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majesty-madness · 1 year
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"Stop Doing That" - Bucky Barnes x reader (semi-nsfw)
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Summary: Y/N has this habit of biting her lip, and at first, it is all unintentional. But when she figures what it does to her usually stoic boyfriend, she just can’t help herself.
Word Count: 800+
Warnings: TFATWS Spoilers, mentions of the Blip, cursing, teasing, sexual tension, established relationship (Bucky & reader), a bit of Dom!Bucky, slight manhandling, kissing
a/n: This is sort of a last minute seasonal gift, so Merry Christmas! Or Happy Holidays! Hope you guys have a good weekend!
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She was doing it on purpose, she had to be. There was no other reason as to why she wouldn’t stop doing it. 
Every chance she got, she bit her lip and it drove him fucking crazy. 
Despite knowing her in the span of a couple of years (minus the Blip), he hadn’t paid much attention to it, but now that they were dating, it was all he thought about. 
Whenever Y/N was deep in thought, her teeth would tug on the skin of her lower lip before letting it slip back into place. 
Or like now, as Sam, Zemo, and he were trying to figure out how to track down the Flag Smashers, Y/N was intently listening to what they were saying. She only provided input when she thought it necessary, and when she wasn’t she was biting her damn lip. 
This had been going on for weeks, weeks worth of her ordinary habit, weeks worth of her teasing. 
Bucky could not keep his eyes off her, she just made it so difficult to think straight. However he managed in front of Sam and Zemo. Though he was pretty sure that Sam had noticed his languid stares, and chose not to say anything. 
“I may know where we can find Donya, but first it would be best if I changed.” Zemo said, already walking away from the kitchen island and to a back room. 
“Do you really think he can find out where Donya is?” Sam asked no one in particular as he sat at the corner of the glossy kitchen island. 
Bucky, standing diagonal from him; hands planted on the counter, sighed. “I have no idea.”
Sam huffed before getting up from his seat and also walked out of the room, leaving Bucky and Y/N alone. 
She had opted to stand instead of sit, and now she had her back leaned against the counter, arms crossed over her chest. 
Bucky’s eye flicked over to Y/N, observing her closely. “You gotta stop doing that.”
The statement startled her as she looked over at him, lips jutting out from under her teeth. “Doing what?” 
No sooner had she finished that sentence did she automatically do it again. Bucky took a sharp breath, blue eyes turning dark. 
“That.” He stated gesturing up to her mouth, voice deep and raspy.
For some reason, she smirked. 
She unfolded her arms and turned to face him, one hand resting lightly on top of the smooth surface. “What? Biting my lip?”
Bucky made no movement, choosing to follow her figure as she took a methodical step forward.
He felt a heat race up the back of his neck coupled with a fluttering feeling of excited anticipation center in his gut. 
“Does it bother you?” She openly teased that time, biting her lip for a split second.
She took another slow step closer, letting her hand slide against the counter as she did so.
They were only a few inches apart from each other, and Y/N was dangerously closing that distance. 
Bucky, again, chose not to act. He simply let Y/N think that she had the upper hand though with how he was reacting, he thought maybe she did. 
“It doesn’t bother me.” He finally said, his husky voice laced with a primal undertone. 
Y/N took one more step forward, the mere inches separating them now disappearing into nothingness. “Then what does it do to you?”
Suddenly he pounced; grabbing ahold of her face with his gloved hand, yanking her to him, and shoving his lips against her’s. 
She inadvertently moaned into the kiss, her hands coming up to rest on his arm as he shoved his tongue in her mouth.
He continued the onslaught, keeping Y/N in her place even as she attempted to move closer to him. No, she was gonna learn real fast that she didn’t get to tease without consequences. 
And Y/N didn’t fight his dominating tongue ravaging her instead she let him take exactly what he wanted, let him make her dizzy with heat and lust, let him claim her; just as she had hoped. 
Several weeks ago, Y/N had picked up on how affected Bucky became whenever she bit her lip and while she had initially done it out of habit, once she learned how Bucky felt about it, she couldn’t stop. 
Every day she made a point to do it at least once, gauging his reaction to see what he’d do. 
Up until this point, he had sat back quietly while she teased him relentlessly. Today was the first time he said something about it, let alone done something about it as well. 
They aggressively made out with each other for a couple of more minutes; their tongues dancing against one another before Bucky pulled away with a wet smack of their lips. 
Y/N tried to kiss him again but he tilted his head back causing her to whimper with need. “Bucky…”
This time, he smirked. 
“Don’t worry, Baby…” He leaned in, lips barely grazing the shell of her ear. “I’ll take care of you real good later, but you better stop teasing me or I’ll do much more than kiss you.” 
“Like what?” Y/N asked breathlessly. 
“Keep doing what you’ve been doing, and you’ll find out.” 
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rassvetsky · 1 year
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Steel Blue
bucky barnes x reader
"Without giving you a chance to fight, Bucky left. For your own good. But almost a year later, as it turns out, neither of you can handle being apart, and Bucky missed you too much to play it nice when you're moaning out his name like that."
[4.3k] exes to lovers, angst to smut to fluff hehe, alcohol consumption, smoking, unprotected sex, making out, cunningulus, spit kink, marking, choking, bucky's such a gentleman i love him
reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated. not proofread.
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Soft chatter blended into the background as you kept your eyes blandly on the football match playing, small screen not doing the players any justice with the bird's-eye-view. Your fingers trailed the brim of your glass, favorite drink prepared the second you entered the pub, as you were probably the only regular there. That bartender had been a silent secret-keeper of yours for years now, and judging by how quiet and mellow you've been for the past year, he probably knew. 
"Hey," he approached you with a smile after serving his last customers, the group carrying their glasses over to their designated table. He had a warm personality, a bit mysterious perhaps, but the unknown didn't scare you one bit. He was the type of person to make others feel safe. "Everything's gonna be alright. Just wanted to remind you of that."
"Thanks, Colin." you sighed, a thankful smile playing on your lips as you took the last sip of your drink, reaching for your wallet since it was late already. 
Immediately, he reached over the bar to stop you, shaking his head to both sides with a frown. "It's literally impossible to convince you when something's on the house, isn't it?" he joked, earning a scoff from you. "Join me for a smoke break, clear your head a little. You drank a bit more than usual today." 
"Nothing out of the ordinary." you heaved a sigh, letting your wallet find its space back in your pocket as you got up, following his lead through the bar to the front entrance. You saw him fish for the pack of cigarettes in his back pocket in the dark, and you reached for your lighter, igniting the flame and holding it against the tip of his tab when he placed it in between his lips, as he took in a long drag, locking the fire in. 
You leaned on the wall and watched him as he took another cigarette out and replaced the other, using the already lit one to light that up before handing the one he had in between his fingers to you. You took it, swirled the thin roll between your fingers to get a read of the label, before taking a long, long drag. 
It was a bit quiet after that. 
"I saw Bucky last week," he admitted, tone soft, almost apologetic. "Asked me 'bout you. How you're doing, and all that." 
"Should've told him to piss off." 
"He's not a bad guy, Y/N. You know that better than I do." Colin's sigh pulled an eye roll out of you. "It's been, what, ten months? A year? Forgive and move on, sweetheart, it's the only way your heart could find peace." 
"I forgave him the second he left, forgiving is not the issue." you shook your head, a bitter chuckle leaving your lips as you watched smoke leave Colin's, urging you to take yet another drag. Letting it burn through your lungs, you exhaled, closing your eyes momentarily. "Can't forget. The only peace my heart ever knew was him." 
And how funny fate was, that a second before Colin started speaking again, your eyes met someone else's in a slight distance. 
Those steel blue eyes that used to let you know where home was. Your safe place. 
Colin followed your gaze through, offering a tight smile to the man, current subject of your conversation. He didn't see it though, too focused on the cigarette between your lips and the hurt in your eyes. Breaking away from the trance rather quickly, he looked ahead again, steps rushing but not towards you. And with that, he left. Not even sparing a hello. 
It's been a year since you last saw him. And it hurt like hell. 
It wasn't uncommon for you to wake up to an empty bed, the warmth of your boyfriend which you fell asleep with long gone, instead replaced by a ruthless cold that took over your entire body, the longer your gaze lingered on his side. 
It wasn't uncommon for him to be apathetic at times. You knew what he went through and what his mind was still putting him through, but you always made sure to let him know that it was okay for him to approach you, seek refuge in your arms and close his eyes, only to think about absolutely nothing. No worries, no demons chasing him through; just you. Just the moment. 
But that morning a year ago, the dread you felt buried deep within your chest let you know that there was more to him just getting up earlier than you when you woke up to his side being cold again. You could still feel the kiss he left by your hairline before he left in the morning, semi-asleep state not allowing you to pull him back to bed when your dreams sounded sweeter to go back to. 
You could feel your heart beating by your fingertips when you blindly reached for the folded paper you noticed by the bedside drawer, unfolding carefully only to be met with Bucky's handwriting, hard to read for everyone but you. 
You wished that you never ever learned how to read then. 
You could tell by the crookedness of the lines and rounds that his hands were shaky as he wrote away, starting off his note with your name, lettering almost apologetic. 
Thank you for making my life a lot more bearable, it read, as you ruffled through the lines with your eyes, unable to concentrate on one sentence at a time. I've always been a firm believer that love and respect are earned, and unfortunately, I never earned your love no matter how keen you were to give it to me. I loved you more than I could ever begin to comprehend, yet you deserved more than I could give. 
You felt hot tears pushing through, creating a pathway through your cold cheeks, salt lines leading the way down to your neck as you blinked once, twice, trying to get rid of them as much as you could just so you could keep reading. 
No matter how much I want to be selfish, I couldn't possibly do that to you. There's a lot of things in this world that you need to experience. You don't deserve to be staying up all night and ruining your tomorrow just so you can hold me through a nightmare. You deserve to be happy, unconditionally. And I know this isn't a good way of ensuring that, but at least this way I'll be sure that I'm not the one holding you back. The guilt of it is unbearable. 
Bucky. A fair man. Yet he never gave you a chance to fight. 
So, as petty as it is, you didn't try to get him back. As your fingers clutched the collar of the hoodie, borrowed from him; you set the paper down next to you, a heavy sob breaking through before you laid down again, knees to your chest. 
I'm going to love you 'till the end of time. 
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Your legs worked faster than your brain could, as they led the way to the pub a week later. It was routine at that point, you never liked to drink all that much but not like you had anyone left to talk to. Most of your friends were busy with life, understandably, as you lingered over the same sore spot for god knows how long. 
Colin's smile invited you in, he already had his jacket on as sometimes he left a bit earlier, leaving the bar to his cousin. The latter was still a student, thankful for every moment that Colin let him work there, as money was tight for everyone and it was hard to find a place for yourself in the job market. "Hey, love." pulling you into a hug, Colin patted your shoulder, head signaling towards the bar. "Someone's waiting for you." 
Taken aback, you frowned. Not a lot of people knew about your little routine, and probably nobody in your life would show up at a random pub with hopes of you hopping by, without even a heads-up. "Who?" 
"Go see for yourself. I need to go, though, please don't hate me when I'm back." 
That sounded like you were about to have a real good reason to hate him once he was back. 
Nonetheless, you waved him goodbye, before making your way over to the bar and scanning the people that sat by it. Spotting an empty stool, the figure next to it felt awfully familiar, quickening the beating of your heart and the intake of your breaths as you swallowed down a lump on your throat, slowly making your way over to it. 
His eyes met yours again. Almost lit up, even. 
"Baby." 
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You were bitter, Bucky was guilty. 
Understandably. 
As you sipped through the pint of Guinness he ordered for you, he kept playing with his fingers, gloves left on the bar long ago as if he was trying to show you that he was better. 
And indeed, he was. 
He pushed through. 
And you couldn't help but feel like maybe that's because of the lack of you in his life, although it seemed to be far from the actual case. He was actually happy to see you, ecstatic even, as your sight was the only thing he wished for in the past year. Every night was spent ruffling through memories of you, snippets of how warm your embrace would feel, how your kisses would ignite a thousand fires on his soul and how you'd smile up at him as if he hung the stars.
He missed you enough to go crazy. 
And you missed him too, but you were as stubborn as a mule. God, you were so bullet-headed that he could barely bring himself to look at you, guilt eating him alive from the inside, fear of never being understood laid deep within his chest. 
But you understood him. Forgave him. Knew why he left, knew why he felt like he had to.
You were just so angry at him that he took your only source of happiness away from you. 
"Sounds eventful." you muttered after he gave you a short recap of how his year went, chuckling to yourself a bit. Barely anything had changed for you except that you hated going home now, knowing that Bucky, your Bucky wouldn't be there to pull you into his embrace and keep you away from whatever was plaguing you all day. You used to love going back home to him back then. 
Bucky kept the silence going for a little while, before reaching from under the bar to brush his fingers against yours. Even the slightest touch like that burned his eyes with tears threatening to escape, he was desperate, so desperate that he could get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness, for you to give him something, anything, perhaps a hug or at the very least, a shove. 
"I can't do this anymore." he admitted, tone sheepish. "I came here a couple of weeks ago, asked Colin about you- and fuck, I hoped that you'd be happy, I prayed every night for you to already have forgotten about me-" a sigh left his lips. "But hearing that you were… It broke me. It broke my heart again and I- I'm sorry. I don't- there's no excuse, but I miss you. And I love you, so much." 
His voice was breaking. 
You couldn't help but sniffle, and grab his hand. Your hold was firm, determined, almost filled with passion, even. 
"I forgave you long ago, Buck." you whispered, the nickname washing out quite a bit of his worries as he leaned in a bit, just to hear you better. To hear you closer. "But I don't think you understand what exactly you ripped apart from me when you left. How- How could you even begin to think that I'd be happier without you?" a single tear traveled down your cheek. "As if I'm as pure as the driven snow. As if I gave you anything remotely close to what you actually deserve." 
"You gave me more than-" 
"No, shut up," you snapped, shaking your head. "Seriously, drop that bullshit. We were perfect for each other and you- you were just-" 
You couldn't bring yourself to say it. Because you knew that it wasn't what you actually felt, it wasn't what you actually wanted to say. 
With a sigh, his gaze dropped to the floor. Thinking over everything the two of you had been through. Countless nights spent with you nursing him back to the present with quiet shushes, whispers of 'I'm here, you're with me, safe'. Countless hours of your gentle fingers working shampoo through his hair, massaging his scalp, patching up his bruises. You never mentioned it, never used it against him, instead talked him through the process by telling him about your day; about the flock of birds you saw by the port, about a cute snail you found stranded in the middle of the pavement and carried to safety. 
About life. 
You kept reminding him that there was a world around him, detached from his own bubble. 
When he looked back up at you, his gaze held a thousand words that he didn't have the power to speak out loud at that moment, and a thousand stars. Which, again, you were sure that he hung, himself.
And a silent agreement surged through the both of you then. 
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Bucky could still walk the way to your bedroom with his eyes closed, or rather, occupied. You giggled at the realization, legs wrapping up around his waist a bit tighter but you knew that even if you let go, he'd hold you. 
He was keeping you tight against him as if you'd disappear right before his eyes. 
His lips didn't leave an inch untouched, shirt long gone by the living room, straps of your bra pushed down as he bit down on the thin skin near your collarbones. He imagined this moment at least a million times when he was alone, guilt seeping through his veins but even the thought of you kept him going, tight around his length as he fucked his fist, imagining, wishing, praying that it was you instead. 
And although he promised himself that he'd take it slow and savor it if he ever got the chance again, that promise was long forgotten the second you pressed your lips against his. 
He wasn't rushing, he had all night anyway but god, he was unhinged; uncontrollable with the way a low growl left his lips when he finally laid you down on the bed, a broken moan leaving your own lips when his clothed length pressed against your core. Your hips jumped up to meet his halfway through as you tugged on the end of his shirt to pull it up, and he allowed you to do that, discarding the piece of fabric somewhere on the floor before he reached in for a kiss. 
It was wet, messy, sloppy even- but it had been way too long for any of you to care. You missed feeling his lips against yours, spit leaving a trail in between whenever the two of you parted to catch your breath. Your lower lip got caught between his teeth as he tugged slightly, not even bothering to play nice when his tongue grazed yours, hands all over your body as you squirmed under his weight. His lips traveled all the way down to your neck again, ruthless with the way he was abusing your skin, making sure that the reminders of that moment would stay for at least a day or two. 
You were his, and he wasn't going to let his insecurities take you away from him this time. 
Your fingers tangled through his hair, keeping him tight against your skin with a whisper of his name, body practically on fire with the way you were just so desperate to feel him against you, impossibly closer. It wasn't enough, and it felt like it'd never be. 
"Baby, please," you breathed out, hardly able to even speak with how dried up your throat felt already. He only hummed against your skin, hands making their way in between the bed and your back to unclasp your bra, pulling it through your arms before throwing it elsewhere. 
"Please what?" the look in his eyes made you feel like he'd give you the world at that moment if you asked, lips pink, swollen & wet. You couldn't find an answer- you were so ready to take just whatever he saw fit, mind buzzy with the way he kept grinding on you mindlessly. All those fabrics must've felt like a crowd to him too, as he pulled away a little to peel your jeans off, his own following suit. "Tell me what you want." 
"You know exactly what I want, stop teasing," your tone was meant to be threatening but it came out more of a whine than anything else, as your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head when he landed a harsh spank on your inner thigh. "Fuck- sorry, 'm sorry," you slurred, already drunk with everything about him. "Just- please, anything." 
"Been too long that you're not as vulgar as you used to be," he snickered, specifically slow as he tugged his boxers off, crawling right back to you just to trail soft & wet kisses across your abdomen, tickling you a bit but you didn't have it in you to complain. "You'd lay there for hours just begging for my cock, wouldn't you, baby?" 
Your mindless nod pulled a chuckle from him as he reached further south, one kiss right above where your underwear ended before hooking a finger through the cloth, pulling it across your legs. "Kept thinking of you. Kept thinking about how wet you always got for me." he whispered, fingertips slowly leading the way to your core, now bare and drenched with expectation as you squirmed, nodding rapidly as if to confirm that. 
A dragged out mewl finally left you when he ran his flesh fingers through your soaked folds, hissing out a curse before gripping your thigh and pulling you closer, face already level with your entrance. "Bucky, Bucky, baby," you mumbled, fingers treading through his hair when his tongue made contact with your sensitive bundle of nerves, wet fingers teasing your entrance as he savored the taste. 
He wasn't as patient for much longer though, as he pulled away for a bit to let a ball of his spit fall and soak through your already damp core. Using that leverage to push two of his fingers in, he curled them slightly in the way he knew would affect you the best. The slight graze against your walls pulled a sob through you, as you threw your head back against the mattress, back arching when he trapped your clit in between his lips again, sucking and licking until you were reduced to a whimpering mess beneath his hold. Your cries weren't as silent anymore as you moaned out his name, louder than you meant to, the time spent apart definitely showing its effects as you could already feel a familiar coil forming. 
The only thing that could be heard throughout your rather quiet apartment was the slurping sounds of his lips against your core, groans that left him when he grazed his clothed length against the mattress and your loud pleas, screams of his name with a few tears escaping. It was too much, it was too less, it was perfect and everything in between as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, abusing your clit in a way that you'd only let him. 
That coil didn't take too long to snap, vision blurry until white, his stubble glistening under the dim light with your essence. He felt every single bit of his body taken over with primal urge, wanting to taste you and use you until you couldn't even form a thought, but good lord, he tried too hard to push that back and show you just how much he missed you. Your body was still shaky as he helped you ride through the high, sensitive to the touch, flinching and squirming without much effort. 
The harmony between the two of you was impossible to miss when he pushed himself up and forward just to find you awaiting him there, lips parted and tongue out to be given what you deserve. Bucky let a mix of his spit and your wetness fall on your tongue then, as you swallowed it all down with gratitude, body melting against his when he wrapped his arms around you, giving you a moment to recover. "Tell me you love me." 
You couldn't reply properly then, only a soft whine leaving your lips before his metal fingers suddenly wrapped around your neck, squeezing from both sides slightly to pull that answer out of you. "Love you so much," you dragged out, a bit woozy. "More than anythin'." 
His smile was animalistic as he lined his length up with your entrance, running the tip along your folds to spread your wetness around, your shaky intake of breath indicating just how sensitive you got from only one orgasm. 
He wanted more. 
"Love you more, baby." he whispered before pushing the tip in, the stretch causing you both to groan in unison as he slowly bottomed out, pulling out a bit just to thrust right back in. "Fuck, still so tight for me. You were made for me, weren't you?" 
You could only nod, unable to form any coherent sentences at that moment as your lips parted, gasps leaving through with every single thrust until he got a little meaner. Your gasps left their place for broken moans and sobs then, the force of him on top of you pushing you deeper into the mattress, the guttural groans leaving his lips jerking you further towards the edge of completely losing your self-control. 
This is not where you expected to end up tonight, but you were so ready to thank every single supreme being you could think of. 
His grip on your neck got tighter, free arm used to keep his body up on top of you as you held onto him for your life, nails definitely leaving marks through his back and shoulders when you dug in. He didn't mind, if anything, the pain only made him want to ruin you harder, keep you sore for days just to return to you whenever he saw fit. His hot breath rhythmically hit your neck as he gasped against the skin, hips drilling into you with so much force that the intensity got you shaking again. 
Metal fingers trailed down in between your bodies to circle your clit, harsh material forcing a louder moan out of you as you spread your legs a bit wider for him, the stretch burning through your joints. You were dangerously close already, clenching around his length uncontrollably, intense enough to elicit dragged out and loud moans from him. 
"Good fucking girl," he growled against your ear, soft pants leaving his lips as he took a deep breath. "Come for me, c'mon. Give me what I want." his words barely made any sense to you, as you were way too preoccupied with the loud sounds you let out, mind busy trying to fight off the fog that took over. 
And that fog didn't dissipate until it was finally too much to take in, a heavenly sense of relief surging through your body with heavy tremors, breath held behind a gasp and eyes rolled close. He wasn't too far behind, pace already faltering when his moans got even more broken, unable to keep it together with the tight grip you had on his length as he pushed deep and filled you up- right to the brim. 
With your neck free from his hold, and his weight no longer on you but next to you- you could open your eyes again. Both of you were still panting, trying to recover from what just happened- and speaking of that, Bucky's eyes were on your blissed face, looking for any sort of regret but all he could see when you finally looked up at him was pure happiness in your eyes. 
You were still capable of looking at him like he hung the stars for you. 
A smile broke out on his lips before he pulled you close, sticky bodies wrapping around one another but you were too high to care, especially when he ran his fingers all over your body and pressed his lips against yours. "How are you feeling?" 
"Good," you chuckled wearily. "Really good." 
"I'm glad." with his soft whisper, you closed your eyes again. "You can go to sleep if you want, I'll clean you right up and cuddle you." 
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You wanted to go back to sleep. Hell, you could sleep all day if left unsupervised but seeing Bucky under the morning light, fast asleep with soft snores leaving him was a sight to behold. 
You couldn't take your eyes off of him. 
Your fingers went up to caress his face, tracing his features as a sigh left your lips. He was so beautiful, looked so peaceful and you were really torn between wanting him to wake up and wanting him to get some rest. But the latter didn't seem to be happening anytime soon as he smiled, eyes still closed, just a sleepy hum leaving him. "Morning," he spoke, voice a little raspy from all that sleep. 
"I love you." you whispered, smiling along when he opened his eyes and nodded. He knew, he never for once doubted your love- not because you were a master at reminding him that every day but because he always felt it in his bones when you were around. 
"I love you too, so much," he whispered back. "And I'm never ever leaving the love of my life again."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
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babyjakes · 7 months
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earn it. [blurb.]
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event | august '23 general requests blurb night
summary | if you want your daddy's cock, you're gonna have to earn it.
pairing | daddy!bucky barnes x little!reader
warnings | ddlg. fairly soft!daddy!bucky but he does force an orgasm out of reader. thigh riding. begging/pleading. fingering/clit play. (implied) multiple orgasms. overstimulation. praise. petnames. squirting. implied p in v.
word count | 308
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requested by @vase-of-lilies | I'm excited about your event! If I could request a Bucky fic where the reader is super needy and just wants to ride his cock, but Bucky is a menace so he makes her ride his thigh first, then he takes super good care of her after being such a good girl for him, so she earns lots of overstimulation because she listened to him the first time! I hope that it is not too much or too little! I just love needy!reader and menace to society!Bucky lol!
an | okay soooo i haven't written for bucky in ages but i really really really wanted to write this request for you friend, thank you so much for sending it in 🥺🤍 i looove thigh riding and overstim so this was just the perfect little idea, thank you for sending it in and i hope you enjoy friend!!! <333
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"Please Daddy, pretty please!"
"I'll be good for you, Daddy— I'll be sooo good if you let me!"
"Pleeease Daddy, need your cock! Need it in me, please, please, please!"
Your desperate words fall on deaf ears as your daddy bounces you on his bare thigh, his big hands supporting you by the waist as you sniffle and whine into his shoulder. "Shhh, pumpkin. C'mon, give me one more. Cum one more time for Daddy, and then you can have it, sweet girl."
"N-no Daddy, please," you beg again, your little hips jerking as he grinds you down more forcefully against his flexed thigh, the thick bands of his muscles hitting right up against your weakest spots.
"But you're doing so good, baby. So good for me, yeah? Just wanna see you cum one more time. You know how much I love seeing you fall apart like this. Doesn't it feel good, baby doll? Don't you like riding Daddy's thigh?"
"Y-ye-es Daddy, but—"
"Shhh," he shushes you again, reaching a hand down to move things along by rubbing your poor, puffy clit. Your hands dig into his shoulder blades as you squeeze your eyes shut, your head pounding as you hear Bucky whisper, "C'mon, baby. Let go for me. That's it..."
He coos loving praises as you squirt helplessly against his leg. He keeps rocking you on top of him as you ride the waves of your orgasm, letting out the sweetest little hums and moans against the familiar safety of his t-shirt.
"That's my girl," he murmurs proudly, kissing the side of your head as you float back down from your high. "Did so good for Daddy, 'm so proud of you, angel. Now let's get you all spread out on your back and ready for me, hmm? Think you've finally earned a good fucking from Daddy."
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buckybabieboy · 8 months
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Heyy! I was reading you work, which I love btw, and I wanted to request a one-shot or blurb for little!bucky accidentally getting drunk, like how would he act, what would he say. I feel like he’d be super clingy and needy. With cg!mommy!reader please 🥹 Love you writing <333
Lol this is gonna be the cutest thing ever😭. Thanks for the request Babie!
Tipsy Baby.
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☁️ Summary: Bucky has way too much to drink at Natasha’s party, leaving you to take care of your little boy.
⚠️TW(READ.): sub!touch-starved bucky, dom!fem!reader, Bucky is so touch starved😭, reader is able to carry bucky, lactation kink cuz I felt like it, mentions of alcohol, Bucky can get drunk if he drinks an abundance.
📝A/N(PLEASE READ): DO NOT READ IF YOU DONT LIKE. ITS THAT SIMPLE. DON’T REPORT MY WORK JUST BC YOU DONT LIKE IT. Anyways, pls enjoy this lil blurb! drunk Bucky is just the cutest 🥰. and your right, bucky is VERY clingy AND FUCKING TOUCH STARVEDDDD when he’s drunk.
“Mommyyyy!” Bucky slurs out as he dramatically falls in front of you on the compound’s floor.
“Mommy pay ‘tenttion to me!”
You peer over your phone and watch as your baby heaves and pants on the ground, his beautiful pale skin flushed with pinkish-reddish tones, and his big puppy dog eyes red and puffed.
“Baby, are you drunk?” You question him, though you already know the answer. He only whines and thrashes his limbs around in a hissy fit, not using his words.
“W-why are you so faaarrr?” He wails petulantly, completely ignoring your question.
“M’ not far, sweetheart, ‘m right in front of you.”
An empty bottle of Tiger Beer has accompanied him on the ground, clutched inside his sweaty palms.
“Gimme that!” You sigh before getting off of your comfy spot on the couch and snatching the bottle out of his hands. He whines even more.
“Who let you have this?”
Bucky pouts and mutters something, but it’s almost impossible to hear with the music and noise that flood throughout the compound.
“Can’t hear you bud, you’re gonna have to speak up f’me, okay?”
“T-tasha…” He hiccups. “N-Natasha lemme have some, mommy…”
Another exasperated sigh escapes from you as you begin to regret supporting Bucky’s idea to come to Natasha’s party. It didn’t really surprise you though, since he was always a party guy when he was younger. You rarely ever drank, especially when you were going to an event. You opted out of that a long time when the both of you got drunk, which you both know didn’t end well.
Natasha had invited everyone to her floor for a party. You weren’t too fond of the idea when you heard there was going to be alcohol, but Bucky was very excited and begged you to go. He assured you that Steve and Sam would be there to watch him.
So eventually you gave in, but not before making him promise that he wouldn’t drink.
When you arrived at the party, Bucky was acting more than normal. He immediately started chatting and playing party games with Wanda and Vision. He even played Twister with them, which you knew was a surprise to everyone. Despite the fact that loud noises triggered him, he seemed to be having a good time. Needless to say, you felt comfortable with letting him go off on his own for awhile.
Scanning the room, you spot Natasha by the fridge, a Tiger Beer in hand. The trash can next to her was filled with empty bottles of that stuff, and you knew they had to be Bucky’s. He couldn’t get drunk easily so it would take a copious amount of alcohol to get him drunk.
The blame wasn’t all on Natasha, though. Wanda, Vision, Steve, Natasha, and Sam all were made aware of Bucky and his little space—you’ve told them a numerous amount of times for his safety. So Natasha could’ve given him a bottle, but Bucky must’ve gotten his hands on this much alcohol all by himself.
You’d have to talk to them about that another day though, because right now, your little boy was cemented on the cold floor, spacey and dazed below you.
“S-so pretty. Mommy so pretty!” Bucky giggles, his head cocked to the side in awe as he gazes up at you. He wasn’t thinking about anything else. He literally couldn’t. His little brain couldn’t process anything while in little space, so him being drunk definitely amplified it X10.
“C’mon, baby boy. Let’s get you taken care of.”
You offer your hand to him. He doesn’t budge though, instead he whines, and mutters more incoherent sentences. This wasn’t the first time Bucky lost all of his words. When he was little, most of the time he would gesticulate instead of speaking up.
“Hmm…” You tap your index finger on your chin, prenteding to brainstorm. “Oh! I know what you want! You want uppies!”
Bucky nods and squeals, making grabby hands up at you. You place your hands under his arms, pick him up, and set him on your hip. A precious little noise escapes from him as he wraps his legs around your waist, his arms around your neck, and leans into your touch. The smell of your hair seemed to be the only thing he was able to process.
Once you make it to your floor, you set him down on the bed. He whines once again when you leave and you quickly shush him, reassuring him that you’re just getting his pj’s out for bed. Bucky stands up to take off his pants but stumbles and trips, landing face down on the floor.
“Hnnngh..” He whines, starting to pick up his thrashing and wailing from earlier.
“Hush, my little boy, let Mommy take care of you.”
“M’ dizzy…” He fusses. “Everything’s spinning…”
“I know baby, I know. Let’s get you in your PJ’s, okay?” You hush him a little bit before helping him off the ground and settting him back on the bed. It was a struggle, but you got his pants and shirt off. Now the task was to replace them with his nighttime ones. You take one leg of the pants, grab his leg, and slide it in.
“Good job, Jamie! Now your right leg!” You praise your little boy. He giggles when his pants are all the way on, and doesn’t even fuss when you put his shirt on for him.
“Perfect… now let Mommy get changed and then we can go sleepies, okay?”
He fussed, but you got changed in no time, and his fussing quickly became coos of happiness once you cradled him in your arms.
“My little baby.” You fawn. “Your mommy’s boy aren’t you?”
Bucky’s eyes flutter, as he tries to stay awake. His baby blues are glossy and clouded from the substance earlier.
“Mmm… uh-huh! M’mommy’s boy! Mommy’s goodest boy!”
“Yeah, except for earlier. What did I tell you about drinking that much alcohol? You know your little mind can’t take it.” You scold, and he pouts up at you.
“Sammy was watchin’ me! But then he drank some too, ‘n we-” His hiccups interrupts him.
“W-we made a stupid bet. Who could drink the mostest, ‘n I won.” He giggles at that last part, obviously proud of himself for beating Sam at literally anything.
You were about to respond when you noticed his eyes flutter. His metal fingers tug on your tank top—you already know what that means by now.
“Awh my baby’s hungry! You hungry, sweetheart?” You coo at him in the softest tone possible. He does nothing but nod, his words are becoming little to none—indicating that he was deep in.
“Go ahead, Jamie. You can have some, mommy doesn’t mind.”
You help him out a bit by tugging down the top yourself, your leaking tits out for Bucky to suckle on. He wastes no time, immediately latching his pink lips on your right nipple. His suckles were harsh and rapid. All he wanted right now was to taste your sweet nectar. A few strokes to the scalp and he’s almost out—his stamina completely gone from earlier.
You praise your little baby. Whispering to him all of the things he loved to hear. Calling him all of the names he loved to be called while in his little space.
The meekest whines and whimpers come from him as he suckled more frantically. As time went on he became frustrated—frustrated at the fact that he was too exhausted to keep going.
“Shh, it’s okay. I know… your so exhausted, hm? So exhausted from having so much fun earlier?”
You stroke his scalp with your fingers, keeping the movements slight and slow for him. Bucky could never describe it, but there was always a certain tactic, or pattern in which you’d scratch his scalp that made him feel so innocent. So vulnerable.
You know this, You know what touching Bucky’s hair does to him, what it does to him when he’s completely reliant and under your control.
“I’ve got you, Bucky Bear. Hush now.”
Bucky eventually quiets down, and so do his suckles on your nipple. He lets your nipple fall free from his mouth, some milk dripping down his parted lips. You wipe it off gently.
“Mommy m-mines?” He whimpers. “All mines?” He nuzzles himself into your chest, the warmth of your body and vibration of your voice as you cooed to him always calms him down.
“All yours, honey.”
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whorefordean · 10 months
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Ooo prompt 13 on hurt comfort for winter solider bucky/reader. Pls pls I'd die
always safe
bucky barnes x reader
warnings: none i think
wc: 760
prompt: “i won’t let anybody hurt you ever again.”
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Your eyes remained closed as you stretched out to reach for Bucky. You whined when your hand never met his warm body. You peaked an eye open, desperately searching for your boyfriend. You frowned as your eyes adjusted to the dark room. Bucky’s side of the bed was empty.
You slowly sat up, dropping your feet onto the floor. You hissed at the cold hardwood floor against your bare feet. You stumbled through the dark room, making your way through your apartment.
You sighed when you entered the living room. There on the cold floor, laid your sweet Bucky. You could see his stoic expression held tight even as he slept. You watched as his body writhed against the floor, beads of sweat running down his face.
“Oh, Buck,” you whispered softly, sadness washing over you as you watched your love suffer. You crept towards Bucky, careful not to alarm him. When you reached him, you crouched down to gently rub his hair.
“Sweetheart,” you called out to him. Bucky’s body relaxed for a moment before tensing up again. He slowly pried his eyes open, heaving in deep breaths. Bucky tried to control his panic, but it was no use. He had woken up completely disoriented, unaware of where he was or how he ended up here.
“You’re okay, Bucky. You’re safe,” You cooed softly. You continued to run your fingers through his soft hair. Once he’s better aware of his surroundings, you caress his face.
“Are you with me, Buck?” You whispered to him softly. Bucky inhaled a sharp breath. His eyes searched yours for comfort. He found it rather quickly and placed his hand on top of yours resting on his face. He leaned into your touch and let out a shaky breath.
You moved to sit beside Bucky, but he quickly pulled you on top of him. You were straddling his waist now. His eyes were closed, and his free hand moved to rest on your hips. It was a welcomed grasp, his hands sending a warmth through you. His eyes were closed now as he allowed himself to fully relax into you. He rested his head against your chest, listening to the soft thump of your heart.
After a few minutes, Bucky finally responded.
“I’m with you,” he replied faintly, squeezing your hips slightly to ground himself.
“Where did you go?” You asked him, referring to the obvious nightmare he just suffered through.
“Hydra. Again,” he replied sadly. You could barely make out the small tears forming in his eyes. You wiped away the only one that fell.
“You’re here, love. They’ll never have you again,” You replied calmly. It angered you how much pain Bucky seemed to always be in. Even years after the fact, Hydra still had its claws buried too deep into your sweet Bucky.
“What if he’s still here?” Bucky whispered into your chest. Your chest burned at his question. The Winter Soldier, in Bucky’s mind, was always lurking. He was always waiting for the perfect moment to strike, leaving Bucky on edge, waiting for him to ruin his life all over again.
“Sweetheart, he’s gone. I won’t let anybody hurt you ever again. Not the Winter Soldier and not Hydra. You’re safe now, Bucky. Always.” You promised. You’d do whatever it takes to keep him safe, even if it meant protecting him from his own mind.
Bucky nuzzled his face deeper into your chest, inhaling your scent. He’d never tell you, in fear of looking like a creep, but he loved the way you smelled. You smelled like home. You’d always be that for him. His home. His comfort. His peace.
Bucky slowly stood up, taking you with him. He carried you back into your bedroom, leaving his thin blanket on the living room floor. He placed you softly onto the bed, placing a small kiss onto your forehead, then your cheek, then finally your mouth. He gave you a few short pecks, then held his lips to your. You kissed him back slowly.
“I love you, Doll,” Bucky whispered, placing a final kiss to your lips before laying down beside you.
“I’m always gonna love you, Buck,” You whispered back, pushing your body closer to his. His hands were laced into your hair, gently twisting and tugging on the soft strands.You wrapped your arm around his waist. Bucky quickly fell asleep, his breathing finally steady. Your head rested softly against his chest. The rise and fall lulled you into sweet dreams of you and Bucky. Always safe. Always together.
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Hiii not sure if this is okay with you, or completely pathetic in anyway (let me know if it is)… BUT it’s my birthday today and no one wished me a happy birthday :/ it’s almost 10pm at night.
If you were up for it could you write maybe a little blurb of Bucky saying happy birthday and making me feel bit better?
I live for your posts, you are seriously talented af, never stop 💕💕💕🥹 even if you can’t write it, I’ll still spend the last few hrs of my bday reading through your stuff.
Happy Birthday » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier
Pairings: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader
Summary: Bucky wishes his best girl a happy birthday.
Warnings: Fluff, language, Bucky being the best boyfriend ever, hugs and kisses, cuddling, use of pet names
A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this. Also, I’m sorry no one wished you a happy birthday, but you’re getting one from me and Bucky🩵
Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.
Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier
GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.
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Bucky laid next to you with his head propped up on his hand, smiling at how cute you look when you sleep. He gently moved a piece of your hair from your face, his metal thumb gently rubbing across your cheek. You stirred awake, feeling the cool metal on your cheek. You opened your eyes to see your boyfriend smiling at you. You gave him a smile back.
“Good morning, doll.” Bucky says softly.
“Good morning, Bucky.” You say.
Bucky’s metal hand gently cupped your cheek. He leaned down and kissed you passionately, making you smile against his lips.
“Happy Birthday, babydoll.” He says against your lips.
“Thank you, baby.” You smiled, kissing him again.
You moved closer to him, laying your head on his chest and played with his dog tags. Bucky protectively wrapped his arms around you, his metal hand rubbing your back.
“Can we stay in bed and cuddle all day?” You asked.
“We could, but we’ll miss what I have planned for you today.” Bucky says.
“Is it for my birthday?” You asked curiously, looking up at him.
“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, doll face.” He kisses the tip of your nose, making you giggle. “We can cuddle for a little bit.” He says.
You playfully pouted at him. Bucky couldn’t help but kiss you.
“I love you, Buck.” You say against his lips.
“I love you too, doll.” Bucky says softly.
🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵
-Bucky’s Doll
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hallecarey1 · 11 months
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His Touch | Bucky Barnes
Summary: As Bucky is suffering because he can't reassure you that he is returning home, you were suffering because you didn't know if Bucky would come home to you. After returning, he shows that you will never lose him, and you connect in a way that proves nothing eases suffering like human touch.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Swearing and Smut (18+)
Author's note: This was my first attempt at writing smut, and to be honest, I'm not sure how I feel about it.
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Flashes of Bucky's bloody corpse flooded your mind while you did nothing but sit and worry about him. The thought of Steve or Fury knocking on your door to inform you that Bucky died during the mission had kept you pacing in front of it restlessly.
Despite Fury's warning that the mission would be challenging, you were confident that Bucky would return home a few days later. But when the days grew into weeks and there were no updates, you began to worry that he would never return to you. 
Bucky knows he needs to return to you because you've told him several times in the middle of the night, with tears running down your cheeks and his arms around your waist, that you simply can't live without him. It was his promise to you just before boarding the Quinjet two weeks ago.
There hasn't been any word from anyone regarding his whereabouts, and the fact that he's been missing for two weeks brings back flashbacks of Bucky at Hydra. You were horrified as the thought of Bucky being kidnapped by Hydra struck yet another emotional nerve. You drank from the whisky bottle, hoping that the burn of the alcohol down your throat would ease your thoughts and stop the memories of your captivity with the Soldat. 
When you entered Bucky's room, you had changed into clean pajamas, your damp hair clinging to the shirt. Bucky's scent hit you as his red henley draped over your tiny frame, evoking a sense of protection and comfort. You crawled into his bed and grabbed a book to keep yourself occupied until you got an update on Bucky. 
You yawn as you lie in bed, taking in the soft pillow and comfortable mattress. You felt the full impact of tiredness from the many days and nights you had not slept as you turned a new page in your book. Bucky's scent drifting from his bed and shirt, as well as the warmth of his bed, lulled you to sleep.
Within hours of you falling asleep, the compound's elevator opened to reveal a bloodied and bruised Bucky. Bucky dashed to his room after Dr.Cho patched up his wounds so he could finally sleep and hold you in his arms. 
He stumbled onto the floor, which he shared with Steve and Sam, and carefully opened the door to his room with the goal not to wake you up. As he entered his room and saw you curled into a ball with his red henley draped over your tiny frame and his dog tags around your neck, he couldn't control his arousal. He approached you and removed the book from your sleeping figure, which he placed on the bedside table.
The spark of desire he felt when he saw you wearing his henley and dog tags sprang from a need to show everyone that you were his, as well as a possessive desire to keep outsiders and newcomers from touching what was his. Bucky was kindling that deep longing in him, but he controlled it because, no matter how much he wanted to stake his claim on you, he just needed to feel you. Feeling your touch reassures him that he is not an unlovable monster.
Your deep sleep is disturbed by a cool touch on your head and the sensation of lips brushing on your cheek. When you open your eyes, you see Bucky hovering over you, his stubbled face smiling, and his metal hand running through your hair.
"Bucky?" you question sleepily as you rub your eyes, your awoken state making it difficult to tell whether Bucky is real or a hallucination.
"Hi, doll. I’m sorry for being late." He apologizes and leans in close, kissing you on both cheeks, nose, and forehead before softly pulling away with a kiss on your lips.
As you look into each other's eyes, he lightly caresses the softness of your cheek with his cold fingers. You put one hand on Bucky's cheek and the other securely in his dark hair, luring him into a passionate kiss."I thought you left me," you muttered against his lips, a faint whimper escaping your lips. Because he had been missing for so long, you were terrified.
Because Steve had known him for a long time and appeared completely calm and confident in Bucky's safety, the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents labeled you an attention seeker when they saw you freaking out about the possibility of Bucky being captured and taken by Hydra again, believing you were overreacting and being dramatic.
It made your blood boil. It didn't matter that Steve had known Bucky for longer than you had; what was meant to be important was that Bucky had been sent on a mission and had not communicated with anyone, despite the fact that he was supposed to return to the base two weeks ago.
Yes, Steve had known Bucky for much longer than you, but you had spent three years in HYDRA together. You built a bond during your stay there. You connected in ways no one could fathom, a bond that kept you both alive while retaining your humanity. 
Bucky, even as the Winter Soldier, never hurt you and made sure no one else touched what was his. Similarly, when they brainwashed you and changed you into the Phoenix, you became assassins who protected one another no matter what happened on the mission.
"I'd never leave you," he says as he presses his lips to yours and kisses you passionately. It wasn't his intention to inform you, but there was a brief moment during his mission when he was afraid he wouldn't see you again.
Flashback: 
This mission had been particularly difficult for him. Everything was going according to plan as he removed Hydra agents from left to right until he felt a searing prick in his neck and everything went black. During that time, the agents bound him to a chair and tortured him in the hopes of eliciting information from him. When he realized the promise he made to you would be broken, he was filled with fear and sorrow. He was convinced he would never see you again. But it wasn't until a hydra doctor appeared, clutching a red book with a black star on the cover, that everything became clear.
Bucky's face lit up with a little grin when he noticed the red book. The Winter Soldier was the deadliest murdering machine ever devised. He would gladly offer him to them if they wanted him. Everything seemed to be going according to plan until the trigger words were said. The Winter Soldier was vehemently opposed to cooperating. The gaze he fired at them horrified them. He was simply there to protect you, and when he learned you weren't there, all hell broke loose. He destroyed the Hydra base in less than five minutes and followed the trail in his mind that led to you. Once the Winter Soldier had gotten the Quinjet in the sky, he relinquished control. 
Present Time: 
When he felt your cold fingers caress his cheekbones, he smiled against your lips and breathed heavily as he pulled away from the kiss. As Bucky drags your body down the bed, you squeal in surprise, and a mischievous gleam appears in his cerulean eyes as he slides his body between your legs.
You're still laughing as he kisses you more, but it fades quickly when his hands squeeze your hips and drag your body lower so he's laying on top of you. His hand on your hip went gently upward, going under his shirt and resting firmly on your lower back. He pushed your body closer to his, groans escaping you both from the sensation of his bulge pressing against your covered core. 
As the kiss intensifies, the friction of his thick erection against your core causes a wet patch on your underwear. You release a gasp when the coldness of his metal hand reaches the heated flesh above your underwear, his lips caressing your neck as he sneaks his hand under your shorts and rubs your clad core.
The ache between your thighs pushes you to clench your thighs around Bucky's hand, and his hungry eyes meeting yours only adds to the heat blazing in your core. When his fingers graze your clit, you groan as your panties are dragged against your throbbing clit, begging to feel his touch and remove the barrier that keeps you from feeling completely satisfied.
As he slips his hand under your pantyhose and brushes his metal fingers against the soft, shaved skin on your mound, you shiver. "Please, I need you," you gasped, tilting your head back as he pressed his lips against yours, moaning as he rubbed your clit with his wet, juice-soaked fingers.
"I got you, baby," he said softly in your ear, gasping as he pushed a finger inside your tight pussy. His palm brushed your clit as he curled his fingers. Bucky lifted his head, his gaze fixed on yours. He watched as your lips opened and your face distorted in delight. "Are you ready for another pretty girl?"
You exhale, feeling his smirk on your neck as he softly pushes another finger inside your tight pussy. "I missed you so much. Please fuck me. I need you." As his palm presses harder against your clit, you sob.
Bucky was hovering over you, breathing heavily, as you reached up and grabbed the front of his shirt, drawing him in closer. With slow, open-mouth kisses over your neck, he nipped at your collarbone. "Not yet, no. I need to taste you," he says, slipping his hand out of your shorts and withdrawing his lips away from your neck. He puts his wet fingers in his mouth and groans softly at the taste of you, peering right into your eyes
"You taste so good, baby," he says, adjusting his Henley to rest against your ribcage, leaving sloppy kisses from your underboob to your navel. A pleased feeling spreads throughout your body as Bucky's actions continue downward. 
While you hold his gaze, Bucky's lips slide down to your pussy, tugging your underwear aside as he leaves a gentle kiss on your clit, you gasp your hand reaching down to run your fingers through his hair. 
He kisses your thigh and bites the delicate flesh before hooking his thumbs into your underwear waistband and dragging them down your smooth legs before resting on his knees. "Spread your legs for me, baby." His low, velvety voice sent shivers down your spine, and you sheepishly agreed. 
"Shit, doll. So wet for me." He let out a choked grunt before palming his large erection through his tactical pants, forcing you to whine. When he gripped your thighs strongly, your shaking hands gripped the sheets tightly, his eyes fixed on yours as he swiped a finger over your wet folds, making your breathing increase. 
"Bucky," you moaned as his tongue flattened against your core, his warm tongue gliding across your virgin sex. You let out a loud groan as his tongue slid between your folds and circled the tip of his tongue around your clit.
"Tastes so fuckin' good." Bucky sighs, pulling your lips apart with his thumb and finger. You tugged harder on Bucky's hair as you felt his warm tongue plunge into your cunt, the sensation of Bucky moaning into your cunt had your toes curling. 
Bringing his hand up your body, he grasped your breast, softly twisting your nipple. Your lips parted and your eyelids closed as you felt the coldness of his hand. You buck up into his mouth as he sucks the sensitive bundle of nerves between his lips that has you spewing his name out between gasps, your head dropping back onto the pillow. "Bucky." You moan, sensing your approach.
Bucky pulled away just as you were going to cum. His lips had met yours as your hand moved over his suit, unbuckling and unstrapping it. He hurls his vest across the room, leaving him bare-chested. As you smooth over the scarred skin on his shoulder, you press a soft kiss to it and the ones around it, making him tremble above you.
"I want to feel you cum around my cock," he murmured, unbuckling his belt and tossing it on the ground, his pants and boxers landing on top. Your attention shifted from the planes of his strong chest to the trail of dark hair at his navel, which led to his big and erect cock. As you moved your hand down his chest to his cock, you could see beads of pre-cum seeping from his tip. “Doll.” His hips jerked up as you wrapped your hand around his thick cock.
Adding a pleasing pressure as you jerked him off, Bucky's hand removed yours swiping his thumb over the pre-cum seeping from his tip. “You look so hot when you wear my clothes.” He praised, running his thumb over your bottom lip before slipping it into your mouth. You complied, sucking his pre-cum off his thumb, Bucky groaned as he felt you moaning around his digit.
"That was so hot, baby." Pulling his thumb out, dragging your bottom lip down, saliva coating it. He intertwined his cold metal hand with yours and placed it next to your head.“I love you,олукa.” He looked you in the eyes and caressed your cheek with his warm palm, causing your eyelids to close for a fraction of a second before opening and gazing into his cobalt eyes.
"I love you, too, Bucky." Your love for him was visible in your eyes, and when he looked into them, all he saw was happiness and love. Bucky hovers over you, lines his tip up to your entrance, then softly and carefully pushes himself into you, inch by inch, until he's completely sheathed. When your tight walls stretched around his thick member, you winced into the kiss as it burned.
His warm hand went under your thigh and grasped it as he thrust his hips forward, kissing your collarbone with his lips. Bucky growled as you tighten your grip on him as he thrust toward you. "Bucky. " You whimpered, your free hand grasping the hair on the back of his neck.
Bucky reached down and rubbed his fingers hard across your sensitive clit. You could feel the tension in your gut loosening as you rested your forehead against his and locked your gaze with his. "I'm gonna cum, Bucky." Bucky drove into you faster and harder, and you moaned, your eyes shutting.
"Come on, baby," he moaned, slamming himself into you at a rapid rate, his metal hand encircling your throat. "Cum on my dick, doll." Bucky's grasp on your throat intensified, causing you to cry out. The cold from his metal fingers around your throat snapped the coil in your stomach, core tightening from the satisfaction of your release.
Bucky reached his own peak as your walls tightened around him. "Fuck, doll," he mumbled into your ear as he released into you. A shiver goes through his body as he continues to thrust into you, working both of you through your high.
"Fuck, baby," he whispers as he pulls his cock out of you.  He reaches down to your delicate cunt with two fingers, seeing his cum drip out, and pushes it back into you. He placed his fingers soaked in his cum and your release into your mouth, and you could feel your legs trembling from your previous climax. 
"As hot as that was, I think we should get cleaned up and get ready for bed." Bucky chuckles as he pulls you to the end of the bed. Bucky enters the bathroom and returns with a wet washcloth. He opens your legs and begins wiping up the cum dripping between your legs, but you gasp as the wet towel brushes across your sensitive core.
"I'm sorry, baby. Did I go too rough?" Bucky stares at you with sadness in his eyes as he tosses the wet washcloth into the dirty laundry hamper.
“No. You did everything perfectly, just a little sensitive." You wrap your arms over his shoulders and run your fingers through his hair. Bucky leans towards you, sighing as your fingers run through his hair.
"How about you take a shower while I get dressed and change the bed sheets?" You suggest to Bucky, knowing he had a difficult mission.
“A shower sounds great.” Bucky nods
“Ok. Go take a shower; when you're done, everything will be ready for bed." You kiss his forehead before watching him walk into the bathroom.
You put on a clean pair of underwear, shorts, and one of Bucky's t-shirts before removing the bed sheets and comforter and replacing them with new ones on the bed. Just as you finish placing the comforter on the bed, the bathroom door opens to see Bucky in only his boxers.
Before you both crawl into bed, you exchange an affectionate smile.Bucky sat with his back against the headboard, looking for anything to watch on TV, and you sat next to him, drawing the blanket up to your chin and resting your head on his chest before he laid his arm over your shoulders.
"I thought I'd lost you." you trembled.
"You'll never lose me, baby," he whispered as he glanced at you, but Bucky observed tears pouring down your cheeks as he connected his sight to yours. Bucky moved you to sit on his lap. "Shh, baby. It's okay, I'm here." Bucky cupped his hands around your face, brushing away tears with his thumbs. 
You buried your face in his neck as sobs took over your body, Bucky tightening his arms around you, doing his best to console you. "I was afraid I'd never see you again," you say as you pull him closer.
Bucky drew you away and wiped your tears with his head against yours. "I'm so sorry to have scared you, sweetheart. I discovered an abandoned cabin to stay in, but I couldn't communicate with anyone."He said this as you drew back to assess him for injuries.
"I love you so much, Bucky," Your eyes flood up with emotions as you convey your feelings for him. "I love you, too, baby." leaning forward to give you a gentle kiss on the lips.
"Til the end of the line, doll." He kissed the top of your head. You wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on his chest. While fiddling with your hair, he kissed your head. You raise your hand up to your mouth, intertwined with his metal one, and kiss his hand softly.
“We need that touch from the one we love, almost as much as we need air to breathe. But I never understood the importance of touch, until the day I met Bucky Barnes. He saved me. In every way that a person can be saved.”
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Stuck with me-B.B.(winter soldier)
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Summary: You help The Winter Soldier hide from Hydra in your home. Soft feelings arise between the two of you after he starts to remember more of who he is.
Warnings n stuff: 18+, female!reader, not canon, angst, fluff, mentions of hydra, mentions of the torment from hydra(minor things), pet names: doll and babydoll, bucky is smitten with reader🥺. WC: 3k+
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It’s become a nightly routine by now. The soldier will be in your kitchen waiting for you after you get home from work. He’s told you that he’s slowly started to remember things, and he doesn’t want to go back to Hydra. You know that’s who he was referring to, but he couldn’t bring himself to say the name. It’s been almost three weeks since he last went to the base. They’re definitely looking for him, but you’ve promised a safe place here in your home.
You’ve given him food, water, shelter, a place to sleep, and some place to shower. You remember the first night he came to you. You were scared, honestly who wouldn’t be? But he soon enough earned your trust, and you let him in. You’d never heard stories about who he was before they did this to him. So when he told you that he thinks he’s starting to remember his old life, and he didn’t want to go back to Hydra, you couldn’t help but want to help this poor man.
The first night, you showed him your shower. You let him use any soap he wanted and let him be by himself. When he was done, you came to the door with clothes from ex boyfriends and one night stands that had left some shirts and pants here, thankfully they looked like they would fit him- you made a mental note to buy him some things when out sometime. But when he opened the door, your eyes saw the scars. The scarring was worse than your mind could’ve imagined. He told you it was bad, told you things they did to him without going into much detail, but you felt bad for him.
So you’ve been helping him ever since. And you’ve told him you work late shifts, so he should sleep, but his words were, “I need to make sure you get home okay, because I don't need something to happen to you.” You’re not sure if he doesn’t want you hurt because of his well-being, or if it’s because he might care about you the way you’ve begun to care about him, but those words have been stuck in your head ever since.
“Sleep any?” Your voice rings out softly through the place after you’ve locked your front door. He grunts, and his voice breaks the temporary silence, “not much…remembered more things.” His Russian accent is still there every time he talks, even if it’s not thick, but the sound of a book smacking the table catches your attention. The book you got him so he could write down things he wants to remember. “I think I’ve remembered my name.” That time, the accent is not as noticeable, and you smile. “What would it be?” You ask, placing your purse onto the counter as you turn on a light. There he is, ruggedly handsome is what you have come to describe him as. It took him a few days to take the mask off around you, but he trusts you, fully now.
“I think my name is James Buchanan Barnes….” You furrow your brows and take your jacket off, hanging it up onto the wrack, “yeah? That’s a long name to remember, but it’s so good that you do.” You give him a small smile as you go to the fridge, looking for food. “Mhm…but I think people used to call me Bucky.” His tone is a bit lower now as he watches you, and he sees you pull out left over pasta. “It’s a nice name, fits you perfectly.” You say before grabbing two plates and starting to put the food onto each one, giving him a little more. “So…Bucky…” you hum before you place one plate into the microwave, then you turn around, “have you thought of a plan yet?” You ask him, a worried expression is on your pretty face- he hates seeing you look like that. Bucky doesn’t like to see you worried, especially about him. “No. I know they’re looking but if I can just stay low and stay here…they won’t find me. I’m a long, long way from them.” His gruff voice comes out and you nod, “good…I hope you’re right, because I just- I’m worried about you-.” “Shouldn’t be worried about me.” Bucky shakes his head as he stands up, and the more he talks, the less of an accent you hear, maybe the longer he stays out from the cryo and the mind wiping, his tongue remembers that he’s not Russian. “You should be worried about yourself, doll.” He says, tone low as he walks over.
You sigh and look to the floor. Usually he wouldn’t make much contact with you, but Bucky wants to. He wants to touch your face and he wants to feel you. So when he’s standing less than a foot away from you, you feel the body heat radiating off of him for only the third or fourth time ever. You manage to tilt your head up and look into his bright eyes, even if they do tell many, horrible stories, and he lifts his right hand. He won’t dare touch you with the left one, not yet at least. He needs to make sure that he won’t hurt you.
“Bucky…” you whisper and his right hand, shakily, touches your cheek. You sigh from feeling the touch, and you swallow as his thumb, skin calloused yet the touch is gentle, brushes over your skin. Bucky takes in the way your eyes flutter closed, how your breathing changes, and the way your heart pounds against your chest. “You’re scared.” He states and you shake your head, taking his wrist into your hand before he has the chance to pull away. “Not scared. No. Nervous.” You laugh a little and your cheeks get warm from admitting it. “You have an effect on me, Bucky, a good one, but I don't want you to run away because of it.” The first smile you’ve seen from him appears on his lips, and a little chuckle comes from his mouth. “Run me away? You couldn't do that.” “Because you’re hiding…” He tilts his head a little, “yes, but there is another reason. I feel safe here. You’ve treated me so nicely and I don’t think too many other people would ever let me in. Not after what Hydra….made me do, made me out to be.” Bucky says their name with a grit to his teeth and you nod. His thumb brushes over the corner of your mouth before he pulls his hand away. The microwave beeps and he opens it behind you, grabbing the plate. “You get more tonight…you’ve been giving me a lot more food than you get.” “I’m fine, Bucky…honestly.” You whisper as you softly nudge the plate to him and he scowls, “do this, for me?” And he nudges the plate back to you. You sigh and reluctantly take the plate, and the corner of his mouth lifts in a small cheeky smile. He then puts the other plate into the microwave and warms it up while you get drinks and some garlic bread ready, then he’s sitting down in front of you.
You two both eat in moderate silence. He does ask how your shift at work went but that’s about it. You two then go about getting ready for bed. Thankfully you have a spare room so Bucky takes that one, and you take yours. It doesn’t take you long to sleep, and Bucky listens to your breathing as he closes his eyes and rests some, but not much. It’s hard for him to fall asleep when he knows someone could bust through that door at any moment if they wanted to. And he won’t let anyone lay a hand on you if he can help it.
The morning is like usual. You wake up around eleven, due to your night shift having you stay up late, and you fix coffee. Bucky likes his black with only a little sugar, so you fix him a cup too. Only this morning, he’s up and has your coffee fixed, and his, in your corresponding mugs. He loves the one with little white cats on it, got attached to the mug the first day you made him some hot tea, and yours is a black mug with your favorite show quote on it. Bucky doesn’t really get it, but he’s hoping that maybe one day you’ll sit with him and let him watch the show with you. “So…today's my day off.” You say as you take the mug, lips in a smile as you look up at him. It’s clear he didn’t sleep much, his eyes have dark circles slightly, hair is not so messy. “I figured we could do something together!” You say before taking a sip of your coffee- just perfect, you think.
Bucky nods, and you can’t miss the hint of a smile that graces his pretty lips. “I’d like that. Maybe we could watch a movie or something?” He doesn’t dare ask about the show, not wanting to make it weird. “Sure! We can watch something. I also think I have the ingredients to make soup.” Bucky hums, and you can’t help the giggle that leaves your lips. “Soup…? What kind??” He’s curious as he follows you further into the kitchen. “Chicken noodle probably.” “I love that.”
So you make chicken noodle soup, leaving it on the stove to finish cooking while the two of you sit on the couch, lazily, watching movies. You’ve drunk around two or three cups of coffee, each, and are content in each other's presence, that is until you see Bucky’s eyes start to close and then they’ll quickly open back up. You softly put your hand on his arm and squeeze it, “hey….take a nap. You need rest and I’m right here. I’ll wake you if I need you.” You whisper as you grab a blanket and a pillow, and you hand it to him. “Just rest right here.” You hum, standing up as you help him adjust so he’s comfy. He doesn’t fight you on it, shockingly, and he lays down, head on pillow, and you put the blanket over his body.
That leaves you the end space on the couch. So you sit back down and watch tv until the soup needs to be stirred. And that’s what happens until around 4pm. You then make you both a nice bowl of soup, a grilled cheese for you and two for him, along with a salad for yourself. Bucky said before that he’s not big on salads unless they have lots of meat on them, so he declines them usually.
When everything’s done, and you’ve got some wine, water, and lemonade out, you go to the couch and place your hand on his cheek. “Bucky.” You hum out before placing a kiss on his head. “Food is done, sweetheart.” You whisper and his eyelids stir, a groan leaving his lips. You really hate to wake him but he needs food. “Hmm…?” He asks as he slowly sits up, his left hand gently grabbing yours that’s on his face and you’re shocked- but you don’t say anything. “Food is done. I got everything on the table.” You smile before standing up and taking his right hand into your other hand and getting him up. “Thanks….” He mumbles before he gives you a warm smile, then you walk to the kitchen.
This time, eating with him isn’t quiet. He tells you that for the first time in years he had a peaceful dream about you. That you were both happy and smiling. It makes your heart warm hearing about his dream, and so you fix him another bowl of soup which happily accepts with a thank you. The night seems to go extremely well after his little nap, and you’re thankful that he feels somewhat rested.
The next week goes well. You’re on your way home from a shift you picked up, so it’s around 2pm. Thankfully you have two days off to rest and relax with Bucky, but once you’re inside your home, you know he’s not there. Usually he’s on the couch or in the kitchen, and when you check the rest of the place he’s not home. Panic settles in your chest and you find it hard to breathe. Had they found him?? Did they break in and take him back?? But there’s no sign of fighting, nothings broken, so you’re confused.
All you can do is sit and wait. That’s it. Bucky doesn’t have a phone, if he ever needs you he always calls on your house phone- which you rarely use anymore. You go to the fridge and grab some wine. You need something to calm your nerves. There’s no notes, no sign of a fight, nothing. But then you notice the window is cracked just a little bit, and after you pour your wine you walk over to it, just in time to see Bucky snatch it open and hop in. “Holy fuck!” You say, clutching your chest, and Bucky’s eyes are wide as he shuts the window down and locks it. “Bucky! Where have you been!!?” You ask, upset clearly.
He has eight bags of groceries on his metal arm and a smile on his face. “You- you didn’t hear??” He asks before he goes to the kitchen and sets everything down. “I was only gone for about thirty minutes. Took the money you gave me and did some shopping. Don’t worry, no one recognized me.” He tells you and then he places the bags down onto the counter. “Before you ask anything else, get your phone.” Bucky tells you, and you take a sip of wine before you pull your cellphone out. “Search up Hydra on the internet.” You furrow your brows but you do what he tells you to.
The first articles that come up, is that the terrorist group known as Hydra, has been taken down. Their bases around the world have been destroyed, and there is no more reason to worry about them. That’s the basic summary of what you read. You’re shocked, your brows raised and Bucky looks so happy. “So that’s why you left?” He nods as he puts stuff away, and he puts things exactly where he’s seen you put them. “Yep. I needed to get out, even if it was for just thirty minutes.” You nod, understanding where he’s coming from, and soon enough, you’re out of your panic mode, dumping the wine from your glass down the sink, and helping him put up groceries.
You have a celebration meal, one that Bucky insists on helping you make. You two laugh in the kitchen, having fun, and even though he’s not….free completely, Bucky feels as if a thousand weights have been lifted from his shoulders. He even ends up wrapping his right arm around your waist and pressing you to him. His nose rubs against yours as you two sway to the music, and Bucky can finally say he’s okay.
Dinner goes on, and it’s lovely. Bucky picked out amazing steaks to have, along with perfect sides, and the little smile that’s on his lips as he eats has you crushing harder on this man. He asks how your day was, and of course when you mention that shitty coworker of yours he gets all grumpy, but you find it cute. So when it’s time to clean up, Bucky sends you off to shower for the night while he cleans up the kitchen for you.
You take a nice shower, a relaxing one, and the water helps your muscles relax too. When you come out, dressed, you walk to the living room. Bucky is sat on the couch, looking out of the window as he sips some water. “Hey doll….” He says softly as you walk over, and he pulls you into his lap, which isn’t expected by you. “It’s a beautiful night isn’t it?” He asks you, and you give him a nod as you curl up into his lap. Bucky has found himself touching you with his left arm a little more recently, and he thinks that maybe it’s a good thing. Maybe he can’t hurt you after all.
“It’s beautiful, Bucky.” You murmur before you place a kiss on his cheek. He can’t contain it anymore. Bucky needs to do it now. He’s waited long enough, so he takes your face into his right hand and turns to face your face. “Can I….can I kiss you, babydoll?” His words come out hushed but you can hear him due to how close he is in proximity. You smile, “yes you can.” Then Bucky places his lips onto yours.
He tastes of minty toothpaste, and you wonder if he brushed his teeth while you were showering, in the spare bathroom- because that’s the only explanation. His lips are soft, and Bucky is now thankful that he asked you to buy him some chapstick a couple of weeks ago. His right hand moves to cup your cheek and his thumb brushes over your skin.
Your lips move together, delicately, as if they were made from the same mold- meant to be together. When your noses finally brush together, you both pull away. You stay close, though, and Bucky smiles before pecking your lips a couple of more times. “I have so much I want to say, I do, I just- I’m not good with words like I used to be.” He chuckles and you shake your head, “no it’s okay. That kiss said so much.” Your voice is a whisper when it comes out, and part of it is probably because you’re in shock but also really giddy, like it was a true love's first kiss situation. Hell, maybe it was.
“Thank you, for everything.” Bucky says before he kisses your lips again, and now that he’s tasted them, he’s never letting you go. There’s so much more of you that he wants to explore, he’s not losing you. “You don’t have to thank me, sweetheart. I know kindness when I see it.” You brush your nose to his, and you both laugh as you hold onto each other. “Well…I’ll do everything I can to repay you. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.” “I’m perfectly okay with that, Bucky Barnes.”
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finelinevogue · 1 year
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winter solider, literally
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summary - it’s your first time seeing snow and Bucky is more than happy to enjoy it with you
warnings: a lot of fluff basically, that’s it.
pairing: boyfriend!bucky x reader
word count: +1.2k
Thinking back, maybe you shouldn’t have run and jumped on top of an ex-asasain whilst he was sleeping.
Now that you were pinned beneath him he had finally come around from his sleep. Since sleeping next to you he had been getting long, peaceful, nights of sleep. Sometimes, like today, he wouldn’t even notice you climb out of bed and rustle around because he was sleeping so deep.
“Wha.. Why are dressed up like the Michelin man?” He asked, blinking his eyes because he thought that they were deceiving him.
They weren’t. You were wrapped up in over eight layers of tops and trousers.
You pushed him off you with ease, trying to fight your way off the bed with the heaviness of all your layers. Bucky sat back on the bed, letting the duvet pool around his waist and let the cool air reach his bare chest. You paused to check him out for a moment, before remembering what you original intentions were.
You pushed him off you with ease, trying to fight your way off the bed with the heaviness of all your layers. Bucky sat back on the bed, letting the duvet pool around his waist and let the cool air reach his bare chest. You paused to check him out for a moment, before remembering what you original intentions were.
“Babe...” Bucky rubbed a rand over his eyes as he tried to wake himself up more.
“Come on!” You said excitedly, throwing a coat at him and heading towards the door towards the hallway.
Bucky watched you as you trotted off out of the bedroom in all your layers and waited for his mind to catch up. He was too confused and awake to go back to sleep now, even though it was just past seven in the morning according to his bedside clock. 
“This girl...” Bucky whispered to himself, shaking his head as he smiled. 
He got himself up and ready, putting on a few layers but not quite as many as you obviously had. Being a super-soldier came with its perks during winter. He was the Winter Soldier after-all, literally. His body didn’t react to the cold temperatures like a normal persons would, which was beneficial in situations like this where his girlfriend was dragging him out of bed at the coldest point of the day. 
“Bucky!” You shouted from downstairs, making him follow your voice. 
He rounded the kitchen door from the stairs and saw you stood by the bi-fold doors, ready to go outside. They were already open and you smiled brightly as you awaited him to join you. 
In the time he had taken to get ready, you had put on your snow boots and added a scarf, hat and gloves. You looked absolutely adorable and Bucky smiled some more over seeing you standing here. He let his eyes take you in and reminded himself that this moment was yours to share and you were all his for as long as you’d have him. 
The outside was blinding white.
Last night must have brought snow, since there was a couple of inches snow settled on the ground and even more flakes falling from the sky. It was serene Christmas scene and you at the forefront of it all, melted Bucky’s old frozen heart. 
He never thought he would have moments like this in his past life as the Winter Soldier. He never thought he’d be able to survive the winters, constantly being reminded of who he is and what he’s done. But meeting you changed all that. You changed his winters to become something worth living for. You reminded him that the Winter Soldier was who he was, not who he is. In this moment and all the ones after it, he was Bucky. 
For someone who showed him how to love winters, you’d never actually seen snow until now. Bucky knew that of course, which is why his tired brain was catching up to the point you were at now whereby you were insanely excited over the falling snowflakes.
“Stop looking at me and let’s go!” You laughed, letting yourself outside and treading into the snow. 
“Yeah.” Bucky said to himself, smiling as he watched your face full of wonder as you took in the snow around you.
“This is so beautiful.”
“Mhm.” He nodded in agreement, watching you watch the snow fall. 
If ever he needed a moment to pull him out of a dark place, he was prepared to remember this one for a long time to come. He wanted to go back and get his phone to take a few photos of you in this happy moment, but he also didn’t want to miss a single second of it. Choosing to stay he would later thank himself for, because the happiness in yours eyes would never be truly seen from a camera lens as well as his own eyes. 
“Come on Buck.” You urged him to come closer towards you. 
He wandered over towards you, where you’d walked to the middle of your garden now.
Once he’d gotten close enough you decided to have your fun with him and push him backwards into the deep snow. He shouted your name as he fell back, but all you could do was laugh. He hit the ground softly and left an imprint with his body. 
He couldn’t even be mad when he saw that smile on your face. 
Before he could even pull you down next to him, you fell backwards yourself. He sat up a little to spot you to make sure you wouldn’t hurt yourself. When you landed with a poof and stuck out your tongue to catch some snowflakes, he knew that this would be a day you’d always remember. 
“I can’t believe that freezing cold snow could make me feel like this.” You said and Bucky turned to look at you as you kept on watching the falling snow.
“Yeah? And what’s that?” He asked.
“Alive.” You turned to face him and smile. 
He softly nodded and leaned over to try and kiss you, but before he could press his lips to yours you shoved a pile of snow in his face. Your jaw dropped at how much you’d actually thrown and instantly felt bad, standing up in case he retaliated. 
“Oh baby. Y’should know that snow fights aren’t something you’d win against me.” He chuckled to himself evilly, before standing up and lunging for you. 
You screamed as you dodged him and ran to the side. Bucky continued to chase you as you drew zig-zag tracks in the snow. You turned to look at how close he was, screaming again before taking a U-turn in your movements and running the way you’d just come. Bucky grunted as he missed you again, before taking a chance and lunging to one side you could dip to. 
Once you took the turn you thought Bucky would be behind you, but he appeared in front of you instead. You screamed again as he took you by the waist and through you to the ground. Bucky couldn’t find it in him to throw snow at your face or even bury you completely beneath it. Instead, he straddled his knees around your waist and leant down so his nose touched yours.
“I won.” 
His lips were on yours shortly afterwards, moulding the soft pink of his lips against yours. You let yourself lay on the ground as his hands guided you through the kiss, pressing himself into your slightly as he kissed you a little harder. Your face and heart warmed up instantly and you couldn’t be more grateful that you’d lost before now.
“You win.” You said through shortness of breathe after Bucky had pulled back.
“With you this happy, I always win.”
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POV: Steve and Bucky trying to put together IKEA furniture and Stevie pissed Buck off:
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Illicit affairs (chapter 1)
Summary: Bucky and Y/n are in arranged marriage. Bucky is having an affair. This is all it is about... Let's see where Y/n's fate lies... Should we?
Pairings: Bucky x reader, Bucky x Dot ...
Genre: angst, affair, unrequited love
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'Love' The word floats between all of us on a soft gust of air. 'Deep, abiding, unconditional love. You want it so much you're willing to live for it' Most people think the greatest sacrifice they can make is to die for something. They are wrong.
The truest act of love someone can make is to live for something- to allow it to consume you and turn you into a version of yourself you never recognize.
It is a tale of 4 souls twisted and helpless in their love lives. It is a narrative that contains some heartbreaks, the bitter taste of unreciprocated affection, and one that dared not to unveil itself- which takes courage to love for so long from a distance.
This is a story where one soul offered everything at love's altar, a vulnerable sacrifice, while another callously exploited that very vulnerability, sowing discord where passion once blossomed...
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Y/n's pov
The room feels colder than usual as I stare out the window, my heart sinking with every passing minute. The anticipation is suffocating, and my patience wears thin. "Again," I whisper, the word heavy with disappointment.
I watch the street below, searching for a familiar figure that is yet to appear. The seconds drag on, and my anxiety intensifies. The lump in my throat grows, making it harder to swallow. A sigh escapes me, a mixture of frustration and hurt.
"He is late again."
I can't help but clench my fists on the curtains, the fabric bunching in my grip. The emptiness in the room echoes the ache in my chest. Tears threaten to spill, and I fight to hold them back. I bite my tongue, tasting the metallic tang of frustration as I try to steady my trembling emotions.
I force myself to look away from the window, taking in shaky breaths to regain composure. Each breath feels like a struggle, a battle against the rising tide of disappointment. I look up, my eyes blurred with unshed tears, and will myself to find strength.
Deep breaths. In and out.
I wrestle with my emotions, fighting the urge to crumble. It's a lonely battle, and the weight of unspoken words hangs heavy in the air. The silence is deafening, broken only by the echoes of my own heartbeat.
half an hour later
The sound of the door knob rattling pulls me from my thoughts, and I turn to see him entering, supposedly from his so-called 'jogging' session. His disheveled hair and the hickey marks on his neck don't escape my notice, but I keep my gaze down, focusing on chopping the ingredients for breakfast. The rhythmic slicing helps channel my frustration into the task.
Silence hangs in the air, heavy with unspoken words and the weight of disappointment. I clench my jaw, determined not to let the emotions bubbling within me overflow. Why me, I wonder.
I put on a fake smile, a mask to conceal the turmoil beneath the surface. Breaking the tense quiet, I decide to confront the reality before me, choosing words carefully as I break the uneasy silence.
"How was it?"
The question hangs in the air as I continue chopping, my hands steady despite the storm raging inside me. The tension is heavy as I await his response.
He seems startled, caught off guard by the unexpected interruption to your silence. Nervously, he stammers a response.
"Huh? W-What?"
"Jogging... You went jogging, right?" I press, my eyes focused on the task at hand, but my peripheral vision catches his every move. I put down the knife, turning to face him with a fake smile plastered on my face.
"Oh, jogging... Yes, jogging... Yeah, it was good... good," he replies, the words rushed and accompanied by a forced smile. The tension lingers, hanging in the air like an unspoken truth, and I maintain my fake smile, masking the hurt that hides beneath the surface.
The question hangs in the air, a carefully veiled inquiry concealing the knowledge I already possess. "Bucky," I murmur, the weight of the question palpable in the room. "how many years has it been since our arranged union? One or two?" I lock eyes with him, searching for a flicker of guilt, a hint that he might confess to the secrets he thinks are well hidden.
The room feels heavy with the unspoken truth as I press on, my voice carrying a subtle undercurrent of accusation. "You would never hurt me, right?" I ask, knowing the answer even before the words leave my lips. His eyes betray a hint of unease, a fleeting glimpse of a man caught in his own web of betrayal.
I turn my attention to the task at hand, my fingers gripping the edge of the counter as I continue, "It's just, sometimes I wonder about our arranged marriage. Do you?" My words linger in the air, a calculated challenge, as I maintain a facade of innocence, masking the storm of emotions that swirl within me.
Bucky shifts uncomfortably under the weight of my penetrating gaze, his eyes momentarily faltering before regaining composure. "Uh, yeah, it's been two years," he answers, attempting to sound nonchalant. His attempt at a casual demeanor betrays a hint of unease, a subtle acknowledgment that he senses the underlying tension.
I maintain my facade, the corners of my lips twitching into a semblance of a smile. "And you'd never hurt me, right?" I press further, watching for any subtle changes in his expression. Bucky hesitates, a fleeting moment where the truth seems to hang in the air. "Of course not," he replies, the words lacking the conviction they once held.
As I turn back to my task, the air between us crackles with unspoken truths and concealed betrayals, creating a rift that neither of us dares to bridge.
Bucky's POV
Bucky's response hangs in the air, a weight on his conscience that he can't shake off. As I turn away, the guilt tightens in his stomach. He can't escape the unease, knowing he's betraying not just the arrangement but the person at the center of it.
He sighs, heavy with remorse, as he heads for the bathroom. The sound of running water becomes a feeble attempt to drown out the turmoil in his mind. Bucky leans against the cool tiles, steam clouding the mirror, mirroring the fog in his thoughts.
"What have I done?" he whispers, the weight settling in his stomach. The jog's facade crumbles, revealing the truth of his choices. The affair, the lies—it's a web tightening around him, and he's not sure how to break free without causing irreparable damage.
Under the shower's cold stream, Bucky stands, his hand braced against the tiles. The water pounds against him, a feeble attempt to wash away the guilt. As each droplet falls, he confronts the consequences of his actions. The arranged marriage, once a distant pact, now feels shattered. Bucky closes his eyes, trying to block out the guilt threatening to consume him. In the cascade of water, he faces the mess he's made, uncertain if there's any way to salvage the delicate threads holding their union together.
The cold shower beats against Bucky, a stark contrast to the heat of his thoughts. His hand tightens on the tiles as he battles the storm inside. The water's steady drumming echoes his emotions, a chaotic mix of regret and confusion.
"What am I doing?" he mutters, the words lost in the shower's noise. The images of his mistakes play on a loop in his mind—the marks on the neck, the messed-up sheets. It's a vivid reminder of betrayal.
The truth is undeniable. The affair breaks trust, a breach of the commitment he made, even if reluctantly, in this arranged marriage. As the water rushes over him, Bucky tries to wash away not just the physical traces but the guilt staining his conscience.
The fogged-up mirror reflects a man in conflict. His guilty eyes meet their own gaze, and for a moment, he doesn't recognize himself.
"What have I become?" The question lingers, unanswered, as he stands beneath the unrelenting water. The bathroom isn't a refuge; it amplifies the loneliness. Bucky is stuck in a silent struggle, torn between duty and desire, unsure if he can find a way out without leaving everything shattered behind.
Dot's POV
(girl with whom Bucky is cheating with)
"He is gone again," I murmur to myself, my gaze fixed on the fan dangling from the ceiling. The bed beside me feels emptier than usual, a constant reminder of his absence. The weight of silence settles in the room, and once again, I find myself engulfed in loneliness...
Every day, it's the same struggle. A battle between the promise I make to myself and the undeniable pull he has on me. "Every time... every day. I let him in," I admit in the quiet of my thoughts. The bed, cold and untouched, bears witness to my internal conflict. It's a routine of surrendering to a love that should never have blossomed.
"I can always stop," I tell myself daily, a mantra of resistance that crumbles with each passing moment. The realization hits hard — I'm ruining myself for him. The weight of guilt presses down as I acknowledge the gravity of my actions.
"I am so bad," I confess silently, my heart heavy with self-loathing. I'm entangled in an affair with a married man who has a loving wife. The reality of my choices echoes in the hollow spaces of the room. "I'm so sorry," I whisper to no one but myself, a futile apology to the shadows that witness my moral descent.
"I hate myself... I hate it," the thought echoes, a painful admission of the self-destructive path I tread. Love, tangled with regret, becomes a poison that seeps into every corner of my being. Yet, despite the self-flagellation, the ache for him lingers, a bittersweet melody that refuses to be silenced.
The room, my safe place, now shows the mess inside me. I turn from the fan's spin, lost in the shadows. The secret love has left marks, stains that no apology can wipe away. As I try to understand this mess of feelings, I wonder if I can ever fix the pieces of my self-respect that have shattered.
The words slip out in a hushed murmur, barely audible in the quiet room. "I am sorry." The weight of the apology hangs in the air, a fragile attempt to mend the fractures that linger between us. It's a simple phrase, but it carries the echoes of regret and a longing for forgiveness. The weight of regret settles in, and I can't help but wonder if these simple words will ever be enough to mend the fractures I've created.
The illicit affair has left its mark, a stain that no amount of whispered apologies can erase. As I search through the wreckage of my emotions, I'm left to wonder if the fragments of my self-respect can ever be pieced back together.
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Not everyone gets the same version of me.
One person might tell you I'm an amazing beautiful soul.
Another person will say I'm a coldhearted bitch.
Believe them both, I act accordingly.
-love
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Chapter 2
Note: Hey guys! Hope you like it. English is actually my second language so if there's any mistake you can inform me by messaging me privately. And PLEASE REBLOG AND DON'T STEAL MY WORK. Please like and comment too so, that I can know your views. Thank you for reading guys! Have a nice day and please comment if you wanna be tagged in.
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Bucky Barnes Fic Recs
Fic Rec Masterlist
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Last update May 15, 2022
A list of some of the fics I have read in my time on tumblr.
(ᵂᶦˢʰ ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ᶠᶦᶜ, ᴵ'ᵐ ʲᵘˢᵗ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ʷᶦᵗʰ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ, ˢᵒʳʳʸ. ᴶᵘˢᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᴵᶠ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵃʳᵉ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᶦᵗ'ˢ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ ᵗʰᵉᵐ :⁾)
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Series
Just one kiss by @sarahwroteathing (Definitely one of my favourites on this site. You won't regret reading this)
A world of our own by @shreddedparchment (Never read something like this and I really love it. Will be re reading this soon)
Nothing to despair by @bvccy (Another one of my absolutely favourite)
Russian roulette by Offcast (on Ao3)
Safe with me by @bitsandbobsandstuff
Almost had me believing it by @tuiccim (I think this is the first series I started reading so is a bit especial :')
Atrophile by @all1e23 (This series is just too cute)
Eye for an eye; Yours to wield
by @sinner-as-saint
The match by @babyboibucky
We'll meet again by @coffeecatsandcandles
For love by @moonbeambucky
Barnes Barnes & Barnes by @imaginedreamwrite (If you know other fics like this about different realities an universe feel free to leave it on the notes 🥰)
Masterlist by @wkemeup (Couldn't decided which one so I picked the whole masterlist)
Beneath the milky twilight by @babiebucky
The chosen one by @drabblewithfrannybarnes
With this ring by @barnesjamcs
Call me when you want by @bonky-n-steeb
One-Shots
When it all falls apart by @bucky-bucket-barnes (it's one of the most beautiful and heart breaking fics I've read 🥺)
Learning to accept by @multi-stann
The knowing by @buckycuddlebuddy (😭😭😭 that's all I have to say)
Winter baby by @scrumptious-delusion (Bucky is too adorable in this one)
Looped by @softlybarnes
Dog tags by @buckysknifecollection
Dimensional pain by @tuiccim (I really, really like this one :)
Just a little taste @angrythingstarlight (🥵)
Feel you by @x-ladyathena-x (🥺)
Strangers in the night by @sugarpplum
This one by @bvccy (That I still can't believe doesn't have a second part)
Buttoned up by @disturbedbydesign (Just 🔥)
Home where I belong by @hellotherekenobi
Mine by @irndad
Chronon by @invisibleanonymousmonsters
The sins of the father by @sunmoonandbucky
Waking up call by @starshipsofstarlord
Victim behind the gun @seventven
Open your eyes by @heloisedaphnebrightmore
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Don't forget to check these writers' masterlists. ❤️
ᵂᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵈᵉᶠᶦⁿᶦᵗᵉˡʸ ᵃᵈᵈ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᶠᶦᶜˢ ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᴵ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶦⁿᶜˡᵘᵈᵉ. ᴹʸ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳʸ ᶦᵗ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉˢᵗ.
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i was wondering if u can come up with ‘a trust issue who needs reassurance all the time’ reader and ‘i dont know how to communicate my feelings’ bucky. basically a miscommunication trope.
i will accept however storyline and ending you make because i love you and i love ur writing💕❤️❤️
hi babe!! i really really hope i did your wonderful request at least some justice because i got too carried away-- i hope you like it! thank you for existing ♡
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Out Of Mind
bucky barnes x reader
"Falling in love with you terrified Bucky, enough to push you away. He was sure that it's better this way. But merely a week later, when you disappear without a trace, Bucky realized that he couldn't handle being without you."
[5.2k] | angst with a happy ending, miscommunication, arguing, bucky being an asshole at first but he has his reasons, natasha being protective, sassy tony, canon level violence, fighting, reader getting minor injuries, clint is the loml, bucky is an idiot in love my dudes, they're so cute god help me
reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.
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Bucky used to be a simple man, Steve had told you long ago. After all those years of torture, he developed… Complexity.
And you couldn't agree more.
He was a tender lover to begin with, the one to always make sure that you were alright, the one to put your wellbeing above his. He wasn't good with words- wasn't the most expressive man out there, but you understood him. You understood why he never included cards in the flowers he sent to you, or sometimes didn't say anything back to your love declarations other than a bashful smile; you understood that for him, these things worked in different ways now.
And that's why he loved you so much. That's why he was terrified.
Because the deeper he fell for you, the more intense his feelings got. The harder his separation anxiety hit, the more mushed his brain became.
And in any other scenario, that would be lovely. Those butterflies that one would feel in their stomach, or the sweet little dumbification that came hand to hand with love. In another life, he'd bask in the feeling. He'd see the world around him under a different light, a light that you cast on his life.
But in this life? It was nothing but dangerous. Nothing but absolutely horrendous.
Because he was supposed to focus. He was supposed to be alert. His fight or flight response had to be on at all times and no matter what, he was supposed to prioritize his life to save the others.
He couldn't do that when you were involved, not anymore. The paranoia got too much- he was terrified of seeing you get hurt, of losing you in any way. That fear brought out the worst in him, causing fights to break out whenever you willingly got yourself in trouble, distracting him, making you drift apart further.
You didn't want that. He didn't want that. But life for you wasn't always just movie nights at the compound, breakfasts on bed, long nights of talking about the future.
He had to let the chips fall where they may.
You needed reassurance, he knew that. But suddenly, after the last mission you went on with the team including Bucky, he suddenly… Stopped doing that. That bashful grin was nowhere to be seen when you told him you loved him, when you held his hand it just didn't last as long as it usually did, he… He didn't even look at you properly. And that went on for days, each day worse than the one before, until he barely even talked to you.
And the dread you felt on your chest was unbearable.
The night-time fell quicker than any other day that one evening, as you prepared yourself a warm tea to accompany your book. Carrying the mug up to your shared room with Bucky, you slowly got under the sheets, holding the book open with one hand, mug with the other.
The plot was barely interesting to you with all the thoughts running through your mind, snatching your attention from the words, making you have to go back and reread the same paragraphs over and over. It wasn't anything new, this type of distraction, but more often than not, it was the aftermath of the latest mission plaguing your mind. Not your boyfriend being excessively restrained towards you, as if your sole existence was a problem for him.
Speaking of, maybe it was. Maybe you were too high-maintenance for him, maybe you weren't giving him enough space, maybe he was just going through something. Or maybe, he was done with you. He didn't need you anymore, now that he got rid of the vivid nightmares and dissociations-
How cruel of you to think that. How cruel of him to leave that open as a possibility.
With your tea half-drank, you set the mug back on the nightstand, pinning the bookmark between the pages before leaving it by the mug. You didn't feel like laying down- didn't think you could fall asleep with your mind on overdrive like this anyway. Getting up from where you were laid across, you slowly made your way over to the window, arms crossed on your chest as you heaved a sigh. The view was nice, moonlight illuminated enough of the surrounding trees, and if you were to squint, you could see the grass shine wetly, with a layer of dew upon them.
You couldn't help the way your shoulders tensed a bit when the door knob twisted open, hearing the heavy steps of your lover and a sigh leaving his lips. Your back was facing him still, and you didn't dare to look at him, figuring he was busy changing his clothes judging by the shuffling sound of fabric.
The slight squeak of the mattress brought a bitter grin to your lips as you spoke up. "Not even gonna talk to me?"
He was quiet for a full minute. "Sorry. I'm tired, sweetheart."
"Of me?"
"What?" he sounded surprised. "Wha- why would I be tired of you?"
"I don't know." you sighed. "You've been acting incredibly distant for the past week. Figured I was tiring you out."
Another squeak, he was on his feet now. Slowly walking towards you, he rested a hand on the small of your back, but you still didn't look at him. You wouldn't admit that to yourself but you really didn't want to know the truth.
"Don't be ridiculous," he spoke, tone quiet. "It's just that… The missions, you know how they-"
"We went through rougher missions back then," you chuckled. "On the verge of death, covered in blood. Missions that went on for months. You didn't treat me like this then."
"How am I treating you?"
"Like I'm a fucking nuisance!" you finally snapped, pushing his hand away from your body before turning towards him. Your eyes were wide with anger, chest heaving. "You're treating me like you don't even want to see me!"
"You're my girlfriend!" he was bewildered, albeit a bit guilty. "Of course I want to see you, what the fuck are you even talking about?!"
A scoff left your lips. "Fuck that! You used to treat me better when we were barely friends," you watched him look away, annoyed. "I've been trying to give you some space but you- you just won't tell me shit! You're barely talking to me, anyway! How the hell am I supposed to know what I did wrong if you won't even talk to me, Bucky?!"
Bucky felt his heart getting heavier. "Stop assuming that you did something wrong-"
"Then what else?! What else can I assume? For fuck's sake, am I supposed to assume that there's someone else, or you're just- you're just sick of me. That you don't need me anymore, is that what I'm supposed to think?" you could feel the tears building up by your waterline. "Fucking hell, it'd hurt way less if I was sure that it's all my fault! Or- even if you were- I just- just tell me what the fuck is wrong with you, please?"
"Nothing!" he was loud, suddenly. The sudden outburst had you taking a step back in instinct, and he panicked so hard for a moment that he almost took a step towards you.
He knew he shouldn't.
"Nothing, okay? Just one of those weeks. Leave it alone."
"Fine." you sighed. "Fine, I'll leave it alone. I'll leave you alone, Bucky, to figure your shit out and- please, for the love of God, don't talk to me until you do. I'm done being treated like garbage." and with a final shove to his chest, you walked out of the door.
Bucky knew that he deserved that.
Hell, he deserved a solid punch for the way he was treating you but he didn't know how else to act. He didn't know what else to do. He was so sick of worrying, being in a constant state of paranoia because of you, so sick of his heart hurting like someone reached right into his chest and severed it off whenever you got hurt.
Was he protecting himself, or you?
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"Hey," Sam swiftly sat by Bucky's side with a bowl of cereal on his palms, not giving the other a chance to walk away before speaking up again. "You good? You look like… Hell, I can't sugarcoat this. You look like absolute shit."
Bucky felt like absolute shit.
"I'm fine." he muttered, eyes trained on the big TV screen in front of them. The compound had been pretty quiet for the past few weeks, with the main troublemakers scattered around the globe for a mission.
Sam saw right through his bullshit, though. "Your girl ain't talking to you?"
"None of your business."
"She looks like absolute shit too."
Bucky took a moment to process that.
"Did you guys fight?"
"Again, none of your business, Sam." heaving a sigh, Bucky slowly pushed himself up to his feet, leaving Sam sitting on the couch all alone. Natasha, who was busy making herself something to eat to get through lunch, decided to chime in after Bucky managed to take a few steps away.
"You push her away the second things get hard and then wonder why she hates you."
If looks could kill, Bucky's would murder everyone in that room under three seconds. "She doesn't hate me."
"You want her to hate you."
"Bullshit."
"Because you hate yourself. Isn't that it?"
Sam's eyes were wide when he looked at Natasha. She was the one to deliver a hard kick on the shin when one needed it, tough-loving and relentless with her words- not to hurt the other, but to give them a chance to see things from a different perspective.
When Bucky didn't say anything, Natasha decided to continue. "I don't know how you're justifying this in that 'cyborg' brain but you don't have one single right to punish her. For absolutely no reason, too."
"Natasha-"
"Shut it, Sam." she shook her head. "We get it, you don't like fights. But I never took you for a coward, James, and you're not being anything else but that with the way you're refusing to fight for her."
Nobody said anything else for a solid minute, while Natasha kept glaring at Bucky. His eyes were on the ground now, the harsh nature of Natasha's words hitting him right across the chest- and it hurt. It hurt bad, because he knew that he was hurting you on purpose. "How do I make it right?"
"In my opinion? Leave her the fuck alone-"
"No, no. Natasha, calm your horses," Sam got up from where he was seated, approaching the two with a relaxed expression to calm them both down. "Just tell her how you feel, man. Be real with her. Be completely honest- if you don't love her anymore, just say so. If that's not the case, then-"
"I love her, Sam."
A soft sigh left Sam's lips. "I know. Just talk to her. She'll understand."
Bucky shook his head in a nod. The idea of talking to you was nerve-wracking, to say the least. You hadn't talked to him in a week, despite living in the same compound. Didn't even dare to step into your shared room when he was there, instead deciding to take on a vacant room for a while and get your work done in silence.
You were afraid of continuing that argument, honestly. Because you and Bucky- you two weren't the type to argue. Problems would be solved in peace at all times, with both parties admitting to their faults. So when that dynamic changed, it freaked you out. Just like how falling in love with you freaked out Bucky.
"FRIDAY," Bucky called out. "Where's Y/N?"
An automated voice answered immediately. "I'm afraid that information is classified." Bucky tensed up quicker than he'd like to admit.
"What?" Sam muttered under his breath, gaze finding Natasha's confused one. Natasha spoke up not too long afterwards. "What do you mean by classified?"
"Mr. Stark specifically requested that I keep Mrs. Y/L/N's current location confidential."
"Fucking hell," Bucky heaved a sigh. "Have any of you seen her today?"
"Nah," with a shrug, Sam walked towards the counter to set down his bowl of cereal, suddenly not interested in the food but rather, your whereabouts. "Last I saw her… Yesterday evening, yeah. She was leaving Tony's office, didn't say anything."
"Where did she go after that?"
"Man, how would I know? I'm not keepin' tabs on your girlfriend, that's your job."
"FRIDAY, where's Tony?" Natasha ignored the two, focusing on the matter at hand. For all she knew, you weren't the one to keep secrets from the team. Even on solo missions, you would always keep your tracker on just in case.
"In his office. Shall I inform Mr. Stark of your visit?"
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"Nope." lips pressed into a thin line, and a not-so-apologetic shrug. Typical Tony Stark nature. "Just because you live here doesn't mean you have to know everything."
"But she's my girlfriend."
"Just because she made that mistake doesn't mean you have to know everything, Barnes." Tony quipped. "If anyone else in this room was on her position and I were to give away your location, which she specifically made sure that I wouldn't tell, I would be murdered horrendously."
"It's not like her to do that." Natasha's tone was way softer than Bucky's, understandably. She was mad at Bucky and worried about you at the same time but still, keeping her cool was an art form and she was doing it beautifully. "We're just worried, that's all."
"You don't seem like her parents to me."
"Would you tell us if we were her parents?"
"Wilson, use your head. Of course I wouldn't." plopping down on his seat with a huff, Tony rolled his eyes. "I'm sure you'd beg to differ but I'm a very virtuous and excruciatingly handsome man, and I made a promise, so… The door is right behind you. I got a lot of stuff to do."
The sound of Bucky's palm meeting the desk separating him from Tony caused everyone's eyes to find his, including Tony. "You have to give me something."
"I don't owe you anything." Tony's words were like venom as they dripped from his tongue, his challenging gaze on Bucky's rampageous one. "But if you really, really want her to hate all of you, fine. She's on a solo mission."
"A solo mission?! You sent her on a solo mission?!" Sam was quick to grab Bucky by the arm, pulling him back a little.
"Man, calm down-"
"Last time I checked, she was perfectly capable of handling a mission and taking care of herself." Tony spoke, calm despite the furious man standing in front of him. "She wanted to go. Why the hell would I say no?"
"Bucky, he's right." Natasha pushed herself up from the wall she was leaning on. Signaling for Sam to possibly take Bucky out of the office with her eyes, she approached the desk. "I'm sure she's fine and she only did that just so you wouldn't go after her."
"Yeah," Sam continued. "Let's just- let's get you out of here. She'll be back before you know it."
Tony didn't miss the glare Bucky sent his way when he left the office with Sam.
Feeling Natasha's judgmental eyes on him, he looked up at her, leaning back on his seat comfortably. "Do you need anything?"
"What are you hiding?"
"Nothing, except for her location."
"No," Natasha shook her head. "It's obvious you didn't tell us everything. I'm not expecting you to, but I've known you for a long time, Tony. I can see it when you're leaving a crucial part out."
A sigh left Tony's lips.
"She's indeed on a solo mission. A mission that I know absolutely nothing about, and she disabled her own tracker."
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"Are you sure nobody knows you're here?"
"God, Clint, what's with all the secrecy?" you weren't even sure your hushed whisper was heard by Clint, crowded streets of Hong Kong were noisy enough to usher a headache within you. You hadn't seen him in a while, with him retiring again, and God he retired a lot, but after receiving a message with 'emergency, don't tell anybody.' and coordinates, you rushed to his aid rather immediately.
You owed him a lot.
Following him to a small apartment building as he pushed the door open, you looked behind to see if anybody was following, before climbing up the stairs with him. "What's going on?"
"Extraction." he whispered. "Kind of a sensitive one. Tony didn't want anyone involved."
"I really think Laura should lock you up sometimes."
"So do I, kid."
Your time spent in his small hideout apartment was filled with intel and planning. It was supposed to be a very quiet mission, a sensitive one like he mentioned earlier- a swift infiltration to save a former SHIELD agent from where he was held prisoner, just so he could return to his research.
You didn't quite understand why Tony wouldn't want anyone to be involved and to save the agent, but you weren't going to ask. You trusted Clint, sometimes more than you did Tony, and if Clint told you that what he's doing was right, then you'd believe him.
The next day, with both of you suited up, his arrows ready and your secret knives hidden beneath layers of fabric all around your body; the quiet approach to the building went pretty smoothly. He kept telling you to keep your cool and to keep it quiet. This was a stealth op, and made sure to assure you that you were excellent at those.
Except, for all the stealth operations, your partner was Bucky. He was the one who knew exactly what you were going to do without needing you to tell him, he was the one who fought by your side, in so much sync with you that it felt like you two were one mind split to two bodies. You felt safer when he was by your side, calm enough to perform better.
You didn't tell Clint that. You didn't tell him that you felt way too insecure without Bucky by your side to perform well.
He was expecting your help, and you were going to deliver.
Except, things took a turn for the worse far too quickly. You got into the room in which the agent was kept, with Clint following from far behind to keep you safe; and saved the agent from his restraints. Before you could lead him out, though, you heard Clint telling you to stop taking your time because apparently, a swarm of people were coming your way, and he had to hide.
You helped the agent all the way down to the ground from the first floor, through the piping by the outer side of the wall and informed Clint of your current location, before spotting a few men running your way.
Pushing the agent away towards the woods where he could hide and protect himself, you pulled your gun out and managed to down at least two of the five men. You noticed one of them following the agent as the two attacked you; landing a harsh kick by one's neck before sliding out your knife and swinging it at the other's direction, but the distraction that they needed came quickly when through your in-ear, you heard Clint's voice again.
"Shit, abort. Get the hell out of there, get away from the building."
And a loud explosion right to your left followed.
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Natasha was torn.
Tony's words kept replaying themselves on her head as she paced around the room, unable to decide between telling Bucky and keeping it to herself. She didn't know what she would be risking if she told him, but at the same time, you could get yourself in a much bigger situation and a supporting pair of eyes at solo missions were always required.
She couldn't bear the worry and uncertainty anymore.
Pushing the back door that led to the living room open with a loud thud, she found Bucky by the kitchen area, and Sam by the couch, watching the afternoon news. "I need to tell you guys something."
Bucky perked up at that, pulling himself away from his moping state to get back up on his feet, and walk towards the couch where Natasha approached. "She disabled her own tracker. Tony has no idea where she is, or what she's doing."
"Shit, how are we supposed to find her, then?" Sam slowly got up from where he was seated in worry. But before any of them could say anything else, a loud explosion sound snatched their attention and brought it to the screen.
"Earlier this morning, a lab explosion took place in a Hong Kong biochemistry lab, for reasons unknown. Public CCTV footage shows two unidentified individuals breaking into the building only ten minutes before the blast."
"Isn't that-"
"Damn it," Natasha whispered. "God fucking damn it, Barton."
No matter how fast the Quinjet was, Bucky felt like they couldn't get there quick enough. His heart was basically beating through his ribs, brain pumping adrenaline into every single bit of his veins as he watched the jet decrease altitude. The news didn't even provide the number of casualties, and the fact that he wasn't sure if you made it out of there alive or not was eating him alive.
The fact that he didn't get to make things right with you beforehand was outright torture.
The jet landed on a clearing by the woods, pretty close to the remote building in which the explosion took place. Bucky's strut seemed like it was made out of steel, as if nothing in this world could even attempt to stop him as he walked in front, Natasha and Sam following close behind. It had been at least twenty hours since the blast, and if you were dead, you'd be identified, right?
The news of your passing would be all over the world by now, right?
"I know where they might be hiding," Natasha spoke up, a bit breathless from having to catch up with Bucky's fast steps. "Clint has a hideout apartment, not too far from here."
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"Fuck!" your loud cry was enough to land a grimace on Clint's face, as he let out soft shushes, trying his best to wrap your injuries up.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." he mumbled, taping down the bandage wrapped around your thigh before giving it a slight pat. "Just a contusion. I know it hurts but you could have it much worse."
"I know, but it still hurts, you idiot!"
"And whose fault is that? Not mine!"
Letting your head fall back on the cushion with a thud, you let out a slight groan. "How's the agent?"
"Called somebody to pick him up," he sighed, pulling himself up from the floor to sit next to your laid out figure. "I genuinely didn't know that they had explosives laid out through the building. Some sort of eradication. Must've been big, whatever they were hiding."
"Couldn't really keep it quiet, huh?"
"Unfortunately," he chuckled. "But we saved him, at least. Probably going to get an earful from Tony when he finds out… But you did a good job. Thanks for coming."
"Didn't have anything better to do," a grin made its way to your lips. "Don't even wanna go back, if I'm being honest."
A frown took over his features. "Did something happen?" and he continued, when your only response was a slight nod. "Bucky?"
"That easy to guess, huh?"
"Nothing else has an impact on you," a soft chuckle followed. "It'll be fine. You two- you shouldn't lose each other. Not over anything."
"I don't know if I can make sure of that anymore, Clint."
"Look, I'm saying this from a man's point of view," he repositioned himself on where he was seated, now completely facing you. "And I don't ever want you to think that I'm sexist or something, but, um… We're different. In a bad way- we're not… Complicated like your kind."
"My kind? Okay, now that's-"
"No, shut up, you know what I mean," he laughed. "Every single woman that I had the pleasure of meeting knew what they wanted. Maybe it was a bit rough around the edges, maybe it was just a scaffolding but there was a plan. There was an… expectation of how things are supposed to go, you know?"
A short silence followed. "And because of that scaffolding, you folks don't freak out as much as we do. And when you do, you still make sense. We don't. We freak out over the smallest inconvenience and everything goes shit because we don't know how to restructure our own plans that quickly. We take longer to adapt. Because we're a bit more primitive, does that make sense?"
You smiled at him, earnestly. "That's… vague, but it makes perfect sense. Thanks."
His hand found yours then, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry about it."
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That night, Clint woke up to footsteps across the apartment. He was sleeping on the armchair by the side of the bedroom, making sure that you were safe on his bed since you had to take a pill or two to manage the pain and fall asleep quicker.
Quickly getting up to his feet, he grabbed the pistol he placed on your nightstand earlier, slowly pulling the door open- only to find Natasha, with a gun in her hand, seemingly relieved to see Clint.
Clint brought his finger up to his lips, signaling the room as to let her know that you were asleep. "What are you doing here?" he whispered.
"That was a sloppy op, don't you think?" Natasha whispered back, teasing. "Gotta warn you, Barnes will be here in a couple of minutes and he's going to be mad, Clint."
"Let him be," he sighed. "She's-"
Before he could finish his sentence, the front door got pushed open, revealing a worried and seething Bucky and an apologetic Sam following suit, shutting the door slowly after the other. "Where is she?"
"She's in the bedroom-" Clint stepped in front of the door, shutting and guarding it. "She's exhausted. Be quiet."
"Why the fuck is she with you?"
"Hey, not like I kidnapped her, alright?" Clint rolled his eyes, still speaking as quietly as he could. "I needed her help and I couldn't call anybody else. I'm sorry I kept your girlfriend away from you for literally two days, Barnes."
Bucky took a step back, heaving a deep sigh. He was angry, angry at you, angry at Clint, angry at himself… Yet he didn't know where to direct that anger. He didn't know how to calm this feeling down. "Why didn't she tell anybody? Not even Tony- what the hell did you make her do that she felt like she needed to hide from everyone?"
A scoff left Natasha. "Bucky, stop making assumptions."
"No- you know what?" Bucky was getting louder by the second, and nobody in the room had the guts to shush him down. "My girl doesn't hide anything from me, ever. I need to know what was so important that she had to turn her tracker off and you had to lead her into a building full of explosives."
"How the hell was I supposed to know that the lab would explode?!"
"You were supposed to make sure that it's-"
"Bucky?" your frowning, sleepy figure appeared by the door that everyone was too busy watching the argument to notice opening. Bucky's gaze visibly softened when he saw you, tense shoulders relaxing before Clint stepped out of the way and with a few steps, he approached you to pull you into his embrace.
You didn't hug him back at first- instead sending a confused look to the rest, to which Sam shrugged as a response. "Are you okay?"
"No, are you okay?" he asked, pulling away to get a good look at your figure. A few cuts and the bandage by your thigh was visible as you were just wearing one of Clint's old shirts and underwear. "Are you okay?" he asked again, tone more stern this time.
"I'm fine," you pushed his hands off of you. "Why the fuck were you yelling at Clint?"
"Yeah, alright, have that conversation without us," Clint sighed, pushing the two of you into the bedroom gently before offering you a small wave and shutting the door, to give you some privacy.
Bucky sighed before looking at you again, wanting so bad to just cup your cheeks and leave kisses all over your face- but he knew he fucked up, and you were mad. "I was worried about you. You left without a word, and when I heard that your tracker was off-"
"I don't owe anyone any explanation." your tone was harsh. "And I'm sorry if I thought that you wouldn't give a shit, Bucky. You made it pretty obvious that you wanted me to leave you alone."
"I never said that," he ran his fingers through his hair, trying his best to stay calm and work this out- but you were almost as stubborn as him, if not more. "I never- I care about you, alright? You're my girlfriend, and you should've told me where you were going."
You shook your head to both sides in disbelief. "You're not entitled to that."
"Y/N-"
"No, you're seriously not entitled to knowing anything about me. Not when you have the audacity to treat me like I'm nothing more than an absolute stranger, and then to not even make an effort to talk to me for a whole week."
"I freaked out, alright?!" he sighed. "I was fucking terrified because- because of you!"
"How the hell is that my fault?!"
"It's your fault! You're the one who made me fall in love with you!" he was loud, and you got cryptically quiet.
He never dropped the L-word before.
"It's your fucking fault because I can't stop thinking about you, I can't stop worrying about you, I can't stop making everything about you and it's putting everyone in danger!" you were biting back a smile now, as he kept ranting. "Including you! I can't- do you have any idea how hard it is to look at you and not just burst into tears because oh my fucking God, you're the love of my life and-"
You cut him off with a kiss to his lips, your hands cupping his face. He was shocked at first, unable to comprehend the sudden switch from arguing to kissing, but he wasn't going to complain. Wrapping his arms around your body delicately, he deepened the kiss, exhaling softly against your mouth when your fingers massaged the nape of his neck.
"You're such a fucking idiot," you whispered against his lips. "You're like, the dumbest person I've ever met. Your IQ is so low that-"
"Okay, okay. I get it." he chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "I'm sorry. I genuinely am. I'm sorry for making you feel like I don't love you- because I do, I love you so much that it's physically painful."
"I thought you were tougher than that, Bucky."
"I'm just a coward, honey." with a shrug, he pulled you closer to his embrace. "I'm just a fucking coward, nothing more. But you know what? Seeing you so angry at me, telling me that I don't deserve to know anything about you- that hurt more. I guess I- I really can't be without you."
"I can't be without you either," you sighed. "I've been so cranky, just ask Clint."
"Oh, I'm still kicking his ass."
"No, Buck," a soft giggle left your lips. "He actually plays a grand part in me forgiving you. And he's one of my favorite people in this whole world, so, I won't hesitate to punch you if you ever yell at him again."
"In that case, I'm thanking him. And kicking his ass in my head."
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hii! i j read “as long as ur with me” & i love ur writing :3 could i request a very cheesy fic in which reader’s alrdy confessed to bucky & bucky’s rejected them ? ( maybe bc he’s unsure abt his feelings ? ) tony holds a party later & bucky gets jealous ( ooo ~~ ) of the reader after he sees them talking & being close to sam, ( meanwhile the reader’s only talking to sam for help abt bucky ? ) basically mutual pining but reader & bucky just need a push in the right direction ?? thank u either way & i hope u have a nice day ♡Ꮺ៸៸
thank you so much for your kind words :) so sorry for the delay, writer's block hit me like a truck last month so i'm trying to slowly get back into it (this is really lengthy and i don’t like it very much eek) anyways thank you for requesting ♡
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pairing: bucky barnes x reader cw: mentions of alcohol, cursing, knives wc: 1.5k
tony was having yet another party. you swore he never even slept, just drank the night away with whoever was willing to with him. tonight, however, you didn’t have time to lecture him about his coping mechanisms. you had more pressing problems.
exactly a week before, bucky had invited you to spar. you'd jumped at the chance to have such experienced competition, and, if you were being honest, your heart raced when he pinned you. or talked to you, or even just looked at you, anything really. but everyone thought that way. right? right.
he’d let you choose one of his blades to work with, stating that he wanted you to be more familiar with knives. they were much easier to come by than guns, he’d noted.
"move your hand here instead of there... there you go."
"watch your six, good."
and soon enough the critiques turned to compliments, and it was much more of a fair fight. for almost an hour you were evenly matched, each dodging nearly all of the others’ blows.
as time dragged on, bucky started to get distracted. his eyes had flickered away for only a split second, but it was all you needed. you pushed him up against the wall, holding your knife to his throat. your breaths came quick and hard, and you'd stared up at his smirk, just inches from your face.
"careful there," he'd breathed. "you want to stab your opponent, not kiss them."
and with a rush of confidence, you'd cocked your head.
"would it be so bad?"
recognition dawned in his eyes, and that was the last thing you saw before a flash of metal overtook your vision. his knuckles had struck your ribs hard, and you went flying. he’d stalked out of the room and left you sprawled on the floor, gasping for breath.
ever since then, you’d been stuck in a whirlpool of emotions, keeping yourself confined to your room whenever you could. your ribs were bruised along with your ego, and altogether you just felt terrible. what were you thinking? what posessed you to leave a thought you would've been embarassed to even think, just floating in the air like that? and now tony was hosting this party, and the last thing you wanted to do was go.
well, maybe you'd get something to drink.
the room was flooded with people, packed to the brim with journalists, celebrities, and some uninvited partiers that had found their way in. trying to avoid conversation, you found yourself, drink in hand, tucked away in the corner of the room with sam.
“i feel so stupid, sam.”
“dude, i’m sure it’s not that serious. he probably just freaked out a little. and besides, i mean, look at you!” he motioned towards your dress, giving his hands a shake to emphasize how it flattered your figure.
“listen, though,” he continued. “just give him some time. he’s one to avoid any and all confrontation, but he’ll come around. with some nagging, maybe.”
you laughed. “thank you. i’m sorry for bothering you about this, i know it’s not super important.”
“it’s super important to you,” he pointed out, stuffing an hor d'oeuvre in his mouth. “‘s ‘mportant t’me by default.”
“ew, sam.”
bucky, in the meantime, was livid.
he’d come down just to grab a drink, or five, because the serum made it particularly tough for him to be inebriated. in the two minutes he was downstairs, of course he’d caught a glimpse of you, the very person he was trying to avoid. and you looked beautiful.
the party spilled out of open doors, people clambering in for a glance at tony. many shoved past him at an attempt to get closer to the middle of the room. it was a security nightmare, and also, he couldn’t hear anything.
he saw sam leaning in, whispering something to you, gesturing to your body? and you were laughing? as if his week hadn’t been bad enough, you’d moved right on from him. he wasn’t mad at you, he could never be. but sam?
“i need some air,” he grumbled to no one in particular. he pushed past waves of partygoers, keeping his head down, and slipped away through the first door he found.
across the room, you felt your heart sink to your stomach. you’d only seen bucky for a moment, and despite your determination to be happy, the look of revulsion on his face made you want to crumble.
“sam, i- i need some air.”
he nodded, brushing crumbs off of his chin and waving as you ducked through the crowd, dodging drinks and people alike. your ears rang, and even the silence of the elevator was deafening when the doors slid shut.
you tumbled out of the elevator as soon as the doors slid open, steadying yourself on a nearby doorknob. the wind whipped around your body, sending goosebumps down your arms and stinging your eyes. it was far too cold to be out on the roof, but where else was there to be?
you crept closer to the edge, perching on the roof so that you could see the city moving below you. cars and trucks whizzed by, oblivious to your existence. you found the bright colors of the stoplights blurring in your vision.
you were quickly learning that your emotions would always get the better of you. no matter how determined you were, they always took control.
the maintenance door behind you creaked open, and you whirled around to see who had found you. the glint of metal under the spotlights told you all you needed to know, and you quickly turned away.
“are you… crying?”
“no,” you sniffed, swiping fruitlessly at your tears.
"okay."
bucky lowered himself down next to you, stretching his legs to let them dangle off of the roof. he left a good space between the two of you, and you couldn't even bring yourself to hope he'd close the gap.
there was silence for a few moments, where neither of you dared to even breathe, much less look at each other.
"i was wrong," he whispered.
"what?"
“i said, i was wrong."
it was louder this time, but left you just as confused. was it guilt or pity that compelled him to make such a statement? either way, you shook your head. he couldn't be left thinking that way for simply feeling what he felt.
"no, you're not wrong. i was way too forward, and i made you uncomfortable. maybe you didn't have to lay me out like that, but that was a justified response. it's perfectly fine that you don't want me."
"but i do want you."
a puff of air escaped his lips with the words, visible in the frigid night. it dissipated as you turned the words over in your mind. you toyed with your fingers, afraid you'd misheard him. afraid you'd dreamed up the whole thing.
"i do want you. i've wanted you since i met you, the way you throw your head back when you laugh, the way you smile at me when you think i'm not looking, the way you hum along to every song, all of it. i just..."
he took a deep breath, and you could've sworn his hands had a little shake to them.
"it's... crazy. like shit, doll, i've hardly even talked to a girl in seventy years, and there you were lookin' beautiful, and talkin' about kissing me, and i just... didn't know what to do."
you nodded, gathering enough courage to peek up at him. he was watching you wistfully, emotion you'd never seen in him before displayed plainly on his face.
he looked away, though, shaking his head. "i'm sorry, i shouldn't have said anything. especially since you have that thing going on with sam now."
you wrinkled your nose. “what thing?”
“i, uh,” he started, clearing his throat, “i saw you guys talking. you looked happy.”
you giggled, smiling for what felt like the first time in forever. "about you, buck. i was worried about you. did you think i was making a move on sam?"
"maybe," he said sheepishly.
“he was helping me, or trying to, because i really messed up. i really do like you, james.”
his face softened at that, eyes widening at your confession. "in that case, i want- if you want to, i mean, i don't want to force anything-"
you reached over and took his hand, relishing the feeling of it slotting perfectly into your grip. "i want to."
"well, c'mere then."
he tucked an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, smiling down at you.
“can i kiss you now?” you breathed.
he answered by pressing his lips to yours, and it felt as though you melted into him for a moment. the colors dancing across your eyes were no longer from the traffic lights, but the dizzying happiness fizzing in your body, like the bubbles in a champagne glass.
he pulled away for a moment, and your heart pounded, afraid you’d messed something else up. but he only smiled at you.
“that felt really good.”
and before you could say “yes, it did,” his hands were cupping your face and he was pressing another gentle kiss to your longing lips.
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not who i thought – bucky barnes
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Bucky, running from his twisted life, wanting to be far... far... away from everything that reminded him of his past. With help from his friend, Steve, he waved goodbye to New York, moving to a small town, proving to be quite a task. New name, new identity. It all seemed to much to maintain. Until he met you.
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Kinktober 9th: Like a Champ
aka overstimulation with Bucky Barnes
1k words
Summary: Bucky is feeling extra greedy tonight.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Content warnings: Pet names (as always), overstimulation, cunnilingus, reference to multiple orgasms, fingering, teeny tiny bit of CNC and dumbification if you blink you'll miss them (pre-established safeword), plenty of degradation, he slaps their pussy once, some manhandling. Let me know if I'm missing anything
While reading, I recommend you listen to the altar is my hips - a Spotify playlist by me!
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"Come on, pet. I know you got one more in ya."
You'd been at this for hours now, squirming under his firm grip. As he was considerably stronger than you, this was a fruitless effort. His hands held your trembling thighs apart as his head was lost between them, teasing your sensitive clit with his tongue.
"Buck, I can't, it's too much-" You started, but you were cut off with gentle shushing. A warm, calloused finger circled your entrance, which pulsed at the touch.
"Don't give me that. I know you can take it." He murmured, glancing up at you to give a look that was teasing, but no less intense and hungry. "It'll feel good, just lie back and let me take care of you."
But you just couldn't sit still. Every touch of his was electric and made some part of you jerk up, trying to escape the touch. Bucky sighed, pulling his hands and mouth away. His hands rest on your knees and chin on your thigh, watching you. You suddenly felt extremely tingly. Your cunt ached, missing the feel of Bucky's fingers curling inside. Your clit throbbed for him, needing him. You couldn't help but whine, reaching for his head, hands, anything.
"What are you whining about, hm? I thought this is what you asked for." He teased, the condescending lilt complimenting the smirk donning his face.
Embarrassment quickly flooded over you, face turning redder than it probably already was. You covered your face, whining still.
You could hear the eye roll paired with a sigh, then felt him crawling up the bed, strong hands grasping your forearms. You resisted, but to no avail. He gripped you a little more harshly, wrestling you until he had both wrists pinned above your head with one hand, the other pushing your legs apart and wedging his knee between them, thigh pressing firmly against your pussy.
"I'm getting a little tired of this, baby. Telling me you’ve had enough and then asking for more. What do you want?”
You knew what he wanted. He wanted you to say you wanted him. And you did. God, you did. But he was so damn close to your face, towering over you, that all you could do was stutter out nonsense.
He tsks, about to lean away when you cry out, “I need you to make me cum, Buck, please. I’ll be good, promise.”
Again, embarrassment at the vulgarity of your words had you blushing like crazy. He soothed it this time, purring, “there. That wasn’t so hard, now was it?”
You would have felt indignant at his tone if it weren’t for the movement of his thigh between your legs being replaced with his head, even the tiniest of movements having you gasping, arching your back, moaning his name breathlessly.
"There we go." He grinned, diving in between your legs like a starved man. His skilled tongue working your cunt while he nosed your clit. His hands kneaded your thighs, and throaty moans vibrated straight onto your pussy.
"Fuck, Bucky, just like that, don't stop," you pleaded, hands moving to thread into his hair, pulling him closer. You needed him closer, you needed all of him.
He didn't intend to, burying his face between your thighs and his fingers in your cunt, which throbbed greedily for him as he curled them just right, coaxing pleasure to roll from you in waves of heat and hazy pleasure.
Your hips rolled to meet his tongue almost involuntarily, desperately searching for the high that was just out of reach.
"Getting close?" Came Bucky's deep voice. He knew damn well the answer to the question, and he kept working you further and further. Moving his fingers quicker and deeper, pulling them so that they were almost out of you before ramming them back in. It wasn't long before that high you'd been reaching for washed over you, making you cry out and throw your head back in bliss. Bucky coaxed you through the whole thing, his voice rumbling onto you just adding onto the pleasure he was pulling from you.
Though Bucky was skilled at prolonging your orgasms, the blissful feeling was soon replaced with a jolting feeling. Every touch of his now had you jerking again, pushing his head away.
"Mm, just a little more." He sighed, breathless with slick dripping from his stubbled chin and a faint, dreamy smile.
"Bucky." You groaned, trying to sound as stern as you could in such a compromising position. He sighed, kissing on your thighs before standing. That didn't stop him from delivering a swift, light slap to your pussy, causing you to yelp.
"Bucky!"
He said nothing, grinning and wiping your cum from his cheek as he sauntered into the bathroom. You flopped back onto the bed, listening to him running the sink, likely going to clean you up. Your cunt throbbed faintly, and you swore it throbbed a little faster when he walked back into the room.
You watched him eye you up and down, but he didn't do anything, gently cleaning you off.
"There we go. Did so good tonight, hm? So proud of you."
You sighed in contentment, humming an mhm back to him, even if what he said might have been rhetorical. Once he'd left, you mustered enough strength to roll off the towel onto your stomach; you'd made a joke about Bucky's confidence when he'd laid it down but as always he'd proven it was warranted.
When Bucky sauntered back into the room, whistling, you heard his footsteps stop at the foot of the bed. "C'mon honey, we can't be done if you're gonna give me a view like that, 's not fair."
You immediately grabbed a pillow and placed it over the view in question; you were lying commando on your stomach, and your legs were too sore to close so you can imagine what he was seeing.
Of course, a proud laugh came from behind you. You felt the pillow being tugged away from your butt, then strong hands atop the backs of your thighs.
"Too late now bubs, looks like we might need another towel."
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Bucky Barnes Masterlist
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