and butt of his gun. You ignored it and shook his hand.
Scott opened the door for you and you entered the house. Mansion, might be a better word honestly. Marble floors, oak woodwork, all the look of any house you’d find in the area and all in line with how you’d think a rich mob boss might live. The foyer was empty but you could hear voices in the distance.
Steve waltzed through the halls like he lived here, when he was at work he probably practically did. The space was teeming with energy as they bantered on with trash talk and promises of beating one another. Men sat at a round table drinking, waiting to deal cards and women standing around sipping on wine.
One man looked familiar from the pictures you’d seen around Steve’s place. His sharp jaw and long dark hair drew your attention instantly; Bucky Barnes, King of Brooklyn. His brows were pinched together in a scowl but he had a playful grin on his face. You steeled yourself the best you could and prepared for your introduction. Just think of him as Steve’s childhood best friend.
“Steve! ‘Bout time you showed up you bastard!” an accented voice belonging to a tall blond man with long hair called. He clapped a hand on Steve’s shoulder. “And are you the enchantress that our dear friend goes on and on about? Now that I’m meeting you I can see why!”
Steve let out an embarrassed laugh and motioned towards his friend. “This is Thor, don’t let the muscle fool you, he’s a total teddy bear”
You gave him your name and extended your hand when he brought you in for a bone-crushing hug. You let out a laugh and hugged him back, grateful for something to ease the tension you felt.
“How’s that for a warm welcome, huh?” A voice sounded from behind you.
Thor released you from your hug and you took a desperately needed breath. He patted you on the shoulder.
“Wanted to make our dear Steven’s girl feel at home, that’s all” Thor explained. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I look forward to beating your boyfriend at poker.” You laughed at that and turned to face the man who spoke earlier.
That man was none other than Bucky, who reached out for your hand. You gave it to him and he instead lifted it to give a gentle kiss.
“I can’t believe I’m meeting the one and only. Stevie here won’t shut up about you sometimes. I’m Bucky but I’m sure you already knew that.”
“I’ve heard about you too, it’s nice to finally meet.” You nodded as you took your hand back.
“I’m afraid I need to steal your man, we’ve been waiting on him to start the game but tell you what, why don’t you go find my wife Natasha, I know she’s been dying to meet you.”
Great, not at all intimidating. Okay fine just smile and breathe. Maybe get a drink. You smiled at Bucky. “The redhead, right?” He nodded and sent you on your way. One last look at Steve you shot him a worried look but he only winked at you.
You looked around the room and shrunk in on yourself a bit. You were never the best with social outings or being in new environments. You looked around again and found the very redhead you had been in search of smirking at you from the corner. She was dressed in a sleek black dress and looked effortlessly beautiful but also like she could strangle a man with her bare hands. You steeled yourself with a smile you’re sure she saw straight through.
“So you’re the one responsible for the flowers at my wedding?” You nodded Pleasesayyoulikedthempleasesayyoulikedthem “I loved them! The wedding planner recommended you and I’m so glad she did. It’s so hard to find a good color pallet but you nailed it. Come on, you need a drink then I’ll introduce you to the girls”
She ushered you towards the kitchen where she took the waiting wine glass from the counter and handed it to you. You didn’t like red but you’d drink it anyways. You brought the glass to your lips and took a sip.
You two talked for a bit in the kitchen, maybe she wasn’t as scary as she seemed. You tipped the stem of your glass until there was nothing left. Before you could ask for different wine she was topping you off from the same bottle. Another round of apprehensive sips and hidden grimaces but you thanked her regardless. It was now your goal to find the sociable sweet spot of drunkenness. You could feel blood rushing to your cheeks from the alcohol as tipsiness settled in.
Natasha raised an eyebrow and considered you for a moment.
“So how are you handling the whole organized crime thing? Gotta say, I didn’t peg you as his type but you guys are cute.”
You stopped yourself from spitting the wine in your mouth back into the glass.
“Um, thanks, I guess” You sputtered, “we uh, try to keep things separate. Figure it’s best for both of us.”
Natasha nodded, taking another drink herself.
“That’s probably best but I mean, how long can you keep that up, really?” She asked
You hated to admit it but she had a point. It’s not like the thought hadn’t crossed your mind. You opened your mouth to answer her when a man walked into the room and called your name. You looked expectantly (and slightly gratefully) towards him.
“I believe your man has requested your presence at the table. Somethin’ about needing a cornflower? I don’t know he said you’d get it. What are you two gossipin’ about in here anyways?” He questioned.
Natasha spoke before you could “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that, Sam. We’re right behind you.” Sam nodded and retreated back to the doorway to wait for you.
Natasha touched your shoulder and you looked to her.
“Look, I didn’t mean to come off so brash, I guess I’m just trying to say, I know that being involved in this life isn’t easy. We’ll swap numbers later. Maybe we’ll go to lunch” She winked at you. You couldn’t tell if she was being serious or not but you nodded anyways.
“I-Thank you, I think I’d like that. I’d better go find Steve though” you excused yourself and made your way back to the table.
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Steve Rogers was having a good night. He finally got to introduce his friends to his girl, she seemed to be relaxing a bit and having a better time, and he was well on his way to getting a straight flush this hand. The only thing that would seal the deal is his good luck charm by his side.
Steve called to Sam across the room and as soon as Sam walked over and bent Steve spoke.
“Sam, could you do me a solid and find my girl? Think she went to get a drink with Nat. Tell her I need cornflowers”
“Man if this is some weird sex thing I’m gonna be mad” Sam said with a mixture of confusion and disgust.
“Oh, please. Nothin’ like that, promise. She’ll know what it means.” Steve pat his friend on the shoulder and paid attention as Thor dealt cards.
A minute later his girl was walking through the door with an uneasy smile on her face. Something is wrong but he can’t gauge how serious it is. Sam says something to make her laugh and he settles on asking her later. Natasha saunters out behind them looking almost amused but cautious. Like she was regretting something. She’d probably just tried to give his girl the third degree when Sam interrupted them. It’s for the best, that’s too much for one night.
His girl smiles as she approaches him, looking slightly more at ease when she takes another sip of her wine. Her smile was a little looser and she moved a bit more freely, definitely tipsy and completely adorable with that grin on her lips.
“How are things going over here for you boys?”
Gauging how tipsy she was, he patted his knee in offering and she took it with a shy smile. Only slightly. But enough not to worry so much.
“Well, sweetheart, I’m about to kick all their asses and I figured I could use a good luck charm to seal the deal.” He boasted.
“Oh,” she said in realization, “Then I’m all yours”. She settled into his lap and watched on.
Her face was nothing short of endearing as she tried to concentrate and take in the game. He remembered she said she hadn’t been good at poker but it was sweet she was trying to pay attention anyways and be there for him.
“What’s the pot?” She asked.
“Nothin’ serious, there’s a pretty nice box of cigars and a weekend at Buck’s place in the Hamptons in the mix but we don’t do cash at get togethers like this, that’s for boy’s nights only.” He explained as he rubbed her back with his free hand. “Tonight’s just about fun”
She nodded as she studied the table some more before resigning to laying her head against his and listening to whatever bullshit Clint was on about. Steve was focused on getting others at the table to fold, he knew he had a good hand and a good chance of winning, he just needed the others to back down to bring it home.
Thor placed the final community card face up and Steve set out a low whistle. Others at the table looked a little miffed but he just knew he was taking it all. He set down his cards to a chorus of groans as he raked all the chips towards himself. You placed a kiss to his temple and he returned one to your cheek.
“Just the good luck I needed” he said loud enough for the table to hear.
“Hey Steve you gotta come see this!”
Steve tsked in annoyance. “Can it wait? I’m up and we were gonna keep playing. I’ll be there after”
“No, you should go. Let her play a hand for you, we can get to know each other better” Bucky suggested.
“Oh, I don’t think you want me playing poker.” She laughed but nervousness was the only emotion he could see on your face. He opened his mouth to protest but was cut off.
“She’ll be fine, we’ll go easy on her, I mean it. If it makes you feel better we’ll even hold the pot. This round is just for shits.” Bucky insisted.
Caught between wanting to ask how you felt about it and not wanting to get flak about being so sensitive Steve tilted his head in silent asking at you.
You gave him the same unsure smile you’d had all night and nodded up at him. “I’ll be fine, Stevie, promise.”
He gave her a reassuring smile and then turned his eye to Bucky who was all smiles. He knew exactly what Bucky was trying to do. Buck knows she doesn’t know anything but he’s gonna turn the screws on her just like he does with anyone new at the table. Steve gave him a stern expression in warning. Don’t scare her off.
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You could hear your heart beating in your ears as you tried to decide what to do. Take it slow. You told yourself. You looked up to find all the eyes at the table on you and did your best to calm yourself.
“So who’s dealing?” A man you hadn’t previously met swiped the cards and began shuffling.
“Look, I know we said we’d put the pot on hold but Laura’s been bugging me about a vacation and I don’t know that I can pass up this opportunity to steal from Steve so easily, so” The man you’d come to know as Clint trailed off. You did your best not to be offended.
“Shut up, Barton. I promised Steve, we just wanna have a little fun, don’t we?” Bucky asked.
Is he asking me?
You decided to take a sip of your wine instead and he chuckled.
“So,” Bucky turned to you, “I know that you know about what we do, there’s no point in denying it. The question is are you going to be a problem for us or do you know how to keep things to yourself?”
Frozen in fear you could only manage to look at the rest of the table, hoping to find that this was all a joke. Instead, every face looking to you was stony and waiting on an answer. God, this man was made for Natasha, that much is clear. Your eyes darted around the room looking for an out. Where is Steve? Where the fuck is Steve?
You don’t find him, but you do find Natasha looking at you, she smiles and looks to her husband before she shakes her head. She makes her way over to her husband and lightly smacks him in the back of the head.
The look of surprise on his face ruins his silent and aggressive front as he winces in pain. He looks in slight annoyance at his wife as she tsks at him.
“Will you stop already? She’s a smart girl and you don’t need to go scaring her off. In fact, I hope she beats you. I wouldn’t be surprised if she did.” Natasha sounded so confident. You warmed to the fact that she was in your corner when you were practically a stranger in her home.
“Aw c’mon, Babe, I was only messin’ with her.” Bucky turned to Nat and she just challenged him with a smile.
You didn’t know why Natasha has suddenly become so supportive, maybe she felt bad about earlier but you were grateful to her. She pulled up a chair between the two of you to watch and motioned to the dealer to continue. You finished your second glass and prepared yourself for the night ahead. Any chance they had of you going easy on them went out the window.
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You lost the first hand graciously, saying you hadn’t played poker since you were in college as an excuse for your loss. But when Steve was still busy and Bucky offered another round you accepted. You decided to put your full effort in this time.
Twenty minutes later everyone at the table was feeling confident in their hands, staring at each other like some sort of Mexican standoff, willing the others to fold. You could tell by the way Clint kept scratching the cut on his chin that he was screwed and he knew it. Thor couldn’t go more than 5 seconds without nervous laughing.
But Bucky? He was a tough read but about half way through the round his leg started bouncing. You knew this because he was bumping into Natasha, who’s wine was sloshing around in the glass despite her stillness. These clods didn’t stand a chance.
The dealer, Vision, you’d learned, called for everyone to show their cards. Here goes. One by one everyone set their cards down until finally it was your turn. You set them down but focused on your opponents faces. Everyone looked confused, shocked even. You had laid down a royal flush and handily smoked them all.
“Holy shit”
“Holy shit indeed”
“Told you so” Nat teased.
You smiled at all of them and drank from your newly topped off glass of wine - white this time. A warm pair of hands rested on your shoulders and you looked up to find Steve smiling down at you.
“What’s going on over here, gentlemen?”
“Well, Steve, I think your girl is hustlin’ us. Thought you said you hadn’t played since college?” Bucky turned to you. You couldn’t gauge how angry he was but you decided to be honest.
“I haven’t,” you began, “But when I did I was pretty damn good. You just assumed I didn’t know what I was doing.” You shrugged.
The room was tense, it felt like everyone was looking to Bucky to see what to do next. He broke out into a wide smile and a low chuckle turned into hearty laugh. Everyone visibly relaxed.
“I gotta say, Steve. She isn’t what I expected, but she’s sure somethin’”
“A girl after my own heart” Natasha added.
Steve bent down to kiss your head. You stood from the table and offered him your seat. Nat put a hand on your shoulder.
“Steve I’m going to steal her again, the girls will probably want to hear all about your little cardshark.”
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He had to admit, he was completely blown away by your little stunt at the table. He thought back to earlier when you watched him play. You weren’t trying to desperately understand the game, you were studying your opponents. He couldn’t deny it was kinda hot. You were full of surprises.
He smiled thinking that you were no different than the day you met, timid but aggressive when you need to be. That’s my girl.
The rest of the night came and went without incident, Steve didn’t end up taking home the pot but he did have a conversation with Bucky.
“She and I don’t talk about work. She knows that what we do isn’t exactly reputable but let’s face it, anyone in Brooklyn would. She doesn’t know and she doesn’t want to.”
Bucky took a long drag from his glass of bourbon and nodded.
“But if she ever did I hope she’s smart enough to know she has to keep what she knows to herself. We can’t afford any slip ups.”
Steve’s fists clenched and he controlled his anger enough not to snap at Bucky. He was his best friend but Bucky was still the boss and Steve knew how much was at stake.
“Not that it’s any of my business but you love this girl, right?” Steve swallowed thickly and nodded.
“Then how the hell are you gonna manage that? Keepin’ your two worlds separate? I mean, you just gonna walk her down the aisle and live happily forever keeping half your life from her? I need to know that if push came to shove she wouldn’t sell us out. Things are fine for now but you know that you’re either in or you’re out. I care about you, Steve, you’re my best friend but you need to see straight.”
Steve looked away, his jaw clenched as he ground his teeth. He knew Bucky was right. He loved you but he owed his life to Bucky, he was his brother. But he loved you. They were careful in their work and he knew any feds that tried to come after them wouldn’t find a thing. He could put this issue into a box and seal the lid tightly, at least for a while.
“I know you’re right. I love her and she’s a good woman. She wouldn’t say anything because she doesn’t know anything. And she never will.”
He left Bucky to stand on his own in search of you. He found you laughing with Laura, Wanda and Nat. He smiled at how welcomed you seemed to feel despite the rocky start.
“You ready to go, doll?”
You turned around and smiled at him. You looked back at the girls and then reluctantly back to him but nodded.
“Guess we’d better go, I’ve got to get down to the flower market at open tomorrow morning”
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After a very long round of goodbyes you swapped numbers with Nat with promises of future lunch plans. The night had turned out worlds better than you thought that it would. You served a bunch of men their own egos on a silver platter and didn’t get murdered for it and you even made friends.
Still though Nat’s words echoed in your mind ‘how long can you keep that up, really?’ Little did you know but the same thoughts troubled Steve. You knew eventually you would have to make a choice if you ever wanted to get more serious than you were with each other, you just didn’t know what choice you’d make.
The ride home was quiet but not tense. He held your hand a little tighter than usual but you thought maybe he was just excited you had gotten on so well with your friends. He pulled up to your building and put the car in park.
“So do you think they liked me? I mean, other than hustling them at poker I’d say I made a pretty good impression”
Steve chuckled, “Yeah, doll. Gotta say, the whole cardshark thing? Kinda hot, didn’t know you had that in you, you little fiend.”
You rolled your eyes playfully and grinned at him. “I wasn’t gonna but Clint started talking shit.”
“Then he deserved his ass kicked” Steve joked. “I’d come up but I know you’ve got an early morning. Thank you for coming and meeting everyone tonight, I know that you want to keep things separate but these people are family to me, it means a lot that you met them”
You nodded and smiled. You told yourself you didn’t need to make the choice between getting involved with his work and keeping it apart from the other aspects of your life but it seems that by meeting them you had already made one.
Maybe you could talk more to Nat about this, she’d know what your situation is like more than anyone. For now though you decided to focus on the present reality, you had a good night and you had fun and now you’re about to kiss the man you love.
“Of course” you whispered. You kissed him slowly, trying to put off the sleepless night you were surely about to have.
“Goodnight, sweetheart. I’ll call you tomorrow. I love you”
“I love you too, Stevie”
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itsjustmelainey · 3 years
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Before You Go
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: You’re in love with Bucky. He tells you he doesn’t feel the same which is a huge blow to you.
Warnings: Angst, sadness, unrequited love, just lots of sadness I’m sorry 😭
Author’s Notes: I’m a bit late but this is for @redhead-wine-and-literature-club’s Love in Bloom, Day 21: Yellow Chrysanthemum “Unrequited Love.” Clearly I didn’t break your hearts enough the first time I wrote an unrequited love fic, so here’s another! Big thank you to @eurynome827 for reading this, you’re a gem! 🤍
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It was a nerve wracking day for you. Today was the day you had planned on telling your crush Bucky that you were in love with him. The girls gave you the much needed courage to spill the beans and come clean about your feelings before it was too late. Wanda kept reminding you that he wouldn’t stay single forever, and the sooner you got it over with, the sooner you’ll get your happy ever after.
He was all you could ever think about; you woke up thinking about him, and went to sleep thinking about him. Not being able to touch and kiss him whenever you wanted was starting to make you crazy.
So you waited patiently for Bucky to finish his shower. You sat on the edge of his mattress with your hands between your thighs and your heart feeling like it was about to burst out of your chest any second. Minutes later, Bucky appeared. Clad in black sweatpants and a matching T-shirt, his damp hair sticking to his neck made you want to reach out.
“You okay?” He asks, his tone calm and soft like it usually was around you. He joined you on the bed, he used the shower gel you loved so much, you had to refrain from leaning in and taking a deep sniff.
“I am okay, are you okay?” Your voice was shaky, if Bucky noticed he chose not to comment on it.
It wasn’t unusual for you to sit on his bed and wait for him to finish his shower, it’s something you often did and he didn’t mind. “So what do you want-”
“I’m in love with you.” You blurred out before you could stop the words from tumbling out from your mouth. Idiot!
Bucky’s eyes grew wide as he took in your words, then you noticed that familiar frown he always seemed to have when he wasn’t happy.
“Uh…”
“I’m sorry, but it’s true. Buck, you’re the best thing in my life and I just had to tell you because it was driving me insane.”
“Y/N, I-”
“I know it’s a lot right now, with your recovery and everything but-”
“Y/N. Can I speak?” His tone came off sharper than he intended. You swallowed thickly, and nodded.
“I’m flattered, I really am. But I’m not ready for that, I’m not sure I will be ready for that… with you. I see you as a teammate and a friend.”
Oh, ouch.
���Oh.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound so blunt but I’m just being honest with you.”
You wanted to cry, you could feel the pain in your chest but crying in front of Bucky wouldn’t have been a good idea. You smiled through it and shrugged it off like it was no big deal, like he didn’t just punch a hole through your chest.
“No, it’s okay. It’s okay, I appreciate your honesty and, uh yeah. So I guess I should go before I embarrass myself even more.” You croaked, your throat felt tight, and tears would fall any second now. Bucky said nothing as you sheepishly stood up, keeping your head low as you left his room. Sadness swam in his irises as the door closed, guilt eating away at him. He knows he should go after you to give you a hug and reassurance he still needs you. He’s about to open the door when he hears Wanda’s voice on the other side.
“Are you okay?” She asks, opening her arms up to you.
“It feels like the end of the world.”
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eurynome827 · 3 years
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Dahlia: A Momentous Occasion
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For Bucky's Game Nights - a request via this ask. Also @redhead-wine-and-literature-club Love In Bloom Challenge - dahlia represents "momentous occasion" and all of these pieces fit together 💞
No Warnings but my blogs are 18+ spaces always.
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Labels didn't mean anything to you. You were Bucky's, and Bucky was yours, and that was all you needed to know.
But as time moved on, you started to sense that Bucky felt a little differently. That old fashioned sensibility was creeping in, and every once in a while a comment about making you an honest woman would sneak in.
You always laughed - but to Bucky Barnes this wasn't a joke, and he was making plans.
Sitting in your office going blind on reports, you look up at the knock on your door, and glance at Sam and Steve in surprise.
"Hey, you two," you stand and walk over to them. "You've never come to visit me before. Is everything okay?"
"Yes, everything is fine," Steve soothes you immediately. "We're here for Bucky."
You're still concerned. "Is he alright?"
Sam pulls his hand from behind his back and presents you with a bouquet of dahlias, blushing pink petals. "Oh my gosh, they're gorgeous," you take them, and look at Sam's beaming face. "But why didn't Bucky bring them down?"
"It's a surprise!" Sam knocks into Steve's shoulder, and they both start off down the hall. "There's a card in the flowers!"
You're staring after them for a moment, still confused, until it clicks in your head. Card, in the flowers. Looking amongst the blooms you pull out - the Longest Road card from Catan? Turning it over, you see a post-it note stuck to the back and Bucky's firm handwriting.
We've been walking on the longest road, but as long as you're holding my hand I know I'll be fine.
Tears begin to cloud your eyes at the sweetness, but then you notice another sentence on the bottom. Go to the pool table.
What is he up to? You tell a few of your colleagues that you need to go up to the residence floors and anxiously fidget in the elevator on your way. The room is empty but the Sorry game board is sitting on the pool table, with another note.
I'm sorry I didn't find you sooner, but you jumped into my life at the right time.
Go to our room.
You laugh, a short sound heavy with emotion, as you start to suspect what's going on. Rushing through the halls, you open your door and find this room empty as well - but on your bed is the Twister spinner board, and along with a note, the "During Sex I Like To Think About" card from Cards Against Humanity. You laugh out loud, and read Bucky's note.
I love getting twisted up with you.
He's drawn some smiles and a little pornographic sketch underneath and you can't stop giggling. Then, your next instruction.
Go to the kitchen.
Now you're running down the halls. You're vaguely aware that everyone is probably watching you on the cameras and going bonkers but all you can think of is finding Bucky. In the kitchen the Monopoly game board sits on the counter. The note reads:
If you're ready to pass Go, find me in the common room.
You leave your bouquet and notes on the counter and hurry around the corner.
Bucky's standing in the center of the room, holding your well-worn deck of cards that you're just realizing he must have taken from your bag before you went to work that morning. Stuck in the middle of the deck, a diamond ring sparkles in the light. But Bucky shines brighter, all dressed up and smiling at you and he takes your breath away, always.
You're frozen to the spot, but he gets on one knee.
"Doll, will you -"
"Yes!"
"Can you let me ask first?"
"Yes."
"Will you marry me?"
"I have to think about it."
Bucky laughs, his head falls back and you go to him, kneeling with him. "Yes," you whisper before kissing him hard. "Yes."
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Red Rose
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For @redhead-wine-and-literature-club Love In Bloom Challenge - the flower is the red rose which represents "love and desire"... Andy Barber wants to be more and tonight he proves it.
Warnings: soft and vague smut including oral (f receiving) - my blogs are 18+ spaces always.
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The bouquet of red roses sat on your desk, intimidating you with their impressiveness.
You'd never received such an extravagant show of affection, and even after deflecting all the questions from your colleagues you still couldn't stop smiling at the sight of them.
The card, signed with his name in his strong handwriting, was saved in your bag, a remembrance.
You've really outdone yourself.
The text, sent at lunchtime, was returned quickly.
I wanted to make you smile.
You bit back your grin, feeling almost giddy, and answered him.
Mission accomplished.
Plans are set, and when you arrive home and hear Andy in the kitchen it's not a surprise. Leaving your coat and bag at the door, and kicking off your shoes, you tiptoe to the kitchen door to sneak a peek at him cooking before he catches you. He's still in his slacks and button down shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, tie loosened. He looks more comfortable every day in your life, and you're happy to be moving forward, and finding him in your house after work cooking dinner makes it feel more like a home, like ours instead of yours alone.
"Hey."
His greeting snaps you out of your reverie, and you smile and step into the room. "Hey. I was admiring the view."
"So was I," he flirts with you, leaving the stove to pull you into his arms and kiss you - more than a standard greeting. He has intentions tonight, you can see. The roses and the dinner, it's all meant to show you that this is more, you are more, and you don't want to say anything and draw attention to it. You just want to live it.
You help him finish up the cooking, eat together and clean up together. You're used to this, coaxing him out of his shell with the routines of domesticity. But when you turn to him after starting the dishwasher to ask what movie he wants to watch tonight, and see him staring at you like you're the dessert, the words are caught in your throat along with your breath.
"Come to bed with me."
It's not a question, but the answer is yes regardless.
Up the stairs to the bedroom, and his hands never stray from you. He pauses on the landing halfway up to kiss you and you wind your fingers in that nearly undone tie, holding him close to you. This is different - the air is heavy with it, the humidity of desire is palpable. It's needy and demanding in a way that's never been between the two of you before, when you spoke the language of comfort.
"I need you," he finally groans out, both of you breathless and half-dressed on the stairway landing.
"You have me," you answer, pulling him the rest of the way.
He's gentle but sure of himself as he guides you back where he wants you, so he can worship you between your legs, his beard scratching your thighs and your hands clutching at his hair. It's purposeful, like everything else today. His tongue is telling you he's here, he's all in, this is where I want to be.
"Come for me, honey."
It's impossible not to.
When he looks up at you and smiles, almost laughs at how wrecked you look already, you can't help but giggle too - his hair sticking out from your grabby fingers, mouth and beard soaked with you. You reach out for him and he complies, his body aligning with yours and when you feel him enter you, you know.
He's coming home.
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marvelgirl7 · 3 years
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Peony
I’m so excited to be taking part in the  @redhead-wine-and-literature-club For Love In Bloom Challenge - The flower for today is Peony. 
I made a moodboard as well as a short little Drabble to go with the Drabble I Hope you all enjoy!
Divider made by the amazing @whimsicalrogers​
Warnings: None cute shy fluffy Bucky
Parings: Bucky X You
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The Peony’s rest in your hands as you walk towards Bucky your dress flowing as you walk. You could see Bucky’s shy smile as he stared at you his blue eyes shining.
“Hi he whispers.” You chuckle as you take his hand.
“Hi.” He gently and shyly kisses your cheek.
“Are you sure you want to marry me? You can back out now.” Smiling and holding his metal hand tightly you shake your head staring in those deep blue eyes of his. 
“I’ve never been so sure of anything else in my life. I love you James Buchanan Barnes.”
As the judge says the words biding you two together forever Bucky just stares loving at you. 
His smile was just as beautiful as the Peony’s you were holding maybe slightly more.
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It's Time For Spring Flowers...
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A daily prompt challenge for April 2021 with the Redhead Wine & Literature Club!
Participate in this challenge with drabbles, moodboards, edits - it’s your choice! Whether it’s for every day or just a few, we welcome you. Please use #rwlc love in bloom challenge when posting, and be sure to tag us. If we haven’t reblogged your entry, please send us an ask! A masterlist will be created for the challenge!
*Content Guidelines: whether you are submitting prompts or participating in our challenges we would appreciate the following: no noncon/dubcon, incest, underage smut.*
This is an 18+ space always!
List of Accepted Characters
Prompts:
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It's time to bloom...
Love, Scarlett and Ruby
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jobean12-blog · 3 years
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A Delicate Touch
Pairing: Bucky x reader
Word Count: 400
Summary: Bucky loves when you run your fingers through his hair and beard. 
Author’s Note: This is for the @redhead-wine-and-literature-club​ Love in Bloom Challange and day 7: morning glory which stands for affection. One of my favorite ways to show Bucky attention would definitely be having my fingers in his hair and beard, lot’s of soft touches and cuddles. Thanks so much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf​
Warnings: soft and sweet fluff
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You’re so caught up in your book that you don’t realize Bucky has fallen asleep. You continue to card your fingers through his soft hair, scratching softly along his scalp with your nails while his head lays in your lap. He lets out a contended sigh and shifts slightly, turning his head toward your stomach.
When you look down you see his dark eyelashes flutter against his cheek and move your fingers down to his beard. With a soft touch you brush your fingers over the soft hair and gently tickle him with your nails.
“That feels really nice baby girl,” he mumbles, throwing his arm around your waist.
You smile and continue reading, tracing your fingers over his jaw and scratching through the hair above his lip. He kisses your fingers as they move down and back to his beard.
“Can you do my hair again?” he asks, barely above a whisper.
His hand squeezes your waist when he feels your nails brush over his scalp and start massaging. You place your book down and use both hands, loving how peaceful he looks. His lips are parted in steady breaths as you work your way back to his beard.
When he finally starts to stir you lift your arms over your head and stretch, squealing when his lips meet the sliver of exposed skin above your bellybutton. He sticks his head under your shirt and continues placing feather light kisses along your smooth skin, moaning when you bury your fingers back into his hair.
Your touch is soft and unhurried as your fingertips graze his neck. He moves so that you can lay down next to him and then pulls you against his chest, tangling his legs with yours. His calloused fingers trace the delicate lines of your face, his eyes following each movement.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen baby girl.”
You can feel the heat rise to your cheeks and you watch his eyes crinkle in a gentle but knowing smile.
“Thank you,” you reply softly, ghosting your nails down his chest.
He hums in satisfaction and wraps his metal arm around you. You bury your fingers back in his hair and rest your cheek over his heart, snuggling as close as possible in the small space. His flesh hand finds your free hand and he interlaces his fingers with yours, kissing each one softly.
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jobean12-blog · 3 years
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Tag! You’re It!
Pairing: Bucky x reader 
Word Count: 1,220
Summary: You convince Tony to let the team play Laser Tag and you get paired with Bucky on team Cap. 
Author’s Note: This is for the @redhead-wine-and-literature-club Love in Bloom Challenge and day 28: Cornflower which means good-luck charm. I didn’t use the actual flower this time but the meaning is here. Also, laser tag is so fun, I’d love to be on Bucky’s team! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf
Warnings: lots of flirting, fun and fluffs! :) 
NO SPOILERS HERE!!!
Thank you so much to @jamesbrns for this awesome gif :) Just imagine it’s a laser tag gun instead of a real one haha :D 
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Love in Bloom Masterlist
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“Why do you get to pick who’s on our team punk? Don’t Sam and I get a say in this? Bucky grumbles.
Steve sets his hands at his hips and purses his lips. “I didn’t say you couldn’t help Buck and if there is someone you want on our team so badly just say it! You’ve been a pain this whole time.”
Bucky now smiles, shooting Sam a sideways glance before blurting out your name.
“I KNEW IT!” Sam shouts triumphantly. “Alright Steve, they are definitely paired up. You’re stuck with me.”
Bucky doesn’t bother to hide his happiness at being your teammate, walking off with extra pep in his step as Sam and Steve’s laughter follow him.
The next day everyone is seated in the common room and you’re bouncing in your seat with excitement. Tony stands in the center and pulls up his holographic screen.
“Alright Avengers. We’ve got my team here on the right and Steve’s team on your left,” Tony states. “You have the rest of the morning to figure out your game plan and we’ll meet at the facility at 2. I rented the entire building so we can do what we want.” He throws everyone a grin before hailing his team and walking off.
“Ok gang,” Steve starts. “I think it’s best if we pair off, this way no one is left alone or unguarded.”
Everyone nods their heads in agreement. You’re seated across from Bucky and you catch him staring. You throw him a wide smile before giving your attention back to Steve.
Steve rattles off the pairs and when he says that you’re with Bucky you jump out of your seat and plop yourself next to him.
“I was hoping you’d be my partner,” you whisper.
Bucky can’t stop his surprised look but it quickly turns in to a smile when you continue.
“I know you’re the best shot so you’re going to be really good at this.”
He leans in close to your ear. “That’s not the only thing I’m good at doll face.”
You turn your head at his remark, your face now only inches from his.
“Is that so?” you ask with a smirk.
Before you can ask him to elaborate, Steve let’s out a dramatic sigh. “If you two are going to flirt the whole time then maybe you shouldn’t be partners. I don’t want anyone getting killed because they couldn’t keep their head in the game.”
Both you and Bucky scoff, dismissing him with a wave.
“Whatever punk. We got this,” Bucky assures him, sending you a wink.
“And it’s laser tag Steve. No one is getting killed,” you add with a roll of your eyes.
Steve’s hands are on his hips once again and he glares at you. “No one ‘dies’ on my watch and I want to win this thing.”
With that he storms off, yelling, “I’ll see you all at 2. Don’t be late!”
When you get to the building everyone starts putting on their gear. You’re struggling with the buckles on your vest when Bucky saunters over.
“Need some help doll?” he asks.
You look him up and down, enjoying how his dark jeans and black tee shirt fit tightly across his body.
“That would be great Bucky, thanks,” you reply.
He moves closer and his chest brushes yours as he reaches behind you to secure the vest. You inhale his scent and try to keep your hands at your sides, the need to touch him hard to resist.
When he pulls away and sees the heat in your gaze he licks his lips.
“Ready to play baby doll?” His tone is laced with promise and it takes you a moment to pull your head out of your lewd thoughts.
“So ready,” you purr.
The game gets underway and you and Bucky sneak off to find a hideout.
“If we hide ourselves well enough I can pick people off while you keep watch,” he explains as you walk through the field.
You trip and curse, following it with more curses for the noise you made. Bucky turns around and grabs your hand, holding it tightly as you creep along a darkened wall.
He silently motions for you to hide behind a large wooden box. You get into position and almost let out a loud gasp when he covers your body with his and presses against you.
“Just stay low and keep a look out,” he whispers, his breath fanning over your neck.
You hold back a shiver, needing to stay focused on the task at hand. As the minutes pass it becomes increasingly difficult to do so as Bucky continuously swivels and his body rubs along yours. He’s so close you can feel his muscles flex with every movement.
Bucky tags Tony and then Bruce and you give him a high five. A few minutes later you catch some movement out of the corner of your eye and discover Peter slowly inching closer. You elbow Bucky and he turns just as you tag Peter on his vest.
Bucky continues to tag people from your secret spot and you start to get distracted by his closeness. He unexpectedly bends down and presses you into the wall.
“Don’t move,” he warns.
You hear the scuffle of boots approaching and you stop breathing. Even under the low lighting you can see Bucky’s eyes drift to your lips. The sound of footsteps gets closer before they eventually start to recede and you realize whoever it was is gone.
“You must be my good luck charm,” he says sweetly before inching up and checking the area. “It’s safe,” he says, pulling you up by the hand.
In the next hour, the game really gets going and only you, Bucky, and Nat are left.
“We’re going to have to team if we want to tag her,” Bucky whispers. “Nat is an expert.”
You acknowledge the truth in his words with a silent nod. You both lay low, waiting in the stillness for any clue to her whereabouts. Bucky’s hand settles at your waist and he nudges you forward. You start to move as quietly as possible and the only sound you hear is Bucky’s steady breathing.
A flash of red moves across the field and you instinctively give chase, watching Nat skillfully evade your tags. Thankfully, Bucky goes in the opposite direction and heads her off, tagging her point blank when she rounds the corner.
You give a loud hoot and start jumping up and down. Bucky rushes over, laughing at the string of curses that leave Nat’s mouth. He picks you up and twirls you around.
“We won!!!” he shouts.
As you slide down his body you feel adrenaline rush through you and you plant your hands on his chest, grabbing his laser tag vest.
“I guess I really am your good luck charm,” you simper.
With one swift motion you haul his mouth down to yours and kiss him hard. He immediately drops his gun and circles his arms around you, sliding his hand to the back of your neck. You’re not sure how long your lip locked but when you finally come up for air you’ve gained an audience.
“Now I see why he wanted her on his team so badly,” Steve chimes with a smile.
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nano--raptor · 3 years
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A Love Like Daisies
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Pairing: 1940′s Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Words: 2470
Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Smut, sex, first times, soft sex, sex with feelings, Bucky being sweet and soft, but also damn sexy, kissing, brief handjob, protected sex
A/N: Written for @redhead-wine-and-literature-club​, a very late one for Love in Bloom. I’ve had writer’s block lately I guess, and I wrote this a little while ago, but am only posting it now. This is for Day 19: Daisy - Innocence and Purity. I thought 40′s Bucky would be perfect for this day, and I don’t think I’ve actually written him before? Anyways, thank you so much for reading!🥰
Divider by @firefly-graphics​​
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Bucky cupped your jaw, gently brushing his lips over yours, and your mouth parted for him automatically. Every movement with him felt so natural, he captivated you, and you couldn’t help but melt into him, falling apart in his hands with seemingly no work required on his part. His kisses were gentle at first, chaste even, until his tongue swiped over your lower lip and he tilted his head, slotting his mouth against yours. His thumb stroked over your cheek and he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth and swallowing your quiet moans.
Bucky smiled against your lips, his fingers trailing down your body to tease around the waistband of your skirt. With a hand on your waist, he urged you backwards until you felt yourself pressed against the wall, his fingers gently pulling your blouse loose from your skirt. His fingertips danced over your skin, your breath hitching from his feather-light touch. Reaching up to his shoulders, you fiddled with the collar of his shirt, his jacket already removed once you’d entered his apartment.
“You’re beautiful,” Bucky murmured against your lips, stealing more kisses, his hands gripping your waist beneath your blouse now. He hummed, pulling you against his body, then backing you against the wall again, his kisses becoming more passionate. Your body was humming from his touch and his praise, you knew where this was all headed and you were burning up from the thought of it.
“Bucky,” you gasped, pulling back for a breath and catching his gaze. The bright blue of his eyes was swallowed up by desire, now dark and wanting as he gazed at you, giving you a charming sideways grin that made your knees weak. Your hands shook slightly as you gripped his tie, slowly loosening it and watching as Bucky’s tongue flicked out to lick his bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth. Moving from the tie to his shirt, you slowly opened the buttons, untucking it from his pants as well, your fingers lingering at his waistband, nerves suddenly creeping in.
“You alright doll? We don’t have to do nothin’ you don’t wanna do.” His hand was on your cheek, gentle and comforting, and you leaned into it, bringing your arms up around his neck. Playing with the hair at the back of his neck, you pulled him close to kiss him again. 
“I’m okay, just a little nervous.” 
“I’ll take care of you sweetheart,” Bucky soothed. “But it’s okay to be nervous. Let’s go lie down where it’s more comfortable, that might help.” He spoke the invitation against your ear, the low tone of his voice making you shiver. Your stomach flipped in anticipation as he took your hand and led you to the bedroom, and as soon as you entered the room, Bucky pulled you close again, surging in to capture your lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
The kiss stole your breath, made your knees weak, and sent a spark down your spine right to your core. Your body tingled, it felt good, so good, yet unbearable at the same time. You needed something more, some relief. When you moaned, Bucky hummed in response, pulling you tighter against his body. A gasp caught in your throat when you felt him, his hardness pressing against you, and suddenly you ached for him.
Bucky pulled away and closed the door, smirking as he turned back and shrugged his shirt off, then stripped off his undershirt. You couldn’t help yourself as you gazed at his body, his toned chest and abs, dog tags resting over the hair on his chest, and you reached out to touch him, trailing your fingers over his torso and down to his belt. His eyes sparkled with desire, hooded and wanting, and you nibbled your lip now, a small smile pulling your lips as you shyly removed your own shirt. Then you reached back to his belt, unbuckling it as Bucky kissed you again. Finding the zipper on your skirt, he quickly unzipped it, letting it pool at your feet and urging you back onto the bed. He quickly rid himself of his slacks, joining you on the bed in his boxers, you in your bra and panties. You giggled shyly as you lay back, Bucky laying beside you and propping his head on his hand.
“You doin’ okay?” You nodded, and he traced a finger along your jaw. “Okay good. I’m gonna make you feel even better, if tha’s alright.” You nodded again, nibbling your lip as Bucky’s eyes flashed and he lowered his lips to your throat. 
He kissed along the column of your neck, over your shoulders and collar bones, his lips soft and gentle against your skin. His fingers danced over your body, making you shiver, before smoothly reaching to unclasp your bra without any trouble.
“You seem pretty practiced, Sarge,” you giggled, and Bucky smirked, a devilish grin, as he peeled your bra away, your nipples already pebbling under his gaze.
“I mighta’ done this once or twice before.” He winked and you giggled again, then he attacked your chest with kisses, making you squeal. The two of you had fooled around a lot already, but hadn’t gone all the way yet, and despite your nerves at undressing in front of him, so far he had made you feel very comfortable. If he was half as good at sex as he was at everything else, you knew you had nothing to worry about.
You gasped when his tongue laved over your nipple, sucking it gently into his mouth, his thumb swiping over the other as he massaged your breasts. It felt good, sending more shocks to your core, and you whined, your hands coming up to card through his hair.
Bucky hummed, his hand trailing all over your body, coming to rest at your waist as he kissed his way back up to your mouth. His fingers dipped into your panties, gently sliding the thin fabric down over your hips as his mouth was on yours again. You hardly noticed, until his warm hand was on your hip, pulling you against him the material of his boxers rubbing against your mound. His kisses were making you hot, your body instinctively rolling against his, and you trailed your hands over his skin, down his side until you met his waistband and slipped your fingers beneath. Bucky hummed into your mouth as you slowly pushed the material down, and he shifted to help you tug them off, kicking them onto the floor. He pulled away and met your gaze, heavy breathing matching yours, and you trailed your fingers back up over his hip, brushing over his hard length. When his eyes fluttered closed at your touch, you smiled, brushing over him again before wrapping your hand around him and squeezing gently. Bucky groaned, and his hips bucked into your hand. You leaned in close to press kisses to his throat, inhaling his scent as you slowly stroked him. He shivered, his hand coming down to grip your wrist.
“Mmm, feels s’good doll, but not yet. Wanna make you feel good an’ if you keep going I’m gonna blow before I get to ya.” He chuckled and you slowed your strokes but kept him in your hand. He felt good, he felt big, and solid, and your core was aching to feel him. Scooting closer you pressed your hips against his, wrapping your arm around his back and he did the same, finding your lips again as he urged you onto your back. 
His hand smoothed down over your hip to stroke gently along your thigh, slipping between your legs to gently ease them apart. His hand ran along your inner thigh until his fingers brushed against you and your breath caught sharply. Bucky hummed against your mouth, circling his fingers through your folds, through your arousal, until he was teasing your entrance, slipping just the tip of his finger inside. You whimpered, gripping his arm tightly, and he slid his finger in further, gently sliding it out again.
“That feel good?” His voice was a low rumble and you gave him a breathless yes in response, your body already unable to focus on anything aside from him.
“Yes Bucky, it’s good, it’s so good.” When he pushed a second finger into you, you whimpered again, your legs spreading further, wanting more. He chuckled, dropping his head to kiss your neck, gently opening you up with his hand.  It felt so much better than your own fingers, but you’d never really had them inside; allowing Bucky to be the first to explore your body was making your heart jump right into your throat, making you feel closer to him than ever.
After a few more strokes and kisses, Bucky slid his fingers out of you, meeting your eyes again. Your body was on fire, prickling with need, and you rolled your hips, whining at the loss of him from inside you. 
“I want it, baby, please,” you begged, cupping his face and looking into his eyes so he knew you meant it. 
“You sure doll?” You nodded, and he quickly pecked your lips again before rolling away to grab a condom from his bedside table. As he put it on, you smoothed your hand over his skin, your voice quiet now.
“Thank you.” Bucky looked up at you, his eyes soft, that crooked, boyish grin back.
“‘Course, I’ll use ‘em ‘till you tell me not to.” He winked, and you swatted his arm, giggling as he maneuvered over you until he was kneeling between your legs. 
“Here,” he urged, smoothing his hands over your skin again. “Bend your legs a bit, like this.” As he got you both into position, you couldn’t help but take him in again. Bucky Barnes was absolutely gorgeous. You felt lucky to date him, he was so popular with the ladies that you’d been shocked when he suddenly only had eyes for you. He took you on dates, took you for dinner, held your hand, kissed you, and you had been falling hopelessly in love with him. Looking over his lean, muscular body, his eyes bright and excited to share this moment with you, you felt a rush of love and desire, your hands reaching out for him, needing him close, now.
Bucky folded over you, bracing himself on one arm and finding your lips again, lining himself up until the tip of his cock pressed against you. It already felt so good that you couldn’t help but moan, and as he slowly pushed into you, the world seemed to stop turning.
It stretched, it burned, and it hurt, but at the same time, it felt so good that your mouth fell open and your eyes fell closed, focused on nothing else but the feel of him. Slowly, Bucky kept going, cupping your face, watching your features for any sign to stop, until he was finally fully seated within you. He sat for a moment, your eyes fluttering open to meet his. He looked absolutely sinful, hair mussed, eyes dark, flushed cheeks and pink lips. He looked like you felt, consumed with lust and want, wrecked already, and needing more.
“Good?”
“So good,” you assured him, and Bucky grinned, gently pulling back and pushing forward again. He began a slow, gradual rhythm, pumping in and out, cock sliding deliciously over your walls, dog tags clinking against his chest, and it felt so much better than you’d ever imagined. Your hips started rocking up to meet his, the pleasure blooming through your body, every part of you feeling like it was on fire. 
“Ah, baby you feel s’damn good, so tight, shit…” Bucky dropped his head to your shoulder, mouthing at your skin, and you wrapped your arms around his back, clinging to his shoulders as he thrust into you. When you raised your legs to a more comfortable position, he was suddenly able to thrust in deeper, and you squealed as it sent jolts of pleasure through you. Bucky grunted in your ear, and soon whines were falling from your mouth as you clung to him, locking your ankles around his waist as he pushed you closer to climax.
“Bucky! Oh god, oh god, oh, oh, ohhh.” His pace increased, and it felt so good, and then his fingers were back between your legs and - oh. When they circled over your sensitive bud, your body jerked against him, and he chuckled in your ear.
“Yeah you like that? I feel you squeezin’ me doll, it’s so good, you feel amazing.” He rubbed you faster, playing with your clit as he kept pumping into you, and soon you felt like you were going to absolutely explode. All you could do was hang on and moan his name, squeezing your eyes shut as the pressure began to build.
“Yeah baby, c’mon now, let go for me, c’mon doll, wan’chu to feel good baby…” A few more hard thrusts and just the right pressure from his fingers and the dam burst, white hot pleasure scorching through you. You cried out, trembling and tightening around him, and he hissed in your ear, his pace faltering before he groaned loudly, pulsing inside you as he filled the condom. 
He collapsed against you, crushing his mouth to yours and you tangled your hand into his hair, gripping tightly as you kissed him back roughly. Euphoria coursed through your veins, your hips still rolling with aftershocks. Bucky slowly pulled out of you with another groan, breaking the kiss to flop onto his back beside you. You couldn’t help but roll over into his arms, snuggling against his side and trying to catch your breath.
Bucky curled his arm around you, holding you close while you pressed kisses to his chest, his heart thundering inside and your pulse raging in your ears. After a few moments he looked down at you, tilting your chin up to kiss you gently, deeply, and you savoured the taste of him, letting yourself melt into the warmth of his body.
“Bucky, that was incredible.”
“I’m glad baby.” He pecked your lips before getting up to take off the condom and grab a cloth for you, before coming back to lay down and pull you into his arms. “So good sweetheart.” You melted into him, kissing him languidly as his hands smoothed over your body. He hooked your leg over his hip and grinned, and you squeaked when you felt him growing hard again. 
“Bucky!” He winked, grinning wickedly and rolling his hips against yours.
“I've got more rubbers if you wanna go again darlin’, just say the word.” You felt your face flush, but you couldn’t deny that in Bucky’s arms was where you wanted to stay.
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