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thefanbasewhore · 2 hours ago
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i never hated you
Summary | You and Bucky never got along.
Content | 18+ content, minors DNI, P in V, enemies to lovers, NFSW.
Paring | Bucky Barnes x female reader
Side note | every time I write smut it flops, hopefully this will be the one 😩❤️ and also check out my other work!!
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"You're training with Buck." Steve doesn't bother to look her way knowing the moment he does it will be met with narrowed eyes. The look of annoyance forms creases against her forehead, arms crossing against her chest as a huff fills the distance between them.
"Steve, you can't -."
"No one else can train you. I have a mission, Nat is coming with me. Only you and Bucky will be here." Steve had taken her under his wing, teaching her everything he knows. If only his best friends weren't at each other's throats all the time.
"Well I don't want to."
"Suck it up sweetheart." The voice snarls behind her, both heads turn toward the direction of the door. Bucky crossed his arms across his chest, intimidating as ever as his eyes darken under his gaze. "It's not like I want to waste my time with you but here I am."
The way her lip curls up is annoying. His fingers dig into the large bulge of his bicep to suppress the urge to say something he knows Steve would only scowl him for.
Bucky was handsome to say the least, dark short hair with an equally short beard that peppers over the skin of his chiseled jaw. With a pair of striking blue eyes that anyone can be charmed by, not to mention the muscular build that even a nun would be able to look away from, too bad he's a jerk.
The two can't even remember how it started, this unspoken hatred but it's been going on for months now. While she's blames it on his jealously of Steve, he blames it on the fact that she's so whiny and always needs guidance.
"Enough." Steve's authoritative tone leaves very little room to disobey, seafoam blue eyes tightening are a warning enough. "Both of you will act like adults, like you are."
"Yeah, whatever." Bucky mumbles under his breath, head turning to convey the room to avoid her gaze but hers doesn't move. Greedy eyes meet the thick column of his neck, the belly muscle popping through and the sudden feeling to run her tongue across it makes her eyes widen.
"What are you looking at?" Bucky snarls.
"Nothing!" She hisses back, "Get over yourself."
"You're the one looking at me, honey." The nickname makes her visibly cringe, teeth gritting as she steps closer despite her cheeks burning hot with embrassment.
"Stop calling me that." The way he steps closer until their chest to chest is intimidating, towering height earning a smug look from Bucky.
"Buck, out." Steve huffs, fed up with them both. The next words mumbled under his breath, "Can't concentrate with you two acting like children."
The slam of the door causes her to jump, head snapping towards the direction except Bucky is long done but the lingering smell of fresh mint and chapped leather is promient.
***
"You're late." Bucky booms so loudly it seems to echo off the walls and causes her to hold a hand against her chest, breath hitching as she places her things down on the mat.
"I'm two minutes late, got your panties in a twist?" The words causing his lips to curl with distaste. "Let's just get this over with."
Before Bucky can even turns he feels a force of a body try to knock him onto his feet but he quickly turns, not paying much attention to his left hand until it comes it contact with her cheek.
It was hard enough to hurt and his face drops instantly, he watches as she cups her cheek and he can already see the angry, red mark forming there.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to -."
Two rather small hands aim for his head but he manages to dodge the fists but he doesn't expect the strong leg that comes from behind and sweeps him off his feet. Bucky reaches forward as he brings to fall towards the ground, big fingers curl around her shirt and pull until she tumbles on top of him with a huff.
His chest rises and falls under the scrutiny of her gaze. Parted thighs straddle his lap, a face full of hair as her hands flatten against his chest to push off the fall but he can't seem to keep his eyes trained, instead they fall to irregular rhythm her chest. Beads of sweat forming against skin and trails down and over collar bones and into the valley of her breasts and he can't seem to look away as they move with every breath.
Between her thighs radiates with warmth and it's his turn to stop breathing with the way her eye lids flutter at the sensation of his growing erection press against her clothed mound. The thick material of his tactical pants grinds against her puffy clit even through the clothes.
The moment her eyes open she's met with the intense electric blue eyes. His bottom lip is tucked between his pearly whites as an experimental hand presses against the small of her back. The size difference makes her head spin, the size of his hand as he pushes her forward on his lap to catch the swollen head of his clothed cock against her throbbing clit.
The mix of a moan and whine that fall from her lips makes his cock throb and she turns her head away with embarrassment but the hand that cups her chin and turns her back to the sultry gaze, "No, you sound so sweet."
The words makes her gasp or maybe it's the thumb that lays flat against her bottom lip and toys with the skin. Bucky doesn't dare move, just leans in excruciatingly slow, unsure eyes flickering from her own to her lips waiting for the words to stop him but they never come. The moment he's met with the soft, warm lips he melts.
Time felt like it almost stopped when his nose nudged her own, lips barely touching, they hover as he lets out a soft sigh, leaning closer until his eyelashes flutter against her own.
Every breath he takes smells like her. Purple and pink wild flowers and vanilla slips past his flaring nostrils as his lips form against her own. Both filled with fire, body tingling as he pulls her closer into his lap to give him a better angle to kiss her from.
He pulls away, it's just for a quick second to catch his breath but steals a small glance and his heart pounds. He wants to say how beautiful she looks, how warm she feels but he can't seem to form words so instead claims her lips again. It's heavy with emotions as the taste of sweet mint comes with his tongue parting her lips.
So caught up in the way his hand curls into her hair as she grinds her hips slowly, she doesn't feel the fingers that slip under the thin material of the shirt. Cool, false appendages press against the base of her belly as a small moan vibrates his chest as she shifts her weight against his aching hard on.
"You are so beautiful.." To be on the sweet, giving side of Bucky Barnes is almost breath taking. Time moves so much slower, it's hard to breath as he captures her lips again but not before his hand experimentally raises further and further up the soft skin of her stomach but stops right under her breasts. His eyes flicker up to her own, a silent question, he won't dare move another muscle until she nods. "Can I, sweet girl?"
The nickname makes her heart flutter. Since when did Bucky use nicknames like this and why did it make her skin so unbarebly hot?
"Yes." The words come out before she even has a chance to think about the consequences but the way his hands come down to cup handfuls of her breast she soon realizes she doesn't care.
His lips press against the shell of her ear, hot breath making it nearly impossible to focus on anything else except for the two fingers that tweak the peak of her nipple. Her mouth falls open with a gasp and Bucky smiles against the skin of her neck as smooth kisses trail. Open mouth and wet kisses cause her to shudder, a tongue peaks out to taste the salty skin.
"Bucky." She moans his name so sweetly that he can't help but groan. He pulls away and the only audible sounds is the whirling and clicking of mechanical plates as he cups her cheek.
"You are.. driving me crazy." He admits, "I gotta have you, please."
He asks like she could ever deny him, she nods against his palm and finger reach out to unloop his belt but a thumb that presses into her chin stops the movements. "Are you sure?"
"Want you." She mewls and this time encloses the line between their lips and invades his mouth once again to taste the fresh mint.
Once opened, her fingers dip past the waist band of his boxers and skillfully wrap around the base of his cock. He huffs against her lips, hand wrapping around her wrist as she tests the waters and gives it a small squeeze.
With an experimental movement of her wrist Bucky hisses, heavy eyelashes flutter against her cheek. His hips lift from their position on the ground to thrust for more and just like that he's putty in her hands.
"You don't have to -."
He couldn't even finish his sentence if he wanted too. Met with the filty site of her pulling away only to spit on her hand and tugging the hem of his boxers dangerously low on his hips until his cock is freed and curves against his abdomen.
Slowly her hand slides down the length of Bucky, and up, then down again until beads of pre-cum mix with her salvia to create wet, fithy sounds.
"That's it." Bucky plops from his position on his elbows to flat against the floor, eyes fluttering close as split starts to slide down his lower abdomen and balls, but her torment doesn't end there.
Soft fingers cup the sac with a delicate but meaningful touch. "God, honey."
The pet name makes her blush but it goes unseen to Bucky as he whines. Her head bobs lower and his head shoots up with confusion and only to watch her lips pucker and a long string of spit cover the head of his cock.
The self made lubricant squelshes with every quick motion. Bucky's finger tips curl into the foam mat underneath them, his hips tuting into the air to meet the rhythm of her hand.
"Sweetheart." He calls so beautifully, eyes pinching with pleasure. "So good but god, stop."
She's determined as ever and Bucky's throat runs dry, belly growing with warmth as a wave of heat makes his head grow hot and his body buzz with anticipation. He weakly lifts his head to only be met with her sparkling eyes, a ball of pleasure grows in his throat as he mumbles, "You are so fucking sexy."
Flesh fingers wrap around her wrist and hult any more movements. Lips find her own as she falls into the mat, back hitting the foam with a small gasp but Bucky's mouth catches it. His fingers run slowly along the hem of her yoga pants as his lips his the corner of hers, "Are you going to let me see that pretty pussy, sweet pea?"
"Yes, please, touch me." The words are sweet, beautiful music to his ears as two fingers prod against her chin. Her mouth opens instantly at the intrusion as the digits press against her tongue. Lips close down on them, swirling and licking until Bucky seemed satisfied with the slickness of them.
A vibranium arm pulls at the waist band of her pants and forces them down, Bucky decides not to comment on that fact she hadn't worn any underwear. Her arousal smears across her thighs, so much so that Bucky can practically smell it.
Those two digits wet her stomach as they trail down to her already soaked entrance. The tips kiss the opening of her pussy and it's impossible to fight against grinding down on them. Those thick, warm fingers spread along the hood of her cunt, teasingly until they press against the swollen clit and her hips jolt off the mat.
"Buck -." One finger slips into her sopping hole and she whines at the intrusion.
"Oh, baby." Bucky clicks his tongue with a smirk, blue eyes darkening as he speaks, "So tight, sweet pea."
A large hand glides under her back that arches, feeling the grooves of vertebrae against his false fingertips up until the grasp the back of her neck to pull her into a harsh kiss.
Teeth clash together as his pace increases, lips parting but his forehead presses against hers and his hand keeps it's hold on her neck. "Want another one?"
"Please, please." She mewls as eyes flutter close at the sensation of another finger stretching her open. Not wasting any time, they leave only to come back and reach that spot in that makes her eyes roll back into her head and mouth open with silent screams.
The sounds coming from in between her legs are heavenly, the swishes of her juices that drips down her legs and Bucky's hands as he finger fucks her into the mat. "You are so good for me, look at you. So desperate honey, you wanna come?"
The silent reply earns a squeeze at the base of her neck and Buck clenches his teeth, "I said, do you want to come?"
Her pussy squeezes around his fingers with a wanton moan, "Yes, Buck! Wanna come!"
Head falling to the mat harshly as his fingers release their hold. Head feeling drowsy as tears sting and blur her vision, heat creeping up the base of her stomach as goose bumps erupt across her body. "Come for me honey, I want it."
All it takes is seven little words for his fingers to milk her orgasm through. Heart leaping inside her chest as his soft kisses and mixed with the snap of his fingers she feels something snap inside with white, searing hot pleasure that temporarily blinds her.
Bucky doesn't offer a warning, the sudden feeling of his heavy cock is a burning but pleasure able stretch that causes a shriek to rip through her swollen lips.
Bucky's eyes roll back into his head as her pussy pretty much sucks his cock up inch by inch. Two cold fingers tease the bundle of nerves and rub circular motions as he sinks every inch of his cock until he's nestled so deep she feels him in her stomach. The delicious burn makes her lightheaded, so full of him it's hard to form words. She curses under her breath but Bucky barely notices, eyes fixated on the filthy sight of him stuffed so deep inside her. Hips against hips as he tries to press the rest but the intrusion sends sparks up her spine. Bucky stills, eyes finding hers for one last time before testing the waters with a deep, sensational thrust.
The squeal that falls from her lips is one of pleasure and pain but straight up sinful and he groans on his own accord as her cunt cleches around his throbbing cock.
"Such a sweet pussy, baby. She's so thirsty for me."
Hips snap faster and faster and he can't look away from the sight of his cock disappearing and reappearing into her silky opening over and over again. The sounds that fill the room are mixes of Bucky and hers followed by the slapping skin and squelches of her leaking juices. Pleasure tingles up his spine every time he hits that spot that makes her vision blur and drool gather at the corner of her lips.
"That's it, sweet pea. Taking me so good." He smirks as her mouth falls open but no words or sound come through, "Fucking you dumb, huh?"
His thighs shake, covered in her slick as his whole body erupts with heat. Stomach studying with the familar feeling of incoming relief. With every push of his hips come deep, rough strokes that hit that spot that makes her stomach ache.
Bucky loves the sounds she makes, how she begs for more and more, his hips rolling into her pussy which drips between the pair. It smears against his abdomen, leaks down his and her thighs.
Back arching off the mat, pushing him deeper inside of her, if that's even possible. A hand rest against the small of her back giving him a better angle to continue to fuck her senseless. “Buck, oh, so fucking good!"
"Yeah, princess? Still hate me?"
Half crescent form from his nails digging into the flesh of her hip and sweats drips down his chest and forehead. "I'm so close!"
The whine has him groaning with relief feeling his own balls tighten at the words. "Bucky, I have to cum - fuck!"
"Where do you want it, sweetheart?" Buck visibly chokes as another wave of heat warms his belly.
"In me, want to feel you in me!" No doubt in her mind she's going to feel him for weeks.
“Come for me.” The orgasm hits her like a truck - clenching around him so hard that his hips sputter but he continues to drive his dock so deep inside of her that her legs begin to shake.
He hits a spot so deep and explodes, lining his thick ropes of cum into her pussy and stuffs her to the brink. There's so much as it drips from where the two are still connected but he doesn't dare move. Taking a few seconds to recover against the cushion of her chest with deep breathes.
Bucky rests on his elbows as fingers hook behind her neck to gently being her eyes to his own. Eyes so lovingly soak in every beautiful mark of her face as soft digits rub against her hairline as the mechanical arms holds her whole head in his palm. Gentle lips press against her own, a soft kiss that he pulls away with a smile. "I always thought you were beautiful."
His fingers move the hairs from her forehead to press a kiss to her still red cheek as she speaks, "I never hated you."
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thefanbasewhore · 6 hours ago
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i never hated you
Summary | You and Bucky never got along.
Content | 18+ content, minors DNI, P in V, enemies to lovers, NFSW.
Paring | Bucky Barnes x female reader
Side note | every time I write smut it flops, hopefully this will be the one 😩❤️ and also check out my other work!!
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"You're training with Buck." Steve doesn't bother to look her way knowing the moment he does it will be met with narrowed eyes. The look of annoyance forms creases against her forehead, arms crossing against her chest as a huff fills the distance between them.
"Steve, you can't -."
"No one else can train you. I have a mission, Nat is coming with me. Only you and Bucky will be here." Steve had taken her under his wing, teaching her everything he knows. If only his best friends weren't at each other's throats all the time.
"Well I don't want to."
"Suck it up sweetheart." The voice snarls behind her, both heads turn toward the direction of the door. Bucky crossed his arms across his chest, intimidating as ever as his eyes darken under his gaze. "It's not like I want to waste my time with you but here I am."
The way her lip curls up is annoying. His fingers dig into the large bulge of his bicep to suppress the urge to say something he knows Steve would only scowl him for.
Bucky was handsome to say the least, dark short hair with an equally short beard that peppers over the skin of his chiseled jaw. With a pair of striking blue eyes that anyone can be charmed by, not to mention the muscular build that even a nun would be able to look away from, too bad he's a jerk.
The two can't even remember how it started, this unspoken hatred but it's been going on for months now. While she's blames it on his jealously of Steve, he blames it on the fact that she's so whiny and always needs guidance.
"Enough." Steve's authoritative tone leaves very little room to disobey, seafoam blue eyes tightening are a warning enough. "Both of you will act like adults, like you are."
"Yeah, whatever." Bucky mumbles under his breath, head turning to convey the room to avoid her gaze but hers doesn't move. Greedy eyes meet the thick column of his neck, the belly muscle popping through and the sudden feeling to run her tongue across it makes her eyes widen.
"What are you looking at?" Bucky snarls.
"Nothing!" She hisses back, "Get over yourself."
"You're the one looking at me, honey." The nickname makes her visibly cringe, teeth gritting as she steps closer despite her cheeks burning hot with embrassment.
"Stop calling me that." The way he steps closer until their chest to chest is intimidating, towering height earning a smug look from Bucky.
"Buck, out." Steve huffs, fed up with them both. The next words mumbled under his breath, "Can't concentrate with you two acting like children."
The slam of the door causes her to jump, head snapping towards the direction except Bucky is long done but the lingering smell of fresh mint and chapped leather is promient.
***
"You're late." Bucky booms so loudly it seems to echo off the walls and causes her to hold a hand against her chest, breath hitching as she places her things down on the mat.
"I'm two minutes late, got your panties in a twist?" The words causing his lips to curl with distaste. "Let's just get this over with."
Before Bucky can even turns he feels a force of a body try to knock him onto his feet but he quickly turns, not paying much attention to his left hand until it comes it contact with her cheek.
It was hard enough to hurt and his face drops instantly, he watches as she cups her cheek and he can already see the angry, red mark forming there.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to -."
Two rather small hands aim for his head but he manages to dodge the fists but he doesn't expect the strong leg that comes from behind and sweeps him off his feet. Bucky reaches forward as he brings to fall towards the ground, big fingers curl around her shirt and pull until she tumbles on top of him with a huff.
His chest rises and falls under the scrutiny of her gaze. Parted thighs straddle his lap, a face full of hair as her hands flatten against his chest to push off the fall but he can't seem to keep his eyes trained, instead they fall to irregular rhythm her chest. Beads of sweat forming against skin and trails down and over collar bones and into the valley of her breasts and he can't seem to look away as they move with every breath.
Between her thighs radiates with warmth and it's his turn to stop breathing with the way her eye lids flutter at the sensation of his growing erection press against her clothed mound. The thick material of his tactical pants grinds against her puffy clit even through the clothes.
The moment her eyes open she's met with the intense electric blue eyes. His bottom lip is tucked between his pearly whites as an experimental hand presses against the small of her back. The size difference makes her head spin, the size of his hand as he pushes her forward on his lap to catch the swollen head of his clothed cock against her throbbing clit.
The mix of a moan and whine that fall from her lips makes his cock throb and she turns her head away with embarrassment but the hand that cups her chin and turns her back to the sultry gaze, "No, you sound so sweet."
The words makes her gasp or maybe it's the thumb that lays flat against her bottom lip and toys with the skin. Bucky doesn't dare move, just leans in excruciatingly slow, unsure eyes flickering from her own to her lips waiting for the words to stop him but they never come. The moment he's met with the soft, warm lips he melts.
Time felt like it almost stopped when his nose nudged her own, lips barely touching, they hover as he lets out a soft sigh, leaning closer until his eyelashes flutter against her own.
Every breath he takes smells like her. Purple and pink wild flowers and vanilla slips past his flaring nostrils as his lips form against her own. Both filled with fire, body tingling as he pulls her closer into his lap to give him a better angle to kiss her from.
He pulls away, it's just for a quick second to catch his breath but steals a small glance and his heart pounds. He wants to say how beautiful she looks, how warm she feels but he can't seem to form words so instead claims her lips again. It's heavy with emotions as the taste of sweet mint comes with his tongue parting her lips.
So caught up in the way his hand curls into her hair as she grinds her hips slowly, she doesn't feel the fingers that slip under the thin material of the shirt. Cool, false appendages press against the base of her belly as a small moan vibrates his chest as she shifts her weight against his aching hard on.
"You are so beautiful.." To be on the sweet, giving side of Bucky Barnes is almost breath taking. Time moves so much slower, it's hard to breath as he captures her lips again but not before his hand experimentally raises further and further up the soft skin of her stomach but stops right under her breasts. His eyes flicker up to her own, a silent question, he won't dare move another muscle until she nods. "Can I, sweet girl?"
The nickname makes her heart flutter. Since when did Bucky use nicknames like this and why did it make her skin so unbarebly hot?
"Yes." The words come out before she even has a chance to think about the consequences but the way his hands come down to cup handfuls of her breast she soon realizes she doesn't care.
His lips press against the shell of her ear, hot breath making it nearly impossible to focus on anything else except for the two fingers that tweak the peak of her nipple. Her mouth falls open with a gasp and Bucky smiles against the skin of her neck as smooth kisses trail. Open mouth and wet kisses cause her to shudder, a tongue peaks out to taste the salty skin.
"Bucky." She moans his name so sweetly that he can't help but groan. He pulls away and the only audible sounds is the whirling and clicking of mechanical plates as he cups her cheek.
"You are.. driving me crazy." He admits, "I gotta have you, please."
He asks like she could ever deny him, she nods against his palm and finger reach out to unloop his belt but a thumb that presses into her chin stops the movements. "Are you sure?"
"Want you." She mewls and this time encloses the line between their lips and invades his mouth once again to taste the fresh mint.
Once opened, her fingers dip past the waist band of his boxers and skillfully wrap around the base of his cock. He huffs against her lips, hand wrapping around her wrist as she tests the waters and gives it a small squeeze.
With an experimental movement of her wrist Bucky hisses, heavy eyelashes flutter against her cheek. His hips lift from their position on the ground to thrust for more and just like that he's putty in her hands.
"You don't have to -."
He couldn't even finish his sentence if he wanted too. Met with the filty site of her pulling away only to spit on her hand and tugging the hem of his boxers dangerously low on his hips until his cock is freed and curves against his abdomen.
Slowly her hand slides down the length of Bucky, and up, then down again until beads of pre-cum mix with her salvia to create wet, fithy sounds.
"That's it." Bucky plops from his position on his elbows to flat against the floor, eyes fluttering close as split starts to slide down his lower abdomen and balls, but her torment doesn't end there.
Soft fingers cup the sac with a delicate but meaningful touch. "God, honey."
The pet name makes her blush but it goes unseen to Bucky as he whines. Her head bobs lower and his head shoots up with confusion and only to watch her lips pucker and a long string of spit cover the head of his cock.
The self made lubricant squelshes with every quick motion. Bucky's finger tips curl into the foam mat underneath them, his hips tuting into the air to meet the rhythm of her hand.
"Sweetheart." He calls so beautifully, eyes pinching with pleasure. "So good but god, stop."
She's determined as ever and Bucky's throat runs dry, belly growing with warmth as a wave of heat makes his head grow hot and his body buzz with anticipation. He weakly lifts his head to only be met with her sparkling eyes, a ball of pleasure grows in his throat as he mumbles, "You are so fucking sexy."
Flesh fingers wrap around her wrist and hult any more movements. Lips find her own as she falls into the mat, back hitting the foam with a small gasp but Bucky's mouth catches it. His fingers run slowly along the hem of her yoga pants as his lips his the corner of hers, "Are you going to let me see that pretty pussy, sweet pea?"
"Yes, please, touch me." The words are sweet, beautiful music to his ears as two fingers prod against her chin. Her mouth opens instantly at the intrusion as the digits press against her tongue. Lips close down on them, swirling and licking until Bucky seemed satisfied with the slickness of them.
A vibranium arm pulls at the waist band of her pants and forces them down, Bucky decides not to comment on that fact she hadn't worn any underwear. Her arousal smears across her thighs, so much so that Bucky can practically smell it.
Those two digits wet her stomach as they trail down to her already soaked entrance. The tips kiss the opening of her pussy and it's impossible to fight against grinding down on them. Those thick, warm fingers spread along the hood of her cunt, teasingly until they press against the swollen clit and her hips jolt off the mat.
"Buck -." One finger slips into her sopping hole and she whines at the intrusion.
"Oh, baby." Bucky clicks his tongue with a smirk, blue eyes darkening as he speaks, "So tight, sweet pea."
A large hand glides under her back that arches, feeling the grooves of vertebrae against his false fingertips up until the grasp the back of her neck to pull her into a harsh kiss.
Teeth clash together as his pace increases, lips parting but his forehead presses against hers and his hand keeps it's hold on her neck. "Want another one?"
"Please, please." She mewls as eyes flutter close at the sensation of another finger stretching her open. Not wasting any time, they leave only to come back and reach that spot in that makes her eyes roll back into her head and mouth open with silent screams.
The sounds coming from in between her legs are heavenly, the swishes of her juices that drips down her legs and Bucky's hands as he finger fucks her into the mat. "You are so good for me, look at you. So desperate honey, you wanna come?"
The silent reply earns a squeeze at the base of her neck and Buck clenches his teeth, "I said, do you want to come?"
Her pussy squeezes around his fingers with a wanton moan, "Yes, Buck! Wanna come!"
Head falling to the mat harshly as his fingers release their hold. Head feeling drowsy as tears sting and blur her vision, heat creeping up the base of her stomach as goose bumps erupt across her body. "Come for me honey, I want it."
All it takes is seven little words for his fingers to milk her orgasm through. Heart leaping inside her chest as his soft kisses and mixed with the snap of his fingers she feels something snap inside with white, searing hot pleasure that temporarily blinds her.
Bucky doesn't offer a warning, the sudden feeling of his heavy cock is a burning but pleasure able stretch that causes a shriek to rip through her swollen lips.
Bucky's eyes roll back into his head as her pussy pretty much sucks his cock up inch by inch. Two cold fingers tease the bundle of nerves and rub circular motions as he sinks every inch of his cock until he's nestled so deep she feels him in her stomach. The delicious burn makes her lightheaded, so full of him it's hard to form words. She curses under her breath but Bucky barely notices, eyes fixated on the filthy sight of him stuffed so deep inside her. Hips against hips as he tries to press the rest but the intrusion sends sparks up her spine. Bucky stills, eyes finding hers for one last time before testing the waters with a deep, sensational thrust.
The squeal that falls from her lips is one of pleasure and pain but straight up sinful and he groans on his own accord as her cunt cleches around his throbbing cock.
"Such a sweet pussy, baby. She's so thirsty for me."
Hips snap faster and faster and he can't look away from the sight of his cock disappearing and reappearing into her silky opening over and over again. The sounds that fill the room are mixes of Bucky and hers followed by the slapping skin and squelches of her leaking juices. Pleasure tingles up his spine every time he hits that spot that makes her vision blur and drool gather at the corner of her lips.
"That's it, sweet pea. Taking me so good." He smirks as her mouth falls open but no words or sound come through, "Fucking you dumb, huh?"
His thighs shake, covered in her slick as his whole body erupts with heat. Stomach studying with the familar feeling of incoming relief. With every push of his hips come deep, rough strokes that hit that spot that makes her stomach ache.
Bucky loves the sounds she makes, how she begs for more and more, his hips rolling into her pussy which drips between the pair. It smears against his abdomen, leaks down his and her thighs.
Back arching off the mat, pushing him deeper inside of her, if that's even possible. A hand rest against the small of her back giving him a better angle to continue to fuck her senseless. “Buck, oh, so fucking good!"
"Yeah, princess? Still hate me?"
Half crescent form from his nails digging into the flesh of her hip and sweats drips down his chest and forehead. "I'm so close!"
The whine has him groaning with relief feeling his own balls tighten at the words. "Bucky, I have to cum - fuck!"
"Where do you want it, sweetheart?" Buck visibly chokes as another wave of heat warms his belly.
"In me, want to feel you in me!" No doubt in her mind she's going to feel him for weeks.
“Come for me.” The orgasm hits her like a truck - clenching around him so hard that his hips sputter but he continues to drive his dock so deep inside of her that her legs begin to shake.
He hits a spot so deep and explodes, lining his thick ropes of cum into her pussy and stuffs her to the brink. There's so much as it drips from where the two are still connected but he doesn't dare move. Taking a few seconds to recover against the cushion of her chest with deep breathes.
Bucky rests on his elbows as fingers hook behind her neck to gently being her eyes to his own. Eyes so lovingly soak in every beautiful mark of her face as soft digits rub against her hairline as the mechanical arms holds her whole head in his palm. Gentle lips press against her own, a soft kiss that he pulls away with a smile. "I always thought you were beautiful."
His fingers move the hairs from her forehead to press a kiss to her still red cheek as she speaks, "I never hated you."
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thefanbasewhore · 6 hours ago
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Thank you so much!!! 🥺💕💕💕
i never hated you
Summary | You and Bucky never got along.
Content | 18+ content, minors DNI, P in V, enemies to lovers, NFSW.
Paring | Bucky Barnes x female reader
Side note | every time I write smut it flops, hopefully this will be the one 😩❤️ and also check out my other work!!
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"You're training with Buck." Steve doesn't bother to look her way knowing the moment he does it will be met with narrowed eyes. The look of annoyance forms creases against her forehead, arms crossing against her chest as a huff fills the distance between them.
"Steve, you can't -."
"No one else can train you. I have a mission, Nat is coming with me. Only you and Bucky will be here." Steve had taken her under his wing, teaching her everything he knows. If only his best friends weren't at each other's throats all the time.
"Well I don't want to."
"Suck it up sweetheart." The voice snarls behind her, both heads turn toward the direction of the door. Bucky crossed his arms across his chest, intimidating as ever as his eyes darken under his gaze. "It's not like I want to waste my time with you but here I am."
The way her lip curls up is annoying. His fingers dig into the large bulge of his bicep to suppress the urge to say something he knows Steve would only scowl him for.
Bucky was handsome to say the least, dark short hair with an equally short beard that peppers over the skin of his chiseled jaw. With a pair of striking blue eyes that anyone can be charmed by, not to mention the muscular build that even a nun would be able to look away from, too bad he's a jerk.
The two can't even remember how it started, this unspoken hatred but it's been going on for months now. While she's blames it on his jealously of Steve, he blames it on the fact that she's so whiny and always needs guidance.
"Enough." Steve's authoritative tone leaves very little room to disobey, seafoam blue eyes tightening are a warning enough. "Both of you will act like adults, like you are."
"Yeah, whatever." Bucky mumbles under his breath, head turning to convey the room to avoid her gaze but hers doesn't move. Greedy eyes meet the thick column of his neck, the belly muscle popping through and the sudden feeling to run her tongue across it makes her eyes widen.
"What are you looking at?" Bucky snarls.
"Nothing!" She hisses back, "Get over yourself."
"You're the one looking at me, honey." The nickname makes her visibly cringe, teeth gritting as she steps closer despite her cheeks burning hot with embrassment.
"Stop calling me that." The way he steps closer until their chest to chest is intimidating, towering height earning a smug look from Bucky.
"Buck, out." Steve huffs, fed up with them both. The next words mumbled under his breath, "Can't concentrate with you two acting like children."
The slam of the door causes her to jump, head snapping towards the direction except Bucky is long done but the lingering smell of fresh mint and chapped leather is promient.
***
"You're late." Bucky booms so loudly it seems to echo off the walls and causes her to hold a hand against her chest, breath hitching as she places her things down on the mat.
"I'm two minutes late, got your panties in a twist?" The words causing his lips to curl with distaste. "Let's just get this over with."
Before Bucky can even turns he feels a force of a body try to knock him onto his feet but he quickly turns, not paying much attention to his left hand until it comes it contact with her cheek.
It was hard enough to hurt and his face drops instantly, he watches as she cups her cheek and he can already see the angry, red mark forming there.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to -."
Two rather small hands aim for his head but he manages to dodge the fists but he doesn't expect the strong leg that comes from behind and sweeps him off his feet. Bucky reaches forward as he brings to fall towards the ground, big fingers curl around her shirt and pull until she tumbles on top of him with a huff.
His chest rises and falls under the scrutiny of her gaze. Parted thighs straddle his lap, a face full of hair as her hands flatten against his chest to push off the fall but he can't seem to keep his eyes trained, instead they fall to irregular rhythm her chest. Beads of sweat forming against skin and trails down and over collar bones and into the valley of her breasts and he can't seem to look away as they move with every breath.
Between her thighs radiates with warmth and it's his turn to stop breathing with the way her eye lids flutter at the sensation of his growing erection press against her clothed mound. The thick material of his tactical pants grinds against her puffy clit even through the clothes.
The moment her eyes open she's met with the intense electric blue eyes. His bottom lip is tucked between his pearly whites as an experimental hand presses against the small of her back. The size difference makes her head spin, the size of his hand as he pushes her forward on his lap to catch the swollen head of his clothed cock against her throbbing clit.
The mix of a moan and whine that fall from her lips makes his cock throb and she turns her head away with embarrassment but the hand that cups her chin and turns her back to the sultry gaze, "No, you sound so sweet."
The words makes her gasp or maybe it's the thumb that lays flat against her bottom lip and toys with the skin. Bucky doesn't dare move, just leans in excruciatingly slow, unsure eyes flickering from her own to her lips waiting for the words to stop him but they never come. The moment he's met with the soft, warm lips he melts.
Time felt like it almost stopped when his nose nudged her own, lips barely touching, they hover as he lets out a soft sigh, leaning closer until his eyelashes flutter against her own.
Every breath he takes smells like her. Purple and pink wild flowers and vanilla slips past his flaring nostrils as his lips form against her own. Both filled with fire, body tingling as he pulls her closer into his lap to give him a better angle to kiss her from.
He pulls away, it's just for a quick second to catch his breath but steals a small glance and his heart pounds. He wants to say how beautiful she looks, how warm she feels but he can't seem to form words so instead claims her lips again. It's heavy with emotions as the taste of sweet mint comes with his tongue parting her lips.
So caught up in the way his hand curls into her hair as she grinds her hips slowly, she doesn't feel the fingers that slip under the thin material of the shirt. Cool, false appendages press against the base of her belly as a small moan vibrates his chest as she shifts her weight against his aching hard on.
"You are so beautiful.." To be on the sweet, giving side of Bucky Barnes is almost breath taking. Time moves so much slower, it's hard to breath as he captures her lips again but not before his hand experimentally raises further and further up the soft skin of her stomach but stops right under her breasts. His eyes flicker up to her own, a silent question, he won't dare move another muscle until she nods. "Can I, sweet girl?"
The nickname makes her heart flutter. Since when did Bucky use nicknames like this and why did it make her skin so unbarebly hot?
"Yes." The words come out before she even has a chance to think about the consequences but the way his hands come down to cup handfuls of her breast she soon realizes she doesn't care.
His lips press against the shell of her ear, hot breath making it nearly impossible to focus on anything else except for the two fingers that tweak the peak of her nipple. Her mouth falls open with a gasp and Bucky smiles against the skin of her neck as smooth kisses trail. Open mouth and wet kisses cause her to shudder, a tongue peaks out to taste the salty skin.
"Bucky." She moans his name so sweetly that he can't help but groan. He pulls away and the only audible sounds is the whirling and clicking of mechanical plates as he cups her cheek.
"You are.. driving me crazy." He admits, "I gotta have you, please."
He asks like she could ever deny him, she nods against his palm and finger reach out to unloop his belt but a thumb that presses into her chin stops the movements. "Are you sure?"
"Want you." She mewls and this time encloses the line between their lips and invades his mouth once again to taste the fresh mint.
Once opened, her fingers dip past the waist band of his boxers and skillfully wrap around the base of his cock. He huffs against her lips, hand wrapping around her wrist as she tests the waters and gives it a small squeeze.
With an experimental movement of her wrist Bucky hisses, heavy eyelashes flutter against her cheek. His hips lift from their position on the ground to thrust for more and just like that he's putty in her hands.
"You don't have to -."
He couldn't even finish his sentence if he wanted too. Met with the filty site of her pulling away only to spit on her hand and tugging the hem of his boxers dangerously low on his hips until his cock is freed and curves against his abdomen.
Slowly her hand slides down the length of Bucky, and up, then down again until beads of pre-cum mix with her salvia to create wet, fithy sounds.
"That's it." Bucky plops from his position on his elbows to flat against the floor, eyes fluttering close as split starts to slide down his lower abdomen and balls, but her torment doesn't end there.
Soft fingers cup the sac with a delicate but meaningful touch. "God, honey."
The pet name makes her blush but it goes unseen to Bucky as he whines. Her head bobs lower and his head shoots up with confusion and only to watch her lips pucker and a long string of spit cover the head of his cock.
The self made lubricant squelshes with every quick motion. Bucky's finger tips curl into the foam mat underneath them, his hips tuting into the air to meet the rhythm of her hand.
"Sweetheart." He calls so beautifully, eyes pinching with pleasure. "So good but god, stop."
She's determined as ever and Bucky's throat runs dry, belly growing with warmth as a wave of heat makes his head grow hot and his body buzz with anticipation. He weakly lifts his head to only be met with her sparkling eyes, a ball of pleasure grows in his throat as he mumbles, "You are so fucking sexy."
Flesh fingers wrap around her wrist and hult any more movements. Lips find her own as she falls into the mat, back hitting the foam with a small gasp but Bucky's mouth catches it. His fingers run slowly along the hem of her yoga pants as his lips his the corner of hers, "Are you going to let me see that pretty pussy, sweet pea?"
"Yes, please, touch me." The words are sweet, beautiful music to his ears as two fingers prod against her chin. Her mouth opens instantly at the intrusion as the digits press against her tongue. Lips close down on them, swirling and licking until Bucky seemed satisfied with the slickness of them.
A vibranium arm pulls at the waist band of her pants and forces them down, Bucky decides not to comment on that fact she hadn't worn any underwear. Her arousal smears across her thighs, so much so that Bucky can practically smell it.
Those two digits wet her stomach as they trail down to her already soaked entrance. The tips kiss the opening of her pussy and it's impossible to fight against grinding down on them. Those thick, warm fingers spread along the hood of her cunt, teasingly until they press against the swollen clit and her hips jolt off the mat.
"Buck -." One finger slips into her sopping hole and she whines at the intrusion.
"Oh, baby." Bucky clicks his tongue with a smirk, blue eyes darkening as he speaks, "So tight, sweet pea."
A large hand glides under her back that arches, feeling the grooves of vertebrae against his false fingertips up until the grasp the back of her neck to pull her into a harsh kiss.
Teeth clash together as his pace increases, lips parting but his forehead presses against hers and his hand keeps it's hold on her neck. "Want another one?"
"Please, please." She mewls as eyes flutter close at the sensation of another finger stretching her open. Not wasting any time, they leave only to come back and reach that spot in that makes her eyes roll back into her head and mouth open with silent screams.
The sounds coming from in between her legs are heavenly, the swishes of her juices that drips down her legs and Bucky's hands as he finger fucks her into the mat. "You are so good for me, look at you. So desperate honey, you wanna come?"
The silent reply earns a squeeze at the base of her neck and Buck clenches his teeth, "I said, do you want to come?"
Her pussy squeezes around his fingers with a wanton moan, "Yes, Buck! Wanna come!"
Head falling to the mat harshly as his fingers release their hold. Head feeling drowsy as tears sting and blur her vision, heat creeping up the base of her stomach as goose bumps erupt across her body. "Come for me honey, I want it."
All it takes is seven little words for his fingers to milk her orgasm through. Heart leaping inside her chest as his soft kisses and mixed with the snap of his fingers she feels something snap inside with white, searing hot pleasure that temporarily blinds her.
Bucky doesn't offer a warning, the sudden feeling of his heavy cock is a burning but pleasure able stretch that causes a shriek to rip through her swollen lips.
Bucky's eyes roll back into his head as her pussy pretty much sucks his cock up inch by inch. Two cold fingers tease the bundle of nerves and rub circular motions as he sinks every inch of his cock until he's nestled so deep she feels him in her stomach. The delicious burn makes her lightheaded, so full of him it's hard to form words. She curses under her breath but Bucky barely notices, eyes fixated on the filthy sight of him stuffed so deep inside her. Hips against hips as he tries to press the rest but the intrusion sends sparks up her spine. Bucky stills, eyes finding hers for one last time before testing the waters with a deep, sensational thrust.
The squeal that falls from her lips is one of pleasure and pain but straight up sinful and he groans on his own accord as her cunt cleches around his throbbing cock.
"Such a sweet pussy, baby. She's so thirsty for me."
Hips snap faster and faster and he can't look away from the sight of his cock disappearing and reappearing into her silky opening over and over again. The sounds that fill the room are mixes of Bucky and hers followed by the slapping skin and squelches of her leaking juices. Pleasure tingles up his spine every time he hits that spot that makes her vision blur and drool gather at the corner of her lips.
"That's it, sweet pea. Taking me so good." He smirks as her mouth falls open but no words or sound come through, "Fucking you dumb, huh?"
His thighs shake, covered in her slick as his whole body erupts with heat. Stomach studying with the familar feeling of incoming relief. With every push of his hips come deep, rough strokes that hit that spot that makes her stomach ache.
Bucky loves the sounds she makes, how she begs for more and more, his hips rolling into her pussy which drips between the pair. It smears against his abdomen, leaks down his and her thighs.
Back arching off the mat, pushing him deeper inside of her, if that's even possible. A hand rest against the small of her back giving him a better angle to continue to fuck her senseless. “Buck, oh, so fucking good!"
"Yeah, princess? Still hate me?"
Half crescent form from his nails digging into the flesh of her hip and sweats drips down his chest and forehead. "I'm so close!"
The whine has him groaning with relief feeling his own balls tighten at the words. "Bucky, I have to cum - fuck!"
"Where do you want it, sweetheart?" Buck visibly chokes as another wave of heat warms his belly.
"In me, want to feel you in me!" No doubt in her mind she's going to feel him for weeks.
“Come for me.” The orgasm hits her like a truck - clenching around him so hard that his hips sputter but he continues to drive his dock so deep inside of her that her legs begin to shake.
He hits a spot so deep and explodes, lining his thick ropes of cum into her pussy and stuffs her to the brink. There's so much as it drips from where the two are still connected but he doesn't dare move. Taking a few seconds to recover against the cushion of her chest with deep breathes.
Bucky rests on his elbows as fingers hook behind her neck to gently being her eyes to his own. Eyes so lovingly soak in every beautiful mark of her face as soft digits rub against her hairline as the mechanical arms holds her whole head in his palm. Gentle lips press against her own, a soft kiss that he pulls away with a smile. "I always thought you were beautiful."
His fingers move the hairs from her forehead to press a kiss to her still red cheek as she speaks, "I never hated you."
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thefanbasewhore · 6 hours ago
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Thank you love 💕
i never hated you
Summary | You and Bucky never got along.
Content | 18+ content, minors DNI, P in V, enemies to lovers, NFSW.
Paring | Bucky Barnes x female reader
Side note | every time I write smut it flops, hopefully this will be the one 😩❤️ and also check out my other work!!
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"You're training with Buck." Steve doesn't bother to look her way knowing the moment he does it will be met with narrowed eyes. The look of annoyance forms creases against her forehead, arms crossing against her chest as a huff fills the distance between them.
"Steve, you can't -."
"No one else can train you. I have a mission, Nat is coming with me. Only you and Bucky will be here." Steve had taken her under his wing, teaching her everything he knows. If only his best friends weren't at each other's throats all the time.
"Well I don't want to."
"Suck it up sweetheart." The voice snarls behind her, both heads turn toward the direction of the door. Bucky crossed his arms across his chest, intimidating as ever as his eyes darken under his gaze. "It's not like I want to waste my time with you but here I am."
The way her lip curls up is annoying. His fingers dig into the large bulge of his bicep to suppress the urge to say something he knows Steve would only scowl him for.
Bucky was handsome to say the least, dark short hair with an equally short beard that peppers over the skin of his chiseled jaw. With a pair of striking blue eyes that anyone can be charmed by, not to mention the muscular build that even a nun would be able to look away from, too bad he's a jerk.
The two can't even remember how it started, this unspoken hatred but it's been going on for months now. While she's blames it on his jealously of Steve, he blames it on the fact that she's so whiny and always needs guidance.
"Enough." Steve's authoritative tone leaves very little room to disobey, seafoam blue eyes tightening are a warning enough. "Both of you will act like adults, like you are."
"Yeah, whatever." Bucky mumbles under his breath, head turning to convey the room to avoid her gaze but hers doesn't move. Greedy eyes meet the thick column of his neck, the belly muscle popping through and the sudden feeling to run her tongue across it makes her eyes widen.
"What are you looking at?" Bucky snarls.
"Nothing!" She hisses back, "Get over yourself."
"You're the one looking at me, honey." The nickname makes her visibly cringe, teeth gritting as she steps closer despite her cheeks burning hot with embrassment.
"Stop calling me that." The way he steps closer until their chest to chest is intimidating, towering height earning a smug look from Bucky.
"Buck, out." Steve huffs, fed up with them both. The next words mumbled under his breath, "Can't concentrate with you two acting like children."
The slam of the door causes her to jump, head snapping towards the direction except Bucky is long done but the lingering smell of fresh mint and chapped leather is promient.
***
"You're late." Bucky booms so loudly it seems to echo off the walls and causes her to hold a hand against her chest, breath hitching as she places her things down on the mat.
"I'm two minutes late, got your panties in a twist?" The words causing his lips to curl with distaste. "Let's just get this over with."
Before Bucky can even turns he feels a force of a body try to knock him onto his feet but he quickly turns, not paying much attention to his left hand until it comes it contact with her cheek.
It was hard enough to hurt and his face drops instantly, he watches as she cups her cheek and he can already see the angry, red mark forming there.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to -."
Two rather small hands aim for his head but he manages to dodge the fists but he doesn't expect the strong leg that comes from behind and sweeps him off his feet. Bucky reaches forward as he brings to fall towards the ground, big fingers curl around her shirt and pull until she tumbles on top of him with a huff.
His chest rises and falls under the scrutiny of her gaze. Parted thighs straddle his lap, a face full of hair as her hands flatten against his chest to push off the fall but he can't seem to keep his eyes trained, instead they fall to irregular rhythm her chest. Beads of sweat forming against skin and trails down and over collar bones and into the valley of her breasts and he can't seem to look away as they move with every breath.
Between her thighs radiates with warmth and it's his turn to stop breathing with the way her eye lids flutter at the sensation of his growing erection press against her clothed mound. The thick material of his tactical pants grinds against her puffy clit even through the clothes.
The moment her eyes open she's met with the intense electric blue eyes. His bottom lip is tucked between his pearly whites as an experimental hand presses against the small of her back. The size difference makes her head spin, the size of his hand as he pushes her forward on his lap to catch the swollen head of his clothed cock against her throbbing clit.
The mix of a moan and whine that fall from her lips makes his cock throb and she turns her head away with embarrassment but the hand that cups her chin and turns her back to the sultry gaze, "No, you sound so sweet."
The words makes her gasp or maybe it's the thumb that lays flat against her bottom lip and toys with the skin. Bucky doesn't dare move, just leans in excruciatingly slow, unsure eyes flickering from her own to her lips waiting for the words to stop him but they never come. The moment he's met with the soft, warm lips he melts.
Time felt like it almost stopped when his nose nudged her own, lips barely touching, they hover as he lets out a soft sigh, leaning closer until his eyelashes flutter against her own.
Every breath he takes smells like her. Purple and pink wild flowers and vanilla slips past his flaring nostrils as his lips form against her own. Both filled with fire, body tingling as he pulls her closer into his lap to give him a better angle to kiss her from.
He pulls away, it's just for a quick second to catch his breath but steals a small glance and his heart pounds. He wants to say how beautiful she looks, how warm she feels but he can't seem to form words so instead claims her lips again. It's heavy with emotions as the taste of sweet mint comes with his tongue parting her lips.
So caught up in the way his hand curls into her hair as she grinds her hips slowly, she doesn't feel the fingers that slip under the thin material of the shirt. Cool, false appendages press against the base of her belly as a small moan vibrates his chest as she shifts her weight against his aching hard on.
"You are so beautiful.." To be on the sweet, giving side of Bucky Barnes is almost breath taking. Time moves so much slower, it's hard to breath as he captures her lips again but not before his hand experimentally raises further and further up the soft skin of her stomach but stops right under her breasts. His eyes flicker up to her own, a silent question, he won't dare move another muscle until she nods. "Can I, sweet girl?"
The nickname makes her heart flutter. Since when did Bucky use nicknames like this and why did it make her skin so unbarebly hot?
"Yes." The words come out before she even has a chance to think about the consequences but the way his hands come down to cup handfuls of her breast she soon realizes she doesn't care.
His lips press against the shell of her ear, hot breath making it nearly impossible to focus on anything else except for the two fingers that tweak the peak of her nipple. Her mouth falls open with a gasp and Bucky smiles against the skin of her neck as smooth kisses trail. Open mouth and wet kisses cause her to shudder, a tongue peaks out to taste the salty skin.
"Bucky." She moans his name so sweetly that he can't help but groan. He pulls away and the only audible sounds is the whirling and clicking of mechanical plates as he cups her cheek.
"You are.. driving me crazy." He admits, "I gotta have you, please."
He asks like she could ever deny him, she nods against his palm and finger reach out to unloop his belt but a thumb that presses into her chin stops the movements. "Are you sure?"
"Want you." She mewls and this time encloses the line between their lips and invades his mouth once again to taste the fresh mint.
Once opened, her fingers dip past the waist band of his boxers and skillfully wrap around the base of his cock. He huffs against her lips, hand wrapping around her wrist as she tests the waters and gives it a small squeeze.
With an experimental movement of her wrist Bucky hisses, heavy eyelashes flutter against her cheek. His hips lift from their position on the ground to thrust for more and just like that he's putty in her hands.
"You don't have to -."
He couldn't even finish his sentence if he wanted too. Met with the filty site of her pulling away only to spit on her hand and tugging the hem of his boxers dangerously low on his hips until his cock is freed and curves against his abdomen.
Slowly her hand slides down the length of Bucky, and up, then down again until beads of pre-cum mix with her salvia to create wet, fithy sounds.
"That's it." Bucky plops from his position on his elbows to flat against the floor, eyes fluttering close as split starts to slide down his lower abdomen and balls, but her torment doesn't end there.
Soft fingers cup the sac with a delicate but meaningful touch. "God, honey."
The pet name makes her blush but it goes unseen to Bucky as he whines. Her head bobs lower and his head shoots up with confusion and only to watch her lips pucker and a long string of spit cover the head of his cock.
The self made lubricant squelshes with every quick motion. Bucky's finger tips curl into the foam mat underneath them, his hips tuting into the air to meet the rhythm of her hand.
"Sweetheart." He calls so beautifully, eyes pinching with pleasure. "So good but god, stop."
She's determined as ever and Bucky's throat runs dry, belly growing with warmth as a wave of heat makes his head grow hot and his body buzz with anticipation. He weakly lifts his head to only be met with her sparkling eyes, a ball of pleasure grows in his throat as he mumbles, "You are so fucking sexy."
Flesh fingers wrap around her wrist and hult any more movements. Lips find her own as she falls into the mat, back hitting the foam with a small gasp but Bucky's mouth catches it. His fingers run slowly along the hem of her yoga pants as his lips his the corner of hers, "Are you going to let me see that pretty pussy, sweet pea?"
"Yes, please, touch me." The words are sweet, beautiful music to his ears as two fingers prod against her chin. Her mouth opens instantly at the intrusion as the digits press against her tongue. Lips close down on them, swirling and licking until Bucky seemed satisfied with the slickness of them.
A vibranium arm pulls at the waist band of her pants and forces them down, Bucky decides not to comment on that fact she hadn't worn any underwear. Her arousal smears across her thighs, so much so that Bucky can practically smell it.
Those two digits wet her stomach as they trail down to her already soaked entrance. The tips kiss the opening of her pussy and it's impossible to fight against grinding down on them. Those thick, warm fingers spread along the hood of her cunt, teasingly until they press against the swollen clit and her hips jolt off the mat.
"Buck -." One finger slips into her sopping hole and she whines at the intrusion.
"Oh, baby." Bucky clicks his tongue with a smirk, blue eyes darkening as he speaks, "So tight, sweet pea."
A large hand glides under her back that arches, feeling the grooves of vertebrae against his false fingertips up until the grasp the back of her neck to pull her into a harsh kiss.
Teeth clash together as his pace increases, lips parting but his forehead presses against hers and his hand keeps it's hold on her neck. "Want another one?"
"Please, please." She mewls as eyes flutter close at the sensation of another finger stretching her open. Not wasting any time, they leave only to come back and reach that spot in that makes her eyes roll back into her head and mouth open with silent screams.
The sounds coming from in between her legs are heavenly, the swishes of her juices that drips down her legs and Bucky's hands as he finger fucks her into the mat. "You are so good for me, look at you. So desperate honey, you wanna come?"
The silent reply earns a squeeze at the base of her neck and Buck clenches his teeth, "I said, do you want to come?"
Her pussy squeezes around his fingers with a wanton moan, "Yes, Buck! Wanna come!"
Head falling to the mat harshly as his fingers release their hold. Head feeling drowsy as tears sting and blur her vision, heat creeping up the base of her stomach as goose bumps erupt across her body. "Come for me honey, I want it."
All it takes is seven little words for his fingers to milk her orgasm through. Heart leaping inside her chest as his soft kisses and mixed with the snap of his fingers she feels something snap inside with white, searing hot pleasure that temporarily blinds her.
Bucky doesn't offer a warning, the sudden feeling of his heavy cock is a burning but pleasure able stretch that causes a shriek to rip through her swollen lips.
Bucky's eyes roll back into his head as her pussy pretty much sucks his cock up inch by inch. Two cold fingers tease the bundle of nerves and rub circular motions as he sinks every inch of his cock until he's nestled so deep she feels him in her stomach. The delicious burn makes her lightheaded, so full of him it's hard to form words. She curses under her breath but Bucky barely notices, eyes fixated on the filthy sight of him stuffed so deep inside her. Hips against hips as he tries to press the rest but the intrusion sends sparks up her spine. Bucky stills, eyes finding hers for one last time before testing the waters with a deep, sensational thrust.
The squeal that falls from her lips is one of pleasure and pain but straight up sinful and he groans on his own accord as her cunt cleches around his throbbing cock.
"Such a sweet pussy, baby. She's so thirsty for me."
Hips snap faster and faster and he can't look away from the sight of his cock disappearing and reappearing into her silky opening over and over again. The sounds that fill the room are mixes of Bucky and hers followed by the slapping skin and squelches of her leaking juices. Pleasure tingles up his spine every time he hits that spot that makes her vision blur and drool gather at the corner of her lips.
"That's it, sweet pea. Taking me so good." He smirks as her mouth falls open but no words or sound come through, "Fucking you dumb, huh?"
His thighs shake, covered in her slick as his whole body erupts with heat. Stomach studying with the familar feeling of incoming relief. With every push of his hips come deep, rough strokes that hit that spot that makes her stomach ache.
Bucky loves the sounds she makes, how she begs for more and more, his hips rolling into her pussy which drips between the pair. It smears against his abdomen, leaks down his and her thighs.
Back arching off the mat, pushing him deeper inside of her, if that's even possible. A hand rest against the small of her back giving him a better angle to continue to fuck her senseless. “Buck, oh, so fucking good!"
"Yeah, princess? Still hate me?"
Half crescent form from his nails digging into the flesh of her hip and sweats drips down his chest and forehead. "I'm so close!"
The whine has him groaning with relief feeling his own balls tighten at the words. "Bucky, I have to cum - fuck!"
"Where do you want it, sweetheart?" Buck visibly chokes as another wave of heat warms his belly.
"In me, want to feel you in me!" No doubt in her mind she's going to feel him for weeks.
“Come for me.” The orgasm hits her like a truck - clenching around him so hard that his hips sputter but he continues to drive his dock so deep inside of her that her legs begin to shake.
He hits a spot so deep and explodes, lining his thick ropes of cum into her pussy and stuffs her to the brink. There's so much as it drips from where the two are still connected but he doesn't dare move. Taking a few seconds to recover against the cushion of her chest with deep breathes.
Bucky rests on his elbows as fingers hook behind her neck to gently being her eyes to his own. Eyes so lovingly soak in every beautiful mark of her face as soft digits rub against her hairline as the mechanical arms holds her whole head in his palm. Gentle lips press against her own, a soft kiss that he pulls away with a smile. "I always thought you were beautiful."
His fingers move the hairs from her forehead to press a kiss to her still red cheek as she speaks, "I never hated you."
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thefanbasewhore · 16 hours ago
Yes queen, tell them 😭
We’re STILL waiting for stepdad bucky...
And I'm still waiting for that bank transfer to hit considering you want to act like my publisher.
I will write at my own pace. And these asks aren't going to encourage me, I can promise you that.
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thefanbasewhore · 19 hours ago
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Thank you 😩💞
i never hated you
Summary | You and Bucky never got along.
Content | 18+ content, minors DNI, P in V, enemies to lovers, NFSW.
Paring | Bucky Barnes x female reader
Side note | every time I write smut it flops, hopefully this will be the one 😩❤️ and also check out my other work!!
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"You're training with Buck." Steve doesn't bother to look her way knowing the moment he does it will be met with narrowed eyes. The look of annoyance forms creases against her forehead, arms crossing against her chest as a huff fills the distance between them.
"Steve, you can't -."
"No one else can train you. I have a mission, Nat is coming with me. Only you and Bucky will be here." Steve had taken her under his wing, teaching her everything he knows. If only his best friends weren't at each other's throats all the time.
"Well I don't want to."
"Suck it up sweetheart." The voice snarls behind her, both heads turn toward the direction of the door. Bucky crossed his arms across his chest, intimidating as ever as his eyes darken under his gaze. "It's not like I want to waste my time with you but here I am."
The way her lip curls up is annoying. His fingers dig into the large bulge of his bicep to suppress the urge to say something he knows Steve would only scowl him for.
Bucky was handsome to say the least, dark short hair with an equally short beard that peppers over the skin of his chiseled jaw. With a pair of striking blue eyes that anyone can be charmed by, not to mention the muscular build that even a nun would be able to look away from, too bad he's a jerk.
The two can't even remember how it started, this unspoken hatred but it's been going on for months now. While she's blames it on his jealously of Steve, he blames it on the fact that she's so whiny and always needs guidance.
"Enough." Steve's authoritative tone leaves very little room to disobey, seafoam blue eyes tightening are a warning enough. "Both of you will act like adults, like you are."
"Yeah, whatever." Bucky mumbles under his breath, head turning to convey the room to avoid her gaze but hers doesn't move. Greedy eyes meet the thick column of his neck, the belly muscle popping through and the sudden feeling to run her tongue across it makes her eyes widen.
"What are you looking at?" Bucky snarls.
"Nothing!" She hisses back, "Get over yourself."
"You're the one looking at me, honey." The nickname makes her visibly cringe, teeth gritting as she steps closer despite her cheeks burning hot with embrassment.
"Stop calling me that." The way he steps closer until their chest to chest is intimidating, towering height earning a smug look from Bucky.
"Buck, out." Steve huffs, fed up with them both. The next words mumbled under his breath, "Can't concentrate with you two acting like children."
The slam of the door causes her to jump, head snapping towards the direction except Bucky is long done but the lingering smell of fresh mint and chapped leather is promient.
***
"You're late." Bucky booms so loudly it seems to echo off the walls and causes her to hold a hand against her chest, breath hitching as she places her things down on the mat.
"I'm two minutes late, got your panties in a twist?" The words causing his lips to curl with distaste. "Let's just get this over with."
Before Bucky can even turns he feels a force of a body try to knock him onto his feet but he quickly turns, not paying much attention to his left hand until it comes it contact with her cheek.
It was hard enough to hurt and his face drops instantly, he watches as she cups her cheek and he can already see the angry, red mark forming there.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to -."
Two rather small hands aim for his head but he manages to dodge the fists but he doesn't expect the strong leg that comes from behind and sweeps him off his feet. Bucky reaches forward as he brings to fall towards the ground, big fingers curl around her shirt and pull until she tumbles on top of him with a huff.
His chest rises and falls under the scrutiny of her gaze. Parted thighs straddle his lap, a face full of hair as her hands flatten against his chest to push off the fall but he can't seem to keep his eyes trained, instead they fall to irregular rhythm her chest. Beads of sweat forming against skin and trails down and over collar bones and into the valley of her breasts and he can't seem to look away as they move with every breath.
Between her thighs radiates with warmth and it's his turn to stop breathing with the way her eye lids flutter at the sensation of his growing erection press against her clothed mound. The thick material of his tactical pants grinds against her puffy clit even through the clothes.
The moment her eyes open she's met with the intense electric blue eyes. His bottom lip is tucked between his pearly whites as an experimental hand presses against the small of her back. The size difference makes her head spin, the size of his hand as he pushes her forward on his lap to catch the swollen head of his clothed cock against her throbbing clit.
The mix of a moan and whine that fall from her lips makes his cock throb and she turns her head away with embarrassment but the hand that cups her chin and turns her back to the sultry gaze, "No, you sound so sweet."
The words makes her gasp or maybe it's the thumb that lays flat against her bottom lip and toys with the skin. Bucky doesn't dare move, just leans in excruciatingly slow, unsure eyes flickering from her own to her lips waiting for the words to stop him but they never come. The moment he's met with the soft, warm lips he melts.
Time felt like it almost stopped when his nose nudged her own, lips barely touching, they hover as he lets out a soft sigh, leaning closer until his eyelashes flutter against her own.
Every breath he takes smells like her. Purple and pink wild flowers and vanilla slips past his flaring nostrils as his lips form against her own. Both filled with fire, body tingling as he pulls her closer into his lap to give him a better angle to kiss her from.
He pulls away, it's just for a quick second to catch his breath but steals a small glance and his heart pounds. He wants to say how beautiful she looks, how warm she feels but he can't seem to form words so instead claims her lips again. It's heavy with emotions as the taste of sweet mint comes with his tongue parting her lips.
So caught up in the way his hand curls into her hair as she grinds her hips slowly, she doesn't feel the fingers that slip under the thin material of the shirt. Cool, false appendages press against the base of her belly as a small moan vibrates his chest as she shifts her weight against his aching hard on.
"You are so beautiful.." To be on the sweet, giving side of Bucky Barnes is almost breath taking. Time moves so much slower, it's hard to breath as he captures her lips again but not before his hand experimentally raises further and further up the soft skin of her stomach but stops right under her breasts. His eyes flicker up to her own, a silent question, he won't dare move another muscle until she nods. "Can I, sweet girl?"
The nickname makes her heart flutter. Since when did Bucky use nicknames like this and why did it make her skin so unbarebly hot?
"Yes." The words come out before she even has a chance to think about the consequences but the way his hands come down to cup handfuls of her breast she soon realizes she doesn't care.
His lips press against the shell of her ear, hot breath making it nearly impossible to focus on anything else except for the two fingers that tweak the peak of her nipple. Her mouth falls open with a gasp and Bucky smiles against the skin of her neck as smooth kisses trail. Open mouth and wet kisses cause her to shudder, a tongue peaks out to taste the salty skin.
"Bucky." She moans his name so sweetly that he can't help but groan. He pulls away and the only audible sounds is the whirling and clicking of mechanical plates as he cups her cheek.
"You are.. driving me crazy." He admits, "I gotta have you, please."
He asks like she could ever deny him, she nods against his palm and finger reach out to unloop his belt but a thumb that presses into her chin stops the movements. "Are you sure?"
"Want you." She mewls and this time encloses the line between their lips and invades his mouth once again to taste the fresh mint.
Once opened, her fingers dip past the waist band of his boxers and skillfully wrap around the base of his cock. He huffs against her lips, hand wrapping around her wrist as she tests the waters and gives it a small squeeze.
With an experimental movement of her wrist Bucky hisses, heavy eyelashes flutter against her cheek. His hips lift from their position on the ground to thrust for more and just like that he's putty in her hands.
"You don't have to -."
He couldn't even finish his sentence if he wanted too. Met with the filty site of her pulling away only to spit on her hand and tugging the hem of his boxers dangerously low on his hips until his cock is freed and curves against his abdomen.
Slowly her hand slides down the length of Bucky, and up, then down again until beads of pre-cum mix with her salvia to create wet, fithy sounds.
"That's it." Bucky plops from his position on his elbows to flat against the floor, eyes fluttering close as split starts to slide down his lower abdomen and balls, but her torment doesn't end there.
Soft fingers cup the sac with a delicate but meaningful touch. "God, honey."
The pet name makes her blush but it goes unseen to Bucky as he whines. Her head bobs lower and his head shoots up with confusion and only to watch her lips pucker and a long string of spit cover the head of his cock.
The self made lubricant squelshes with every quick motion. Bucky's finger tips curl into the foam mat underneath them, his hips tuting into the air to meet the rhythm of her hand.
"Sweetheart." He calls so beautifully, eyes pinching with pleasure. "So good but god, stop."
She's determined as ever and Bucky's throat runs dry, belly growing with warmth as a wave of heat makes his head grow hot and his body buzz with anticipation. He weakly lifts his head to only be met with her sparkling eyes, a ball of pleasure grows in his throat as he mumbles, "You are so fucking sexy."
Flesh fingers wrap around her wrist and hult any more movements. Lips find her own as she falls into the mat, back hitting the foam with a small gasp but Bucky's mouth catches it. His fingers run slowly along the hem of her yoga pants as his lips his the corner of hers, "Are you going to let me see that pretty pussy, sweet pea?"
"Yes, please, touch me." The words are sweet, beautiful music to his ears as two fingers prod against her chin. Her mouth opens instantly at the intrusion as the digits press against her tongue. Lips close down on them, swirling and licking until Bucky seemed satisfied with the slickness of them.
A vibranium arm pulls at the waist band of her pants and forces them down, Bucky decides not to comment on that fact she hadn't worn any underwear. Her arousal smears across her thighs, so much so that Bucky can practically smell it.
Those two digits wet her stomach as they trail down to her already soaked entrance. The tips kiss the opening of her pussy and it's impossible to fight against grinding down on them. Those thick, warm fingers spread along the hood of her cunt, teasingly until they press against the swollen clit and her hips jolt off the mat.
"Buck -." One finger slips into her sopping hole and she whines at the intrusion.
"Oh, baby." Bucky clicks his tongue with a smirk, blue eyes darkening as he speaks, "So tight, sweet pea."
A large hand glides under her back that arches, feeling the grooves of vertebrae against his false fingertips up until the grasp the back of her neck to pull her into a harsh kiss.
Teeth clash together as his pace increases, lips parting but his forehead presses against hers and his hand keeps it's hold on her neck. "Want another one?"
"Please, please." She mewls as eyes flutter close at the sensation of another finger stretching her open. Not wasting any time, they leave only to come back and reach that spot in that makes her eyes roll back into her head and mouth open with silent screams.
The sounds coming from in between her legs are heavenly, the swishes of her juices that drips down her legs and Bucky's hands as he finger fucks her into the mat. "You are so good for me, look at you. So desperate honey, you wanna come?"
The silent reply earns a squeeze at the base of her neck and Buck clenches his teeth, "I said, do you want to come?"
Her pussy squeezes around his fingers with a wanton moan, "Yes, Buck! Wanna come!"
Head falling to the mat harshly as his fingers release their hold. Head feeling drowsy as tears sting and blur her vision, heat creeping up the base of her stomach as goose bumps erupt across her body. "Come for me honey, I want it."
All it takes is seven little words for his fingers to milk her orgasm through. Heart leaping inside her chest as his soft kisses and mixed with the snap of his fingers she feels something snap inside with white, searing hot pleasure that temporarily blinds her.
Bucky doesn't offer a warning, the sudden feeling of his heavy cock is a burning but pleasure able stretch that causes a shriek to rip through her swollen lips.
Bucky's eyes roll back into his head as her pussy pretty much sucks his cock up inch by inch. Two cold fingers tease the bundle of nerves and rub circular motions as he sinks every inch of his cock until he's nestled so deep she feels him in her stomach. The delicious burn makes her lightheaded, so full of him it's hard to form words. She curses under her breath but Bucky barely notices, eyes fixated on the filthy sight of him stuffed so deep inside her. Hips against hips as he tries to press the rest but the intrusion sends sparks up her spine. Bucky stills, eyes finding hers for one last time before testing the waters with a deep, sensational thrust.
The squeal that falls from her lips is one of pleasure and pain but straight up sinful and he groans on his own accord as her cunt cleches around his throbbing cock.
"Such a sweet pussy, baby. She's so thirsty for me."
Hips snap faster and faster and he can't look away from the sight of his cock disappearing and reappearing into her silky opening over and over again. The sounds that fill the room are mixes of Bucky and hers followed by the slapping skin and squelches of her leaking juices. Pleasure tingles up his spine every time he hits that spot that makes her vision blur and drool gather at the corner of her lips.
"That's it, sweet pea. Taking me so good." He smirks as her mouth falls open but no words or sound come through, "Fucking you dumb, huh?"
His thighs shake, covered in her slick as his whole body erupts with heat. Stomach studying with the familar feeling of incoming relief. With every push of his hips come deep, rough strokes that hit that spot that makes her stomach ache.
Bucky loves the sounds she makes, how she begs for more and more, his hips rolling into her pussy which drips between the pair. It smears against his abdomen, leaks down his and her thighs.
Back arching off the mat, pushing him deeper inside of her, if that's even possible. A hand rest against the small of her back giving him a better angle to continue to fuck her senseless. “Buck, oh, so fucking good!"
"Yeah, princess? Still hate me?"
Half crescent form from his nails digging into the flesh of her hip and sweats drips down his chest and forehead. "I'm so close!"
The whine has him groaning with relief feeling his own balls tighten at the words. "Bucky, I have to cum - fuck!"
"Where do you want it, sweetheart?" Buck visibly chokes as another wave of heat warms his belly.
"In me, want to feel you in me!" No doubt in her mind she's going to feel him for weeks.
“Come for me.” The orgasm hits her like a truck - clenching around him so hard that his hips sputter but he continues to drive his dock so deep inside of her that her legs begin to shake.
He hits a spot so deep and explodes, lining his thick ropes of cum into her pussy and stuffs her to the brink. There's so much as it drips from where the two are still connected but he doesn't dare move. Taking a few seconds to recover against the cushion of her chest with deep breathes.
Bucky rests on his elbows as fingers hook behind her neck to gently being her eyes to his own. Eyes so lovingly soak in every beautiful mark of her face as soft digits rub against her hairline as the mechanical arms holds her whole head in his palm. Gentle lips press against her own, a soft kiss that he pulls away with a smile. "I always thought you were beautiful."
His fingers move the hairs from her forehead to press a kiss to her still red cheek as she speaks, "I never hated you."
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thefanbasewhore · 19 hours ago
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🥰🥰🥰🥰
i never hated you
Summary | You and Bucky never got along.
Content | 18+ content, minors DNI, P in V, enemies to lovers, NFSW.
Paring | Bucky Barnes x female reader
Side note | every time I write smut it flops, hopefully this will be the one 😩❤️ and also check out my other work!!
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"You're training with Buck." Steve doesn't bother to look her way knowing the moment he does it will be met with narrowed eyes. The look of annoyance forms creases against her forehead, arms crossing against her chest as a huff fills the distance between them.
"Steve, you can't -."
"No one else can train you. I have a mission, Nat is coming with me. Only you and Bucky will be here." Steve had taken her under his wing, teaching her everything he knows. If only his best friends weren't at each other's throats all the time.
"Well I don't want to."
"Suck it up sweetheart." The voice snarls behind her, both heads turn toward the direction of the door. Bucky crossed his arms across his chest, intimidating as ever as his eyes darken under his gaze. "It's not like I want to waste my time with you but here I am."
The way her lip curls up is annoying. His fingers dig into the large bulge of his bicep to suppress the urge to say something he knows Steve would only scowl him for.
Bucky was handsome to say the least, dark short hair with an equally short beard that peppers over the skin of his chiseled jaw. With a pair of striking blue eyes that anyone can be charmed by, not to mention the muscular build that even a nun would be able to look away from, too bad he's a jerk.
The two can't even remember how it started, this unspoken hatred but it's been going on for months now. While she's blames it on his jealously of Steve, he blames it on the fact that she's so whiny and always needs guidance.
"Enough." Steve's authoritative tone leaves very little room to disobey, seafoam blue eyes tightening are a warning enough. "Both of you will act like adults, like you are."
"Yeah, whatever." Bucky mumbles under his breath, head turning to convey the room to avoid her gaze but hers doesn't move. Greedy eyes meet the thick column of his neck, the belly muscle popping through and the sudden feeling to run her tongue across it makes her eyes widen.
"What are you looking at?" Bucky snarls.
"Nothing!" She hisses back, "Get over yourself."
"You're the one looking at me, honey." The nickname makes her visibly cringe, teeth gritting as she steps closer despite her cheeks burning hot with embrassment.
"Stop calling me that." The way he steps closer until their chest to chest is intimidating, towering height earning a smug look from Bucky.
"Buck, out." Steve huffs, fed up with them both. The next words mumbled under his breath, "Can't concentrate with you two acting like children."
The slam of the door causes her to jump, head snapping towards the direction except Bucky is long done but the lingering smell of fresh mint and chapped leather is promient.
***
"You're late." Bucky booms so loudly it seems to echo off the walls and causes her to hold a hand against her chest, breath hitching as she places her things down on the mat.
"I'm two minutes late, got your panties in a twist?" The words causing his lips to curl with distaste. "Let's just get this over with."
Before Bucky can even turns he feels a force of a body try to knock him onto his feet but he quickly turns, not paying much attention to his left hand until it comes it contact with her cheek.
It was hard enough to hurt and his face drops instantly, he watches as she cups her cheek and he can already see the angry, red mark forming there.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to -."
Two rather small hands aim for his head but he manages to dodge the fists but he doesn't expect the strong leg that comes from behind and sweeps him off his feet. Bucky reaches forward as he brings to fall towards the ground, big fingers curl around her shirt and pull until she tumbles on top of him with a huff.
His chest rises and falls under the scrutiny of her gaze. Parted thighs straddle his lap, a face full of hair as her hands flatten against his chest to push off the fall but he can't seem to keep his eyes trained, instead they fall to irregular rhythm her chest. Beads of sweat forming against skin and trails down and over collar bones and into the valley of her breasts and he can't seem to look away as they move with every breath.
Between her thighs radiates with warmth and it's his turn to stop breathing with the way her eye lids flutter at the sensation of his growing erection press against her clothed mound. The thick material of his tactical pants grinds against her puffy clit even through the clothes.
The moment her eyes open she's met with the intense electric blue eyes. His bottom lip is tucked between his pearly whites as an experimental hand presses against the small of her back. The size difference makes her head spin, the size of his hand as he pushes her forward on his lap to catch the swollen head of his clothed cock against her throbbing clit.
The mix of a moan and whine that fall from her lips makes his cock throb and she turns her head away with embarrassment but the hand that cups her chin and turns her back to the sultry gaze, "No, you sound so sweet."
The words makes her gasp or maybe it's the thumb that lays flat against her bottom lip and toys with the skin. Bucky doesn't dare move, just leans in excruciatingly slow, unsure eyes flickering from her own to her lips waiting for the words to stop him but they never come. The moment he's met with the soft, warm lips he melts.
Time felt like it almost stopped when his nose nudged her own, lips barely touching, they hover as he lets out a soft sigh, leaning closer until his eyelashes flutter against her own.
Every breath he takes smells like her. Purple and pink wild flowers and vanilla slips past his flaring nostrils as his lips form against her own. Both filled with fire, body tingling as he pulls her closer into his lap to give him a better angle to kiss her from.
He pulls away, it's just for a quick second to catch his breath but steals a small glance and his heart pounds. He wants to say how beautiful she looks, how warm she feels but he can't seem to form words so instead claims her lips again. It's heavy with emotions as the taste of sweet mint comes with his tongue parting her lips.
So caught up in the way his hand curls into her hair as she grinds her hips slowly, she doesn't feel the fingers that slip under the thin material of the shirt. Cool, false appendages press against the base of her belly as a small moan vibrates his chest as she shifts her weight against his aching hard on.
"You are so beautiful.." To be on the sweet, giving side of Bucky Barnes is almost breath taking. Time moves so much slower, it's hard to breath as he captures her lips again but not before his hand experimentally raises further and further up the soft skin of her stomach but stops right under her breasts. His eyes flicker up to her own, a silent question, he won't dare move another muscle until she nods. "Can I, sweet girl?"
The nickname makes her heart flutter. Since when did Bucky use nicknames like this and why did it make her skin so unbarebly hot?
"Yes." The words come out before she even has a chance to think about the consequences but the way his hands come down to cup handfuls of her breast she soon realizes she doesn't care.
His lips press against the shell of her ear, hot breath making it nearly impossible to focus on anything else except for the two fingers that tweak the peak of her nipple. Her mouth falls open with a gasp and Bucky smiles against the skin of her neck as smooth kisses trail. Open mouth and wet kisses cause her to shudder, a tongue peaks out to taste the salty skin.
"Bucky." She moans his name so sweetly that he can't help but groan. He pulls away and the only audible sounds is the whirling and clicking of mechanical plates as he cups her cheek.
"You are.. driving me crazy." He admits, "I gotta have you, please."
He asks like she could ever deny him, she nods against his palm and finger reach out to unloop his belt but a thumb that presses into her chin stops the movements. "Are you sure?"
"Want you." She mewls and this time encloses the line between their lips and invades his mouth once again to taste the fresh mint.
Once opened, her fingers dip past the waist band of his boxers and skillfully wrap around the base of his cock. He huffs against her lips, hand wrapping around her wrist as she tests the waters and gives it a small squeeze.
With an experimental movement of her wrist Bucky hisses, heavy eyelashes flutter against her cheek. His hips lift from their position on the ground to thrust for more and just like that he's putty in her hands.
"You don't have to -."
He couldn't even finish his sentence if he wanted too. Met with the filty site of her pulling away only to spit on her hand and tugging the hem of his boxers dangerously low on his hips until his cock is freed and curves against his abdomen.
Slowly her hand slides down the length of Bucky, and up, then down again until beads of pre-cum mix with her salvia to create wet, fithy sounds.
"That's it." Bucky plops from his position on his elbows to flat against the floor, eyes fluttering close as split starts to slide down his lower abdomen and balls, but her torment doesn't end there.
Soft fingers cup the sac with a delicate but meaningful touch. "God, honey."
The pet name makes her blush but it goes unseen to Bucky as he whines. Her head bobs lower and his head shoots up with confusion and only to watch her lips pucker and a long string of spit cover the head of his cock.
The self made lubricant squelshes with every quick motion. Bucky's finger tips curl into the foam mat underneath them, his hips tuting into the air to meet the rhythm of her hand.
"Sweetheart." He calls so beautifully, eyes pinching with pleasure. "So good but god, stop."
She's determined as ever and Bucky's throat runs dry, belly growing with warmth as a wave of heat makes his head grow hot and his body buzz with anticipation. He weakly lifts his head to only be met with her sparkling eyes, a ball of pleasure grows in his throat as he mumbles, "You are so fucking sexy."
Flesh fingers wrap around her wrist and hult any more movements. Lips find her own as she falls into the mat, back hitting the foam with a small gasp but Bucky's mouth catches it. His fingers run slowly along the hem of her yoga pants as his lips his the corner of hers, "Are you going to let me see that pretty pussy, sweet pea?"
"Yes, please, touch me." The words are sweet, beautiful music to his ears as two fingers prod against her chin. Her mouth opens instantly at the intrusion as the digits press against her tongue. Lips close down on them, swirling and licking until Bucky seemed satisfied with the slickness of them.
A vibranium arm pulls at the waist band of her pants and forces them down, Bucky decides not to comment on that fact she hadn't worn any underwear. Her arousal smears across her thighs, so much so that Bucky can practically smell it.
Those two digits wet her stomach as they trail down to her already soaked entrance. The tips kiss the opening of her pussy and it's impossible to fight against grinding down on them. Those thick, warm fingers spread along the hood of her cunt, teasingly until they press against the swollen clit and her hips jolt off the mat.
"Buck -." One finger slips into her sopping hole and she whines at the intrusion.
"Oh, baby." Bucky clicks his tongue with a smirk, blue eyes darkening as he speaks, "So tight, sweet pea."
A large hand glides under her back that arches, feeling the grooves of vertebrae against his false fingertips up until the grasp the back of her neck to pull her into a harsh kiss.
Teeth clash together as his pace increases, lips parting but his forehead presses against hers and his hand keeps it's hold on her neck. "Want another one?"
"Please, please." She mewls as eyes flutter close at the sensation of another finger stretching her open. Not wasting any time, they leave only to come back and reach that spot in that makes her eyes roll back into her head and mouth open with silent screams.
The sounds coming from in between her legs are heavenly, the swishes of her juices that drips down her legs and Bucky's hands as he finger fucks her into the mat. "You are so good for me, look at you. So desperate honey, you wanna come?"
The silent reply earns a squeeze at the base of her neck and Buck clenches his teeth, "I said, do you want to come?"
Her pussy squeezes around his fingers with a wanton moan, "Yes, Buck! Wanna come!"
Head falling to the mat harshly as his fingers release their hold. Head feeling drowsy as tears sting and blur her vision, heat creeping up the base of her stomach as goose bumps erupt across her body. "Come for me honey, I want it."
All it takes is seven little words for his fingers to milk her orgasm through. Heart leaping inside her chest as his soft kisses and mixed with the snap of his fingers she feels something snap inside with white, searing hot pleasure that temporarily blinds her.
Bucky doesn't offer a warning, the sudden feeling of his heavy cock is a burning but pleasure able stretch that causes a shriek to rip through her swollen lips.
Bucky's eyes roll back into his head as her pussy pretty much sucks his cock up inch by inch. Two cold fingers tease the bundle of nerves and rub circular motions as he sinks every inch of his cock until he's nestled so deep she feels him in her stomach. The delicious burn makes her lightheaded, so full of him it's hard to form words. She curses under her breath but Bucky barely notices, eyes fixated on the filthy sight of him stuffed so deep inside her. Hips against hips as he tries to press the rest but the intrusion sends sparks up her spine. Bucky stills, eyes finding hers for one last time before testing the waters with a deep, sensational thrust.
The squeal that falls from her lips is one of pleasure and pain but straight up sinful and he groans on his own accord as her cunt cleches around his throbbing cock.
"Such a sweet pussy, baby. She's so thirsty for me."
Hips snap faster and faster and he can't look away from the sight of his cock disappearing and reappearing into her silky opening over and over again. The sounds that fill the room are mixes of Bucky and hers followed by the slapping skin and squelches of her leaking juices. Pleasure tingles up his spine every time he hits that spot that makes her vision blur and drool gather at the corner of her lips.
"That's it, sweet pea. Taking me so good." He smirks as her mouth falls open but no words or sound come through, "Fucking you dumb, huh?"
His thighs shake, covered in her slick as his whole body erupts with heat. Stomach studying with the familar feeling of incoming relief. With every push of his hips come deep, rough strokes that hit that spot that makes her stomach ache.
Bucky loves the sounds she makes, how she begs for more and more, his hips rolling into her pussy which drips between the pair. It smears against his abdomen, leaks down his and her thighs.
Back arching off the mat, pushing him deeper inside of her, if that's even possible. A hand rest against the small of her back giving him a better angle to continue to fuck her senseless. “Buck, oh, so fucking good!"
"Yeah, princess? Still hate me?"
Half crescent form from his nails digging into the flesh of her hip and sweats drips down his chest and forehead. "I'm so close!"
The whine has him groaning with relief feeling his own balls tighten at the words. "Bucky, I have to cum - fuck!"
"Where do you want it, sweetheart?" Buck visibly chokes as another wave of heat warms his belly.
"In me, want to feel you in me!" No doubt in her mind she's going to feel him for weeks.
“Come for me.” The orgasm hits her like a truck - clenching around him so hard that his hips sputter but he continues to drive his dock so deep inside of her that her legs begin to shake.
He hits a spot so deep and explodes, lining his thick ropes of cum into her pussy and stuffs her to the brink. There's so much as it drips from where the two are still connected but he doesn't dare move. Taking a few seconds to recover against the cushion of her chest with deep breathes.
Bucky rests on his elbows as fingers hook behind her neck to gently being her eyes to his own. Eyes so lovingly soak in every beautiful mark of her face as soft digits rub against her hairline as the mechanical arms holds her whole head in his palm. Gentle lips press against her own, a soft kiss that he pulls away with a smile. "I always thought you were beautiful."
His fingers move the hairs from her forehead to press a kiss to her still red cheek as she speaks, "I never hated you."
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thefanbasewhore · 19 hours ago
Ahhhhh yes please on Steve x Reader!!! An idea/request if you’re interested: I imagine that Steve is like this awkward bean, but like super jealous and possessive under the surface. What if he sees some random shield agent flirting with you and getting a little too close for his liking? Like the agent knows your caps girl but he doesn’t think he’ll do anything about it 😈
summary | a new agent makes Cap's girl uncomfortable and he of course has to step in.
content | jealous Steve, creepy agent guy.
paring | Bucky Barnes x female reader
Not only jealous but respectful 😩
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She doesn't miss the way his eyes flicker and darken once she meets the dangerous gaze - darkening as his hand reaches over to rub his beard.
The agent leans a little closer, But whatever he is saying goes to deaf ears. She can't seem to look away as her boyfriend tilts his head, his own little way of saying, "You good?"
Despite just wanting to be left alone she nods but the agent seems to notice the distracted gaze and turns to meet the eyes of Captain America himself. Steve's fingers twitch at the way the young agents lips form a smirk but the moment he leans closer, fingers twirl a piece of her noose hair and lips practically touch the skin of her neck to whisper something he shoot from his seat.
Strong fingers curl around the collar of the agents shirt as Steve uses just his height to his advantage to lift him off his toes and shove him harshly against the wall.
The agents hands shoot up in defense, "Woah, Rogers, chill man, I was just -."
"It's captain to you." Steve's eyes swirl with possessiveness, searing into the man's head as he tugs on the collar again. It's not enough to stop the breathing but delay it for sure as he gasps for air.
"Steve." It's a small beg as her hands wrap around his forearm and catches the gazes of their fellow agents. "It's okay, let him go."
Intense eyes meet her own, tugging his bottom lip between two sets of perfect teeth. Usually obedient but he shakes his head.
"You did it on purpose. You know she's my girl."
"I didn't think -." Once against the big hand tightens the collar and the agent chokes. Now it's Steve's turn to lean in close, hot breath fanning the younger male's ear.
"You ever come close to my girl like this again, it's gonna be worse then this. She's was clearly uncomfortable. You're going to apologize, understand?"
He nods profusely and falls to the floor as Steve let's go of the hold. The man mumbles so quickly it's barely audible, "I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable ma'am."
Just like that he's gone and Steve's left to face his girl, arms crossed her chest and eyes narrowing.
"Don't give me that look, honey." Steve's finger curls to touch her chin and tuck a loose strand behind her ear. "I saw your face, you were uncomfortable."
"No one is going to talk to me if they know you're like this!"
Steve takes a step towards her, hand curling across the surface of her lower back. "So be it. I see any punk here touch you like that again, especially seeing you were so uncomfortable, I'll teach them how to treat a lady."
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thefanbasewhore · 22 hours ago
🌸 send this to ten bloggers you think are wonderful! Keep the game going. 🌸
Thank you angel ❤️🥰
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— 𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑙𝑓𝑠, 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦; ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦'𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖-𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟! ✨
father's day sucks and father's as a whole suck. lets take back the sadness that this day brings many of us and turn it into something more enjoyable -- dilfs! starting NOW and continuing throughout the whole day tomorrow, this sleepover is the perfect time to express your thirst and desires for all things dilf ♡
˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ the following activities will ensue....
spicy activities:
♡ best friend's dad, headcanons for a character of your choosing
♡ single dad headcanons for a character of your choosing
♡ stepdad headcanons for a character of your choosing
♡ dilf!character of your choosing and what you think their kinks would be
♡ would you rather - dilf edition; send some romantic, spicy, or even taboo scenarios involving your favorite dilf and make me choose!
soft activities:
♡ dd/lg stuff - send some headcanons for daddydom!character of your choosing
♡ how would the character of your choosing be as a dad? send in some cute dad!character fluff!
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let the festivities begin! 💫💞
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thefanbasewhore · a day ago
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I wanna redo my theme and masterlist but lack creativity 😩 anyone have any cool ideas?
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thefanbasewhore · a day ago
Happy father's day to dilf Bucky and steve 🤣
Amen to that sister 😭
I wish my dilf Bucky fic was almost ready, I'm like half way through but it's so fluffy and smutty I'm excited to post it (hopefully soon) ☺️☺️
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thefanbasewhore · a day ago
You seem like a lovely person.
Thank you for going out of your way and sending me this 💞🥺
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thefanbasewhore · a day ago
Anon hate confuses the fuck out of me like they really took the time, huh😂
Right?
It's been going on since yesterday. They really took the time to look at my blog again, see my reply and then send another one.
Goofy to me idk 🤷🏻‍♀️
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thefanbasewhore · a day ago
I'm happy to contribute to the cause 😩 thank you for reblogging and commenting, I appreciate your feedback so much, my love 💞💞
Can we have some dad Bucky ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
My dear anon, your wish is my command 🥰
"Goodnight my loves."
Summary | mommy and daddy time gets interrupted.
Content | 18+, minors DNI, suggestive. Fluff.
Paring | Bucky Barnes x female reader
Accepting blurb requests for the next few weeks due to clinal and very little time to write - requests are open.
Bucky Barnes master list - check out some of my other work!
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Warm lips against your throat cause you to stir, eyes fluttering as the bed dips under the weight of another body. Hot air fans the shell of your ear as large, strong arms pull you against them.
The light causes you to wince, an audible groan following your movements to bury your face into the pillow and push at the solid chest. "Turn it off!"
Bucky chuckles against your neck, laying his claim against the skin. It sends shivers down your spine as his tongue slips past lips to taste the saltiness of your skin, sucking softly, "Missed you, pretty girl."
The only thing you can decipher through blurry eyes are the dark circles and red eyes that weigh down his face. He looks exhausted, hell bent on curling up next to you and passing out but the image of you sprawled across the bed in that tiny nighty, pert ass in the air drained any senseable thought from his brain.
"You're all I could think about." A cool hand whirls and clicks as a false palm rests against the globe of your ass, squeezing gently.
The movement surprised you, mouth opening to leave the perfect opportunity for his tongue to slip inside and moan at the feeling of having you so close again.
He spreads your legs, the heat between them makes his skin hot, dizzy with arousal. Drunk on you, the way you moan his name so softly and kiss back with a firey but sleepy way. He doesn't waste any time instead his torso splits your legs completely and lays on top of you, flesh hand pawing at your breast while the mechanical one holds him from crushing you.
His tongue is against your own - your lips - the skin of your cheek and neck, anything he can get his greedy mouth on. Finger's fumble with the lace band of your panties as chase kisses trail from your collarbones to down the valley of your breasts. He pulls the spaghetti string nighty down and over your breast with a groan.
Mouth finding your nipple and sucking harshly. The thick, hard line of his aching erection is heavy against your thigh, throbbing to feel you. "So fucking beautiful.."
Bucky doesn't give you a moment to reply instead pulls his boxers past his hips, and your panties to the side. The beautiful, Bulbas head kisses your pussy, so fucking close as he smirks against your cheek before whispering. "Let's make another one, yeah?"
There's no denying this man, you nod and press harsh lips against his own. "Yes, yes, fill me up. Want to make you a daddy again."
As soon as he pushes against you the door creaks and you both pause, wide eyed and not a breath to be heard.
"Shit, shit." Bucky mumbles and fumbles with his pants pulling them up and over his hips. His hand pull your top back up allowing you to also cover yourself with the blanket.
The toddler is still rubbing his eyes with puffy cheeks, a small yawn blotching his skin. A book, almost bigger then the child himself is dragged along the floor by one, singular page.
"What's wrong bub?" The smile that fills those cheeks is absolutely priceless. The small boy squeals at the sound of his father's voice as he waddles over but of course his book following suit.
Liam holds the book up first, wide eyed with a smile that reaches his eyes. Eyes adoring the site of his father after so long. Bucky reaches for the book and handing it to you before slipping his hands under the grappy hands.
"I missed you, daddy." Small hands press against his neck as Bucky feels a small nose nuzzle into the skin of his neck.
"I missed you, buddy. Did you have fun with mommy this week?" The crystal blue eyes that resemble his father's find your own, small dimples forming against the skin of his cheeks with a nod.
"Hi baby," You smile, hand reaching out to run the crown of his head with a thumb, "Why are you awake, Mr?"
Liam holds the book up with a pout as Bucky pulls the toddler closer and presses a kiss to his forehead, "You want to read a story, buddy?"
As time passes with silly voices and faces you can't help but feel grateful. To have a beautiful life, a wonderful husband and son. Giving Bucky a family to love was easier then anything you've ever done on your life.
From the way his voice changes from character to character dropping an oculate as Liam giggles against his neck to the way he looks up to you with a beaming smile.
Once the book is closed and Liam is sucking his thumb, nuzzled away into sleep against his right shoulder with fanning, hot breath, he meets your gaze.
Except it isn't there, the low light of the room smooths over your features, hair cascading across your shoulders with fluttering eyes. Slow, meaningful breaths pressing against his side and he smiles shly to himself.
His family, his forever.
Bucky's lips press against the brunette strands of his son's hair before crossing over to your forehead. "Goodnight, my loves."
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thefanbasewhore · a day ago
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Thank you my angel ❤️❤️ you are so freaking sweet 💕
Almost at 2k I cant wait to share my writing challenge 🥰
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thefanbasewhore · a day ago
Everyone sticking up for you doesn't mean you're a good writer, they are being nice
Girl bye 👋 I literally can care less 🤷🏻‍♀️
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thefanbasewhore · a day ago
Can we have some dad Bucky ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
My dear anon, your wish is my command 🥰
"Goodnight my loves."
Summary | mommy and daddy time gets interrupted.
Content | 18+, minors DNI, suggestive. Fluff.
Paring | Bucky Barnes x female reader
Accepting blurb requests for the next few weeks due to clinal and very little time to write - requests are open.
Bucky Barnes master list - check out some of my other work!
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Warm lips against your throat cause you to stir, eyes fluttering as the bed dips under the weight of another body. Hot air fans the shell of your ear as large, strong arms pull you against them.
The light causes you to wince, an audible groan following your movements to bury your face into the pillow and push at the solid chest. "Turn it off!"
Bucky chuckles against your neck, laying his claim against the skin. It sends shivers down your spine as his tongue slips past lips to taste the saltiness of your skin, sucking softly, "Missed you, pretty girl."
The only thing you can decipher through blurry eyes are the dark circles and red eyes that weigh down his face. He looks exhausted, hell bent on curling up next to you and passing out but the image of you sprawled across the bed in that tiny nighty, pert ass in the air drained any senseable thought from his brain.
"You're all I could think about." A cool hand whirls and clicks as a false palm rests against the globe of your ass, squeezing gently.
The movement surprised you, mouth opening to leave the perfect opportunity for his tongue to slip inside and moan at the feeling of having you so close again.
He spreads your legs, the heat between them makes his skin hot, dizzy with arousal. Drunk on you, the way you moan his name so softly and kiss back with a firey but sleepy way. He doesn't waste any time instead his torso splits your legs completely and lays on top of you, flesh hand pawing at your breast while the mechanical one holds him from crushing you.
His tongue is against your own - your lips - the skin of your cheek and neck, anything he can get his greedy mouth on. Finger's fumble with the lace band of your panties as chase kisses trail from your collarbones to down the valley of your breasts. He pulls the spaghetti string nighty down and over your breast with a groan.
Mouth finding your nipple and sucking harshly. The thick, hard line of his aching erection is heavy against your thigh, throbbing to feel you. "So fucking beautiful.."
Bucky doesn't give you a moment to reply instead pulls his boxers past his hips, and your panties to the side. The beautiful, Bulbas head kisses your pussy, so fucking close as he smirks against your cheek before whispering. "Let's make another one, yeah?"
There's no denying this man, you nod and press harsh lips against his own. "Yes, yes, fill me up. Want to make you a daddy again."
As soon as he pushes against you the door creaks and you both pause, wide eyed and not a breath to be heard.
"Shit, shit." Bucky mumbles and fumbles with his pants pulling them up and over his hips. His hand pull your top back up allowing you to also cover yourself with the blanket.
The toddler is still rubbing his eyes with puffy cheeks, a small yawn blotching his skin. A book, almost bigger then the child himself is dragged along the floor by one, singular page.
"What's wrong bub?" The smile that fills those cheeks is absolutely priceless. The small boy squeals at the sound of his father's voice as he waddles over but of course his book following suit.
Liam holds the book up first, wide eyed with a smile that reaches his eyes. Eyes adoring the site of his father after so long. Bucky reaches for the book and handing it to you before slipping his hands under the grappy hands.
"I missed you, daddy." Small hands press against his neck as Bucky feels a small nose nuzzle into the skin of his neck.
"I missed you, buddy. Did you have fun with mommy this week?" The crystal blue eyes that resemble his father's find your own, small dimples forming against the skin of his cheeks with a nod.
"Hi baby," You smile, hand reaching out to run the crown of his head with a thumb, "Why are you awake, Mr?"
Liam holds the book up with a pout as Bucky pulls the toddler closer and presses a kiss to his forehead, "You want to read a story, buddy?"
As time passes with silly voices and faces you can't help but feel grateful. To have a beautiful life, a wonderful husband and son. Giving Bucky a family to love was easier then anything you've ever done on your life.
From the way his voice changes from character to character dropping an oculate as Liam giggles against his neck to the way he looks up to you with a beaming smile.
Once the book is closed and Liam is sucking his thumb, nuzzled away into sleep against his right shoulder with fanning, hot breath, he meets your gaze.
Except it isn't there, the low light of the room smooths over your features, hair cascading across your shoulders with fluttering eyes. Slow, meaningful breaths pressing against his side and he smiles shly to himself.
His family, his forever.
Bucky's lips press against the brunette strands of his son's hair before crossing over to your forehead. "Goodnight, my loves."
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i never hated you
Summary | You and Bucky never got along.
Content | 18+ content, minors DNI, P in V, enemies to lovers, NFSW.
Paring | Bucky Barnes x female reader
Side note | every time I write smut it flops, hopefully this will be the one 😩❤️ and also check out my other work!!
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"You're training with Buck." Steve doesn't bother to look her way knowing the moment he does it will be met with narrowed eyes. The look of annoyance forms creases against her forehead, arms crossing against her chest as a huff fills the distance between them.
"Steve, you can't -."
"No one else can train you. I have a mission, Nat is coming with me. Only you and Bucky will be here." Steve had taken her under his wing, teaching her everything he knows. If only his best friends weren't at each other's throats all the time.
"Well I don't want to."
"Suck it up sweetheart." The voice snarls behind her, both heads turn toward the direction of the door. Bucky crossed his arms across his chest, intimidating as ever as his eyes darken under his gaze. "It's not like I want to waste my time with you but here I am."
The way her lip curls up is annoying. His fingers dig into the large bulge of his bicep to suppress the urge to say something he knows Steve would only scowl him for.
Bucky was handsome to say the least, dark short hair with an equally short beard that peppers over the skin of his chiseled jaw. With a pair of striking blue eyes that anyone can be charmed by, not to mention the muscular build that even a nun would be able to look away from, too bad he's a jerk.
The two can't even remember how it started, this unspoken hatred but it's been going on for months now. While she's blames it on his jealously of Steve, he blames it on the fact that she's so whiny and always needs guidance.
"Enough." Steve's authoritative tone leaves very little room to disobey, seafoam blue eyes tightening are a warning enough. "Both of you will act like adults, like you are."
"Yeah, whatever." Bucky mumbles under his breath, head turning to convey the room to avoid her gaze but hers doesn't move. Greedy eyes meet the thick column of his neck, the belly muscle popping through and the sudden feeling to run her tongue across it makes her eyes widen.
"What are you looking at?" Bucky snarls.
"Nothing!" She hisses back, "Get over yourself."
"You're the one looking at me, honey." The nickname makes her visibly cringe, teeth gritting as she steps closer despite her cheeks burning hot with embrassment.
"Stop calling me that." The way he steps closer until their chest to chest is intimidating, towering height earning a smug look from Bucky.
"Buck, out." Steve huffs, fed up with them both. The next words mumbled under his breath, "Can't concentrate with you two acting like children."
The slam of the door causes her to jump, head snapping towards the direction except Bucky is long done but the lingering smell of fresh mint and chapped leather is promient.
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"You're late." Bucky booms so loudly it seems to echo off the walls and causes her to hold a hand against her chest, breath hitching as she places her things down on the mat.
"I'm two minutes late, got your panties in a twist?" The words causing his lips to curl with distaste. "Let's just get this over with."
Before Bucky can even turns he feels a force of a body try to knock him onto his feet but he quickly turns, not paying much attention to his left hand until it comes it contact with her cheek.
It was hard enough to hurt and his face drops instantly, he watches as she cups her cheek and he can already see the angry, red mark forming there.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to -."
Two rather small hands aim for his head but he manages to dodge the fists but he doesn't expect the strong leg that comes from behind and sweeps him off his feet. Bucky reaches forward as he brings to fall towards the ground, big fingers curl around her shirt and pull until she tumbles on top of him with a huff.
His chest rises and falls under the scrutiny of her gaze. Parted thighs straddle his lap, a face full of hair as her hands flatten against his chest to push off the fall but he can't seem to keep his eyes trained, instead they fall to irregular rhythm her chest. Beads of sweat forming against skin and trails down and over collar bones and into the valley of her breasts and he can't seem to look away as they move with every breath.
Between her thighs radiates with warmth and it's his turn to stop breathing with the way her eye lids flutter at the sensation of his growing erection press against her clothed mound. The thick material of his tactical pants grinds against her puffy clit even through the clothes.
The moment her eyes open she's met with the intense electric blue eyes. His bottom lip is tucked between his pearly whites as an experimental hand presses against the small of her back. The size difference makes her head spin, the size of his hand as he pushes her forward on his lap to catch the swollen head of his clothed cock against her throbbing clit.
The mix of a moan and whine that fall from her lips makes his cock throb and she turns her head away with embarrassment but the hand that cups her chin and turns her back to the sultry gaze, "No, you sound so sweet."
The words makes her gasp or maybe it's the thumb that lays flat against her bottom lip and toys with the skin. Bucky doesn't dare move, just leans in excruciatingly slow, unsure eyes flickering from her own to her lips waiting for the words to stop him but they never come. The moment he's met with the soft, warm lips he melts.
Time felt like it almost stopped when his nose nudged her own, lips barely touching, they hover as he lets out a soft sigh, leaning closer until his eyelashes flutter against her own.
Every breath he takes smells like her. Purple and pink wild flowers and vanilla slips past his flaring nostrils as his lips form against her own. Both filled with fire, body tingling as he pulls her closer into his lap to give him a better angle to kiss her from.
He pulls away, it's just for a quick second to catch his breath but steals a small glance and his heart pounds. He wants to say how beautiful she looks, how warm she feels but he can't seem to form words so instead claims her lips again. It's heavy with emotions as the taste of sweet mint comes with his tongue parting her lips.
So caught up in the way his hand curls into her hair as she grinds her hips slowly, she doesn't feel the fingers that slip under the thin material of the shirt. Cool, false appendages press against the base of her belly as a small moan vibrates his chest as she shifts her weight against his aching hard on.
"You are so beautiful.." To be on the sweet, giving side of Bucky Barnes is almost breath taking. Time moves so much slower, it's hard to breath as he captures her lips again but not before his hand experimentally raises further and further up the soft skin of her stomach but stops right under her breasts. His eyes flicker up to her own, a silent question, he won't dare move another muscle until she nods. "Can I, sweet girl?"
The nickname makes her heart flutter. Since when did Bucky use nicknames like this and why did it make her skin so unbarebly hot?
"Yes." The words come out before she even has a chance to think about the consequences but the way his hands come down to cup handfuls of her breast she soon realizes she doesn't care.
His lips press against the shell of her ear, hot breath making it nearly impossible to focus on anything else except for the two fingers that tweak the peak of her nipple. Her mouth falls open with a gasp and Bucky smiles against the skin of her neck as smooth kisses trail. Open mouth and wet kisses cause her to shudder, a tongue peaks out to taste the salty skin.
"Bucky." She moans his name so sweetly that he can't help but groan. He pulls away and the only audible sounds is the whirling and clicking of mechanical plates as he cups her cheek.
"You are.. driving me crazy." He admits, "I gotta have you, please."
He asks like she could ever deny him, she nods against his palm and finger reach out to unloop his belt but a thumb that presses into her chin stops the movements. "Are you sure?"
"Want you." She mewls and this time encloses the line between their lips and invades his mouth once again to taste the fresh mint.
Once opened, her fingers dip past the waist band of his boxers and skillfully wrap around the base of his cock. He huffs against her lips, hand wrapping around her wrist as she tests the waters and gives it a small squeeze.
With an experimental movement of her wrist Bucky hisses, heavy eyelashes flutter against her cheek. His hips lift from their position on the ground to thrust for more and just like that he's putty in her hands.
"You don't have to -."
He couldn't even finish his sentence if he wanted too. Met with the filty site of her pulling away only to spit on her hand and tugging the hem of his boxers dangerously low on his hips until his cock is freed and curves against his abdomen.
Slowly her hand slides down the length of Bucky, and up, then down again until beads of pre-cum mix with her salvia to create wet, fithy sounds.
"That's it." Bucky plops from his position on his elbows to flat against the floor, eyes fluttering close as split starts to slide down his lower abdomen and balls, but her torment doesn't end there.
Soft fingers cup the sac with a delicate but meaningful touch. "God, honey."
The pet name makes her blush but it goes unseen to Bucky as he whines. Her head bobs lower and his head shoots up with confusion and only to watch her lips pucker and a long string of spit cover the head of his cock.
The self made lubricant squelshes with every quick motion. Bucky's finger tips curl into the foam mat underneath them, his hips tuting into the air to meet the rhythm of her hand.
"Sweetheart." He calls so beautifully, eyes pinching with pleasure. "So good but god, stop."
She's determined as ever and Bucky's throat runs dry, belly growing with warmth as a wave of heat makes his head grow hot and his body buzz with anticipation. He weakly lifts his head to only be met with her sparkling eyes, a ball of pleasure grows in his throat as he mumbles, "You are so fucking sexy."
Flesh fingers wrap around her wrist and hult any more movements. Lips find her own as she falls into the mat, back hitting the foam with a small gasp but Bucky's mouth catches it. His fingers run slowly along the hem of her yoga pants as his lips his the corner of hers, "Are you going to let me see that pretty pussy, sweet pea?"
"Yes, please, touch me." The words are sweet, beautiful music to his ears as two fingers prod against her chin. Her mouth opens instantly at the intrusion as the digits press against her tongue. Lips close down on them, swirling and licking until Bucky seemed satisfied with the slickness of them.
A vibranium arm pulls at the waist band of her pants and forces them down, Bucky decides not to comment on that fact she hadn't worn any underwear. Her arousal smears across her thighs, so much so that Bucky can practically smell it.
Those two digits wet her stomach as they trail down to her already soaked entrance. The tips kiss the opening of her pussy and it's impossible to fight against grinding down on them. Those thick, warm fingers spread along the hood of her cunt, teasingly until they press against the swollen clit and her hips jolt off the mat.
"Buck -." One finger slips into her sopping hole and she whines at the intrusion.
"Oh, baby." Bucky clicks his tongue with a smirk, blue eyes darkening as he speaks, "So tight, sweet pea."
A large hand glides under her back that arches, feeling the grooves of vertebrae against his false fingertips up until the grasp the back of her neck to pull her into a harsh kiss.
Teeth clash together as his pace increases, lips parting but his forehead presses against hers and his hand keeps it's hold on her neck. "Want another one?"
"Please, please." She mewls as eyes flutter close at the sensation of another finger stretching her open. Not wasting any time, they leave only to come back and reach that spot in that makes her eyes roll back into her head and mouth open with silent screams.
The sounds coming from in between her legs are heavenly, the swishes of her juices that drips down her legs and Bucky's hands as he finger fucks her into the mat. "You are so good for me, look at you. So desperate honey, you wanna come?"
The silent reply earns a squeeze at the base of her neck and Buck clenches his teeth, "I said, do you want to come?"
Her pussy squeezes around his fingers with a wanton moan, "Yes, Buck! Wanna come!"
Head falling to the mat harshly as his fingers release their hold. Head feeling drowsy as tears sting and blur her vision, heat creeping up the base of her stomach as goose bumps erupt across her body. "Come for me honey, I want it."
All it takes is seven little words for his fingers to milk her orgasm through. Heart leaping inside her chest as his soft kisses and mixed with the snap of his fingers she feels something snap inside with white, searing hot pleasure that temporarily blinds her.
Bucky doesn't offer a warning, the sudden feeling of his heavy cock is a burning but pleasure able stretch that causes a shriek to rip through her swollen lips.
Bucky's eyes roll back into his head as her pussy pretty much sucks his cock up inch by inch. Two cold fingers tease the bundle of nerves and rub circular motions as he sinks every inch of his cock until he's nestled so deep she feels him in her stomach. The delicious burn makes her lightheaded, so full of him it's hard to form words. She curses under her breath but Bucky barely notices, eyes fixated on the filthy sight of him stuffed so deep inside her. Hips against hips as he tries to press the rest but the intrusion sends sparks up her spine. Bucky stills, eyes finding hers for one last time before testing the waters with a deep, sensational thrust.
The squeal that falls from her lips is one of pleasure and pain but straight up sinful and he groans on his own accord as her cunt cleches around his throbbing cock.
"Such a sweet pussy, baby. She's so thirsty for me."
Hips snap faster and faster and he can't look away from the sight of his cock disappearing and reappearing into her silky opening over and over again. The sounds that fill the room are mixes of Bucky and hers followed by the slapping skin and squelches of her leaking juices. Pleasure tingles up his spine every time he hits that spot that makes her vision blur and drool gather at the corner of her lips.
"That's it, sweet pea. Taking me so good." He smirks as her mouth falls open but no words or sound come through, "Fucking you dumb, huh?"
His thighs shake, covered in her slick as his whole body erupts with heat. Stomach studying with the familar feeling of incoming relief. With every push of his hips come deep, rough strokes that hit that spot that makes her stomach ache.
Bucky loves the sounds she makes, how she begs for more and more, his hips rolling into her pussy which drips between the pair. It smears against his abdomen, leaks down his and her thighs.
Back arching off the mat, pushing him deeper inside of her, if that's even possible. A hand rest against the small of her back giving him a better angle to continue to fuck her senseless. “Buck, oh, so fucking good!"
"Yeah, princess? Still hate me?"
Half crescent form from his nails digging into the flesh of her hip and sweats drips down his chest and forehead. "I'm so close!"
The whine has him groaning with relief feeling his own balls tighten at the words. "Bucky, I have to cum - fuck!"
"Where do you want it, sweetheart?" Buck visibly chokes as another wave of heat warms his belly.
"In me, want to feel you in me!" No doubt in her mind she's going to feel him for weeks.
“Come for me.” The orgasm hits her like a truck - clenching around him so hard that his hips sputter but he continues to drive his dock so deep inside of her that her legs begin to shake.
He hits a spot so deep and explodes, lining his thick ropes of cum into her pussy and stuffs her to the brink. There's so much as it drips from where the two are still connected but he doesn't dare move. Taking a few seconds to recover against the cushion of her chest with deep breathes.
Bucky rests on his elbows as fingers hook behind her neck to gently being her eyes to his own. Eyes so lovingly soak in every beautiful mark of her face as soft digits rub against her hairline as the mechanical arms holds her whole head in his palm. Gentle lips press against her own, a soft kiss that he pulls away with a smile. "I always thought you were beautiful."
His fingers move the hairs from her forehead to press a kiss to her still red cheek as she speaks, "I never hated you."
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This is so fucking soft I can't, LOVE LOVE LOVE
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summary: Posing as husband and wife, you and Bucky infiltrate a quaint suburban neighborhood in search of a Hydra hacker. Perhaps if you weren’t so in love with him and he hadn’t broken your heart, the act of pretending wouldn’t hurt so much. pairing: bucky x reader word count: 12k warnings: fake married trope!!, absolute carnal longing, canon level violence, idiots who can’t communicate feelings appropriately,
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There was no tan line under your wedding band. The silver was untarnished, the diamond clean cut; heavy with the weight of its disguise. The gem nicked your finger as it twisted around the band in an endless loop— a newly formed habit gifting tiny red marks on your skin. Busy mind, busy fingers.
Unfocused, your gaze drifted to the sea of evergreens at the edge of the property. The air smelled of freshly cut grass. A white picket fence surrounded the yard; lined with marigolds and hydrangeas. An array of brightly painted colors. Above, hung a cloudless blue sky. Not a single blade of grass was left out of place.
Its beauty bordered on perfection; an image drawn from a picture book, a painting hung in a museum, a poster of suburbia in faded magazines. All an unsettling reminder that this was a world in which you did not belong.
“Tell me James, when do I get to meet this wife of yours?” a man with a thick, mid-western accent chuckled from across the room, his voice echoing with every barreled laugh.
“Sweetheart?” Bucky called to the patio, one hand planted casually on his hip, the other holding a half empty Budweiser. “Come meet our neighbor, will ya?”
He smiled at you then and it was made entirely of an untouched joy you hardly recognized. Lines formed up by his eyes, the blue in his iris reflecting under the warmed glow of the setting sun, his cheeks seemingly aching in the effort. So stunningly beautiful, so mistakenly effortless. For only a second, you might have believed it were real.
You swallowed through clenched teeth and forced a smile to press high onto red strained lips. Heels clicked against the patio, the skirt of your sundress swaying with every step, and you settled back into the role of the unassuming housewife.
To Bucky’s right stood Tom Murphy, your neighbor two houses to the left with a thick beer belly and red, rosy cheeks. When you saw him earlier, he wore marinara sauce on the collar of his bright yellow polo. He looked to be about three beers past the promise he made to his wife as a sweat line formed against his forehead. He swayed a little in his stance, blinking away the dizziness.
Bucky’s left hand reached out for you as you approached and somehow what startled you the most wasn’t the sleeve Tony engineered to disguise Bucky’s metal arm, but the gold band wrapped at his ring finger. His fingers laced in line with yours and it took everything you had to keep yourself grounded to his touch.
You nodded along, pretending to listen to Tom’s story, but all you could focus on was the way Bucky’s hand felt intertwined in your own. Firm. Cold. Familiar as a distant comfort you’d lost ages ago. You could still feel the steadiness of the metal though it appeared as flesh, the security of its permanence, but it was the intrusion of the ring that you couldn’t quite shake.
Bucky discreetly nudged your side to pull you from your trance and you forced a laugh at something Tom had said though you had little idea of what it was. He didn’t seem to notice as he continued on in his story, complaining about the neighborhood watch committee’s crack down on garden gnomes.
“I hate to cut this short, but I should probably get the missus home,” Bucky said in an impressively disappointed sigh.
Then, as if he’d done it a hundred times before, he pulled your hand up to his mouth and pressed a chaste kiss at your knuckles. It happened so quickly, you barely registered the feeling until it was over – warm, tender, gentler than he’d ever allow for himself. You bit back the surprise before it could touch your features.
“Gotta have her well rested to educate the minds of our future,” Bucky added, throwing in another layer to your covers. There were unfinished lesson plans left on the coffee table in the living room, crayons rolling on the corners of the floor, craft supplies in bulk lined up in the dining room. Details provided by SHIELD of the school teacher you portrayed.
“Ah yes,” Tom agreed, patting his stomach. “Maybe you can get my nephew into that fancy school of yours, huh? He’s a little monster right now, but he’ll outgrow it in a few years. I’m sure of it.”
“I’ll talk with the principle, Tom,” you laughed, and though it barely touched your eyes, no one seemed to notice.
Bucky led you to the door, gesturing for Tom to follow. He was the last of the neighborhood residents still lingering after the sun began its decent over the tree line. All that remained was the afterglow of a colorful sky and a few rays of light peeking through the evergreens. The golden light illuminated through the windows, touching sweetly against Bucky’s skin. Golden against his tanned skin, a shine in the short cut of his hair. The blue of his eyes was a little lighter under the sunbeam, almost clear as crystal. You held your breath and averted your gaze.
“Wonderful to meet you two!” Tom called as he waddled through the door. He took his time on the step, bracing his bad knee as he held onto the banister by a death grip. When he reached the driveway, he paused, turning back around with a cheery grin. “Always nice to have a young new couple move in! Reminds me of my youth.”
He stared at Bucky a little longer, admiring the fine lines and firm muscle he carried through the thin layer of his pullover. Tom set a hand on his rounded belly. Seeming a little lost in thought, or perhaps memories of a man he once was, Tom shook his head and gave a short wave as he descended the driveway.
“Have a nice night, Tom!” Bucky returned his wave, his smiling lingering until Tom was out of sight. Then, once he was sure the neighbors were no longer watching, he closed the door.
You did your best to prepare for what came next, what always came next, and still – it was a blinding shock each time Bucky abruptly dropped your hand and put several feet of space between you.
He brushed his palm against his thigh, his gaze sinking to the ground as if he could not stand the lingering sensation of your hand within his own.
Your relationship was a cover. It was a show you put on for the sake of a mission. You knew this and yet the sting of rejection chipped away inside your chest each time the smile he wore just moments earlier pressed down into a thin, cold line. The warmth he carried disappeared without the watchful eyes of your neighbors, the affection he showed you suffocated in favor of unnerving silence.
You weren’t sure whether it was the sudden shift that hurt the most, or perhaps the fact that he didn’t seem to be bothered at all by the blurred lined between you – lovers in the light, strangers in the dark.
You’d only been undercover for less than a month together – posing as a married couple in effort to track down the hacker responsible for maintaining Hydra’s offshore accounts – and you’d barely spoken a word to each other if not under the watch of your marks.
And maybe if you didn’t love him, it wouldn’t have been this painful.
But love is an unkind thing. It’s messy and cruel. It was the sort of force that tricked you into noticing the way Bucky scrunched his nose when he was tired and how the left side of his cheek lifted a little higher when he smiled. It made you memorize how he took his coffee in the morning, his tea at night, and the lyrics to his favorite songs. It urged you to sprint to his bedroom at two in the morning when screams woke you in the dead of night and ruined you when he couldn't find relief in anything but your arms.
Love was what broke your heart when Bucky woke up that morning and cast you aside.
Love was the reason you felt unmade and empty when he looked at you, as if he couldn’t see the destruction he left in his wake.
Love was an unfair, agonizing act of devotion that was left to wilt and crumble and die.
All you knew was you loved him beyond what your heart could willingly stand and suddenly, he was leaving the room each time you entered, making excuses to be benched on missions you were assigned to, locking his door at night and soundproofing his walls so you couldn’t hear his sleepless cries for help. He never told you why, but you knew the sting of rejection when you felt it.
“I got a decent read on Jeffrey Hunt,” Bucky said flatly, stealing a glance over at the office because he couldn’t seem bring himself to meet your eyes these days. “Could be our guy.”
You gave him a short nod. “I’ll see what Nat can dig up.”
“Okay.”
It was so painfully awkward between you that the silence came as a comfort; the gentle ticking of the grandfather clock in the living room the only sound nestled between you. Steady. Even. Endless.
Bucky couldn't stand still, shifting his weight between his feet and clenching at his fists. You could hear his breaths even from across the room and you realized they were heavier than they used to be – like the effort of drawing in air had taken a toll on his body in the months since you last held him. You stood perfectly still; your body etched from stone. It was the most you could manage.
“I should, um... I’ll clean up,” you said, gesturing to the kitchen. The caravan worth of appetizers was long picked over by your new neighbors and while SHIELD provided the food for your covers’ party, they didn’t exactly volunteer to take care of the aftermath.
“I’ll help,” Bucky replied so low you almost didn’t catch it. He rolled up the sleeves of his pullover and you quickly followed him into the kitchen.
“Don’t worry about it, Buck. I’ve got it."
You reached out to set a hand on his shoulder to stop him from picking up the dish soap– a familiar, comforting gesture you wouldn’t have thought twice about a few months back, but he turned to look at you and you realized your mistake, your hand freezing before you could touch him.
There was no malice on his face, no anger or disgust. He only stared at your hand as it hung in the air inches away from his arm, a painful sort of expression coating his features you couldn’t read.
Slowly, you lowered your hand back to your side, a heat of embarrassment on your skin.
“Sorry,” you mumbled, eyes darting to the floor. “Habit.”
Bucky cleared his throat, taking a few steps back. “I’m going to check in with Steve.”
You nodded, thankful for the reprieve as he finally stepped out of the room. Whether the startling emptiness that followed was made of relief or agony, you couldn’t tell. But you pushed past it because it was the only choice you had. You had a job to do, after all.
You squeezed the dish soap into the empty crockpot and got to work.
***
The first time you saw Bucky smile, you weren’t sure what to make of it. So used to the ever-present frown, the distant stares, the bickering with Sam, that the air quite literally caught inside your chest when he turned to you and suddenly, there was light in his eyes. Lines along his face, the corners of his lips pressed into his cheeks. So beautiful it physically ached.
“What?” he laughed at your stunned expression, nudging your side.
You shook your head, slumping down on the couch beside him. It was easy to return his smile; it was so impossibly infectious. You reached out and set your hand on his jaw line, examining him as if you were seeing him for the first time, and it only made him laugh more. Fingertips traced over his cheekbones, over the creases of his smile, over the lines by his eyes. Touching the happiness manifested in his features.
“Never seen you this happy, Buck,” you said cautiously, glancing around the room, wondering what could have possibly brought this smile to his face, but there was nothing extraordinary about the living room of the Avengers’ tower. The television was dark and the room was otherwise empty.
“After all your pushing, you’re going to make fun of me for being happy?” Bucky rolled his eyes playfully. Still, he handed you the remote because it was movie night and your turn to pick the genre.
“Of course not!” You snatched the remote from his grip, pouting your lips at him. “It’s just... it’s different. A good different, though. It’s a nice look on you, Barnes.”
A soft pink touched his cheeks and you turned your attention to the Netflix queue before he could notice how much it affected you. You didn’t even know a super soldier could blush, but damn if it wasn’t the most endearing thing you’d ever seen.
The couch itself was wide enough for half the team to squeeze in and yet, the outer edges of your thighs touched as you both curled in at the center. His arm stretched over the back and though he was careful not to left the cool metal graze your shoulders, you still knew it was there. He didn’t shy away, not like he used to. You tried not to let your heart skip too many beats because you were certain he could hear it.
Even as the movie began to play, you could feel his gaze shift towards you. His smile softened to something kinder, something reserved for the quiet moments shared in between when he didn’t think anyone was watching. Something that looked a lot like love.
You woke with a sudden start. Jolting up on the bed, your hand clutched at your heart. The room was still dark, the moonlight seeping in through the window and illuminating an outline of the cross bar of the window frame along the carpet. To your right, the bed was untouched. Sheets still perfectly in place as they were the first night you slept in the house. The clock beside you read near three in the morning and you groaned, slumping back into the pillows.
Bucky was no stranger to your bed; at least, not in the months he was speaking to you. You pictured the broken floorboard just outside your room at the tower and the familiar squeak that lured you awake most nights. A memory of Bucky stood in the frame of your door; gripping tight to the doorknob, a shamed look upon his face until you lifted up the blankets and gave him space to crawl in beside you. His collar still damp with sweat, his heart still racing from the monsters plaguing his dreams, but you knew it would settle as he laid beside you. It was the only place he slept through till morning.
You weren’t sure if he had a decent night sleep since. The dark marks under his eyes certainly did him no favors.
With a sigh, you swung your legs off the side of the bed. Your eyes had long adjusted to the pale moonlight in the room and still, you took a minute to ease the strain in your chest before you stood. The air was colder than you expected and it sent goosebumps littering over your exposed legs. You tugged the edge of your t-shirt a little lower along your thighs, though bounced back up when you released the fabric.
Making your way down the steps, you winced at the cry of the old wood. You glanced back up the stairs toward the spare bedroom you hoped Bucky was sleeping inside. The details of his ongoing nightmares were privileged from you these days, but you still tried to avoid the squeaky bottom step on your way down. Whether he was speaking to you or not, you didn’t want him to suffer.
Just as you were about to cross the living room into the kitchen, you spotted a figure sitting alone in the dark. You froze, heart skipping several beats as you instinctively reached for the gun on your hip only to find exposed skin. But then the shadows shifted and you recognized the figure hunched over on the living room couch.
Bucky.
He was staring down at his hand, flexing his fingers and twisting the moonlight over the shadows along his skin; examining it as if it was brand new. He studied the pink in his coloring, the lines of blue and purple veins under the surface. A finger trailed against a faded scar on the inside of his forearm.
It took a second before you noticed that he still had the camouflage technology activated on his left arm – flesh replacing the harsh, reflective metal.
He brought his left hand to his face cautiously, timidly, only to pull away from it disappointed. It still felt cold, solid. Still made of vibranium. Disgust curved upon his lips.
He didn’t realize you were watching him, that you were intruding on a vulnerable crack in the surface of a wall he’d placed between you. It was crumbling and swaying on unstable foundation, but he’d built it so high and so wide, you couldn’t reach him if you tried. It didn't matter that the wall was made of glass and you could see straight through to the pain underneath. He held it as firm as he could manage. He didn’t want you inside.
Slowly, you tried to slide into the kitchen before he noticed your presence, to give him the privacy he needed, but you stepped on that godforsaken floorboard and pale blue eyes snapped up to yours. He was startled, maybe even a bit stunned as to why he didn’t see you there earlier, and the shame of realization burned hot into his cheeks.
“Sorry, I—I didn’t mean to— um—” you fumbled, crossing your arms over your chest when you caught his gaze on you. You’d forgotten you were wearing so little. “I was just coming down for water.”
Bucky glanced towards the kitchen for a moment before he dropped his head. He pressed a button at the inner side of his bicep and the camouflage flickered and dissolved in favor of the vibranium underneath. He sighed though his expression remained numbed, as if the reminder of the metal fused to his body did not revolt him.
“Can’t sleep?” you asked, though you weren't sure why you did. Perhaps you hoped that he’d lower a bridge between you, that he’d tell you what went wrong all those months ago and why he suddenly became so cold and withdrawn. It was misguided. You knew this. And still, you tried.
But he wasn’t ready for the hand you reached out to him. He’d rather fall to the abyss.
“Goodnight, Y/n,” he said stiffly, crossing the room with his head down. You watched as he dragged himself up the stairs as if each step was a burden. He gripped the banister so tight, you wondered if it would crack. Shards of wood in his grip and fractures into the wall. When he finally disappeared and the bedroom door closed behind him, you found no relief.
You didn’t expect he slept much at all.
***
You sat in the parking lot together in silence. Even with the sun scorching into the car and the sweat beading on your hairline, there was an ice nestled in the air between you. Without even the radio to provide a solace, you focused on watching the entrance of the farmer’s market for your target: Jeffery Hunt.
Hunt was the technology and computer science teacher for the local high school; criminally underpaid and overworked – a prime target for Hydra’s influence. Gangly and tall, with thick rimmed glasses and a shirt one size too big, you spotted him walking two paces ahead of his wife. She chased after him, swatting his arm as she appeared to scold him for going on without her. He rolled his eyes.
“Got him.” You nodded toward Hunt’s location.
Bucky exhaled a heavy breath as if to prepare himself. You were about to slip back into your roles again and pretend like the last few months of cold silence and deliberate avoidance were nothing but a fever dream. Somehow, it felt like the very act of pretending to care for you in such a way was almost painful to him. It was something he must endure.
“Coming, sweetheart?” he said cheerily as a couple passed by. His act was already on. Mask covering over the darker layers underneath.
You clenched your jaw through your smile and skipped over to him. As if it were perfectly natural to do so, he wrapped his arm over your shoulders, tugging you close to his side. He smelled of bar soap and fresh laundry and you realized he must have forgotten to pack the body wash that smelled of mint leaves. It always seemed to calm his nerves at night. You’d once gifted him a lotion in with the same scent and he’d nearly suffocated you in his arms with how tightly he’d hugged you when he opened it. His hands pressed to your spine, his nose pressed to your neck as he lifted you into the air. Feet leaving the ground. Consumed by him. Held by him. Wrapped in the scent of fresh, cool, aromatic mint.
The thought caught you off guard and you stumbled over a misplaced rock. Bucky steadied you without hesitation and his instinctive ability to ground you only seemed to make the feeling worse.
Together, you followed Jeffrey and his wife at a careful distance, hovering just a few stands behind. Bucky guided you to a fruit stand and began talking with the vender while you kept an eye on your marks. His arm still hung loosely over your shoulders and your breath hitched as you felt his thumb soothing along the exposed skin on your shoulder – an unnecessary detail of commitment to your farse marriage and he played it so well.
You held your breath and reminded yourself it wasn’t real.
“Thought I’d pick up some peaches for my wife,” Bucky chuckled, handing the vender a ten-dollar bill. “She makes cobbler like you wouldn’t even believe. Cures just about anything, I swear it on my life.”
You glanced up at Bucky curiously as he smiled at you. That detail wasn't made up. You were notorious for making peach cobblers in the middle of the night when you were too anxious to sleep. It would bring half the team into the kitchen before sunrise seeking out the sweet smell in the oven and the hungry looks on their faces was enough to chase away the demons that kept you up at night.
Your lips parted as you studied him, wondering if he caught on to your restless nights, too. It had been a few days since you ran into him in the living room, but you hadn’t thought he’d noticed how frequently you paced the halls at night.
Bucky thanked the vender kindly and carried the bag of peaches in his free hand. Before you could gather the nerve to ask him about it, he leaned in close enough to feel his breath against your cheek.
Softly, he whispered to your ear, “Hunt ahead at 10 o’clock. Ready?”
You nodded, dropping whatever questions remained between you to focus on the mission at hand. You followed his lead.
Bucky pulled you past Jeffery and his wife and quickly made an impressive double back as if he was seeing Hunt for the first time. He froze, a laugh bubbling in his chest. “Oh, shit! Jeff?”
Jeffrey lifted his head, startled at first, but he seemed to relax when he saw it was you and Bucky walking towards him. They’d played a few games of poker on weekday nights since Bucky began to suspect him as the Hydra hacker, so they were no strangers to one another. Hunt took a quick liking to Bucky after he showed him his hunting rifles in the garage.
“James! My man!” Jeff stepped forward and easily brushed his wife out of his path to extend a hand to Bucky. Bucky fumbled awkwardly for a minute and removed his arm around your shoulders to shake Jeff’s hand. “Wasn’t expecting to see you here!”
“Yeah, well, I was craving some of Y/n’s famous peach cobbler. I can’t be held responsible for my actions,” Bucky confessed playfully before he leaned over and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.
“That good, huh?” Jeff inquired. Something about his gaze made you shift uncomfortably in your stance. You didn’t like the way his eyes narrowed upon you, how he licked his lips when they flashed to something darker. A shiver etched up your spine and you subconsciously inched closer to Bucky’s side.
“Family recipe,” you said, faking a smile. “Could start and end a war according to my grandma.”
Jeff grinned, though it didn’t reach his eyes. His gaze slipped lower, unbothered by the fact that your supposed husband was standing beside you, and it lingered on your chest long enough for you to cross your arms defensively.
Bucky cleared his throat and side stepped in front of you. He made a lame excuse to redirected Jeff to the vender to talk about snacks for the next poker game he fell for easily, though Jeff’s second glance over his shoulder towards you didn’t slip your notice. You shivered.
With Bucky occupying Hunt, you spotted Jeffrey’s wife standing a few paces away, awkwardly fidgeting with her purse as she stole cautious looks in her husband’s direction. She seemed rather lonely to be standing in a crowd full of people, uncomfortable even with her husband a few paces away.
“Hi,” you called as you approach her, offering a warm smile in hopes she might lower her guard, “I’m Y/n. James’ wife.”
“Melody,” she replied quickly, brightening under the attention you wondered if she received at home. She was dressed like a kindergarten teacher in bright pinks and purples, her hair pulled up into a high pony tail. She didn’t appear to be her husband’s type judging by the way his eyes followed the backsides of women in scandalizing sundresses as they passed by. She certainly didn’t look to be connected with Hydra.
“You getting tired of these boys always out on poker nights, or is it just me?” you teased, playfully nudging her side until she laughed.
“Two times a week is a bit much, isn’t it? Wednesday, sure. But do they really need to take my Fridays, too?” she replied and you were careful to keep your expression unchanged as you nodded in agreement.
Poker night was once a week on Wednesday evenings. Bucky was absolutely sure of that because another one of the guys kept bargaining for an extra night to make up for his losses before his mother found out. It meant Jeff had one night a week unaccounted for – a night he was lying to his wife about where he was going.
You learned that Melody and her husband argued regularly, enough for the neighbors to gossip by the mailboxes in the morning where they thought she couldn’t hear, and that there was something her husband was keeping secret from her. She felt silly, she told you, because her mother insisted that he must be planning an elaborate surprise; maybe for their anniversary coming up next month, but she wasn't so sure.
You barely had to say a word. It seemed as though poor Melody had been needing someone to listen to her for so long, she took the first opportunity of an open ear to spill her family secrets. She kept her eyes on Jeff as she told you stories about their grand adventures in their college years and how he’d become more closed off in the last year, withdrawn in a way he wasn’t before. Her charming smile slumped into a frown and you heart ached a little for her. You hoped she had a decent lawyer to protect her assets once you exposed her husband as a Hydra agent.
“James, honey?” you called as the crowd began to thin. Bucky looked over his shoulder at you as if you carried trays of fresh cobbler in your hands – bright eyed and enamored, as if he barely noticed the busy crowd surrounding you. It startled you to see him like this, like the feelings he portrayed might actually be real. It was cruel, you decided, to witness a glimpse of what that might look like.
You cleared your thought, shoving down the ache in your chest. “Ready to go?”
“Sure thing, sweetheart,” Bucky grinned. He held out his hand for you and you took it, falling in line beside him as his thumb traced gentle strokes along your hand. It made you wonder why he put so much effort into the display of affection between you when not even Jeff seemed willing to stand within a few feet of his actual wife, but you pushed it aside as he squeezed your hand to draw your attention back. He must have caught you lost in thought.
“Listen man, it was good seeing you,” Bucky said to Jeff as he slowly inched the two of you backward. “Catch you at the game.”
Melody’s eyes lingered on the space between you and Bucky, on your hands intertwined with one another. A sense of longing crossed her features and you watched as she debated reaching for her husband’s hand before he shoved them into his pockets. You offered her a smile and she did her best to return it, though it lasted only a moment.
“I’ll see you Wednesday!” Jeff shouted to Bucky over the crowd, startling his wife who flinched at the sound of his voice. Melody gave you a short wave goodbye and then, they disappeared into the crowd.
You prepared yourself for Bucky to release your hand, to discard you now that the Hunts were no longer in view, but instead, he held firm to your grip. You narrowed your brows, staring at him suspiciously though he didn’t say a word.
You followed his lead as he weaved in and around the venders, a careful squeeze to your hand every so often. It was something he used to do before he closed the door between you. It used to ground him and part of you wondered whether he was trying to do the same for you now, if maybe he noticed the way you watched Melody and the sadness she carried.
No matter his intentions, or if he was simply flexing his grip, it reminded you he was still there. Even if he was playing a character that held an affection he didn’t share behind closed doors.
“They’ve come into some recent money,” Bucky said as he guided you into the community garden. It was less crowded amount the lilacs and lilies and it gave you both a moment to regroup. He paused, standing close enough to you that his free hand slid into your hair and brushed away the strands from your face. “Hunt's been test driving sports cars. Said he’s looking to buy. Can’t do that on a teacher’s salary.”
You nodded, swallowing as you met his eye. Natasha told you once that public displays of affection made people uncomfortable. It was why Bucky was lowering his voice, speaking as if he was about to kiss you, touching your face tenderly, though he was only giving report. He leaned in so close it might have looked like his lips were on yours to those passing by. You could feel his breath against your skin.
“He’s going somewhere on Friday nights and lying to Melody about it,” you said slowly, desperate to keep your tone even. Your eyes flickered down to his lips before you could stop yourself. They were pinker than you remembered, like he’d been spending too long chewing at the edges. The stubble along his jaw had grown in, too.
"Good work,” Bucky said, pulling back suddenly, and it snapped you from your gaze. “We should get back to the house. Report to Steve.”
“Right.”
He held your hand until you cleared the parking lot, weaving around the busy swarm of pedestrians and guiding you away from the path of rain puddles leftover from the night before.
It was only when he was certain he'd passed the last pair of prying eyes that he let go. His fingers flexed and his fist clenched, almost as if to rid himself of the sensation you left behind. He brushed his palm along his jeans.
You pretended not to notice.
***
Exhaustion was still burning in your eyes when you heard the front door open. It was nearing sunrise you realized as you noticed the light peering in through the curtains. You could hear Bucky’s steps at the front door as he kicked off his shoes, grumbling to himself, though his movements came to an abrupt halt as you opened the oven door.
Last night wasn’t an easy one. You couldn’t even remember the dream that woke you. Bucky was out on surveillance in an attempt to track Jeffery’s whereabouts on Friday night, but once midnight passed and Bucky still hadn’t come back, you resorted to the peaches left on the counter.
It didn’t matter whether Bucky was talking to you to not, you still worried. You’d always worry about him. So you gave that worry and that fear and that pain into the flour and sugar and butter. You closed your eyes and let yourself fall into the easy steps and the familiar smells until your mind was no longer on Bucky’s safety or his cold shoulder but on the smell of warm sugary peaches.
Bucky trailed into the kitchen, brows furrowed as he looked at you – still dressed in your pajamas, an apron thrown over the front and covered in flour. His gaze centered on your face and the dark circles underneath, before he turned to the dish of peach cobbler sitting on the counter.
“What happened?”
You tilted your head. “Shouldn’t I be asking you?”
Bucky cleared his throat, rubbing his palms down his jeans like he was nervous to answer. “Night was a bust. Jeff spent half the night sitting in a dive bar and by the time he left around 3am, I lost him at a traffic light downtown. Spent the rest of the time driving around trying to find him.”
“There’s always next week,” you told him as you turned off the stove. It was another week of living undercover together and you weren’t sure whether it was a good or bad thing; whether it hurt more to be cast aside by the man you loved or to see him pretend to love you in return. You sighed, rubbing at your eyes.
You turned to find that Bucky was still watching you, following your every movement as you draped the apron over the kitchen chair. “What?”
He swallowed. It was the first time in weeks he dared to meet your eye within the confines of the house. A worry line traced over his forehead; his lips parted just enough as if he was trying to find the right words. But there was something in the way he watched you, something soft and breaking that it nearly had his hand reaching towards you before he stopped himself.
“You made cobbler.”
You should have known he’d catch on. It was your most obvious tell – worse than Natasha disappearing for days on end, worse than Sam throwing himself into hours of handywork, worse than Steve’s running habit that once left him stranded in New Jersey. There was no mistaking when you were feeling scared and alone. The sweet smell of cobbler traveled. The agents on the floor above you back at the tower would have known when you had a restless night.
“Couldn’t sleep. I’m fine,” you replied casually, busying your hands with cleaning dishes in hopes he would drop it.
Bucky stepped closer, eyeing the steam from the cobbler before turning to you again. He pulled his lower lip between his teeth, his gaze softening as it trailed over your face, searching for breaks in your mask. “You sure?”
“Of course,” you said, forcing a smile that could rival the one you wore to fool your neighbors. “It’s just cobbler, Bucky.”
But it was never just cobbler and he knew that better than almost anyone. He’d spent enough nights waking to the smell of baked peaches only to catch you rubbing away tear-stained eyes from behind the kitchen counter. He’d find you curled up on the tile floors with flour on your face, shaking so badly nothing could have calmed you down but the firm press of his arms tugging you to his chest. He knew it meant you were fraying at the seams, even if you didn’t allow him to see the threads unraveling.
He’d been the one to pull the first string, hadn't he?
A flash of disappointment crossed his features. You never lied to him before and you thought for a moment you might have mistaken hurt in his eyes before he gave you a short nod and turned away.
It wasn’t his job to save you. Not that it ever was.
***
Another week passed by filled with evening book clubs, poker games, waving at the neighbors mowing lawn as you ran by on your morning run, forcing smiles enough for your cheeks to ache, and pretending as though Bucky’s painfully convincing act of the loving husband didn’t break your heart ten ways to Sunday.
With Jefferey Hunt as your only lead, there was no telling how long you’d be trapped in the heart of suburbia. Bucky hadn’t exactly warmed up to you, but since he found you making cobbler in the kitchen a week earlier, he didn’t attempt to flee the room you when you entered. Even if he was only willing to discuss the case itself, it was more than he’d spoken to you within the quiet comfort of the home in weeks. It allowed you to forget for a moment that he’d grown to hate you so much.
“I’m at a dead end here,” Bucky groaned, pacing along the living room floor. “I don’t know how this guy keeps slipping me.”
You glanced up at him over the top of the file Nat dug up on Hunt. You were just browsing through his arrest history in his college years for disorderly conduct and public intoxication. Seemed like a real catch.
“You’re tailing him because you think he’s Hydra, Buck. If he’s good at losing you, that’s probably why.”
Bucky shook his head, unwilling to hear it. “I should be better. There’s gotta be something I’m--” He froze suddenly in his stance, his gaze fixated at something over your shoulder beyond the window. You narrowed your eyes and you nearly turned to follow his stare when he extended his hand to you. “Dance with me.”
You blinked. “I’m sorry—what?”
“Dance with me,” he repeated, a gentle smile curving up at his cheeks. His eyes flickered back to the window before they returned to you. “Trust me.”
You stared at his hand a moment longer before you finally allowed yourself to slowly reach toward it. He pulled you against him in one fluid motion, his left hand settling on the small of your back, his right gripped tight to your hand. He began to sway, holding you so close you nearly forget to breathe.
“Hunt. Your six o’clock,” Bucky murmured against your ear. As he turned, you could glimpse over Bucky’s shoulder to the window. There, Jeffrey Hunt stood at the end of his driveway dressed in his evening sweats and fidgeting with his phone. He hit it against his mailbox a few times before his gaze shifted over to the open window inside your house. You gasped and quickly pressed your face to the crook of Bucky’s neck.
“He’s watching us,” you whispered as Bucky swayed you along to the silence. He turned again to get a better view of Jeff’s position and his grip on your hand tightened, though he didn't say anything. He pulled you a little closer.
He was warmer than you remembered him, running like a furnace despite the decades kept under ice. His muscle was hard but there was a softness to the way he held you— as if he were handling something fragile and precious, something he never once trusted himself to hold without breaking beyond repair. His fingers spread against your back, tapping pressure in time to the music playing inside his head.
You stayed with him like that for a while. Dancing without music, holding one another, as you took turns watching Jeff through the window. The shock of it wore off and slowly, you fell back into place with one another as if the months between you hadn’t fractured at all. The closeness didn’t feel so foreign anymore. Your left arm hanging over his shoulder eased against fusion of metal to flesh and you gingerly massaged at the back of his neck. Habitual comforts. Ones you wouldn’t have thought twice about until a few months earlier.
“He’s gone,” you said quietly on your last turn. You didn’t see any trace of Jeff walking down the street or stepping out of view and you found it strange Bucky didn’t see him leave.
Bucky swallowed, his hold lingering just a second too long before he began to unwind himself from your hold. He pulled back slowly, almost reluctantly. “Sorry, uh, I know that wasn’t, um—”
“It was quick thinking. That’s all,” you offered.
You didn't know why you said it, why you gave him the excuse he needed to explain away the closeness you shared. The worst of it, was that he only looked relieved for a moment before it faded into something darker. Something like remorse.
***
“You are such a sweetheart for helping me out with this,” Tom sighed, brushing a hand over his brow and leaving behind a faint trail of yellow paint. Sweat beaded on his temples as he slumped into the old, worn couch sitting in the corner of his garage. It looked as though he’s meant to take it out to the trash months ago and never got around to it.
“Oh, I don’t mind,” you replied sincerely, tossing him a smile over your shoulder. Tom was one of the only residents in the neighborhood that paid you any attention. Whether it was the old values of suburbia or the effortlessness to Bucky’s charm, the majority of your neighbors largely ignored you. It proved effective for spy work but it didn’t feel any less dismissive.
So you were happy to help Tom out when he called. He needed a sturdy hand to help paint the outline of the mirror he’d promise his wife he’s get done two weeks ago. It was only an hour of your day you would have otherwise spent staring at Jefferey Hunt’s file in search of the glaring clue you were missing to his ties to Hydra. With your cover as an elementary school teacher, it was only a natural conclusion that you’d be good with paint. Even if it was with a brush instead of your fingers.
“It’s been so wonderful to have you and James move in,” Tom said as he popped the cap off his beer bottle and took a swig. “Where did you say you were from?”
“New York,” you replied without missing a beat. It was easier to keep as many details as truthful as possible to avoid mistakes.
“Ah the big city. Quite a change, I suppose?”
You shrugged, stepping back to look for any spots you may have missed on the wood. “It is. But I like it out here. There’s something cozy about the suburbs you can’t find in the city.”
Tom raised his beer in agreement and he nearly chugged half the bottle before he coughed, spilling a little from the corners of his mouth. His cheeks turned red as he brushed his lips with his sleeve. “Where’s your husband at, anyway? Been meaning to get his seasoning recipe for the steaks he cooked at the block party last week. The wife won’t be too happy about all the red meat, but I’m willing to take a chance with a flavor punch like that.”
You laughed, surprised yourself actually enjoying his company. It might have been the first time a smile crossed your face that you hadn’t felt the need to force since you arrived in this town.
“He should have gotten home from work a few minutes ago,” you said, glancing at your watch. ‘Work’ for Bucky meant patrolling the neighborhood and visiting the shops and bars downtown Hunt had been known to visit. He kept to a pretty tight schedule. Thankfully for you, it was summer which meant no school.
“Speak of the devil!” Tom chuckled, pointing to the end of his driveway.
Sure enough, Bucky was sprinting down the street still dressed in his suit and tie, a crazed look in his eye. Tom whistled from the opening of his garage and waved enough to catch Bucky’s attention. It was only when Bucky finally slowed down enough to catch your eye that you noticed the gun in his hand. He froze, staring at you for a second before he quickly slipped the weapon into his belt at the small of his back and covered it with his jacket. Tom didn’t seem to notice at all.
“What are you out here running around looking like James Bond for, huh?” Tom laughed, clapping Bucky on the back as he approached.
Bucky winced, returning his laugh awkwardly. Blue eyes centered on you, trailing over your frame as if he were searching for injuries, almost as if he were actually worried something had happened to you.
You weren’t home when he got back and you hadn’t thought to leave a note, but you honestly didn’t expect him to notice. He usually dropped his gun at the door and bolted straight up the stairs. Unless there was anything to report, you didn’t often see him until dinner and even then, he was sparse as soon as he ate his last bite.
Maybe he did notice after all.
“Just looking for my girl,” Bucky panted, a little out of breath, though he forced a smile. It was the first time it didn’t quite touch his eyes over the guise of his cover.
Gently, he set a hand on your shoulder, his fingers pressing into the muscle, like he was reminding himself you were really there. He kept his gaze on you as his left hand – camouflaged by Tony’s tech—settled against the side of your face, his thumb gingerly brushing along your cheekbone. A gesture so intimate it nearly took your breath away. He hadn’t touched you with such tenderness in months.
“Ah to be young and in love,” Tom swooned, his hand settling over his heart. Bucky broke away from you, startled, like he’d forgotten Tom was in the room. “I remember when the missus and I couldn’t stand to spend even a moment apart. Hold onto that, kids.”
Bucky’s cheeks tinged a shade of pink and he nodded. “Will do, sir.”
You glanced back at the mirror. “I was just about finished anyway, so—”
“Go on, dear,” Tom shooed you away from your seat. He slipped the paintbrush from your hand. “This is perfect! You’ve been a big help.”
“Okay, well, call if you need anything,” you offered as Bucky slid his hand into yours. He tugged you to the driveway, urging you away, and you waved at Tom before the two of you disappeared.
You walked in silence together along the side of the street two houses down before you arrived back at your makeshift home. Even as Bucky opened the door for you and led you inside, he didn’t drop your hand. You stared at him as he stood in the center of the foyer, still as a statue. You squeezed his fingers to draw him back to his body.
“Sorry,” he murmured, releasing his grip. He brushed his hands against his thighs, nervously glancing around the living room.
You moved in front of him, setting your hands on either side of his arms in effort to grab his attention. “Are you alright?”
Bucky clenched his jaw. “You weren’t here when I got back.”
“Yeah, well, Tom needed some help and I had nothing better to do since the ladies at book club were all cleared,” you shrugged, releasing his arms and taking a few defensive steps back. “I didn’t think I had to run everything by you.”
“You don’t,” Bucky replied quickly, a trace of guilt over his features. It had been months since you’d seen the hardened lines on his face soften over like that. It made him look years younger; the same way the cast of moonlight often did when he used to hover helplessly in the doorway by your bedroom. He sighed. “I just... I thought the worst, okay? It’s Friday. Hunt could have had you for all I knew.”
Oh.
You hadn’t even realized what day of the week it was, especially with Friday being marked as the day Jeffrey Hunt was likely meeting with his Hydra handler.
“I didn’t realize,” you admitted slowly.
Bucky pressed his lips to a thin line. “It’s alright. Just... leave a note next time, will you?”
You laughed and it caught you by surprise. It might have been the first time the house had heard something genuine between its walls in all your weeks together. Even Bucky started to crack a smile, though when he felt the push into his cheeks, he stopped himself. The smile slipped away.
“Why do you do that?”
Bucky furrowed his brow; the smile gone as if it had never been there at all. “Do what?”
“Refuse to let yourself be happy,” you said simply, unable to control the words as they left your tongue.
Bucky blinked a few times, his lips parted, unsure of how to respond. For a moment, you thought he might actually tell you the truth, that he might give you an answer for the morning he so quickly pushed you aside and did not once dare to look back.
Instead, he mumbled back, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
You scoffed, pushing past him on the way to the kitchen. “Forget it.”
“Y/n, wait—”
“We can’t keep pretending like nothing ever happened with us, you know,” you said, stilling Bucky dead in his tracks.
He looked as though you’d just ripped the carpet out from under him, allowing him to fall into an endless, dark abyss while you stood watch above. But you couldn’t hold it in any longer – not with the lines blurring between you and a momentary glimpse of the compassion you’d been aching for rose to the surface. The words you’d been holding onto for months started tumbling out.
“You just woke up one day and decided you were done with me and that was it. No explanations. No excuses. Just... nothing. So maybe that means you don’t owe me anything anymore but I’m still your partner on this mission, Bucky, so you should at least owe me the decency of the truth.”
Bucky eyes were on the floor by your feet, shamed like an animal backed into a corner, tail between their legs. You closed the space between you, trying to force Bucky to meet your gaze but he turned away from you at every try.
“God! You won’t even look at me, Bucky! You barely speak to me unless you have to,” you shook your head, tears quickly building behind your eyes though you tried to suffocate them before they could choke you. “I mean, why would you even agree to this mission? Why bother when you clearly can’t even stand to be in the same room as me?”
Bucky shook his head, taking a step closer to you, though you moved back. “That’s not—”
You sniffled; embarrassment long forgotten as you brushed your sleeve against your nose. “I don’t even know what I did wrong.”
His face fell. Stunned. Lips parted; breath caught to his chest. He closed the space between you before you could retreat again and suddenly, his hands were on the sides of your face, desperately wiping away tears as they touched your cheeks.
“Nothing,” Bucky urged, his voice so low, so agonizing, you could barely hear him. It cracked under the effort. “Nothing, sweetheart. I swear on my life. It wasn’t anything you did. It was—”
A chime rang from the phone muffled in Bucky’s jacket. The alarm that triggered when Hunt left his driveway – Bucky's signal to follow. But he didn’t move. Instead, his clenched his jaw, ignoring the chimes as his brushed the hairs away from your eyes so tenderly it would have made your legs weak if not for the gravity of your mission.
“You should go, Bucky,” you said quietly, setting your hands over his own. He shook his head, and you slipping your fingers under his palms, prying his hold from your face. “Go. Do your job.”
Bucky glanced back at the door, wrestling with himself. Eventually his lowered his head, pulling the phone from his pocket and turning off the alarm, though it looked to pain him. He grabbed his keys. “We’ll talk when I get back, okay?”
“Yeah,” you replied evenly. You didn’t believe him.
Bucky held your gaze, slowly inching to the door. “I mean it.”
“Just go, Bucky.”
He sighed and did his best to smile though it was aching and small.
You stayed standing in the foyer long after the door closed behind him. Just as you were finally able to gather the energy to make your way to the kitchen for the takeout leftovers from the night before, you heard a knock at the door.
You narrowed your eyes, confused. Bucky would have used his key.
Arms folded over your chest, you walked closer to the door. The knock rang out again. Through the peep hole, you could vaguely make out Tom’s stature swaying nervously on your front porch. You exhaled a sigh of relief. He must have needed more help with the project for his wife.
You opened the door. “Hi, Tom. What can I—”
It was only then that you saw the gun nestled in the lapel of his jacket; his hand gripped tight to the hilt. He grinned and the red flush in his cheeks bared contrast to the yellowed stains of his teeth. “Hush now, dear.”
You stumbled back inside, quick to reach for the gun hidden under the desk, but Tom shoved his way through the door too quickly and knocked you off balance before you could try. His forearm caged around your neck, the barrel of the gun prodding into your side. You yelped, clawing at his arm though it did no use. He had almost a hundred and fifty pounds on you.
“Where’s your husband now, huh?” he taunted, dragging you to the living room before he tossed you to the floor.
“He’ll be back any second,” you spat as you eyed the gun aimed directly at your chest.
Tom only smirked wider. “No... he won’t. If my calculations are correct – and they are – he'll be out tailing that Hunt for next few hours. Won’t find anything except maybe the grad student he’s been cheating on his wife with. Slimy bastard.”
Your breathing stopped. Tom waved the gun around, going on about how he always knew Jeff was up to no good, and you debated lunging for it. He clearly wasn’t a field operative, but neither were you.
You were an Avenger from behind the screen – a technology and computers expert that sometimes was brought on field ops. You’d had basic training but not enough to disarm a fully loaded weapon. Nat was furious with you for skipping that day. You didn’t want to imagine how angry she’d be when she found you dead because of it.
“Now,” Tom started, crouching down to your eyeline, “I know you’re working with SHIELD, dear, but what I don’t know is how much you know. I’d like to find out before I kill you.”
You swallowed, though you forced your expression as devoid as you could manage. You wouldn’t give him anything. If you could hold out long enough for Bucky to come home, maybe you could walk out of this alive.
“Let’s have some fun,” Tom grinned, tracing the barrel of the gun along your jawline. “Shall we?”
***
You could hardly breathe. Tom added a long nick to your cheek with the tip of the knife he’d stolen from your kitchen. Red glistened from its peak and he shook off the end, the blood adding to the stain before it on the carpet. You pulled at the restraints tying you to the chair, though it only seemed to burn your skin in return – rope rubbing raw wounds until they too were bleeding.
“How many times do I have to ask you, dear?” Tom groaned, massaging his temple with the handle of his gun. “How much information on me have you passed along to your buddies at HQ?”
Your vision was growing dizzy, sweat dripping down from your temples. You would have told him to go to hell if you had the energy for it. Whether it had only been minutes or hours, you couldn’t tell. All you knew was your head was throbbing from the blow you sustained before he tied you to the kitchen chair. The wound on your thigh was still bleeding from where he first jabbed the blade through your muscle. Your jeans were soaked through in blood, the carpet pooled underneath.
Tom paced back and forth along the living room. Knife in his right hand, gun in his left.
“I won’t ask again,” Tom sneered. He cut through the ropes on your wrists and hulled you to your feet. You could hardly stand on you own, let alone fight him. His hand closed around your throat.
But then the living room filled with the steady stream of headlights in the driveway and Tom dragged you to the wall. He clasped his hand over your mouth to silence you as the car door slammed shut outside. You whimpered, clawing at his hand, though it did no use.
The front door opened.
“I’m back,” Bucky called, tossing his keys to the counter. You could hear him shrugging off his coat from the next room over. You tried to scream, but Tom muffled the sound. He poked the knife against your side enough to pierce the skin against your ribcage. Tears prickled in your eyes.
“We got it all wrong,” Bucky continued from the other room. “Hunt isn’t Hydra. He was sneaking out to meet up with a woman downtown. He’s still an asshole but he’s not our guy. Entitled prick.” When you didn’t respond, he paused, footsteps coming to a halt. “Y/n?”
You whined for him, digging your nails into Tom’s hand but you’d lost your strength to the blood on the carpet. If not for Tom, you weren’t sure you’d be standing at all.
“Y/n? Where are you?” Bucky’s voice carried gingerly through the hall. You tried to bite the hand suffocating over your nose and mouth, but the sharp press of the knife dug into your ribs and silenced you immediately.
When Bucky finally stepped into the living room, his weapon was already drawn. To anyone else, his expression might have been cold and emotionless, but you could see the panic break through. Like a series of cracks in a mask, Bucky’s eyes glanced over your body, lingering a second longer on the bloody mess of your thigh. His lip twitched and he readjusted his hold on the gun.
“Get the hell away from her,” Bucky warned, releasing the safety.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Tom taunted. He moved your body like a rag doll against him, placing you strategically in the line of Bucky’s weapon. There was no clear shot that didn’t include a bullet passing through you first.
Bucky clenched his jaw, but still, he didn’t drop his gun. His gaze flickered to the pool of blood running under your bare feet. When looked at Tom again, his stare alone could have buried daggers.
“I’ll kill you for this.” Bucky’s voice dripped of venom.
“You can drop the act, Barnes,” Tom groaned and even Bucky faltered in his stance. The slight waver in the cold, calculating exterior breaking through the surface. Tom grinned. “Yeah, I know it’s you. I’d recognize that mug of yours anywhere. Huh, Soldat?”
You cried out as Tom dug the knife into your side, cutting a streak against your ribs. You tried to choke back the sob before it spilled like damn over a waterfall, but it was suffocating – exhaustion and delirium swaying on the ends of the tide. Bucky flinched at the sound, the hardened features on his face slipping as he watched you.
“Interesting,” Tom sang, releasing his hand from your mouth enough for you to draw in a full breath. It didn’t help the ache in your lungs as each gasp of air felt shallower than the last. He drew the knife up to your throat, holding it steady as you stiffened. Bucky gritted his teeth across the room. Tom noticed.
“It’s not an act at all, is it?” Tom smirked, testing his theory with a small scrape of the blade against your neck. It wasn’t enough to draw blood, but it wasn’t your pain Tom was after.
“Enough!” Bucky yelled, his voice breaking in the effort. His grip against the gun was white knuckled and even the vibranium seemed unsteady. He was desperately trying to get you to look at him, to confirm that you were okay, that you’d make it out of this alive, but you were too far gone for that. It was as if you were seeing straight through him.
Slowly, Bucky exhaled a shaken breath. “Let her go. You can walk away from this, okay? Just—Don't hurt her.”
Tom weighed his options while the edge of the blade danced against your neck. You didn’t breathe in fear of catching the wrong angle. Instead, you kept your stare focused in Bucky’s direction – even if he was doubling in your vision and blurred at his distance. You could see his outline and the reflection of black metal against the glimmer of stars beyond the window; small comforts to hold onto if they were to be the last of what you saw.
Tom stilled then, dangerously silent as he calmly stared down the Winter Soldier. He adjusted his hold on the hilt.
“There’s no scenario where I walk out of here, Barnes,” Tom sneered, his fingers digging into your arm as he held you against his chest, blocking Bucky’s shot, “but I sure as hell can do some damage on my way out.”
Searing hot pain. It was all you could feel as you numbly looked down to find the knife embedded in your stomach. Your hands hovered over the hilt, trembling, before Tom viciously ripped it away and blood spewed in its wake. Blood rushed between your fingers as a thunderous echo rang out. You hardly noticed it at all.
Bucky rushed across the room, catching you before your legs had a chance to give out. Bar soap and fresh laundry, though it was soured by the sweat at his collar, the panic etched into his very bones. He caged you gently in his arms, his touch paper thin as he guided you to the floor. His hands quickly pressed to the open wound on your stomach, desperate to stop the bleeding.
“You’re alright. You’re okay,” Bucky repeated on an endless loop, murmured softly under his breath, arguing with the gods and demanding control over fate itself. Blood seeped between his fingers, oozing into the carpet to match the stain made from the wound in your leg.
“Tom...?” you exhaled, barely a breath.
“Dead.” He didn’t spare a glance to the body laying a few feet away, a bullet nestled between the man’s eyes. He’d only made it a few steps in his escape before Bucky took him out with a single, clean shot.
You tried to sit up to get a better look but suddenly you were choking, and blood spilled from the corners of your lips. Bucky rubbed his hand over your back as you spit the coppery crimson onto the floor. You sank back into the carpet.
“Easy, sweetheart,” Bucky cooed as he readjusted his hands over your stomach. He pressed a little harder and you didn’t so much as wince. The pain wasn't there anymore. Tears burned in your eyes, slipping down the sides of your face as you stared up at him. Bucky’s lower lip was tugged between his teeth, his eyes red with strain. He was breathing too quickly, his body trembling.
“Bucky,” you called, unsure if he could even hear you until blue eyes snapped to yours. Fear crept in; slow at first and then so suddenly it felt as if you’d been drowned in it. “Don’t... Don’t let me die.”
Bucky blinked away tears though he looked ready to collapse. “Nothing’s going to happen to you, okay? I’ve got you. I’ll take good care of you, honey.”
“Promise you won’t leave me,” you murmured, words slurring together, your gaze beginning to lose focus. Then, a darkness closed in around your vision, tunneling. It was comforting, you thought. Inviting. You could still feel the pressure of Bucky’s hands on your stomach as your eyes fluttered shut.
“Hey... Hey!” Bucky’s voice called, snapping you awake. You struggled to even open your eyes, a deep heaviness lulling you back to the darkness. You tried to focus on the fracturing shades stormy blue staring back at you, clouding over in waves of fear so strong it might consume him whole, but he felt too far away. You tried to reach for him, but you couldn’t move your hands. Too heavy. Too heavy. Too—
“Stay with me!” Bucky begged, but you were drifting under the water and you could not hear him crying about the surface. “Please, sweetheart. I need to you stay with me. There’s... There’s too much I gotta say to you. Don’t do this. Please. Don’t leave me.”
You tried to gasp for air but your lungs were already filled with water. You couldn’t speak his name, couldn’t touch his face, couldn’t tell him you would be okay like you so desperately wanted to. You were slipping, taken by the hand and pulled back into the comfort of the shadows.
When your eyes fell closed again, Bucky started screaming. He shook your body, his face pressed to your neck, tears to your skin. You couldn’t find the strength to come back to him when he called.
***
You woke with a sharp catch of breath. Blinded by the sun streaming in from the windows and the reflection of a colorless room, you rubbed at your eyes until you were able to adjust to the light. The room smell of rubbing alcohol and cleaning supplies, the steady rhythm of the heart monitor hanging over your bed the only thing keeping you grounded as the dizziness quickly took hold.
A dull, aching numbness swept through your body at even the slightest movement. Pain in your left thigh, agony in your stomach. Flashes of the neighbor you’d foolishly trusted impeded your vision – the gun he’d used to subdue you, the knife he stole from your kitchen and carved against your skin, the blade he dove straight through you.
You lifted the blanket to find bandages wrapped around each, barely even pink in their color around the wounds. You could still hear the echo of Bucky's scream as the knife buried into you, the devastating break in his voice as he sprinted across the room to catch you before you fell. It was all you could remember, but it was agony.
Then, you heard a groan tremble beside you. To your right, Bucky sat slumped over in a rather uncomfortable looking chair. His hands were folded at his chest, his elbows propping him up against the arms of the chair he was practically slipping out of. Still, his eyes were closed as he leaned his head to rest against the wall.
You wondered how much time had passed. Bucky was dressed in clean clothes, the blood stains washed from his hand and between the metal panels. Even the bandages around your wound seemed to have been changed several times, enough time passing to give your body time to heal.
The intercom above chimed, paging for a unit to a room a few down from yours, and Bucky scrunched his nose at the intrusion to his sleep. He exhaled a heavy breath, rubbing at his face before slowly, opening his eyes.
The moment his gaze met yours, Bucky scrambled out of his chair, nearly tripping over his feet.
“Y/n?” he asked, as if maybe he were dreaming. He appeared unsteady in his stance, swaying on unstable foundations. He wore dark circles under his eyes, his hair unkempt and messy from the restless sleep in an old, hospital chair.
“M’okay,” you murmured, though your throat was impossibly dry. Bucky quickly grabbed the cup of water at your bedside and held the straw to your lips, gingerly encouraging you to drink. His fingers grazed your lips, his thumb tracing sweetly against your jaw as you drank. Then, when you were finished, he pulled away, setting the cup back on the nightstand.
“I didn’t... I didn’t know if you would...What I would have done if...” Bucky stuttered, unable to finish a sentence as he sank into the chair beside you. Instead, he resorted to gathering your hand between his own – nestled tenderly between the comfort of flesh and metal as he tried to convey in his touch what he could not with words. You watched as he slowly brought your hand to his lips and kissed your fingers. He offered you a smile then, one softer than you’d ever seen touch his face. Your heart sank.
He was still performing. Still wearing the disguise of his cover. Still feigning an affection he would not dare to show you in the comfort of closed doors. It was worse, you decided, to watch him pretend than for him to feel nothing for you at all. You slid your hand away from his hold, cradling it against your chest.
“Y/n?” Hurt flashes over his features.
“You can stop. It’s over, Bucky,” you sighed. The red heat of embarrassment coursed under your skin as you turned to the window, unable to look him in fear of crying. “You don’t have to pretend to care for me anymore. The mission’s done.”
Bucky swallowed, an agonizing silence followed. Then, as if he’d been holding it in for months, Bucky whispered, “I’m so sorry, Y/n.”
You stilled, though you did not turn a glimpse over your shoulder. Instead, you held your gaze on the birds perched upon the willow beyond the window. They were nothing but a blur painted over the pink dust of flowered branches, but you could not bear the shame of allow Bucky to see your tears.
Bucky exhaled a shaken breath, his knuckles cracking at his wrung at his hands. His head bowed low; you could only vaguely capture the outline of his reflection on the window pane.
“I’m sorry,” Bucky said again, his voice heavy with remorse, "that I ever made you believe it was an act.”
You look at him then only to be met with tears glistening over crystalline blue, plagued by a sea of red. Bucky shook his head, his lips trembling as he sank down to his knees on the floor by your bedside. He hung his head, hands digging into one another in his lap – metal tearing at reddened skin.
“I didn’t think... I never thought it would have caused you this much pain,” Bucky confessed. “I was so terrified of you, Y/n -- of how much I needed you. I never understood how you could absolve me so easily of the things I’d done. You were nothing but kind to me. Loving when I didn’t deserve it. You made me whole again and I – I was a coward.”
Bucky lifted his head then, tears openly lined down his cheeks, nestling into the soft scruff along his beard line. His whole body was shaking.
“I turned you away because I couldn’t accept it. I couldn’t believe it was real and that I could... I could be worthy of something like that. Your love.” Bucky clenched his jaw, wincing as though he bit straight through his teeth. “I convinced myself I couldn’t have it. I didn’t deserve it, Y/n. I wanted you to—to give your heart to someone who could take care of you. I never—I never wanted to hurt you, but it’s all I do, Y/n. I don’t know how to stop...”
“Bucky...” his name fell from your lips, aching, stunned.
But Bucky couldn’t hear you, not past the scream of his demons pressing down against his neck. “I took the mission because I’m selfish. I’m selfish because I just wanted more time with you. I wanted to pretend like everything was okay and I could love you the way you deserved. I could give you the life you deserved. The white picket fence and the shiny ring and the peaceful quiet of a life without Hydra. But—But all I did was make this worse. I hurt you and you almost died because of it.”
“Bucky,” you called his name again, firmer this time. A groan pressed at your lips as you reached down for Bucky’s hand. He quickly offered it to you, crawling back up to his chair, only to keep you from exerting more effort. The ache subsided as you brought Bucky’s hand to your lap, drawing your fingertips over the gold streaks lining his palm.
“I don’t know how to make this right,” Bucky whispered defeatedly. “I don’t know how to ask for forgiveness for the pain I put you through.” He closed his eyes as you drew your finger over his lifeline.
“Just do one thing for me,” you proposed and Bucky nodded his head.
“Anything.”
“Promise me you mean it this time.” A sob broke through before you could swallow it back and suddenly, Bucky was perched at the edge of the bed, his hands gently pulling you against his chest. You nestled your face to the crook of his neck as his hands gently eased along your spine. You trembled in his hold.
“I promise, sweetheart,” Bucky cooed, his breath warm against your hair. “I swear it on my life that this is the truth. I’m done punishing myself. I’m done pushing you away. I’m yours. If you ever forgive me. If you ever want me. I’m yours.”
You laid your head against the damp fabric on his chest, stained with tears, and you wrapped your arms at his waist. His heart was pounding inside his chest, though it began to even the longer you held one another.
“I’m yours, too,” you murmured against his chest and you felt it when his breath hitched. His whole body stiffened, stunned, before he relaxed against you. His lips grazed your forehead. You tilted your head to look at him, meeting the most stunning shade of blue, before you closed the space between you.
So sacred that he hadn’t once dared to cross this line before, not even under the guise of your covers, Bucky held your face as if you were made of the least treasures in the universe. He handled so you gently, his lips grazing sweetly over yours, his entire life in every breath. When he finally came up for air, you were both smiling. A little exhausted – tired from the months of heartache and weak from the injuries on your body – and still, you couldn’t stop the grin from reaching your eyes, bubbling a laugh in your chest.
“Hey, Bucky?”
He softened, brushing the hair from your eyes. He leaned in to kiss your temple. “Yes, sweetheart?”
“Let’s stay out of the suburbs for a while, okay?”
Bucky laughed at that, nodding along. He helped to ease you back down to the bed, curling his body gingerly along the outer edge. He didn’t have much room, but he didn’t seem to mind, not as he laid his head beside yours, his fingers tracing along the lines of your face, dipping down your neck to your collarbone. He kissed your shoulder and for the first time in months, sleep came to you kindly.
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