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buckyysdoll · 8 months
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angelbabyyy99 · 22 days
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You are the reason | Bucky Barnes x curvy!reader
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Summary -> After being denied human contact for over a decade, what will happen when Bucky meets you?
Side note -> Hi, honey pies🩶. I was strolling through tumblr and saw this post asking what if Bucky falls in love with a small town girl and I jumped at the opportunity to bring that fic to life🤍. So welcome to my second Bucky one shot, technically 😅. Also I’m so OVERWHELMED by the notes I got on my last one🥹. I don’t even know how to explain my gratitude towards you all for reading my stuff. It means the world to me. I hope you cuties, enjoy. Bucky has become a personal favorite of mine <3.
This one is for -> @spncupcake ❤️. Hope it’s to your liking darlin’ & hope it lived up to your expectations♥️!
Warnings -> Bucky is a shy old man, but the reader makes it better. (Is that warning)? Yes it is. Pet names (dove, sweetheart, doll). Fluff, late night conversations, smut. (I will tell your parents😐). Thigh riding, slight dirty talking, praising and whatever I forget to mention🩷.
Word count -> 2.4K
Enjoy cutes🥳!
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Dividers by: @cafekitsune
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Bucky couldn’t remember the last time he had human contact. Like actual human interaction. Now when it comes to women? He was shy. He never used to be shy. Back in the day, Bucky oozed with confidence. After all the traumatic memories of Hydra, it made him lose all of that. Being the Winter Soldier wasn’t easy, but he was free. Free from their control. Free to think from himself again. Free to move and live the way he wanted. He remembers everyone.. He never wants to relive that ever again. But it never came. Thanks to Shuri and her brilliant mind. She was able to remove the trigger words from his memory and now he’s been okay ever since.
The only problem was that he was lonely. He’s 106 for god’s sake. He missed out on actually trying to get a life. Finding a girlfriend, maybe hopefully marrying her one day. He missed all of that. When Steve, the only family he had left, Bucky was devastated. Heartbroken even. Steve was like his brother that he never had. After his ma, pa and sister. They only had each other and now Steve was gone.
Sure Bucky has Sam, but these two grown men had problems. But they did make one hell of a team. So after taking down Karli, Bucky went back with Sam to help out with a party that his sister was hosting. The two men put their differences aside and became good friends. For once in a while, Bucky didn’t feel alone anymore.
As he made his way through the crowd, he smiled at Cass and AJ as they greeted him. They weren’t scared of him.
“Hey, man!” Sam exclaimed as Bucky pats his back briefly before breaking the hug. “Hey. I didn’t know what to bring. So a peace offering���Captain America.” He replied with a soft smile. Sam chuckles and takes the cake, patting him on the back and hands him a beer.
Bucky thanks him while looking around. There were so many people. It was nice seeing everyone like this gathered together. Then he swore he saw the most prettiest woman ever.
She had on a white cardigan with some black jeans and brown boots with heels. Her wine burgundy hair was resting on her back as your head was tossed back, laughing at what Sarah was talking about. You were gorgeous. Soft looking curves. A cute smile and a nice laugh.
“Who’s that?” Bucky asked Sam once he came back towards Bucky. Sam looked over at you and Sarah. “Oh! That’s y/n, Sarah’s friend from Vintage Valley, Ohio. She’s really sweet. Should talk to her, Buck.” But Bucky shook his head, downing his beer.
“Nah, I’m good. She’s not gonna talk to an old man like me.” But Sam just rolled his eyes. “C’mon man, you’re not even that old.” Bucky gave him the ‘what the fuck,’ stare. “Yes I am, Sam. I’m 106.” Bucky argued. Sam let out a frustrated sigh, grabbing his wrist pulling him towards you and his sister. Bucky kept trying to pry him away, but his breath got caught in his throat when you smiled at him, holding in your laugh as Sam pushed him into you.
“H..Hi. I’m James or Bucky..” He whispered quietly with a shy smile.
You smile, “hi, handsome. Sorry that you got dragged by Sam.” You replied, giggled softly. Causing Bucky’s heart to flutter at the sound.
He swallows thickly, shaking his head. “It’s okay. I, uh, just didn’t have the courage to come up and talk to you.”
You smirked slightly. “I ain’t gonna bite, honey. Plus, I knew I felt eyes on me. Come take a walk with me.”
And ever since that day, Bucky didn’t want to admit it so early, but he was surely but slowly falling for you.
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That night You laughed as Bucky was telling you stories about him and his friend, Steve Rogers. It has been a great month with him. He was shy, but once getting comfortable around you, he started opening up little by little. You were curious as to why he wore a glove on his left hand. But you never pleasured him to talk about it. You’ll let him tell you on his own time. You and Bucky were staying with Sam and Sarah for a little. So you were surprised to see Bucky on the couch on his back, staring at the ceiling.
“Can’t sleep?” His sleepy laced voice reached your ears, sending a shiver down your spine and cleared your throat.
“No. Never can when I sleep in someone else’s home.” You admit with a soft chuckle, making him return it and sit up from the couch leaning against the headrest.
“Come sit with me, sweetheart.” His voice is soft and gentle. You brought two glasses of water over, placing them on the table and sat in between his legs. You suddenly feel cold metal through your shirt as he tugs you closer.
You glanced down at his left hand and carefully put your hand on the vibranium hand. You feel him tense up and slowly pulled away, but Bucky stops your hand from moving. You heard him sigh as he started to speak quietly.
“I fell off of a train.. Steve and I were on a mission back in 45 and it went wrong…It caused me to fall and lose my left arm.” He said with a shaky breath. You just sat back, lending him an ear.
“I was frozen, but they would defrost me to carry out…missions… had to live my plus years as the Winter Soldier, but after my two years in Wakanda, Shuri managed to remove some triggering words from my head and soon after that, I was free..again..” He finished as you both had tears welling up in your eyes.
You twist your body, getting on your knees, taking his cute face in your hands. “You, James Bucky Barnes, are the bravest sergeant ever. What happened wasn’t your fault. Yes, you did it, but you were being controlled. Don’t beat yourself up about it because I could see it in your eyes that you still do. Just keep in mind, honey, you have control of your thoughts and mind and body again.”
Bucky smiles ever so softly, eyes fluttering close as you leave gentle pepper kisses on his face. His chest was full with such warmth, comfort, safety and most importantly, love. Could you be his happy ending? The happy ending that he’s been longing for?
He opened his eyelids to see you staring at him with such admiration in your eyes. You make him feel human again and not like a freak. He took his right hand to brush the hair out of your face.
“You’re so fucking pretty, you know that?” He murmurs, making a smile curled up on your face as you straddle his thigh. “No I don’t, tell me more. And is this okay?” He nods with a yes underneath his breath as he places his hands on your thighs.
“You’re pretty, gorgeous, stunning, beautiful, smart, kind, caring, loving-“ He lists off while you were chuckling when he had a big smile on his face.
You dramatically placed a hand over your heart. “You boost my ego too much, Jamie..” You whisper, smiling down at him leaning down to ghost your lips over his, not touching them.
“You’re pretty too, handsome. Your lashes? Too die for. Steel blues that I could get lost in and such an old but pure soul. And I’m glad you asked me to be your girlfriend, otherwise I’d leave heartbroken, pretty boy.” You said, pouting playfully, which makes him laugh softly.
His fingers twisted in your hair, bringing your lips to his. It was a tender, gentle kiss. One you both haven’t experienced before. You put your hands beside his head, hips automatically moving on his thigh on their own. Bucky let out a soft hum in the kiss, grabbing your hips to help the movement. You parted from his lips as he chased them, making you giggle.
“Come back here, dove.” He says with a pout making you giggle harder. But soon stopped to really look at him.
This was the man you wanted to spend your life with.
“Move in with me.” You blurted out while his eyes went wide.
“W..What?” His voice was quiet, almost too quiet. You swallowed thickly and nervously.
“Move in with me, Jamie.. I know we’ve only been together for a few months now, but—“ your words were cut off by his lips. You made a surprise noise but soon melted into the kiss. He cups your cheeks in his hands, deepening the kiss.
“Yes,” he murmurs before pulling away. “Yes. I’ll move in with you. There’s also something I need to tell you.”
Your smile was beaming when you wrapped your arms around his neck, which made Bucky laugh lightly wrapping his arms around your lower back. You move away slightly to look into his eyes. “Tell me, handsome.”
Bucky smiled shyly at you. “I..I love you.. Gosh. You make me feel like I’m human again and not a monster with a platonic arm. You make me feel like my old self again. Once in a lifetime you will meet someone who changes everything and that’s exactly what you did for me. You’re it for me, doll. You’re my endgame. My forever.”
Your eyes were welling up with tears as you smiled back at your pretty boy. You let out a small chuckle.
“Can’t have me crying in the middle of the night. What’s wrong with you, Jamie?” You asked with keeping your voice sweet and playful. He smirks.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, your highness. But I mean every word, pretty girl.” He replied softly, leaning back while placing his hands on your hips. “Plus, I know you’re wet. Been for hours. That’s why you couldn’t sleep. C’mon sweetheart, use me to get off.” He said as his voice dropped slightly, causing a shiver run down your spine and a whisper escaped your parted lips. You started off slowly.
Bucky stared at you in awe as you were moving your hips. He would never get tired of this view. He also felt himself get hard intensely while watching you.
You looked so beautiful. Head tossed back, your back arched gorgeously, nipples peeking through your sleepwear. His hands moved your shirt up as he sat up to capture one of your nipples in his mouth. You were caught off guard by the action but moaned softly, threading your nails through his short hair. Bucky maneuvers the both of you around until you pressed against the outline of his cock. Has he always been so big?
The two of you tried to be as quiet as possible, considering you were still in Sam’s sister house.
Bucky kept his voice low and gravelly. “That’s it, baby. Just like that. Use me like you mean it.. Good girl.” You whined at how deep his voice went. And that fucker just smirks at you.
“You’re absolutely, trouble, Jamie..” You breathe out, still moving your hips on the muscles of his thigh. He chuckled softly, pulling you close to where your nose was touching his.
“Only when it involves you, doll.”
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“We’re gonna miss you guys around here.” Sarah said with tears rolling down her face as she hugs you and Bucky.
The day was finally here. You knew that Bucky didn’t really have much and that was okay because you were going to take him shopping when you got back home.
Home.
You never saw yourself getting into another relationship after your last one, but Bucky made you feel like the only woman in the world. Could you have finally found your person?
Meanwhile in Bucky’s head. He’s thinking to himself that he finally got the happy ending that he damn well deserved. He got himself a pretty lady, who he can finally call his.
You nodded at Sarah with a soft smile and hugged her back. “We’ll miss you guys too.” Bucky and Sam shared the same smile, giving each other a bro hug.
“It was good working with you, Buck. Take care of yourself, okay?”
Bucky nods his head, draping an arm around your shoulder once you come over and looks down at you with such admiration and back at Sam.
“I will.. if not, I got my girl to help out.” He answers and hesitates a little.
This will be his first time in a long time with someone who cares about him other than Sam and Steve.
“You take care of yourself too…Cap.” He said while a gentle smile graces his face. Sam gave him a nod. “Sure thing, Serge.” Bucky chuckled softly and hugged Sarah. She whispers in his ear, ‘take care of her, Bucky. She’s a good one.’ They parted and he gave her a nod.
“Always.” Was the last thing he said before climbing into the passenger seat of your car once you started the engine. He saw you blow a kiss to both of them and soon the both of you were off, never looking back.
Bucky smiles ever so soft, moving closer to you as he rests his head on your shoulder, taking in your cinnamon vanilla scent.
This was it. You were his home. His family. His forever. His happy ending.
You were his reason.
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Please-😭❤️. I just that thought of the ending because the reader & Bucky just driving off to the sunset is perfect🥺.
But YEAH. It was a cheesy ending nonetheless, but I liked it..? I hope you did too❤️.
I like writing for Bucky. He’s so much fun to write about!
I got some good things comin’ soon, cutes🥳🩵. STAY TUNED!
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lives-in-midgard · 10 months
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Imagine Bucky calling you at work
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You were feeling ill yesterday so Bucky wanted to call you to check if you are okay
One of your coworkers took the call and asked him who he is and he answered "Barnes, I'm y/n's boyfriend"
Your coworker told him that you are good and asked him if he would like to talk to you.
Bucky said yes because he wanted to hear it from you.
"Hey doll, sorry that I'm interrupting you at work. I just wanted to make sure that you are okay." He said when you answered the phone.
You told him that you are feeling good and that he didn't need to worry.
"I'm glad you are feeling better, can't wait to see you later, doll."
"Me too, I have to continue my work now."
"Sure, See you later, doll."
When you ended the call you wanted to continue your work but your coworkers wouldn't stop talking about how cute and caring Bucky is. And how sweet it was of him to call you to check on you.
You blushed even more when they asked how you could find such a gentleman.
When you got home you found Bucky cooking something for you in the kitchen.
You walked over to him and gave him a hug from behind.
"Hey doll" Bucky said and immediately made you smile.
"Hey babe"
Bucky turned around in your arms
"Thank you, for calling me today... hearing your voice made me feel so much better." You said and Bucky smiled at you.
"Of course and if you want I can call you more often from now on."
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jadedvibes · 2 years
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Happy When It Rains
Summary: After finding yourself stuck in heavy rain without an umbrella, you accept some help from a kind stranger. What comes after changes your life and outlook on love for the better.
Pairing: tfatws!Bucky x reader
Warnings: 18+ only, mentions of smut, extreme fluff with so many feels, very minor angst, brief mention of past bad relationships, a little dancing, and lots of love.
Word Count: 2.4k
A/N: This fic is my submission for @musingsinmoonlight's Any Way You Want It writing challenge! Inspired by the prompt near the end 🖤
Like, comment, and/or reblog to put a giant smile on my face ♡
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He showed up when you least expected it, a cold and dreary morning derailed by heavy rainfall. You cursed the sky, the unexpected downpour coming in with no warning. Normally, you’d keep a mini umbrella in your purse, but that day you planned to run a few quick errands without your big bag. 
You stood under the awning of a coffee shop, planning your next move. Trying to see if you could outrun the rain, you held out your hand to test it, leaving it completely drenched in seconds. This kind of shower rarely happened, if ever. And as you dawdled in hopes of it letting up, the door to the shop behind you jingled. Crap, I can’t stay here forever. 
Stepping aside to allow the man to exit, you observed him as he fiddled with his umbrella. The dark-haired man was smart, prepared. You wished you had that same foresight. Had you known, you would’ve come ready for whatever weather so that you could complete all your tasks. 
As you unconsciously continued to eye him, lost in your own thoughts, his voice broke your trance. 
“Nice weather we’re having today, huh?” he looked at you with an easy smirk on his face. 
Exhaling a heavy breath, you playfully rolled your eyes. “The best.”
He smiled, bright and wide, and it felt like warm sunshine on your skin. It made you forget about your temporarily bleak situation – you couldn’t help but smile back. 
After a solid shake, he finally got his umbrella to open. Holding it over his head, he took a cautious step towards you, letting it cover you as well. “Can I walk you somewhere?” 
You bit your lip, thinking. Under any other circumstance, you would’ve quickly declined the stranger's offer. But you were in a bind, and the rain made no sign of letting up, so you figured a quick walk to a convenience store with him couldn’t hurt. “Think you can help me find a store that sells umbrellas?” you let out a nervous laugh. 
“Yeah, I think I can handle that. I’m Bucky,” he grinned, holding out a gloved hand. 
“Y/N,” you smiled before reaching out and shaking his hand. Whatever apprehension you held melted away when his stunning blue eyes gazed deeply into yours.
He motioned his head towards the sidewalk, “Well, Y/N, let’s get you that umbrella.” 
Nodding your head in agreement, you followed him closely, stealing glances at him as he shielded you from the rain and helped you move forward with your day. Perhaps chivalry wasn’t dead. 
After the first shop you stepped into was sold out of umbrellas, and the store next to it as well, Bucky offered to give you his. 
“What? No, it’s still pouring!” you exclaimed dramatically. 
Bucky let out a laugh, “I’ll manage, at least I’ll know you’re okay. I was going to give you mine once I walked you wherever you needed to go anyways.” 
Despite the chill in the air, you felt heat rush to your cheeks. Shaking your head, “If I’m not keeping you, can we check one more store? I know of one around the corner that should have it.” 
“Of course.” 
The third stop had what you needed, and you offered to buy Bucky a drink or lunch to thank him for going out of his way. He politely declined and told you that you didn’t owe him anything, but if you ever caught yourself without an umbrella, you could always give him a call. 
Bucky was so charming and endearing, you exchanged phone numbers before parting ways. 
All too quickly the kind stranger became a friend. 
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Rain pattered against your windows as the warm crooning of Bing Crosby quietly echoed throughout the walls of your cozy kitchen. You’d slipped out of bed for a snack, finding it difficult to fall back asleep once the loud thunderstorm commenced.
Quietly, you sashayed towards your cupboard and retrieved a bowl, hoping not to wake your boyfriend that was sleeping in the other room. Just as the microwave was about to start beeping to indicate that your popcorn was done, you pushed the release button and grabbed the hot bag. 
Sure, Bucky had enhanced hearing, but you felt confident that the weather was loud enough to cover your actions. Pouring out your snack, you slowly moved your hips to the rhythm of the soft music. Ever since Bucky came into your life, your taste in music changed a bit – hell, you changed a bit. He opened you up to many new things that you’d never experienced before; adventurous food, soulful music, dating a kind-hearted and loyal man. 
As a partner, he was unlike any you’d ever even heard of before. He was strong yet soft when it mattered, holding your heart with a gentle tenderness and delicateness that you thought was reserved for only fairytales. At first his sweet disposition made you skeptical — but that didn’t last very long. 
Similarly, you weren’t the only one to feel nervousness. Bucky had walls held up high too, covered with a thin veil of grumpiness, however they all fell down when he was with you. 
You broke every barricade, shattered every barrier that he’d built throughout his tumultuous life. 
And he didn’t mean to, not when he first met you, he never intended to fall for a woman so completely. Like jumping out of a plane without a parachute, Bucky leaped and held on to faith that you would catch him. He held onto the belief that you, the gorgeous girl caught in the rain, would save him. 
Vulnerability was never his strong suit, with the exception of his friendship with Steve and Sam, all Bucky knew was how to live with his guard up. He’d never stopped to enjoy the little things that made life worth living – but that all changed thanks to one fateful day. 
The day that you unknowingly freed him from the only life he knew, that day when his heart told him there was more, so much more to encounter. Unconsciously, you breathed new life into Bucky. 
Now his days consisted of sunshine, adventures, tender kisses, and love, so much love. Every insecurity he felt, be it about his past, or his present state that he felt self conscious about melted away in your warm embrace. You cared for him in ways he’d never known. And though you initially tried to hide it, when he looked into your eyes all he saw was complete adoration and acceptance. 
Bucky thought it was cute, the way you attempted to act indifferent about your relationship, and failed miserably when he called you out on it. He knew you had walls too, or as you liked to call them, sandbags, to keep things different. You shared how the weight of the past pulled you down as you dragged around remnants of the pain caused by untrustworthy lovers and friends. You told him you were afraid to love and be loved by him. 
To any other person it’d be irrational, simply crazy to open up when they knew how evasive and afraid their partner was of commitment. But Bucky received it as a special invitation to show you just how much you meant to him. If you could be open enough to tell him your truth, he could take it a step further and make you feel safe with his actions. 
Because all he wanted was you, any and every version of you. 
You’d never anticipated finding a love like this, but ever since that day you were always happy when it rained, it reminded you of how far you both had come in your journey. 
As you peacefully munched on your popcorn and moved around to the soft beat, Bucky’s voice broke your reverie. 
“What are you doing up, my love?” 
Turning around to face him, you smiled as you took in his messy hair and sleepy state; tired eyes with his white shirt askew and gray sweatpants slung low on his waist. Trailing behind him was your equally tired fluffy best friend, Alpine. 
You and Bucky adopted him shortly after moving in together; the little guy was brought to the shelter after being found on the side of the road in a box one stormy night. After one look in his bright blue eyes, you both knew that you’d found the newest member of the family. The furball fit in perfectly with you two, and you adored the way he often followed Bucky around, sometimes even perching on his shoulders to stay close to his dad.
Alpine rubbed his whiskers on your legs before mozying over to curl up in his bed in the living room, still close by, but prioritizing his beauty rest too. Bucky lazily wrapped his arms around your waist, before pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead.  
“I got hungry,” you shrugged, grabbing a couple kernels to pop in your mouth, only to look up and see Bucky’s mouth open and asking for some. You giggled, gently placing a few in his mouth before reaching back and getting more. You snacked and playfully fed him, until you both had your fill. 
“Looks like someones really gotten into my kind of music,” he smirked, gesturing towards your phone that was still playing songs on the countertop. You bit your lip, nodding your head. Maybe in the past you’d deny the ways your sweetheart affected you, but those days were long gone. You were all in with him, and there was no point in downplaying it now. 
Bucky pulled your hand, gently tugging you away from the counter and towards the middle of the kitchen. He’d do this sometimes, whenever the song was right, whenever the mood struck, he’d spontaneously pull you away for a dance.
In the past, you were reluctant to agree, afraid of making a fool of yourself, but he changed that quickly. 
You vividly remembered how he simply held out his hand and asked you to trust him. “I don’t know if you know this, but I was a pretty decent dancer back in my day,” he stated confidently.
You nervously placed a hand in his and the other on his shoulder, mentally preparing yourself for embarrassment, but soon discovering that Bucky sure could dance. 
He danced so well, and led you so smoothly, you realized your apprehension was for nothing. In his arms, swinging and turning in time with the music came easily. He guided you so effortlessly, and the joyful look on his face when he did was the most adorable sight. When he danced with you he was carefree, and the way he’d lead you varied each time. 
Tonight he’d decided on a slow dance, where he simply held you close, taking his time and spending it focused on you. His sparkling blue gaze held yours, no longer tired, but fully present. You cherished these moments, the way he looked at you, like you were the most precious thing in the world. He’d remind you often that you were. 
"Let Me Call You Sweetheart," softly played in the back as Bucky held you tight, swaying to the light ballad. The sound was ever so slightly muffled as rain pounded against the building. You turned to look at the window, clouded by darkness and blurred by the heavy drenching downpour. It triggered a memory, looking back at Bucky, “Do you remember the first day that we met?” 
He grinned down at you, gently moving along to the beat. “How could I forget that, my love?” 
Smiling softly, “It’s been well over a year,” you shrugged, averting your gaze. Of course he remembered, he always remembered the moments that mattered most. Sometimes your past insecurities creeped up, but he dispelled them just as quickly. 
Bucky tilted your chin up so that he could look into your eyes when he let you in on the little secret he’d been holding onto. “I saw this beautiful girl, looking so upset as she hid out from the rain. All I wanted was to make her smile, and maybe get her home safely too.”
Your breath hitched and eyes widened as you took in his words. “You saw me before you came out?” 
He nodded his head, “I was sitting in front of the window, you’re the reason I left.” 
You halted his movements, forgetting the music still playing. Learning that he came out just for you filled your mind with an influx of emotions, leaving you thunderstruck. “I... I didn’t know that.” 
He brushed his thumb along your cheekbone, “Are you upset? Maybe, I should’ve told you sooner. I –”
Shaking your head, your hands found their way to the back of his neck, “No Bucky, I’m surprised,” you grinned softly, starting to sway a bit again. “I guess more than anything, I’m just grateful that you were there that day, I really was upset and I had so many things to do,” you giggled before pecking his lips. “Your assistance led me here, so of course I’m not upset, baby.”
It wasn’t much of a secret, if anything it showed Bucky was sweet on you from the moment he saw you, even in your frazzled state. You didn’t know it was possible to love him more, but he always found ways to amaze you with his deep affection.    
Bucky exhaled a breath, shaking his head with a relieved smile. “You know –” his lips brushed over yours. “I never thought I'd have someone to sway with me in the kitchen…” he whispered against your lips. “I'm glad I was wrong,” he mumbled as his lips trailed along your jawline. 
“Bucky,” you whispered breathlessly. 
“Yes, my love?” he asked, placing feather light kisses under your ear and down your neck. 
“I’m glad too,” you redirected his lips to yours, tangling your fingers in his soft brown locks. 
The dance was over, but something just as lovely was beginning. Bucky wordlessly scooped you up, carrying you back to the bedroom you shared. There you rode out the storm as you made love, deep and slow, wrapped up tight in each other’s arms. 
Rain or shine, you were with Bucky for the long haul – and considering the ring he’d purchased that day, you’d soon know even more than you already did, if that were possible, that he truly was too. 
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writerlyhabits · 5 months
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader
Word Count: 3.6k
Summary: On Saturday morning, you start to remember all the details of the night before. Sharing yours and Bucky’s relationship with your friends, having entirely too much to drink, and being taken care of by your super-soldier. But now that you were sober, it's time to repay the favor… 
Ch 16 of the Neighbors Series | Masterlist | Ch. 15 | Ch. 17
Warnings: language, pet names, SMUT [oral - m receiving], a half-baked ending, idk I think that's about it
AN: Hello, I’m back from the dead, and I have nothing to show for myself but a midnight release of some half-beta’d smut 😂 But I TOLD you guys I’d come back!! Y’know, just… two jobs and a deployed boyfriend later 😬 I’m really excited to have this chapter out, I know it��s been a long time coming, but I’m hoping to get back into some kind of groove. I’ve been daydreaming about putting a printed version of Neighbors on my bookshelf, but that requires me to actually finish writing it, lol. And we’re finally tip-toeing the line of seeing events of the show in the fic, so that’ll be exciting 👀 I missed you guys, I’m glad to be back, and I hope you enjoy 💖
EDIT 12-28-23: I did change the ending a little bit, but not my much... I just updated some of the dialogue. It was really throwing off my groove trying to start the next chapter 😂
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The soft rays of the morning light filtered in through your blinds, and you woke up gently to the golden light blanketed across your bedroom. There were no alarms to snooze, no obligations to be met, just a beautifully lazy Saturday morning for you to share with the man sleeping beside you. 
It was moments like these that had made these slow mornings one of your favorite things. Rarely did you get to see Bucky’s face relaxed in blissful sleep, normally one to wake up before you and help start your day. But the weekends brought a pleasant lack of worries and expectations for his super-soldier brain to focus on. You loved getting to admire his sharp features in the golden light, mentally charting every detail of his gentle expression before sleep escaped him and his hyper-active mind brought back that crease between his brows. 
And as much as you enjoyed seeing Bucky in such an easy state of being, watching him escape the demons that tormented his waking existence, it never failed to make you smile when you felt him begin to stir in the mornings. 
Before his face would give anything away, you would feel his mismatched hands roam your body, or reach out to find you if they weren’t already. This morning they were wrapped around your waist, and your cheeks began to burn with the force of your smile as you felt Bucky’s right hand slide down the small of your back until he reached your ass, giving it a playful squeeze. And only when you gave a soft laugh in amusement did his expression crack, the corners of his lips tilting up in a smile before he cracked his eyes open to look at you. 
“Good morning,” you cooed, your voice soft as you basked in the adoring attention of his blue-eyed gaze. 
“G’mornin doll,” he slurred, using his vibranium arm to cage you in and press you against the planes of his half-naked body. 
“How’d you sleep?” You offered, hoping that it was a favorable answer. The shrug of his shoulders told you otherwise. 
“Had that dream again, where I’m… him. But I’m fine,” he said with a shrug, which you knew by now meant that he’d had a nightmare that was affecting him more than he could shake, but the last thing he wanted to do was talk about it. At least for now. “How did you sleep, baby?” 
“Pretty good. I think all those drinks I had last night might’ve helped because I didn’t move,” you lamented, and you felt Bucky’s body shake with his quiet laughter. 
“Oh, those drinks certainly did a number on you,” he grinned, clearly replaying the memories of the night before across his eyelids, and finding amusement in the whole situation all over again. When he looked back to find your brow raised in question, he offered another question. “How much do you remember from last night?” 
You scoffed, but couldn’t erase the smile from your cheeks, even in your irritated facade. “How much do I-I remember the night just fine, thank you!” You defended incredulously, going over the details in your own mind before you spat them out in the wrong order and gave him any more ammunition. 
At Charlie and Jay’s dinner party, the two of you kicked off the evening by announcing — prompted by your friends’ schemes — that the two of you were dating. You were official, going steady, cuffed… the list of phrases and jabs went on forever, and most of them were used as the dinner party continued with no lack of questions and pleas for details. 
Some of the conversations, and the number of drinks you had, are all mixed together, the journey home being much the same. At least until you got into the building. You could vaguely remember falling back into Bucky’s arms on the stairs, and without any connecting context, having your shoes in your hand while you were carried bridal style up to your apartment. 
But you did remember the rest of the night. You could remember almost every detail of getting Bucky back into your apartment, and damn near climbing him like a tree. Your intoxication had made you turn feral in an embarrassingly short amount of time, desperate for more of the intimate moments you’d shared before you left for the dinner party. 
“Ask me again when you’re sober,” his voice rang through your head, his words from the night before causing a spark to light inside you. You’d wanted him bad last night, and he had wanted you just as much. 
“Oh, you remember? Is that why I can see the gears turning in your head?” Bucky’s deep voice said from beneath you, the vibration of his baritone bringing you back from your daydreams, back to the reality where your very handsome super-soldier was half-naked beneath you and still had his hand resting on your ass. 
“Mhmm… I remember something about picking up where we left off,” you lilted. You shifted so that you could straddle his hips and get a better look at him, the movement bringing your hips over the already impressive size of him through your thin layers of pajamas and panties. 
You did your best to keep yourself from making any depraved sounds. An involuntary roll of your hips caused Bucky’s eyes to close as he took a sharp inhale, and you felt a shiver surge through you watching how easily you could make him crumble.  
“I believe I was told to ask you again when I was sober…” you whispered, watching his blue eyes focus back on you and darken as he tried to hide his grin. “What do you say, Sarge?” 
With another slight roll of your hips, he adjusted his grip on your ass to squeeze it again, stilling your movement as he twitched beneath you. You tried to keep your whimper at bay, but it did you no good when his vibranium hand found the back of your neck to pull you back down to him, leaning up ever so slightly to crush his lips against yours, eliciting a desperate sound from somewhere you had no control over. 
Bucky kissed you senseless, and you lost yourself in the sensual way his lips molded to yours while his tongue licked at your lips, teasing entrance without giving you the satisfaction. Between his gruff moans and the way your bodies continued to move together, it didn’t take long for a familiar puddle of arousal to appear between your legs, no doubt helped by the growing weight beneath his sweatpants.  
His hands began to roam across your body, caressing anywhere he could reach, and causing a shiver to run up your spine and break the kiss. Bucky smiled up at you through half-lidded eyes, laughing under his breath as your expression started to mirror his. 
“You alright, sweets?” he asked you softly, his hands rubbing a soothing pattern on your back. You nodded enthusiastically, your head swimming with too many inappropriate thoughts to be able to form words, and taking your opportunity to latch onto the stubble-covered skin just beneath his jaw. He hummed in appreciation, and you took your cue to continue traveling downwards, trailing kisses behind his ear and down the column of his neck.  
Bucky’s pleasure-laced laughter rumbled through his chest as you continued your barrage down his collarbones, shifting your hips lower as your trailed kisses down his ridiculously large pecs, and making your way all the way across his washboard abs before he reached a hand down to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. The sweet movement gave you a good pause to stop your affections and look up at him, unable to stop the sly grin that appeared on your face as you settled yourself between his legs, your arms braced against his hips. 
He let out a shaky breath as he smiled at you. “S’this okay?” you asked sweetly, running your hands across his stomach as you waited for his answer. He released another amused breath. 
“I- It’s more than okay,” he grinned, combing his vibranium fingers through your hair, clearly contemplating his words. “But you don’t have to. I don’t want you to think-” 
“I want to, Buck,” you assured soothingly, cutting him off before he had a chance to get in his head. “I want to make you feel good. You took such good care of me last night, now it’s my turn.” 
“That’s part of my job,” he pleaded, not trying to dissuade you, but too stubborn to let this point slide. “I’ll always take care of you, and I don’t ever expect something in return.” 
“Okay, sure. But that’s my job too, y’know,” you argued, satisfied when you could see the gears in his head struggling to find a counter-point. “Let me take care of you, baby… Let me taste you,” you finished with a whisper, enjoying the way his eyelids fluttered at the thought. 
Bucky took a breath as if he was steadying himself, watching you adoringly as he licked his lips. “Show me what you want, sweets.” 
You had to bite your lip to contain your smile, almost immediately jumping to action. You grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling both the pants and his boxers down over his hips, your mouth nearly watering when his cock sprung free. 
You were half convinced you would be just as starstruck by it no matter how many times you saw his dick, admiring his bulging tip hiding beneath the foreskin. You risked another glance up at Bucky, having to contain the excited giggles bubbling inside you before you wrapped your hand around him, giving a few slow pumps to unsheath the angry red tip already starting to leak precum. 
At this point, there was nothing in your head other than what you needed to do to get him in your mouth as soon as possible. You darted your tongue out to lick up his length, making a point to swirl your tongue a little more at that special spot just beneath his tip. His sharp inhale spurred you on, wrapping your lips around his head as you continued to swirl your tongue, and your eyes almost rolled back when his thighs involuntary squeezed around you. 
“Ohhhh shit… I forgot how good this feels,” he laughed breathlessly. You were immediately distracted by this new information, and unashamedly bolstered by the fact that you’d barely had him in your mouth before he was singing your praises. 
“How long has it been? Since you had someone to take care of you like this?” 
“Decades,” he answered firmly, and it sent another shiver through you. It was almost embarrassing how much it turned you on that you would be the first one to give him a blowjob in so long. 
“Mmm, then I guess we’ll just have to make up for it,” you winked, but before Bucky could question your motives you dove right back in, sliding your lips down enough of his length to comfortably fit. He muttered another curse under his breath and you heard his head hit the pillow, rocked with pleasure. 
Now that you’d had a chance to let him get over the initial shock, you set a steady pace. Sucking up his length, and wrapping your tongue around his tip before repeating the process, taking more and more of him each time you bobbed your head. 
“You feel too damn good, babygirl,” he hissed, and you could hear his restless hands shifting around the sheets beneath the two of you as you continued to worship his length. When Bucky’s gentle fingers began to comb through your hair, your eyes rolled back a little as he pushed some of the pieces out of your way. 
With your clear signs of enthusiasm, he took his cue to continue, both of his mismatched hands collecting all of your hair before his right hand grabbed a fistful, holding just enough tension to make you squirm. You couldn’t hold back your own moans of pleasure from the feeling of his hand gripping your hair, sending the vibrations down his cock with your lips wrapped around him, sucking up and down his length as he let out a throaty groan. 
“S’that feel good, sweets? D’you like when I hold you like that?” Bucky asked, fighting his way through the words. You could only hum in agreement from around him, never slowing your ministrations, and taking far too much pleasure in the way it made him break. As you hummed around him, his cock twitched in your mouth, and you glanced up to watch through your eyelids as his head hit the pillow. 
With nothing else to lose – and everything to gain – you took one last long drag up the length of him, hollowing your cheeks before going down just that much further to take him to the very back of your throat. Your eyes rolled back in your head as he let out a slew of curses. 
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum if you keep that up…” he muttered. When you nodded, moaning in a sort of plea, he could only respond with incoherent sounds of his own pleasure. 
Taking neither of you by surprise, it only took a few more bobs of your head before his grip on your hair tightened, and you kept a comfortable length of him inside your mouth as he hurtled to his climax. You basked in the sounds of desperate pleasure Bucky made as he as he shot warm ropes of cum down your throat. 
After he’d finished, and you could feel his length start twitching on your tongue, you made your final attempts to collect his spend. With one last gentle suck, you released his sensitive cock, shooting a sweet smile back up at him – an action that earned you a tired laugh as he turned away from you. 
“Fuck, sweets you can’t jus… Take it easy on me, will ya? You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mumbled, and you could hear the soft grin he was wearing. You giggled as you gingerly made your way back up his body, snuggling back into his side. 
You could tell Bucky’s super-soldier stamina was already starting to catch back up to him, looking much less tired as he turned his head to look up at you, donning a bright smile when you brought a hand up to play with the scruff on his cheek. 
“Did’ya have a good time, Sarge?” you asked him softly, feeling another wave of amusement rumble through his body in response. 
“I haven’t felt that good in… I don’t even remember how long,” he answered happily, his voice deep and relaxed. It nearly sent a shiver down your spine on its own. 
“Glad to be of service,” you shot back flirtatiously, earning you a sly grin. You hummed a laugh, Bucky following suit as he continued to look at you with those baby-blue eyes. And when your laughter faded, his expression didn’ falter. The hint of adoration quickly overpowered anything else, and you felt your cheeks start to heat up as he gazed up at you as if you’d given him the world. You noticed a small quiver of his brows, but before you could ask him what was going on inside his head, he opened his mouth. 
“We’ve done this a little backward, haven’t we?” He asked earnestly, accentuating his words with the smallest scrunch of his nose as if it were obvious what he was talking about. 
“How do you mean?” As you watched him contemplate his answer, you couldn’t help yourself from teasing him a little. “If you’re insinuating I should’ve cum first, we can always just do it again.” The deep belly laugh that rumbled through the man beneath you made your heart skip a beat. God, you loved that sound. 
“No no, I mean… I mean with us. I never took you out for a proper date, did I?” Bucky’s voice was soft and sincere, which only made his question more confusing. 
“Uh, of course you have. What do you think we do every Saturday?” 
“That’s different. I just thought it’d be fun to take you dancing, but I never asked you out on a first date the proper way.” And there was the daily reminder of just how old Bucky was, talking about the “proper” steps to dating. The fact that it was almost immediately after getting sucked off was just comical. 
“Okay… what about Valentine’s Day? You asked me out then, we had a fun night!” You bargained, taking care to remember the very romantic picnic that had been the cause of your first kiss. 
“I was told specifically that that didn’t count,” he teased, and you only rolled your eyes at him. Damn him and his perfect, super-soldier memory… Before you could get another jab in, he cut you off, his voice soft and sincere again. “Let me take you out tonight, sweets. We’ll make it different, something special.” He was persistent this morning… He was clearly up to something, but what that was you had no idea.
“Yeah? And how’re you gonna make it different from all the other Saturday nights at the diner?” 
“Damn, that’s tonight, isn’t it? That’s…” Bucky trailed off, and you watched the gears slowly turning in his head. Suddenly his eyes went wide. “Saturday. It’s Saturday, what time is it?” 
Shit. 
You nearly launched yourself off of him to reach for your phone on the nightstand. Turning back to him, his expression told you he already knew the answer. “Buck, you’ve got to go.” 
If he hadn’t recovered from your intimate escapades of the morning, he definitely had now. Both you and Bucky shot up from the bed in an attempt to get him out the door to make it to his appointment with Dr. Raynor on time. He was already stepping into his dark jeans by the time you’d gotten to the dresser, pulling out the first of his t-shirts you could see and throwing it in his direction.  
Bucky caught the black shirt effortlessly and started to put it on as he turned back to you. “Alright, well… diner night or not, I still want to make tonight special,” he pleaded, and you stopped for a moment to watch his muscles flex as he slipped the shirt over his head. 
“Yeah, okay great. Right now I’m worried about you missing court-mandated therapy. This conversation will be much less romantic when there’s an officer at my door looking for you, and we don’t exactly have a good excuse.” Bucky laughed under his breath at your comment, silencing himself quickly when he saw your raised eyebrow as you went to hand him his leather jacket. 
“I’ll be fine. Raynor can wait for five damn minutes,” he half grumbled, clearly not pleased with the new direction his morning was going in. 
“James,” you pleaded. This time he nodded. 
As Bucky finished getting himself ready, you managed to get some toast started for him; it wasn’t anywhere close to being enough breakfast for a super-soldier, but it would be ready fast, he’d be able to eat it on his way, and it would hopefully avoid him dealing with Raynor on an empty stomach again... Something was better than nothing. 
“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you?” You offered again as Bucky opened the front door, slices of toast in hand. “I can make you a little more food, and we’ll-” 
“I’m gonna make it on time, peach,” he reassured you gently. You opened your mouth to continue making your case, but he spoke before you could get a word out. “I can out-run your sedan. I’ll be fine.” 
That was new information… you felt your brows crease in surprise, resisting the urge to continue asking about this new ability of his he had yet to share, trying not to invade his already dwindling timeline. But if he could run that fast… Bucky laughed softly as he watched you process his comment, gently holding your shoulders to kiss the creases you were making between your brows. 
“We can talk more when I get home,” he reasoned, slipping a hand around your waist to pull you just that much closer. “I’ll have more of a plan for tonight by then.” 
“That plan better involve the diner; we promised River we wouldn’t miss another week. WE;ll never hear the end of it if we don’t go,” you reminded pointedly. 
“So you really do remember last night…” He teased, and you smacked his chest in jest, earning a deep laugh from the super-soldier. 
“We’ll be at the diner, don’t you worry. Maybe you could wear that blue dress I know you’ve been saving for something special. I’ll find something to surprise you with tonight, make it memorable.” 
“You do that just by being you,” you sighed. Bucky donned an almost giddy smile at your words, and the vibranium hand around your waist tugged you just a little bit closer, and he leaned down to press his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. He made your head spin like he always did, making you forget your surroundings so effortlessly. 
He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours for a moment, clearly contemplating doing it again. Miraculously, you found a moment of clarity amongst your brain fog. “Alright, you’ve got to go, Buck.”
“I’ll pick you up at six?” He shot playfully, removing his hand from your waist as he stepped out into the hall, watching as you leaned against the doorframe. 
“I’ll be here,” you smiled, unable to hide the smile from your face as he winked at you, just before turning around to make his way down the stairs.
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hi :D let me ask you : would you consider writing a (any bucky)bucky x reader that the reader is a virgin and like with size kink and corruption kink and innocence kink you know ? maybe a bit of possessiveness?? —i never had my first kiss even tho i’m 24 and like i am having a hard time finding a fic that fits that ? so i was just wondering pls feel free to ignore this thank u
If I Stay
Pairing: Bucky x reader (virgin!reader)
Word Count: 3,017
Summary: You and Bucky have been seeing each other for a while and he's been more than happy to take it slow but tonight you're ready for more.
Author's Note: Thanks a bunch for this request anon! I wish I could give you this Bucky! I hope you enjoy this and your day! Hugs! ❤️ PS: I wish my first time was like this and I wish it was with Bucky beacuse he's literally perfect and I know that most people's first time is not this good- I wish it was for all of us- but Bucky is my favorite fictional perfect man and therefore if he was your first time it would be perfect. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet @firefly-graphics thank you love🥰
Warnings: dom/sub vibes, teasing, light dirty talk, praise kink, Bucky loves that he's your first, fingering, oral (f rec), unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), cursing, smut (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)
Gif not mine: Credit goes to @zacharylevis
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“Thanks for walking me home Bucky.”
Your nervous hands fumble with your bag as you try to search for your keys, his intense stare sending a wave of heat over your skin.
He smiles. A lopsided grin that spreads his plump lips and crinkles the corners of his eyes before he steps into your space. Your back presses against the door and his chest brushes yours.
“Of course, doll face,” he hums. “Thanks for lettin’ me take ya out again.”
His metal hand rests above your head and along the doorframe while the other reaches up to gently cup your cheek. He leans in and you close your eyes, your breath caught in your throat. With a soft press of his lips, he kisses the corner of your mouth and you feel a slight tinge of disappointment.
Your eyes open as he pulls back and his expression sharpens at whatever he sees in your gaze.
“Fuck baby girl,” he hisses. “Tell me what you want.”
It takes you a moment to find your voice but when you do you boldly slide your fingers along his jacket, grabbing the open ends tugging him closer.
“Kiss me,” you whisper, dropping your eyes to his lips.
Before you can register his movements he has one large hand wrapped around the nape of your neck and the other grazing along your waist. His lips cover yours and you drop your bag, a breathy moan leaving the back of your throat.
His hand tightens at the back of your neck and he groans, his kiss growing more intense and demanding. When you feel the hardness of his cock press against your stomach you whimper and grind your hips.
He breaks the kiss, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. His own are dark, his lashes lowered and his lips parted with his heavy breathing.
You feel two of his fingers slip under the hem of your dress and then he freezes. Desire and something else wars in his expression and then his hand drops to his side and he leans his forehead to yours. His hand closes around your waist and he tightens his grip.
“Bucky?” you squeak.
His eyes lift and he takes a small step back.
“I’m a gentleman,” he says with a wry smile.
“I know,” you answer breathlessly.
His gaze washes over you and his face has a pained look as he runs a hand through his already mussed hair.
“Fuck,” he grits out. “I need to leave.”
He leans in for a quick and sweet kiss but you grab his arm before he can turn away.
“Wait. Don’t,” you plead weakly.
He stares at you, his metal fingers twitching at his side.
You swallow hard before whispering, “I want you to come in.”
He fills your space once again, his whole body lined up with yours as he takes your chin between his fingers and holds you there.
“Are you sure?” he asks. “I won’t do…”
You cut him off. “I’m sure. So sure.”
He releases you so you can unlock the door. When you get inside you drop your purse and walk into the kitchen, the feel of his heated gaze sending a shiver down your spine.
“Do you want anything?” you ask, leaning against the counter for support.
“Just you,” he answers with a smirk.
He stalks toward you with purposeful steps.
“I want you Bucky. All of you.”
He drags you into his chest, dipping his head and ghosting his lips over yours.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “I’m gonna make you feel so good doll but you need to tell me if anything is too much, ok?”
“Ok,” you whisper.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks at the gentle press of his lips.
“No,” you breath against his mouth.
“And now?” he asks as his warm breath trails along your jaw and he kisses the spot just below your ear.
You shake your head no and he pauses.
“Use your words for me baby girl.”
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” you gasp.
This time he doesn’t hesitate as he slides his fingers slowly up your thigh. When he reaches the lace at your hip he dips his finger inside and runs it along the material, teasing the outline. He grabs your waist and lifts you onto the counter, spreading your legs and taking your face in his hands.
His nose gently bumps yours as he tilts his head and kisses you, soft at first but when you reach your hand down and palm his cock he growls deep and slides his tongue between your lips.
He toys with the strap of your dress, his fingertips feather light as he pushes it off your shoulder. He releases your mouth and his lips trail down your neck as he removes the other strap and lets your dress fall down to expose the swell of your breasts.
“Please Bucky,” you whine.
“Please what?” he simpers. “What did I tell you about using your words?”
Your lashes lower and you worry your lip between your teeth.
“I want you to touch me.”
His eyes settle on yours, dark with desire but also a softness that steals your breath and when his hand cradles your cheek and he pulls you in for a kiss you melt against him. His long fingers fall to your chest and he massages your breast, pulling down the cup of your bra to carefully pinch your nipple.
You gasp into his mouth, your hips thrusting forward at the contact. His head drops and he takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before rolling his tongue around the hardened nub. You drag your nails through his hair and pull hard, loving the way he moans against your skin.
His lips kiss a warm and wet path back up to yours as his hand slides lower and his finger brushes over your panties. The fabric is soaked and sticking to your skin.
“So wet for me. Such a good girl,” he croons.
You rub yourself along his finger, whining his name. He grabs the back of your neck and pulls you in for another kiss, sliding the lace to the side and softly teasing his finger along your folds. Your body trembles and he pulls away just enough to look you in the eyes, the grip he has around your neck tight enough to keep you from looking away.
He watches you as he slowly pushes one finger inside. Your body tenses as your eyes begin to flutter closed.
“You’re doing so good for me baby girl. So perfect,” he praises.
“Oh god,” you moan, wrapping your arms around his neck.
He drops one hand to your thigh, caressing your skin while he pushes your legs open wider. He pumps his finger in and out, his breath coming in short pants.
“More. Please I want more,” you cry out.
His lips move down your neck as he cranes it back, sucking along the soft skin until he reaches your pulse point. A second finger teases your entrance, his movements delicate and slow as he pushes it inside you.
You drop your hands to the counter, gripping the edge so hard your knuckles turn white as your head falls back.
“Talk to me angel. Tell me what feels good.”
“Slow,” you breathe out, rocking your hips onto his hand.
He slowly pulls both fingers out, the motion languid even as he pushes them back in, going deeper.
“Do you touch yourself?” he asks, looking down between your bodies as his fingers pump in and out.
“Yes,” you breathe out.
“Show me,” he demands.
Your eyes widen and you drop your chin slightly. The hold he has on your hip loosens and he takes your face in his hand, lifting your gaze.
Your hand moves tentatively across your stomach and settles at the apex of your thighs before stopping. His fingers still and you let out a whine.
He gives you a small smirk and waits.
You let out a shaky breath and press your finger to your clit, circling the swollen nub.
“That’s it baby girl. Fuck,” he hums. “Is that what you like?”
You try to squeeze your legs together but he holds them open, his fingers now moving faster. He brushes your hand away and presses his thumb to your clit, repeating your motions until you’re writhing on the counter and clenching around his fingers.
With a chant of his name, you fall apart against his shoulder, your toes curled and your entire body trembling.
“Look at you,” he murmurs. “So beautiful. I can’t wait to get my mouth on you.”
He softly kisses your forehead, brushing his thumbs across your cheeks and tracing your lips. His hands fall away and he kneels, keeping his eyes on you as he drags your panties down your legs. His lips trail up your calf until he reaches your inner thigh and he brushes his nose along your slit. He inhales, humming appreciatively before dipping his tongue inside you.
Your fingernails drag over his scalp and you grab hold of his hair, pulling his face closer. He slides his tongue up to your clit and gently sucks, making your hips buck onto his face.
“Buckyyyy,” you whimper. “Ohhh my god. Do it again.”   
“There’s my good girl,” he sings before he takes your clit between his lips.
He alternates between sucking your clit and sliding his tongue through your folds and it’s enough to have your stomach tightening.
“I want your fingers again,” you mewl…pausing with a deep breath. “Your metal fingers.”
You feel his smile as he slides his left hand along your thigh, the metal a cool contrast to your heated skin. He slowly pushes one inside you and you gasp his name.
“More,” you beg.
He growls as he slides a second finger inside you, dragging out the motion with his mouth still wrapped around your clit. The sounds that fall from your open mouth only urge him on as he devours you with fervor.
“Are you going to cum for me again doll?”
His tongue flicks over your clit and he curls his fingers slightly.
“I want to you to cum on my tongue baby girl. Let me taste you.”
Your eyes screw shut and you thrust your hips onto his face and fingers, riding both until you can finally see straight again. He gently teases your clit, kissing and sucking while his fingers still move slowly in and out.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers, giving you one last lick before he pulls his fingers free and stands. “Did so good for me doll.”
His lips meet yours, his tongue coated with your juices so you taste yourself.
“See how sweet you taste?” he hums when he pulls away.
Your cheeks are flushed and you lick your lips, giving him a coy look.
“What if I want to taste you now?” you muse.
The muscles along his jaw clench tightly and your lips lift into a small smile.
“As much as I want my cock in this pretty mouth it’ll have to wait doll. Tonight, is about you.”
“But why can’t I just have a little taste first. I want to know what you like too,” you whine.
“Fuck,” he grits out, closing his eyes and burying his face in your neck.
He peppers kisses up to your ear before pulling the soft lobe between his teeth. You arch into him and whimper.
“You can’t because I said so,” he murmurs.
With no room left for argument you let out a little huff but concede, scraping your nails down his neck and holding him to you.
“Are you going to fuck me then?” you sass.
“So good,” he whispers into your skin.
He lifts you into his arms and carries you to the bedroom, gently laying you across the bed. He’s still fully clothed so when you sit up and push the jacket from his shoulders he doesn’t protest. It falls to the floor in a heap and you grab his shirt, pulling at the tight material until it joins his jacket.
Your fingers trace the chain of his dog tags before following the dark trail of hair under his belly button and reaching his jeans. You pop open the button and slowly pull the zipper down, moaning when you reveal his boxers and his hard cock pressed tight against the pulled fabric.
“Oh my,” you whisper, panting as he slides his jeans over his thick thighs and kicks them off. “Do you think it will…? You’re so big.”
He chuckles as he watches you, your eyes still trained on his cock.
“I’ll make sure you’re ready for me baby girl and remember we can always stop if it’s too much,” he says softly.
You reach out for him, hooking your fingers into the waistband of his boxers. You pull him closer and trail soft kisses down his chest and stomach. With deliberate movements you slide his boxers down, breathless when his cock springs free and rests against his abs.
“Bucky…” you moan, wetting your lips.
He wraps his metal fingers around his cock, slowly stroking the length as he kneels on the bed. You lean back on your elbows and squeal when he grabs the hem of your dress and pulls it free of your body. Your legs fall open invitingly and he settles between them, reaching behind your back to unhook your bra.
His hand closes around your breast and he kneads the soft flesh, his mouth lavishing kisses along your jaw and neck. He rocks his hips, positioning himself between your folds and sliding his cock through your wetness.
He continues rocking his hips, gently at first but the more you moan his name, your nails scratching down his back he moves faster.
“Fuck doll. Feel what you do to me? I’m ready to cum and I’m not even inside you yet,” he hisses.
His hand moves from your breast, caressing your stomach until he reaches your thigh and pushes it down to the bed, leaving you wide open for him. He takes his cock in his hand and teases your entrance, pushing in only a little.
“So good baby girl, such a good girl for me,” he purrs. “Tell me if you need me to slow down.”
He pushes in a little more and your eyelashes flutter closed, kissing your cheeks.
“Don’t angel,” he pleas. “Open them. Let me see how good I make you feel.”
Your eyes open and he holds your gaze, his metal hand grazing along your collarbone as he pushes in more. You suck in a breath, the burn of the stretch making you wince.
He immediately pulls out and kisses you, whispering sweet words of praise.
“Nice and slow doll. You’re so tight,” he murmurs, pushing in again.
You whimper his name, your pussy clenching as he goes deeper.
“That’s it doll. Taking my cock so well.”
With languid thrusts he fills you up, inch by inch until you’re stretched around him and the pleasure overwhelms any discomfort. He doesn’t move and every time you squeeze his cock he throbs inside you and mutters a curse.
“You feel incredible. Can I…?”
“Yes Bucky, God yes, please fuck me.”
His metal fingers ghost along the base of your throat and you grab his wrist, pushing it higher until his hand closes around the delicate column. He pulls out, pushing slowly back in at the same moment his hand tightens at your throat.
“Fucking hell,” he croons, rocking his hips again.
“Yes Bucky, just like that. Please don’t stop.”
“Look at you baby girl. Fuck. I love watching my cock disappear into this perfect, tight pussy,” he praises when lifts his torso to look between your bodies.
You gracefully accept his praise, reveling in his sweet words and the look of awe on his face.
He starts to move his hips faster, releasing your throat and sliding his hand down to your clit, rubbing it in just the right way.
“Oh my god,” you cry out, your thighs squeezing his waist.
“That’s it angel, squeeze my cock. Soak it. I want to feel you cum.”
His words send you over the edge and your release hits you like a wave, your body quivering as it as it pulses through you.
“Fuck baby girl. You feel so good, so perfect. You’re gonna make me cum.”
You feel him spill inside you, the pulse of his cock dragging out your pleasure. He sags on top of you, supporting his weight with one hand while the other softly strokes your sweaty skin.
You sigh with contentedness, your body completely pliant under his as your fingers card through his tussled hair.
“You did amazing doll. You’re such a good girl for me.”
He kisses you sweet and slow, savoring every touch of your lips.
“I can’t wait to do that again,” you giggle.
He throbs inside you, your breathy moan making his cock twitch and his hips grind against you.
“Fuck, I love all those sounds you make.”
He does it again and you whimper, meeting the next thrust of his hips.
“We can do this all night if you want baby girl but I need to take care of you first,” he says softly, lifting your hand to his mouth to kiss your palm. “Stay right here and I’ll get a warm cloth and clean you up.”
He pulls out slowly and you whine at the loss of him but your body is too sated to do much and you try to wait patiently until he returns. The warm cloth feels nice against your skin and his touch is gentle.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs, dipping his head to shower kisses along your inner thighs. “Let’s get some rest so you’ll be ready to sit on my face and ride my cock later.”
You rub your thighs together at the thought, your body tingling but your eyes drooping as you slip into a blissful rest in his arms.
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I love u like I’ll get on my knees 😍😍😍😍 CAN U PLEASEEEE PLEASEEEE do TFAWS!Bucky x Latina reader?? maybe more specifically Brazilian?? we need some rep 🥺🥺 HAHA actually though like reader is good friends with Sam and Sam introduces them? Please, and thank u the dead love of my life
AHAHHAAHWH MY FIRST REQUEST!!!! thank you so much love!!
Okay okay so here’s a little Drabble for ya! I feel like this could be a full one shot?? Maybe after my follower celebration that starts on Friday! Also I wrote this on my phone so I apologize if there are any spelling/grammar errors.
Anjo -Portuguese for ���angel”
mãe - Portuguese for “mom”
Warnings: cursing
Word count: 1.2k (this was only meant to be 500ish words…)
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“Please tell me that you didn’t text him,” My coworker asks with an edge of dread and disgust in her voice. For the last two hours of our shift, Lilly has been on me about the guy who left me his number yesterday.
It had been a slow day with only regulars really coming in so a decent looking young guy walking in felt like Christmas. Lils was on it and immediately put on her best flirt, fluttering her big eyes and matching lashes at him when he ordered. I wanted to laugh at the scene but that died when he flashed a smile my way and handed me his number. It was quickly followed by some passing comment about how he hates it when girls throw themselves at him. I had half a mind to throw his coffee on him but I knew my boss would have my head. I settled for plastering a fake smile on my face and saying “Vai pro caralho.” Of course the ignorant asshole thought I was being nice and winked at me. It took all of my strength to not shutter in disgust.
“You should know me better than that,” I throw back at her, “from that 2 minute interaction alone, I can already tell that he would talk about himself the entire date before saying something borderline foul like how Latinas girls are his favorite and he can’t stand white girls .”
Lils snorts as she takes a sip of her coffee, nearly choking and sending the hot liquid flying over the freshly cleaned counter. I arch a dark brow at her which makes her laugh even harder.
“What? Am I wrong? You can’t tell me that he wouldn’t have pulled out that high school Spanish to impress me.”
“No, no,” she stutters, wiping the coffee up, “it just caught me off guard is all. Wait, didn’t you say something to him in Spanish before he left? What did you say?”
I narrow my eyes at her, “Vai pro caralho? Babes you should know better.”
She looks at me in horror, “oh my god it was Portuguese, wasn’t it?”
I nod as she profusely apologizes, “I am so sorry, Y/N. Oh my god I’m not better than that asshat. Ugh, what does that mean though?”
The front door opens before I have the chance to speak and the little bells above alerts us to the one regular that never fails to put a smile on my face. Sam had been coming in since before I started working at Brewed Awakenings but after that first interaction, he came pretty much daily. He even got Sarah his sister to start coming in and within a matter of a few weeks, I was invited over for Sunday dinner.
“It means Go fuck yourself,” I tell Lils as I round the counter with a bright smile and wide arms. Sam matches me and wraps me into a tight hug.
“Good morn, Anjo. How are you?” He asks as he squeezes me into this chest.
I pull back and give him my best angry mãe look we I demand to know where he’s been for the last few weeks.
He holds his hands up in defense as he says, “put those eyes away, Anjo. Im sorry okay? I was on official business and I didn’t have time to swing by to let you know but I’m back.”
I don’t let up my expression at first and lecture him some more, “You better be. You were gone for like…”
I pause for dramatic effect to pretend to count the time while walking back around the counter, “6 weeks. I was about to send out a search and rescue team to find you. Ridiculous.”
Sam chuckles while shaking his head at me. He steps to the side to reveal a man that’s been standing behind him and one that I hadn’t noticed before.
A damn attractive man.
Albeit a bit judgmental given the looks he’s throwing at the both of us.
“I wasn’t gone that long,” Sam tries but stops when I shot him another mãe look. He quickly changes the subject, clapping his hand on his companion’s shoulder and introducing him, “well this is Bucky. He’s the reason I was gone so if you’re going to be mad at anyone, be mad at him.”
Bucky.
He looks familiar but I can’t quite figure out why. The massive resting bitch face forced me I stop the search before offering him a bright smile as I repeat his name.
This seems to…irritate him? I honestly can’t tell with the stone wall of moodiness and brooding that lives on his drop dead gorgeous face.
“Well welcome in Bucky, I’m Lilly but everyone calls me Lils and this is y/n,” Lils jumps in with an equally wide smile. His dark eyes flicker between us but hover half a second longer on me. He utters a low “thank you” and looks up to the menu.
Sam rolls his eyes at his short answer but his ever present smile never fades as he orders his usual, a large hot mocha with soy milk. I’ve tried to get him to switch to coconut or even hemp milk but he refuses. He always gives me the whole speech about how “soy is the closest to real milk and if I’m going to drink alternative milk, it has to be close to the real thing.”
“And for you?” I turn my attention to Bucky while Lils starts on Sam’s order. He looks me with slightly wide eyes, a little startled it seems that I’m still talking to and looking at him.
He freezes for a moment, “uh…um a large house coffee.”
“Of course,” Lils jumps in once again and slides a cup across the counter to him. The loud volume of her voice causes him to flinch and Sam instinctively steps in front of him. He takes the cup without another word and fills it while Sam pays and throws a shamelessly flirty smile to Lils. She mocks faintly in a fit of giggles and winks at him.
Sam turns his attention to him and subtlety jerks his chin towards the door, wordlessly asking me if I’ll walk them out. Lils caught it too and rolls her eyes before shooing us out the door.
“She means no harm. She’s just…cheery,” I tell Bucky when the door closes behind us and we step onto the side walk, “I can tell her to tone it back for when you come in next.”
Sam chuckles under his breath and tries to hide a smile behind his cup but fails miserably. Bucky shots him another one of those bored looks and rolls his beautiful eyes at him.
“You don’t have to do that,” he finally says to me and actually makes eye contact with me, “Y/N.”
I offer him another wide smile and stick my hand for him to shake. He glances down at my watch and rings before taking my hand.
“It’s nice to meet you, Bucky. Don’t let Sam fill your head with too many tales and I hope to see you soon.”
The man in question basically squawks in protests as I hug him goodbye and disappear back into the coffee shop.
About an hour after I get home, I get a text from Sam saying something along the lines of “Robo cop liked you and asked for your number.”
Moments later a D.C. number sends me a text and I quickly save it under “Bucky (aka Robo Cop according to Sam)”
That’s when it clicks who he is; Bucky Barnes, the former Winter Solider and the most attractive man I’ve ever met.
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sweetbuckybarnes · 3 months
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Who's ready for a fic which was supposed to be a one-shot
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onceuponastory · 1 year
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home for christmas - bucky barnes x reader
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Plot: When it doesn’t look like Bucky will make it home in time for Christmas, he promises to make it up to Y/N. Pairing: TFATWS Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: A few small mentions of Bucky’s past, but other than that it’s just sickly sweet fluff. But, as always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know. Notes: This was written as part of a Secret Santa fic exchange for the Thot Neighbourhood discord server. I drew @breakablebarnes, TFATWS Bucky, the dialogue prompt: “But I’ve been such a good girl” and the festive device of some hot cocoa. I hope you like your fic!
Not beta’d, so all mistakes are my own. Thank you to @thesundrop / @astartothemoon for my divider!
“Come on Bucky, are you sure you can’t?” 
“Yes.”
“It’s just-”
“I know. But I’m sorry Y/N, no. I can’t. We’re under pretty strict orders here.” He sighs, and Y/N can just picture the look of disappointment on his face. No doubt his mirrors hers perfectly.
“But I’ve been such a good girl!” Y/N exclaims. Her words make Bucky stop before he can even think of a comeback, and Y/N regrets her word choice right away. “Okay, maybe that one was too much. Seriously though, you’ve been working really hard these past few months, and it’s almost Christmas. Are you sure you can’t be home sooner? I don’t want you overworking yourself.” A sigh sounds on the other end of the phone. However, it’s not an angry or frustrated sigh. It’s a disappointed one. One that makes Y/N feel guilty. 
She honestly doesn’t mean to pester him so much. After all, she knows Bucky is trying his best to get Tony to change his mind and let them go home early. And of course, she knows that Bucky’s work as an Avenger is incredibly important, far more than her job could ever be. She’s so proud of him for going out and saving the world, the same world that only a few decades ago treated him so horribly. Now, he can show everyone he’s the hero that she knew he always was, and prove that his past doesn’t define him. 
Still though, Y/N doesn’t want him overexerting himself to prove that he’s worthy of everyone’s forgiveness. The missions have been getting longer, and she’s often received text messages from Bucky all hours of the night, making her even more worried about her boyfriend’s sleep levels. Even though he pretends to be strong, she can tell how tired he is, and see how his past still affects him. Bucky’s the kindest, bravest soul she knows, and she just wishes he believed in himself more, and saw himself as the person she knows he is. Someone kind and loving, despite everything that he’s been through. In her mind, he doesn’t need a thousand missions under his belt to prove that he’s a hero. But until then, she’ll tell him what a wonderful person he is as much as she can. 
If worrying about Bucky’s health wasn’t enough for her, this mission seems like it’s been going on forever. She misses not having him around, having him sleeping next to her and having his smiling face as the first thing she sees when she wakes up and the last thing she sees before she falls asleep. Especially now, in the run up to the festive period, it’s torture to be so far away from Bucky. Honestly, it feels like he’s barely home nowadays. Sure, as the girlfriend of an Avenger she knows that she signed up for this life…but that doesn’t mean that she can’t hate it.
“I’m sorry Y/N, but I can’t. Tony says we’ve still got some work to do here, so it’ll still be a few weeks before we can go home.” Her heart sinks, and she feels her entire body slump in disappointment. “I know. I hate it too.” Bucky says, as if he can feel her pain through the phone. He’s good at that: noticing that something is wrong with her and providing love and support before she even knows something is wrong. To her, that’s even more proof of what a good person Bucky Barnes is, and it shows he was never the monster HYDRA made him to be. And it also makes her love and miss him even more. “You know, I’ve been talking about you so much that I think Sam and Steve are going crazy.” She giggles at that, and Bucky does too. “God, I miss that noise so much. I miss you so much.”
“I miss you too.”
“You’re my favourite person in the world. Don’t you ever forget that.” 
“Like I could ever forget. You say it to me every time we call.” She reminds him, sniffling a little. Despite how upset she is and how much she misses Bucky, Y/N curses a little at herself for crying. She’d never want Bucky to feel bad for not being able to come home sooner, or for him to think that she resents being with him. Because she loves Bucky Barnes more than anything in the world. A bit of distance won’t change that.
“Doesn’t stop it from being true, though.” She hears a noise on the other line, and Bucky sighs. “I better go. Tony’s shouting something, and you know what he’s like when he’s kept waiting. Don’t want a repeat of last year’s New Year’s Eve party.” He chuckles. The mention of the happy memory makes Y/N's heart sink as her yearning for Bucky deepens. She knows he’s trying to cheer her up and mask his own disappointment, but she also knows that both of them can tell it’s not working. They'd rather be laughing and making memories together here at home, rather than miles apart from each other. And she doesn’t even know when they’ll be able to do that again.
“I swear these phone calls get shorter every week.” She sighs.
“I know. If I can, I’ll call you tomorrow, okay? Love you.”
“Love you too.” 
“I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He tells her before the call disconnects. And then, he’s gone. And once again, Y/N is alone.
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A week later, Y/N comes home after another long day at work. The closer it gets to Christmas, she’s just as busy as Bucky. Bucky. Another pang hits her stomach at the thought of her boyfriend. Thankfully, they’ve spoken more on the phone since that call last week, and being so busy preoccupies her slightly. But that doesn’t mean she’s missing him any less. Christmas is almost a week away, and there’s still no word of when Bucky will be home. Hopefully, it’s sooner rather than later.
As she steps closer into her house, Y/N suddenly feels the hair on the back of her neck sticking up. Something seems off. When your boyfriend and most of your best friends are Avengers, you know a lot about personal safety and self defence. And that means that Y/N can tell immediately when someone’s been in her house. Her blood chilling, she steps closer into her hallway, rooting around in her bag for the panic alarm Tony gave her. She can almost hear Bucky’s voice in her head, telling her to just get out of the house and call for help. But when he left, she promised him she’d be brave, and there’s no better time to be brave than confronting an intruder on her own. As she nears her living room, Y/N’s heart is thumping so loudly it might break out of her chest. She takes a breath, expecting to see the room destroyed….
Yet, when she turns, Y/N sees the exact opposite. Her Christmas lights are all on, filling the room with a soft glow. Her fairy lights have also been strung up, adding even more light. An array of blankets, cushions and stuffed animals cover her couch. Everything looks so festive and cosy. Y/N walks into the room, her mouth dropping open in surprise. “How did-”
“Oh fuck. I wasn’t expecting you to be home yet.” The sound of a voice almost makes her scream…until she realises who it belongs to. Bucky. She drops everything, rushing into his arms without another word, almost knocking the pair off their feet. “Oof! Hey you!” Bucky chuckles, kissing her temple as he tightly wraps his arms around her.
“What are you doing here?” She asks, her voice muffled by Bucky’s shirt. “You said Tony wouldn’t let you go.”
“Turns out the mission finished earlier than expected, so he let us go home early after all. I thought I'd surprise you as an early Christmas present.” He explains, rubbing his hands across her back. 
“I’m so glad to see you. I missed you so much.” She whispers.
“I missed you too.” They both hold each other close, grasping the other tightly. After so long spent apart, all they want is to keep each other close and to never let go. “That’s not the only surprise, though.” Bucky admits. Y/N frowns.
“There’s more? Buck, you didn’t have to. Having you home for Christmas is all I ever wanted.” 
“I know. But you’re my best girl, and I promised I’d make it up to you, didn’t I?” He asks, and she nods. She swears she’s the luckiest girl in the world to have Bucky in her life. He loves her so much, and he’s so giving. “We’re going to spend the night watching all your favourite festive movies. So you go sit down, and I’ll be right back.” He orders, kissing her cheek. A few minutes later, Bucky comes back holding a tray with two mugs and a big bowl of popcorn. Sitting down, he passes over a mug, and Y/N takes a sip. As soon as she tastes the warm cocoa with whipped cream and marshmallows, she moans happily. The noise makes Bucky burst into laughter, and despite how much she wants to tell him to shove off for laughing at her, the sound makes her insides go all warm and gooey. Despite being called the Winter Soldier and the grumpy front he puts up in front of most people…Bucky is like sunshine personified more often than he likes to think he is. Or, at least he’s like sunshine to her. And maybe that’s all that matters.
As Bucky wraps one of the many blankets around them, his hand finds hers underneath it, and he gives it a squeeze. “Merry Christmas Y/N. I love you.” He whispers, smiling. Instead of replying with words at first, Y/N kisses him. The kiss is soft at first, but deepens as all the pair’s longing for each other is released. Bucky’s tongue slips between her lips, and the flavours of chocolate, cream and marshmallows dance across their tongues as his stubble brushes against her chin. The kiss is perfect, like a wish come true. And this one is well worth the wait. It’s so good to finally have him home.
“I love you too.” She whispers. “So much.”
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And thus, we bring to an official close the third Fleur De Louve Month 2023! Thank you so much to all the authors and artists and creators who took part in or read or reblogged all the amazing content that was created! This list will represent our final master list.
But wait! I hear you ask: what do we do with all the love we have left behind?
Fear not! Any additional works or recs related to this month can still be submitted and we will be happy to reblog it and update the master list to include them.
The admins thoroughly enjoyed interacting with everyone and appreciate you all for helping this ship grow! Please stay tuned for what comes next and, always, keep creating for the good ship Fleur De Louve!
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Never let You Go | Bucky Barnes x curvy!reader
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Summary -> The one thing that your best friend Sam told Bucky was to stay away from you.
Side note -> THIS IS MY THIRD TIME rewriting this🤣❤️. Lemme tell ya, writer's block is such a dick. I’m so serious. The moment I think I got something good, I never continue writing it. I hate it. So! I actually had this idea where you’re best friends with Sam and when he and Bucky return back to the States, Sam hosts a block party and when he see Bucky getting flirting with you, he specifically tells him that you’re off limits because you’re like family and he’s very protective of you after your last relationship. (This is my own idea)❤️.
Warnings -> minor parent death. Strangers -> Lovers, kissing, flirting (it’s been a while for baby boy, bear with me). Cute dates, stargazing, mention therapy talks. Bucky being the sweetest. And whatever else I forgot to mention🩷.
Word count -> 4,412. (I dunno either).
Enjoy cutes🤓❤️
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You were excited. Your best friend Sam was coming back home from his mission. When he called you telling you that he was coming back, you couldn’t help but to feel giddy inside. It has been a long time since you saw him. Ever since your dad passed, Sam had really filled in that fatherly role. Sarah was kind of like the sister you wished you had and Sam before taking the fatherly role was like the older brother you wished for. Your family wasn’t bad per se. It’s just that they had a hard time adjusting to certain things.
For example; your mom never liked Sam and Sarah’s family boat because she gets seasick or however she told you. Your sister, Ollie, just didn’t like it. She is very picky. She was also four years older than you. And don’t tell her, but she also very much likes to steal your boyfriend’s. That’s why relationships weren’t always your strongest suit because of her.
The slight Louisiana breeze blew through your dress and heard a familiar voice fill up your ears. “I think the wind doesn’t want you to flash everyone, love.” You spun to see Sam standing in front of you. You laughed and squinted towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he picked up from the ground. Sam put you down on your feet and kissed your head.
“Hey, kiddo. You doing alright?”
You nod at his question with a small smile. “Yeah, I’m good. Just missed you. Even though your nephews were tackling me to the ground because we were football earlier.” You joked, causing Sam to laugh at your dramatic face.
The both of you became serious for a minute. “I heard something about this new wannabe Captain America, but I hope you know that nobody could replace Steve, right? He was a good man, Sam.” You whisper as he nodded slowly, taking a shaky inhale in.
“I know.. It’s just hard for me…” You nodded back and pulled him into a hug. He broke the hug, tugging you in his side with an arm around your shoulder as the both of you walk to see Tommy and Carlos unloading the truck.
“Tommy, Carlos, man, this is amazing.” Sam said in awe as you smiled at them.
“Thanks so much, Tom and Car. It really means a lot to us.” You chipped in, giving them huge hugs.
“Word goes out the Wilson Family needs help? We still got a bit of usefulness in us.”
“How do we get off the truck?” Sam asked just as you looked up to see a guy in a leather jacket lift off the truck as if it was nothing, placing it on the ground.
You were met with the prettiest blue eyes you’ve ever seen. The man didn’t see you standing there, but you most definitely saw him. Short hair, light scruffy beard, dark jeans and a black and gold metal arm. He was gorgeous.
“You’re welcome.” The man said and Sam started walking over to him as you stood there with Carlos and Tommy. The guy pulled some type of box on top of the truck. “Just dropping this off. You can sign for it and I’ll go. I called in a favor from the Wakandanas.”
The sound of a hissing noise caught your attention immediately and gasped. “Sam!” You called out. He cursed under his breath as he stepped over the metal to fix it. Blue eyes followed, but stopped for a second. “Hi.” He said to you, “Hi.” You replied back shyly and he went off to help Sam.
You liked the sound of his calm voice as he told Sam what to do and magically, the hissing stopped. You and Sarah glanced at each other with impressed looks. But Sarah saw you smiling slightly at him and nudged you softly, causing you to look at her.
“You like him.” She stated. Your face turned red. “I barely know him, Sar.” You answer as you see them talking. She just shrugged. “So? I know you too well for that look and you like him. It was the same look you gave Bradley.”
You sighed softly at his name. Bradley Garcia. Your first love. Your kiss. The person who took virginity. It wasn’t that Bradley wasn’t a bad man, but he broke up with you because he wasn’t ready for a relationship and you understood that. So you guys’ parted and of course you were heartbroken, because who can get over their first loves? Especially after their first love who took their virginity? And then he went off with your sister.
You shook your head at Sarah with a soft smile as she walked over to the boat to check it and you helped her.
“You want help?” The man asked Sam and he nodded with a reply, walking away but blue eyes stayed behind, now looking at you. “I’m Bucky.” He introduced himself to you. You gave him a smile. “Ah, y/n.” He repeated your name while Sam looked back at him with an eye roll once Bucky followed him, but not without catching one more glimpse at you. Before turning around. You swore you saw a smile on his face.
Sarah bumped your hip with hers. “Told you. He clearly seems interested. And you’re gorgeous. Flawless really. You got the curves, the body, the sweetest personality and pretty cool fucking hair. Now c’mon, help me finish this and you could go talk to him.” You blushed feverishly and nodded.
Gosh, this was gonna be a long day.
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After a few hours of helping Sarah out with the kids and making sure that boat was ready and clean. You saw Bucky staring out in the distance as he skillfully flipped a knife in his metal hand. You can’t deny it. He was beautiful. You wanted to get to know him. So as you exhaled shakily, smoothing down your dress and crossed your denim jacket with your arms crossed under your breasts. You walked over heading down the stairs, which made his head snap over to you and a small smile plastered on his pretty face.
“Hi, y/n.” He said softly, almost shyly. You chuckled under your breath, leaning against the boat. “Hi, pretty boy. You doing alright? You seem distracted.”
He shrugged slightly, staring into the distance once more. “Penny for your thoughts? I’ve been told I am a very good listener.” You tease, causing him to chuckle softly and catch a glance at you.
“I don’t want to bother you with my fucked up life, doll.” You shrug, shaking your head at him. “You’re not. But if you don’t want to talk about it, I’ll understand too.”
Bucky sighs softly and licks his lips before starting. “I..it’s just I don't know how Sam could give up Steve’s shield. And I don’t know how Steve could just..leave. He was the only family I had left..”
You only knew the story because Sam told you. after Thanos. How they beat him, how Iron Man died in battle and how Steve went back to his time to be the infamous Peggy Carter. You couldn’t imagine the pain that he was feeling seeing his only family leave. You know that feeling a little too much than you realize.
“Maybe Sam thought he was doing the right thing. That..That shield carries a lot of memories and he had to let go, be his own person. Sure, he lost his wingman and that hurts like hell, but sometimes you gotta let go and keep moving forward.” You explained to him and you saw that he was taking your advice seriously.
“How do I do that?” He soon asked you while turning his body to you, giving you his full attention. You smiled immediately, moving in front of him.
“Do you trust me?” You whispered and he laughed softly. “I just met you, but I guess, yeah.” You offered him your hand and he hesitated a little.
“It’s okay. You’re safe with me.” You tell him gently, making him look up and nod slowly, grabbing your hand. You smiled at him softly, pulling him along with you.
Bucky follows behind in silence as the both of you walk to the docks. The sun was starting to set and there was nothing like a stunning view of Louisiana sunsets.
“Have you seen sunsets before?” You ask him as you laced your fingers through his metal ones and he glances down for a second before clearing his throat, ignoring the shiver that went down his spine. It has been a long time since Bucky felt this way about a woman. The world has definitely changed since he was finally able to see the daylight again.
Now that he finally found his voice and was in control of his own mind again, he allows himself to loosen his stiff muscles just like his therapist said.
Surround yourself with good people. Let your emotions flow. Find the person you once were before the Super Soldier serum.
It was difficult for Bucky to find his old self again. After many traumatic moments with Hydra, he didn’t want to go back to his old self. Maybe explore this era? Maybe finally gets his own happy ending? But who would a former ex-soldier murder as theirs? Probably nobody. But that’s where you come in.
You were the prettiest dime Bucky has seen in a long time. Soft curves. The most beautiful smile he’s ever seen. Golden skin, soft freckles covering the bridge of your nose and underneath your eyes. Cute cupid bow lips that for some apparent reason, wanted to feel against his. Your hair was colored. It was a dark plum burgundy ish color with hints of many different colors that he’s never seen before. It suited you well. Your round glasses also framed your face perfectly. You were really fucking pretty.
“You’re pretty.” Bucky blurts out while his face turns beet red. You bite your lip to shuffle your giggle. “Thank you. You’re uh, pretty too.”
He also likes the sound of your giggle. It was the cutest thing he’s ever heard.
Bucky’s eyes drifted down your chest and god, he felt like a teenager again on date with a girl. The dress looked so good on you. It rose up every now and again when you shifted to make yourself comfortable. His eyes caught a piece of jewelry on your ankle and wrist. They were butterflies. The one on your wrist had a ring attached to it and the one on your ankle was a 2 piece.
Jesus. You really did look good.
“Done staring at me, pretty boy?” He heard you question as you turned your head lazily, placing it on top of your knees. Bucky was speechless. He was caught red handed.
“I..” He stuttered, trying to gather his thoughts one by one in his mind. You gave him a soft smirk. “I’m kidding. Please do continue. I like the attention.” You teased him, which caused Bucky to let out a huff laugh.
“I’m sorry, doll. You’re just.. Really fucking gorgeous.” He whispers as his voice drops into a huskier tone. You hum softly and did something very unexpected that shocked him. You threw a leg over his thighs, keeping your hands to yourself. “This okay?”
His heart melts as you check in with him. He nodded slowly. But that wasn’t enough for you. “Words, pretty boy.”
“Y..Yes. It’s okay, sugar.”
You then crossed your arms over your chest, looking dead set in his steel blues.
“Listen to me Bucky, I may have just met you, but from what I’ve heard ‘bout you, remember that’s not you anymore. You didn’t have control over your own body or anything for that matter. But what I do know from what Steve told me. Yes I met him, you are sweet, charming, generous and a gentleman. Yeah it’ll take time to get there back to yourself again, but always, always remember that you have people around you who want to help you through this process. Sam included. Even though he doesn’t seem like it. He has your back just like Steve had yours.”
Bucky tries not to let your words get to him, but they did. Why couldn’t you be his therapist? Dr Raynor was tough on him. Maybe that’s what he needs though. A little bit of both maybe? Tough love and someone who can see through him. His therapist did both anyway. She knew when he was lying, bored or just plain sad. But you. With you, it was refreshing. Like he could breathe again.
“Can you be my therapist now, please?” He asked with a hint of tenderness in his voice as they both chuckled softly. And his eyes flutter as your lips touch his head.
Bucky leaned back on his hands looking at you with such fondness in his steel blues. He has never been treated with such sweetness and kindness ever since he got his memory back.
Still everywhere he went people still looked at him as if he was that… but he wasn’t anymore. He was himself, just now, he was closed off. Distant. A trauma victim..? He thinks that’s what they’re called. But his actions harmed everyone.. Even Yori.
“I see the gears spinning around. Whatever you’re thinking—it is not your fault. You were used, brainwashed and held against your will, Bucky. It wasn’t you. It was their fault.”
He let the softness of your voice comfort his soul—or what was left of it.
Bucky nods slowly and sees you give him that gorgeous smile. If you were in the 40s with him? You’d be the prettiest dame he’s ever seen.
He would take you out dancing every night until he left, so he could have a memorable thing to think about and then if he didn’t fall from that train…He would take you dancing again and then probably ask you to be his girlfriend.
“You’re staring at me like that..again. What’s on your mind this time?” The gentle voice pulls him away from his head and he sits up again, placing his right hand on your hip.
“Just thinking.. If you were in my time, you'd be the most beautiful dame I’ve ever seen. Probably ask you to come dance with me and we’ve danced the night away before I had to go..” He said with a soft tone. You immediately smiled, scattering off his lap, putting your phone out from your pocket and putting on Swing the Mood by Jive Bunny.
You held out your hand with a giddy smile on your face. “Show me what you got, handsome.” Bucky bites his lip containing his smile that threatened his face as he got up, grabbing your hand in his flesh hand. “I..I’m rusty. I probably won’t remember.” He admits with a small laugh. You just smiled at him with a shrug.
“That’s okay. Just do what you do know.”
He nods and starts moving with you to the music, getting a feel for it again. Then the more the song played, he felt comfortable. You were following his lead perfectly as if you were made for this.
You and him side by side, hands enclosed doing the Charleston, laughing softly as you both did so. But then Bucky gets an idea. “Do you trust me?” You nodded. “Yes.” He nodded back and exhaled softly.
“Move back but not too much.” He instructed and you did what he asked.
He moved back slightly as well. “Now run. I promise to catch you.” He said firmly as he sensed that you were nervous. You took a deep breath out, squinting towards him and he instantly grabbed your waist pulling you over his shoulder and over his back. Then placed you in front of him as you both panting heavily.
“Bucky!!” You squealed softly, throwing your arms around his neck while he let out a laugh, wrapping his arms around your lower back, spinning you around gently.
The both of you part away from each other with hazy dopey smiles on your faces. “That was AMAZING.” You gushed. “Is this how you felt when you danced every night?” Bucky smiled shyly with a nod.
“Pretty much, yeah. It was the best way to feel high in a way.” He answers.
You moved to your phone, playing another song before going back to him.
“Teach me more, please?” You asked sweetly and he blushed. For some reason, he liked this one song as he spun you around. “What’s the name of this song?” He asked you as you went over his arm, hair fanning over your face. You smiled at him.
“Lovin’ On You. By Luke Combs.” You replied, following his lead.
“I like it.”
And that’s how the rest of the night goes. You and Bucky by the docks have the time of your lives. It has been such a long time since Bucky felt this good. He met you, he’s swing dancing with you as if the Bucky from the past came back to life and it was all thanks to you.
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It had been a couple of weeks since you and Bucky danced the night away before Sam came to get you, saying that we had to get some food in your stomachs. You and Bucky didn’t even notice the time. So you and him walked hand in hand, heading towards Sarah’s house, laughing along the way at stories he was telling you about Steve. Bucky has never felt so content. Such peace with such a beautiful woman. Your presence was so peaceful and kind. He wanted to keep seeing you and keep coming over to your house.
Bucky has learned a lot about you. How you are a nurse, learned about your parents, how your dad passed away. How you and your mom are close and how your sister Ollie doesn’t like you for unknown reasons. What’s not to like about you?
He could list off so many possibilities of how you are likable. You were even kind enough to let him crash on your couch. Your house was homey and welcoming. Just like you.
“Good morning, handsome.” Your angelic voice filled his ears as he looked up to see you, looking stunning as ever.
Today you wore a red dress with butterflies, glasses and your hair was down again but it was curled. You looked like a dream. He just watched you walk over to him with a cup of coffee. The cinnamon vanilla scent hit him right off the bat, causing his lashes to flutter at the comforting smell.
“You slept okay? No nightmares?” You kept the same soft and comforting voice as you kneeled down in front of him and he turned on his side while shaking his head softly. “No nightmares.” He whispers quietly, lifting his right hand to brush the hair out of your face. You smiled at him, leaning in to peck his nose gently. Bucky’s heart swoons at the touch. He almost wanted to cry. You were so sweet and gentle towards him.
He didn’t deserve someone like you.
“I know it’s not easy to fight your demons, Bucky, but you have to try, okay? Remember that you’re NOW in control of everything again.” His breathing slowed down as he opened his eyes, looking at you.
“Are you some godsend angel or something? Are you sure you aren’t a therapist?”
You giggled softly, shaking your head. “No therapist, handsome. Just a nurse. C’mon, we’re going somewhere. Get ready.” You said with a beaming smile. Bucky shoved his face in the soft pillow with a groan. You were too chippy in the morning, but he didn’t mind it.
“Where are we going?” He asked and you just gave him a small smile.
“I’m taking you out. C’mon old man, get up. And we could do more swing dancing.” That made him laugh a little.
Ever since the night on the docks you and Bucky have been swing dancing together. Swinging the night away as the both of you called it. You kept him on toes. You kept him occupied and more importantly, you kept him feeling appreciated, cared for and respected.
When it came to physical contact, Bucky wasn’t the greatest fan. But he made an exception for you and only you. Everyone else could shove it. Bucky could feel it. He was slowly, but surely falling for you. He liked everything about you. From your stunning looks to your gorgeous smile to your fucking sweet and kind personality.
He just wonders to himself, what did he do to have such a beautiful woman like yourself take care of him and just waltz into his fucked up messy life. He doesn’t know how, but he most certainly likes it. It’s been a long time since someone cared for him. Ever since his ma, dad and sister then Steve. He felt like he had nobody left in the world. But then, there’s Sam (Steve’s other best friend), Sarah and you. Whatever he was feeling, Bucky hopes that it will last….
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“This is my favorite place to go.” You said to Bucky, looking around at the little bistro. You could definitely feel his intense stare, but you didn’t mind it. You knew you were beautiful. Hell, you stare at yourself in the mirror sometimes too.
Bucky though? Oh boy. You have downright bad for the former Soldat. He is kind, sweet, shy, rough around the edges, but you could understand that considering what he’s been through.
He gave you a small smile, reaching for your hand, entwining them with his.
“Yeah? Then I’ll keep taking you here.” He said warmly with a tender tone, making you blush at his words.
“Hoping for a second date, handsome?” You flirted as you let out a soft giggle when it was his turn to blush.
Then you realized. You just said date…
“Bucky-“, you started but he shook his head. “It’s okay… Calling it a date kind of feels nice. I..I really like you, y/n” You smiled softly, lacing your fingers with his without him flinching at the touch. “I like you too, Jamie. C’mon let’s finish up and we'll take a ride on that bike of yours.”
He chuckles as the corners of his lips curled up into a small smirk.
“You like that bike more than me, pretty angel.” He replies with a laugh as you scrunched up your nose. He thought it was the most adorable thing ever.
Bucky felt like he got lucky when he saw you. Like as if the universe was giving him a second chance at life that he was supposed to live after the War. But with everything that happened to him, he didn’t think he was worthy of loving another human. He wasn’t the same guy who entered the War with his best friend. He was a changed man. He damaged and broke goods. He didn’t think he was good enough. But you?
You brought back out the same old guy that he was before. It felt good..You weren’t scared of him. You made him feel comfortable, confident and content. You let him voice what made him uncomfortable or what he didn’t or did like. Bucky finally had control of his own mind and voice. You were just a part of it.
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“Thank you for a wonderful night, Bucky.” You say to him with a smile on your face and he mirrored it. He walks you to your door, putting his hands in his pockets. “You’re welcome, honey. I should be thanking you. I haven’t had this much fun since the 40s.” He admits shyly and you just lean in close to him, lifting yourself up on your toes to press your lips on his cheek with your hand on his chest. His eyes fluttered as you moved away.
“We can do it again, if you want. We could find a place that does swing dancing and we can go.”
He swore his heart was beating so fast once you said that.
“Really? T..That would be amazing, sweetheart.” He breathes and places his right hand on your hip to tug you closer.
“I thought so,” you answered with a giggle as he nudged the tip of his nose with yours. “We’d have a blast, Jamie.”
He loved when you said his name.
He smiled at you and asked, “can I kiss you?” You smirked softly. “I’d be offended, if you didn’t.” He laughed lightly, leaning in to press his soft chapped lips against yours.
The kiss was gentle, slow, tender. You both felt like you just got out of a movie.
You broke the kiss while pressing your head to his head with your eyes still closed. You lift your eyelids to see that Bucky is already looking at you with such fondness in his eyes.
“Goodnight, Jamie.” You whispered softly, pulling away from him with a smile. He brought your hand to his lips and kissed the back of your knuckles, letting your hand from his. Walking down the stairs not moving his eyes from you.
“Goodnight, sweetheart.” He whispered back, watching a blush appear on your face as you walked into your house. Bucky turned around, heading towards his bike with a giddy smile on his face.
Will he finally get his happy ending after all?
All he knows now is that, he’s never letting you go.
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HERE WE GO, CUTES😭❤️. I pushed myself to finish this. But please be kind, because this is my first time writing for Bucky🥹🩷. And I just hope I did him justice.
I barely added Sam because the reader is a grown woman who can make her choices, so he’s not SUPER protective, but he is to a certain extent.
But what do you think will happen next👀? If there is a part two? Let’s see how this one does first, shall we😅🤍?
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lives-in-midgard · 1 year
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Pov: What your camera roll would look like if you are dating Bucky Barnes
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writerlyhabits · 1 year
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Blue is for Ben Masterlist
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Main Masterlist | ◍ smut/18+ fics | ⌾ angst | ◌ pure fluff
DISCLAIMER: The images in the header are for aesthetic purposes ONLY, they are not meant to be depictions of the reader or her son. It’s all-inclusive lovelies 💛
Summary
Bucky has a meet-cute with you as you're waiting for the elevator in his building, and he's instantly captivated by you.. and your son. What lies in store for the super soldier as he falls head over heels for the single mom who lives just down the hall? Or finds himself wanting to hear about four-year-old Ben's day at school…
I wanted to see a post tfatws Bucky dating a single mom reader because I needed his interactions with the reader’s small child something awful 😂
Chapters
Blue is for Ben | ◌ First Date | to be continued...
Also read on AO3 and Wattpad
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palettesofrenaissance · 4 months
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A few short ideas I have so far for the Fleur De Louve November 2023 event. With each of these, I welcome input, ideas, collaboration, and anything. My mind has started to come down from the stress and busyness of work and I've been spending time with family
Also, I welcome anyone sending these as prompts for me to fill, especially the ones I have nothing for, but please add more info. My brain is reviving but it's still mostly dead 🥲
Halloween Candy - Everyone is alternating between watching a movie night in the living room and answering the door for trick or treaters when the doorbell rings. Sarah is in costume, Bucky isn't. AJ and Cass are preparing to go out but the trick or treating seems to have started early. One time when he answers the door, the mother who's standing behind her child subtly grips him tight and pulls him back. She politely declines their candy and rushes her son off, ignoring his complaining. Others in line ignore her and happily take the candy from the bucket Bucky holds, but he can't help but notice that the mother begins talking to other parents down the street. After this, Bucky starts making excuses to no longer answer the door and Sarah and the boys notice. The boys pipe up saying that Bucky isn't scary, but edge it on saying that if he wanted to be, he should wear "that mask Cass got you." It's a scary, bloody, rubber mask with missing teeth bought from a party store. Bucky is unsure about it, but he tries it on anyway, thinking that it might be better if no one sees his face. Liking gruesome things, Cass loves it. Sarah thinks that he should wear the half mask and outfit that's left in the family's trunk of costumes; it's a Phantom of the Opera outfit.
I don't know where to go after this, but I imagine it being a happy ending
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Sweet Potato Pie / Pumpkin - [Explicit] It's late at night and the boys are at a sleepover and Sam is away, Sarah and Bucky are savoring a plate of leftover desserts without the overhanging thought that the last of it could be gobbled up at any moment. Sarah is still working on her first plate, a slice of sweet potatoe pie with vanilla whipped cream. Bucky gets up for his second and returns with a slice of pumpkin pie, to Sarah's silent judgment, which was purchased at a grocery store. She teases him about it, he defends that both pies taste equally good, but Sarah digress. He cuts off a piece and offers it to her to taste since she's refused all this night. Her decision doesn't change. They begin to playfully bicker until Bucky says that he has a way to convince her that both taste fine. His idea: to kiss Sarah deeply and long. She "still needs some convincing." So he reaches for the whipped cream that's sitting nearby and sprays a dollop on her chest. Of course he proceeds to clean her up with his mouth, and continues to move down her body, undoing her buttons one at a time...
Most likely a fade-to-black fic
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Chai tea - Bucky has never tried chai. During a solo trip back to New York because he was invited to speak on a historical event, Sarah watches him mingle with a few historians afterwards, balancing a cardboard cup holder in one hand and periodically sipping her own. When he's done, he returns to her, greets her and asks what drinks she bought. Before she can even answer, he smoothly takes her cup from her hand to take a sip. He's stunned by the many spices and it takes a minute to process whether he likes it or not. Meanwhile, Sarah is holding in her laughter watching his face go from confusion to contemplating to surprise. In the end, he finds out he likes chai tea
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Soup - Sarah is sick. AJ is sick. Cass is sick. Bucky and Sam, by chance, haven't gotten sick. But Sam has ran away to stay at Joaquìn's so Bucky has been appointed the unofficial nurse. He masks up, wears gloves, and serves out medicine every 3 hours, refills cups of Gatorade, reapplied Vics rub, and keeps the nebulizer full. Unfortunately, they've run out of soup so he has to hurry over to the nearest store to by some. There, he runs into a friend he's made in town who's surprised to see him wearing a mask. Baffled, the friend asks if Bucky even could get sick (because of the serum and not having 21st century vaccines). He doesn't know but doesn't want to find out. When he returns home, he jokingly says that if he gets sick, then it's everyone else's turn to take care of him. The AJ in particular takes interest in this proposal and shoots off ideas of how in the world one could help a man from the 30s feel better when he's so goddamn picky about everything
(Suggestions especially welcome for this)
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"There's no place like home." - a short dialogue (maybe) about AJ practicing for his part in a school play. This year it's The Wizard of Oz after doing The Wiz for five years straight. Most of the children haven't seen The Wizard of Oz at all. The lead little girl who plays Dorothy has forgotten her lines, so AJ loudly calls to Bucky to help her with her lines. Bucky doesn't know why AJ thinks he'd know the lines like that by heart. Like the little kid he is, so he has limited filter, AJ honestly answers something along the lines of, "because you're old. It came out during your time, didn't it?" Bucky sputters, shocked at AJ's bluntness and that it's the truth. The little girl repeats what she knows. Bucky reminds her that it's the line "there's no place like home."
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"I think it looks nice."
"Tell me a story." "I don't know any stories."
"You've got leaves in your hair."
"I love you, but you have the worse poker face I've ever seen."
"Do that again."
"Would you like to dance?"
Celebrity/Bodyguard AU
Coffee Shop/Bakery AU
College Professors AU
Space AU
Tattoo Parlor/Flower Shop AU
Med School/Doctors AU
Mermaid/Pirates AU
Falling leaves
Chilly mornings
Apple picking
Football game
Gratitude
Sweaters
Family dinner
They were roommates
Friends-to-lovers
Bed sharing
Found family
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primaryalcohol · 2 years
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