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sj-ficrecs · 3 years

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fic rec 13!

just a collection of what I’ve been reading and enjoying lately! as usual, no specific order. :)

This is purely a fic rec blog, always reblogging fics I enjoy. usually Bucky x reader, sometimes Steve x reader, Chris Beck x reader, etc. So check out more I’ve reblogged on this page. :) See my past fic recs below:

PREVIOUS FIC RECS HERE! // Q & A

Bucky x reader:

For the Love of the Game by @pellucid-constellations college athlete!Bucky x reader

“Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it.”

Run to You by @specialk-18 bodyguard/army vet!Bucky x actress!reader

“Being a protector…Bucky knew that feeling all too well – serving in the military would do that to a man. But Bucky swore to himself he was out of that life. All until a job fell into his lap that he just couldn’t resist.”

Appointments by @buckycuddlebuddy Bucky x reader

“bucky barnes, finally being able to live freely in the 21st century, accidentally gets a fuck budy and starts to rediscover himself. the only weird thing about this situation is that you have to make an appointment to get railed by him.”

before sunset, I fell by @buckysbiota modern!Bucky x reader

“apparently, when you stay in the honeymoon suite, the husband and the ring on your left hand come with the package. *terms and conditions apply. refunds are not issued.*”

As it Was, Baby by @nexusnyx Bucky x reader

“Living right across from James Barnes was certainly an experience, but a much different one than most people expect. A neighbor who is respectful, funny and brings you food every now and then is any girl’s dream. Too bad you’re only his neighbor and nothing else. Or, at least, that’s what you thought. One stormy night changes everything and discovering that you mean more to the Sargent than you expected has life-altering consequences.”

Sweet Eyes-Verse by @houseravenclaws high school!Bucky x high school!reader (of age)

“in which bucky wants to take you on a date and you keep saying no. good thing, he doesn’t give up on what he wants.”

and he kissed me right here by @sunmoonandbucky modern!Bucky x reader

“I’ve always been sure that all I ever wanted was a glamorous life.”

Along Came You by @world-of-aus Mechanic!Bucky x reader, past Steve x reader

“It was always supposed to be you and Steve, till it wasn’t.”

Groupie Luv by @qyllenhaal rockstar!Bucky x reader

“Y/n wasn’t sure how the night attending her first concert would go, but she certainly didn’t expect to get her cherry picked by her favorite rockstar.”

Blink Twice by @simmerandwrite Bucky x reader

“It was just an undetermined amount of time in a safehouse with a stranger: Bucky “I didn’t come here to make friends” Barnes himself. Would it really be all that different from your lonely life with your cat in the city? Bucky was basically a cat, anyway. He was quiet on his feet, only really made noise when it was dinner time, and you both seemed to just coexist without acknowledging each other. His mandate was to keep you safe. What could go wrong?”

Hiding in the Shadows by @fandoms-writings Prince!Bucky x Princess!reader

“You were destined to marry the prince of the neighboring kingdom, but some people will do anything to keep that from happening.”

Until We Close Our Eyes (sequel to no rest for the wicked) by @abovethesmokestacks trucker!Bucky x reader

Meeting trucker!Bucky on the road....and again...and again ;)

I’m Not Like That by @classylo lawyer!Bucky x lawyer!reader

“Bucky and Reader are co-workers at a law firm and there has always been some tension but neither make a move, especially when reader learns of his habits with other women. The two are then tasked to go on a business trip…will someone finally make their move?”

Biker Bar by @cxddlyash (Other parts for this story found on full masterlist!) biker!Bucky x reader

based on the prompt: “One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss.”

alpha!Bucky drabble by @angrythingstarlight alpha!Bucky x omega!reader

alpha Bucky who never thought he’d be able to find an omega after everything he’s been through but now there’s reader who’s precious and ready to have pups with him.

Fading by @mymoonagedaydream Bucky x reader

“Alone in the middle of nowhere and feeling yourself slowly fading, all you could do was try to keep yourself alive.”

Floating by @mymoonagedaydream college!Bucky x reader

“Hiding your phobias from your closest friends may not have been the best idea- you were definitely about to pay for it.”

For the Love of Books by @jobean12-blog bookstore owner!Bucky x reader

“You’re starting your first year of your PhD program in Literature and the first day is rough but thankfully you find solace in a lovely little bookshop/cafe and the handsome and sweet owner.”

In Shades of Purple by @wkemeup Bucky x reader

“While on a mission, you uncover footage of the Winter Soldier Project, exposing just how much torture Bucky had endured.”

Burn by @boxofbonesfic firefighter!Bucky x reader

sequel to Siren. “Bucky gets some use out of his bat.”

Peanut Butter Passion by @sagechanoafterdark Bucky x reader

“Based off THIS reddit post” LOL

Begin Again by @elizamalfoyy modern!Bucky x reader

“After a terrible ending to an established relationship, you find yourself giving up on love forever. You’ve got it in your mind that all love ever does is end; That is until you go shopping with your friends Wanda and Natasha and meet Bucky. Things with him are simply platonic until he asks you on a date, and after 8 months of trying to get over your ex, you hesitantly agree.”

Best Friend’s Brother by @buckysbabygorl modern!Bucky x reader

“Y/N goes up to her friend’s ‘summer house’ for spring break to forget about the daily stress of being a student. She’s ready to let loose and have fun, but she wasn’t prepared to meet her friend’s attractive older brother.”

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sunshinebuckybarnes · 3 years

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It’s that time again my dudes! I actually thought I’d not read as much in July but boy was I wrong! As always please make sure you check the warnings for each individual fic before reading. You are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ and the majority of these fics contain adult themes.

Make sure you give these incredible writer’s some love and reblogs because they deserve the damn world! Hope you enjoy these as much as I did 💖💖

✨ @jobean12-blog

*Boys in bed with books

The staring contest (Bucky x reader)

✨ @syntheticavenger

*Anonymous (Andy Barber x female reader)

*Time to run (Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Female Reader)

Deception (Soft Dark! Steve Rogers x Female Reader)

✨ @mypoisonedvine

Seven against one (dark!Howling Commandos x reader)

✨ @gogolucky13

*Southpaw (boxer!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Tainted love (70spornstar!Bucky Barnes x 70spornstar!Reader)

Don't fear the reaper (WS!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

✨ @navybrat817

Destroy (Bucky Barnes x female reader)

*Howling commandos tattoo au (Bucky Barnes x female reader x Steve Rogers)

✨ @tuiccim

*Positions and pleasures (Steve Rogers x Reader)

*A scarred enigma (Bucky Barnes x OC Lexa Green)

✨ @bucksfucks

Dead of night (bucky barnes/winter soldier x f!reader)

Mr brightside (ex’s!dad!bucky x f!reader)

Forbidden fruit (dad’sbestfriend!bucky x f!reader)

Left gasping for air (bucky barnes x f!reader)

*The bodyguard (bodyguard!bucky x stark!reader (adopted))

*Fake boyfriend real orgasms (roommate!bucky x f!reader)

✨ @lex-the-flex

Catnip (Bucky Barnes x reader)

✨ @jurassicbarnes

*What a night (Bucky Barnes x Reader (TFATWS))

✨ @wkemeup

Suburbia (bucky x reader)

✨ @nastybuckybarnes

*Madness (Dark!Steve X Reader)

✨ @bemine-bucky

Insomnia / daydream (Reader x Bucky Barnes)

Who's your daddy (Destroyer!Chris x Reader)

✨ @extremelyblackandwhite

*Innocence (bodyguard!bucky barnes x innocent actress!reader)

✨ @cockslut-padalecki

When daddy's not around (DadsBestFriend!Bucky x F!Reader)

✨ @metalbuckaroo

Diner (Biker!Bucky x F!Reader)

To the edge (Stripper!Bucky x Innocent!Reader)

✨ @buckyhoney

The bar rules (bartender!bucky x reader)

✨ @sweetlyscared

Zero-sum game (Dark!SilverFox Andy Barber x Fem!Reader)

✨ @the-iceni-bitch

Fight so dirty (Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader)

Tied up and twisted (soft!dark CEO!Steve Rogers x fem!reader)

✨ @geminixevans

His cherry (Andy Barber x Black Reader)

✨ @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Jealous boy (Jake Jensen x female reader)

✨ @dreamlessinparis

Lessons in temptation (Andy Barber x Fem!Reader x Ari Levinson)

✨ @stargazingfangirl18

Misconceptions (Ransom Drysdale x female!reader)

*Necessary arrangements

Just desserts (Steve Rogers x female!reader)

✨ @msmarvelwrites

Sleeping with ghosts (Bucky x assassin!reader)

✨ @buckys-darling

Soft skin, soft eyes (Steve Rogers x Reader)

✨ @buckyjamess

*Girl with the lion (detective!bucky barnes x female!reader)

✨ @starbuckie

In two years (college!bestfriend’sbrother!bucky barnes x reader)

✨ @imanuglywombat

Comme Trois Lapins Qui Baisent (AU Steve Rogers x Reader x Peggy Carter)

✨ @chouettedubois

If I only had a heart (Bucky x f!Reader)

✨ @lokithealligator

*Born in flames (Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

✨ @marvelswh0re

All in good time (Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader)

✨ @sweetflowerdreams

*The lunch club (Andy Barber x Reader)

✨ @certainaesthetic

*Back and forth (roommate!steve x woc!reader)

✨ @ritesofreverie

Nobody does it like you do (divorced dilf!bucky x fem!reader)

✨ @angrythingstarlight

Come here and show me (Beefy lumberjack Steve x reader)

✨ @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog

Need you tonight (Andy Barber x Reader x Chris (Destroyer))

✨ @firefly-in-darkness

All yours (Steve Rogers x Reader)

✨ @holdontorogers

*Will you teach me (Steve Rogers x agent!reader)

✨ @boxofbonesfic

Judge & jury (Serial Killer!Steve x Reader)

✨@labella420

Unexpected showers (Business CEO!Steve Rogers x Female Reader)

✨ @marvelmaree

Mistakes (Bodyguard!Sam Wilson x Black F!Reader)

✨ @whiskey-cokenfanfic

Something different (Steve Rogers x Reader x Thor)

✨ @sinner-as-saint

Yes daddy (Sambucky x Reader)

✨ @buckybarneschokeme

If you could see what I see (Soft!Bucky x Reader)

✨ @mysecretlittlelibrary

Teaching and old dog new tricks (Steve Rogers x Reader)

✨ @starlightrogers

The first time (Bucky Barnes x reader)

✨ @river-soul

Shelter (Soft Dark!Curtis Everett x Reader)

✨ @holacia2

Goodbye kisses (Ransom Drysdale x reader)

✨ @sagechanoafterdark

Toys in the attic (Bucky x reader)

✨ @thefallenbibliophilequote

Forever (Bucky x Reader)

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mypoisonedvine · 4 years

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Seeing Red | bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x actress!reader (part 1)

summary: bucky used to brag that he didn’t have a celebrity crush, or really care about famous people at all, which is what made him the perfect person to start working for a celebrity like yourself. except, of course, it’s just his luck that he’d fall for you.

word count: 2875

warnings: smut... sort of (oral f receiving), voyeurism/exhibitionism (kinda?), touch of angst, lots of pining and awkwardness, jealous bucky being jealous, alcohol use (reader gets drunk)

Nothing annoyed you like being surrounded by stylists and being primped and prodded for hours at a time. It made you feel claustrophobic to be touched so much: makeup artists only inches from your face, tailors watching you change, hairstylists nearly spraying you in the eye or burning you on the forehead every few minutes.

Not to mention how uncomfortable it was to actually be in the whole get-up once they were done.

But, such was the nature of a red carpet event. This one was going to be particularly bland because it wasn't even a premiere or awards event but a launch party for a perfume campaign. How lame is that? It's one of those things that really only exists so that there can be pictures of it to put in a magazine, because they're always running out of good pictures of celebrities to publish.

Finally all dolled up to the point that you didn't look even very much like yourself anymore, your assistant accompanied you downstairs and into your driveway where your car was waiting; and, more importantly, its driver and your driver, Bucky.

He was a gruff sort of guy; certainly a man of few words and many brooding glares. Sometimes you thought he didn't like you— like maybe he resented your fame or something— but then he'd turn around and be so sweet all of a sudden and you didn't know what to think. For one, he demanded to open the door for you every time you got out of the car. Sometimes he even extended his hand for you to grab on to, which was especially useful for red carpet events when you were usually wearing skinny heels that were impossible to balance on.

Such was the case tonight as well, and you smiled up at him as he helped you out of the car and up towards the steps of the venue.

"Thank you," you smiled at him, and he barely smiled back.

"Have a good night, madam," he suggested, a formal stuffiness to the way he addressed you.

You nodded, "You too!" That made you pause, though, because you weren't sure what his night would entail at all. "Say, what is it that you do when I'm at an event like this?"

He seemed confused by your question. "Um, I sit in the car and wait until you're ready to leave."

Guilt seared in your chest and you frowned. "That's it? You don't, like, go out? Catch a movie?"

"Nope. That would prevent me from doing my other job, which is watching the points of entry to make sure there aren't any threats to security going in."

"Right…" you trailed off. "You could always come in, you know, grab some free drinks and stuff."

"I thought you didn't want any of your team following you around at events."

"Yeah, don't follow me around, just mingle and kill some time!"

Bucky shook his head. "If I'm not there as your driver or as your security, then I'm not there."

You shrugged. "Suit yourself, but please feel free to, like, get some food or whatever you wanna do while I'm in there! Don't just wait on me!"

He smiled, but it looked a little rehearsed. "Thank you, madam."

You realized he'd been holding your hand through the entire conversation, cause you'd asked him your question midway through getting out of the car. Awkwardly, you finally dropped his hand and waved goodbye, escorting yourself up the last few steps and into the door.

God, he must think I'm such a freak.

God, she must think I'm such a freak.

Bucky munched on the sandwich he'd had delivered (yes, to the car, how else was he supposed to get it?) as he dutifully watched the entrance. Against your advice, he had every intention of just sitting around and waiting for you, but he wasn't bored; he had a Mets game on the radio to keep him company.

"— top of the third, bases loaded, DeGrom is at the plate with one swing left aaaaaand… he strikes out!"

"Shit," Bucky grumbled to himself around a mouthful of pastrami.

Glancing up, he saw someone stumbling out of the party: squinting, he realized it was you. He looked at the clock with a furrowed brow, noticing it was a little earlier than he'd thought you'd leave, but then he saw that there was someone with you… a guy.

Bucky set his sandwich down and turned the key in the ignition as he watched you pull your phone out of your clutch— ostensibly to text him to bring the car around, but he was already ahead of you, quickly exiting the parking lot and circling the building so he could pull up at the steps. He was about to get out to open the door for you but this random guy did it instead, before tumbling in after you.

"That tickles!" you protested with a giggle as your new friend started to kiss your neck, his hands all over you before Bucky had even gotten the car moving.

You were too drunk and distracted to notice that the partition was still open. Of course Bucky had considered closing it, in fact he wanted more than anything to close it so he wouldn't have to see this, but some sick part of his brain needed to see it. How else could he know if something went wrong and he had to get back there and stop it? How else would he keep you safe?

How else would he get to find out how you sound when you're being touched like this?

He couldn't see too well with it being the middle of the night and all, but every time he drove past a streetlamp or particularly bright neon sign, the colorful glow would shine in and cast light over your neck where your head had fallen back in pleasure; or your collarbones, exposed where your dress had been pulled down; or your chest, rising quickly with the speed of your panting breaths.

Ogling you in the rearview mirror made him feel like a total creep, but it satisfied a bit of the urge he'd been feeling ever since he started driving you. He wasn't actually a driver, at least not usually; he was more or less your bodyguard at this point, but you were really adamant about having a small detail and so that was why he was working double-duty tonight… and why he'd been doing so for almost three months now.

"Baby," you gasped, and his eyes shot right back to your reflection; you were writhing against the seat, and he could just barely see the top of the guy's head where it was buried between your legs. You took your bottom lip between your teeth, lips curling into a relaxed smile. His cock was not only hard but throbbing at this point, as if that was going to do him any good. He barely ever got to look at you, and he knew he would never, ever be able to touch you— beyond holding your hand as you stepped out of the car, at least. Whenever he did that, he imagined for a moment that he wasn't your driver at all but your date, that he would get to keep your hand as he guided you down the red carpet with him. Not that he wanted any of the attention that you got, of course, but at the same time he did like the idea of all those photographers snapping pictures of his arm around your waist, or you looking up at him with your hand on his chest. They'd all run stories wondering what a beautiful, successful, massively talented woman like you was doing with a guy like him, but he wouldn't find the energy to care about crap like that if he had you all to himself.

Another whimper from you pulled him out of his daydream, reminding him to focus on the road as best he could. He knew you would hate him if you knew that he'd thought about you like that. Or if you knew about all those times he'd checked in on you while you slept at night and lingered a bit too long. Or if you knew that he had rewatched that one sex scene you'd done in your last movie about a thousand times. It always broke his heart to see you underneath some other guy (his name was either Dermot Mulroney or Dylan McDermott or possibly Dermot McDermott?) and yet it turned him on like nothing else to watch you immersed in pleasure. Similarly, now, he couldn't stand knowing it was someone else making you moan the way he was hearing, but it was the best he was ever gonna get.

"Oh god," you sighed, "fuck, yes, yes, oh my god yes—"

His grip tightened on the steering wheel and it must have been the noise of the leather stretching that made you notice him; as if every dream and nightmare of his was coming true at once, your gaze met his in the reflection of the rearview.

He was so screwed, and he was totally going to get fired tomorrow, but he couldn't look away. Your eyes were like dark magic the way they pulled him in, kept him locked on you as his face started to burn so hot it could cook an egg.

Staring you down, he saw your mouth fall slack as your hands reached down to grab your date's hair and tighten into fists. Shivers shot down his spine as he imagined the way it would feel if you pulled his hair like that.

The longer you kept looking at him, the more a very dangerous thought danced in the back of his mind…

What if she wants me to watch?

Which, even more concerningly, started to slowly morph into another idea…

What if she wants me?

He was sure you were coming. It wasn't obvious; you didn't say anything, didn't moan too loud, didn't scream or sob or call out any names (which made it easier to pretend it was for him) but he could tell. Your swollen lips were parted silently as he watched your breath catch in your chest, and your hands clenched around fistfuls of hair. What he would give for you to pull his hair like that, and come for him like that— except he wouldn't have stopped there, unlike your current companion who was already moving back up your body to kiss you hungrily.

He'd always thought you had really pretty hands, and they looked pretty good sliding over the back of this guy's suit jacket, but he liked them best when they gently pushed him off. "We're almost there," you mumbled as Bucky turned the car into the driveway, using his fob to open the gate.

Once he'd come to a stop outside your door and turned off the engine, the three of you exited and stood up as you yawned and stretched.

"You'll take Jack here home, right?" you asked Bucky quickly.

"It's Jake…" the man corrected with hesitance.

"Right, Jake," you smiled, "you'll take him to his place, right?"

Bucky gave the guy a smile dripping with gloating contempt, loving the disappointed look he was wearing as he realized he wasn't going to be spending the night in your bed. "It'd be my pleasure," he announced coldly.

"Great, thanks," you sighed. Standing on your tiptoes to give the guy a kiss on the cheek and a pat on the shoulder, you thanked him for a great night and made your way into the house.

Jake looked around in confusion for a moment before getting back in the car along with Bucky, sighing and running his fingers through his hair.

"What address am I going to?"

"Uh, 333 15th Street, in Brooklyn," the guy replied, pausing to let out a soft but incredulous laugh as the car began to move. "Level with me, man: does she… do this kind of thing, a lot? You know: bring guys over, make it seem like something's gonna… happen, but then just send ‘em back home and never call again?"

With a silent glare, Bucky rolled up the partition.

You heard the front door, even from your current location of the shower upstairs, and knew Bucky was home— okay, not exactly ‘home’ since he didn't leave here full-time, but home in the sense that he was in your home and in the place he would be staying tonight. You just hoped he'd actually stopped the car before kicking Jake out; he never cared much for when you had guys over or really just interacted with guys at all, because of the "security risks" or whatever.

Next, you heard him coming up the stairs and passing by your door. "Hey, Bucky, you out there?" you called to him.

"Yeah, what is it?" he answered through the door. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I just—" you stopped when you heard the crinkling of paper. "What is that? Do you have food?"

"Um, yeah," he answered.

Your stomach growled; the event had only had tiny hors d'oeuvres, and the alcohol in your system enhanced your desire for a midnight snack. "What kinda food?"

"It's a sandwich— well, what's left of one: I was eating it while I waited for you."

"Are you gonna finish it?" you asked curiously.

"No, I was thinking I'd put it in the fridge for tomorrow."

You paused a bit before asking, "Can I have it?"

"Yeah, sure, you can get it in the morning—" he began.

"No, now!" you clarified.

There was a pause before he responded. "Right now? In the shower?"

"Yeah, just bring it in here!"

"I-I'll let you finish showering first—" he stammered.

"No, Bucky," you whined, "just come in here! I'm hungry!"

Another pause before he finally opened the door, his blurry figure visible through the steam-covered frosted glass.

"What's on it?" you asked as you washed the last of your shampoo out of your hair.

"It's pastrami on rye with jalapeños, fresh mozzarella, pesto and some sort of spicy aioli or something."

"Ooh, come to mama," you purred as you reached over the top of the door with opening-and-closing grabby hands, squeeing with glee when he placed the wax paper package in your grasp.

"Okay, enjoy your drunken shower sandwich," he congratulated grimly, about to turn and leave.

"No, wait, where'd you get this?" you asked as you leaned out of the stream of hot water to unwrap your bounty.

"Uh, you know the deli on 8th and Columbus?"

"You went all the way out there?"

"No, I had it delivered."

You snorted with laughter. "Couldn't leave me alone for even a minute, huh?"

"Well, I fully intended on leaving you alone for this shower."

But you didn't really notice that comment because you'd just taken a bite and couldn't stop yourself from moaning loudly around it. "Oh my god, Bucky, this is so good!"

He cleared his throat. "Uh, glad you like it."

"You have good taste in sandwiches!"

"I think the word for 'taste in sandwiches' is just 'taste,’” he pointed out, his smirk audible in his voice.

"Can we go to this place tomorrow and you can order for me?"

"We can do whatever you want tomorrow," he relented.

"If you drive, I'll pay,” you offered.

"I always drive. And you always pay,” he pointed out.

You frowned, not visible to him through the steamy glass. "I do?"

"You pay my salary, so, yeah…"

You laughed, a little too hard. "You're so smart!"

"Sure,” he replied quickly.

“Okay, I’m almost done in here,” you informed him.

“With the sandwich or the shower?”

You laughed with a little snort, which would’ve embarrassed sober you. “Both!”

“Okay, I’ll leave you to it then,” he replied, starting to go back out the door.

“See you tomorrow, Bucky,” you waved even though he couldn’t see it.

“I don’t know that I will,” he admitted, “you’ll probably be hungover and lock yourself in your room all day.”

“Hmm, possibly,” you agreed as you pondered that. “Then I guess just ‘goodnight,’ and I’ll see you when I see you.”

“Goodnight,” he replied and stepped out of the bathroom— you could hear him go downstairs and shut the door to his room, and you glanced down at the last bite of your/his sandwich with a smile.

You must have gotten in bed at some point, cause that was the last thing you could really remember before you woke up a bit before noon, bright orange sunlight shining directly on your face where it rested on the pillow. You groaned and turned over, feeling like your brain was too big for your skull. You sat up when you saw a menagerie of unfamiliar items on your nightstand. A bottle of pedialyte, a bottle of Fiji water, a few aspirin, an orange and a banana waited for you in a pile, with a little piece of paper sitting in front which you read.

Hope you’re feeling alright, these might help in the meantime. -B

You smiled, twisting open the Fiji and taking a sip. Bucky always took such good care of you, even in ways he didn’t need to. What would you do without him?

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes x y/n

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bluemusickid · 4 years

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𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

(Last updated: 15th May, 2022)

Welcome to my playground, where there are no rules except to have fun hoeing! Oh, and ALL my work is 18+, so fair warning. Minors please stay away! I try to not describe the reader at all, to ensure a better immersive experience. Enjoy!! My requests are closed for now; will reopen them probably later. Thanks!

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In the end, it's you and I: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

The Mark of An Angel: Steve Rogers x Fem! Reader (Dibs' Body Positivity Challenge 2021) (cw: body negativity, intense body dysmorphia)

The Learning Curve: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Stoking the Ember: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader (Merry Hoemas Challenge 2020)

Dire Consequences: Mob!Boss Steve x Fem!Reader (Cloudystevie's 4k challenge)

I See Red: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader (Hoelentine's Day Challenge, 2021)

Are you Mine?: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader (Dark fic, please read warnings)

A Deal With Drysdale: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Femme Fatale: Ransom Drysdale x Conwoman!Reader

Desk Shenanigans : Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Lifeguard!Chris

Chris on a Videocall

Ari's torso: Hoe Thots Part 2

Ransom being...well, Ransom

Hugging Chris from Behind

A Heart of Gold: Biker!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Saccharine Sweet: Bryce Langley x Fem!Reader

The Naughty List: Jake Jensen x Fem!Reader (Happy Hoelidays Challenge 2020)

Baker’s Delight: Jake Jensen x Fem!Reader

That Blue-Eyed Boy: Gym!Trainer Jake Jensen x Fem!Reader

Enigmatic Illusions (on hiatus): CEO!Curtis Everett x Fem!Reader (a lil' dark) Part 1 || Part 2

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folklorefairyy · 3 years

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* my all time faves!

celebration post !

this list could be so much longer and there are some amazing moots i have that i havent included or haven’t had the chance to read for (namely bucky since that list is so big dhdhd) and so check out the moots tagged on my celebration post and go check out all their works because they are genuinely amazing)

i might do another of these one day so that i can get more fics on but just know if you’re a moot and i havent included a fic of yours i love your work and i love you and i just think ur amazing

➱ Bucky Barnes

wakanda by @buckybarnesdiaries *

Steve gives you Bucky's dog tags for a reason.

froot loops by @burninmatches // more than just destruction *

bucky helps you during a tough time and maybe your relationship is not just mentor and student.

drunk in love by @burninmatches

you got infected by the love serum and now you’ve fallen in love with one of your closests friends, peter parker. what happens to your boyfriend, bucky barnes?

as long as i’m here, no one can hurt you by @blackberrybucky *

bucky holds you through the sadness

i’d never hurt you by @cap-n-stuff *

bucky x short!civilian!fem!reader who meet in Bucharest with reader as a tourist and as Bucky’s getting his plums reader trips and catches her - a relationship ensues yet the fairytale comes crashing down when Bucky is framed for the UN bombing and Steve and Sam come to get him

innocence by @extremelyblackandwhite

bucky barnes, recently retired avenger, is hired as a bodyguard for an innocent upcoming actress.

warm by @revengingbarnes *

“The fire alarm in our building went off and you rushed out without a coat. Wanna share my blanket?”

period. by @greyslytherin

Bucky Barnes taking care of the reader while she’s on her period

bucky having a nightmare by @cap-n-stuff

imagine bucky having a nightmare and walking into the readers room with a blanket and waking her up asking to be the small spoon

➱ Peter Maximoff

the coolest twinkie by @amourtentiaa *

where the reader discovers they have a mutation and is lowkey panicking and Peter is just there like “BUT THIS IS AWESOME!” and just generally full of encouragement while trying to calm you tf down

adventures in parenting 101: nightmares by @milkytheholy

peter maximoff x reader being new parents and raising a kid in the mansion

ivy by @sunflowergirl522 *

Your mutation is controlling and growing plants. Peter spots you one day while he’s running and makes it his mission to get close to you. You then use flowers to tell him what you think of him without actually saying it.

(just check out zoe’s full peter maximoff masterlist because she’s bloody incredible at writing peter and i need to read more of them!!)

bad behaviour by @free-pool-trash *

Peter x Reader where they’re in the sitcom reality and Billy and/or Tommy get in trouble in school so they ask them to pretend to be their parents so Wanda and Vision don’t find out

convenience store by @quicksilverownsmysoul

you work at the local convenience store, everyday the same, that is until someone speeds by. Someone brings a little more excitement to your life than you bargained for

➱ Pietro Maximoff

the other half by @burninmatches

You and Pietro have been walking through the fine line past friends and before… something else. Perhaps a handful of moments, though the domestic bliss of sharing food to the boiling feelings under your skin, would change everything.

double sided recipe card by @vanillann *

where the reader tries to cook sokovian food for him because he’s homesick

kiss of life by @dem-obscure-imagines

You are an Avenger with the power to heal. However, you didn’t expect to catch feelings for the man you brought back from the dead.

➱ Peter Parker

sweater weather by @beskar-tano *

You spend a cozy evening by the bonfire with the Avengers and your boyfriend, Peter Parker.

the ship by @itsapeterthing *

you and your best friend and teammate, peter parker, go to a costume party only to discover that everyone believes that you and peter’s alternate super-hero identities are dating.

stuck in my brain by @felicityparkers

whatever music that is stuck in your head is stuck in your soulmate’s head too.

i have them too by @tom-holland-is-spiderman

A headcanon of Peter Parker comforting the reader with stretch marks and they get ashamed of them so they hide their body from Peter making him feel sad.

by the elevator by @peterbenjiparker * (there are two parts to this and the second is linked on the op)

You break your hand after punching the elevator door. But luckily the cute boy is there to help out. You thought you would never see him again but you both keep running into each other by the same elevator.

➱ Thor Odinson

totally not a date by @superficialstark *

in which you go on a double date with tony and pepper expecting steve to show up as a mate date and instead being met with thor who you can’t help but be charmed by

but i just wanna hear your voice by @blackberrybucky

thor comes back after they defeat thanos and tries to make things right with you.

➱ Wanda Maximoff

of taunts and tickles by @beskar-tano *

Wanda spent the past few days trying to cheer you up and bring you out of your dreadful slump. After trying almost everything, she resorted to her last hopeful idea: a tickle fight.

➱ Natasha Romanoff

my girl by @beskar-tano

Natasha surprises you with a romantic date by the lake, surrounded by the beautiful scenery as fall takes its toll on the changing leaves.

➱ i’d love for you guys to suggest some fics for steve, sam and loki because i apparently don’t know of any in this dodgy brain of mine (she’s not working as i make this dhdhd) - you can also send some in for any i’ve not got too many fics on so far!

i havent written or read for star wars in so long (dw i am still a sw account and i love my sw moots ive just been on a marvel kick and haven’t had time to read many moots fics recently so they’re all piling up lol) and so i don’t think i could come up with a comprehensive enough list given the fact that there’s so many amazing fics coming out each day!

so instead i thought i’d direct you to some accounts that have some phenomenal work that i instantly fall in love with each time!!

➱ @etherealsanakin

poe dameron, anakin skywalker

➱ @xwing-baby

din djarin, poe dameron, star wars oc

➱ @dindjarindiaries

din djarin

➱ @sunsetkenobi

obi-wan kenobi, anakin skywalker, boba fett, din djarin, padmé amidala, rey, luke skywalker

➱ @artiza-n

anakin skywalker, marvel! (namely bucky)

➱ @beskar-tano

anakin skywalker, obi-wan kenobi, boba fett, din djarin, luke skywalker, fennec shand, poe dameron

➱ @anakinswhore

anakin skywalker

➱ @anakinlove

anakin skywalker

➱ @betweentwopines

din djarin, anakin skywalker, padmé amidala etc.

these are just some accounts that i have read regularly or some moots who post for these characters (and i need to get around reading for) but there’s so many more incredible writers for sw on here, some that i’m moots with too, that can self plug here if they want!! (my brain isn’t working today so i can’t think of everyone)

#fic recs #marvel #mcu #star wars #peter maximoff x reader #bucky barnes x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #sam wilson x reader #peter parker x reader #steve rogers x reader #thor odinson x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #poe dameron x reader #din djarin x reader #boba fett x reader

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navegandoaciegas · 4 years

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five more minutes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: secret relationship, general smut warnings, explicit language, 18+ please.

Summary: Three times when all you wish for is five more minutes of time with Bucky. AKA, dating co-stars is complicated, and that’s why you chose to keep your relationship a secret.

A/N: I wrote this for @wxntersoldiers ‘s 6k AU writing challenge and I chose Actor!AU. I hope you like this! English is my third language so please forgive any mistakes. Also I tried to make a moodboard but I’m not artistically inclined so...

Five more minutes is all you could ask for every time the clock strikes 7AM and Bucky has to rush out of bed, silky sheets tangling up his legs, tripping over his own feet as he scrambles to put on a t-shirt that he hopes your smell doesn’t linger on; in the darkness he stumbles on the shoes you’ve thrown away in a haste to get undressed, and curses you for drawing the blinds at night before finally sneaking out your hotel room with a whispered ‘see you on set’. Groggy like you always are in the morning, you wait with bated breath for him to text you he’s back in his, unseen by the rest of the cast and crew that swarm the place at 8, your secret safe another morning, before falling back asleep.

All you want is five more minutes of his chestnut hair sprawled over his pillow, his soft snores and jerky legs, his prosthetic arm weighting on your waist and warmth radiating off of him that compensates for his blanket hogging tendencies.

“Just five more minutes.” he grumbles when the alarm goes off, the same thing he says every morning, the same four words he used to say everyday back in school; just like his mother would drag him out of bed anyways, ignoring his pleads, so do you.

Turning around you press sweet kisses on his forehead and graze his stubble covered cheeks.

“We don’t have five minutes.”, you whisper, “Makeup and hair is coming in an hour.”

Bucky groans in annoyance and buries his face deeper in the pillow, mumbling something about wanting to stay with you all day.

Five more minutes is not too much to ask for, and today you decide that the planet could stop spinning on its axis and time could freeze, all for a little more time together before you have to face the reality of your relationship.

Fleeting moments, longing looks, lingering touches: a small price to pay to keep the rest of the world from poking and prodding your love, questioning your motives, twisting and warping reality until your unadulterated feelings are but a publicity stunt, until one is an abusive asshole and the other is a serial cheater, and what was once a safe haven becomes the source of all pain and insecurities.

But in the darkness of your hotel room, in your little oasis of peace, you’re not a clandestine affair, but a precious secret that’s worth keeping, and all that matters is you and him; there’s no shouting paparazzis, no nosey interviewers, no assuming public, just you and your sweet kisses, Bucky and his delicate touches.

His hands roam over your body, goosebumps spreading behind his soft caresses, heat pooling in your core when he kneads the flesh of your thighs and ass, nipples stiffening when his teeth graze them.

Five more minutes, and maybe a little more, is all you ask for, just enough time for you to explore his body, tug on his hair, nip his throat and kiss your way downward, careful not to leave any sign of your love, no mark of your sweet possessiveness.

Five more minutes of his tongue delving in your glistening folds, his long fingers circling your bud, of you bucking your hips to meet his thrusts until he’s buried deep inside you, and the burn of him stretching you gives way to pleasure.

Your head is yanked back when he pulls on your hair, his cock sliding in and out of you as your clit keeps rubbing on the sheets, his hips hitting your ass as he fucks you into the mattress. You squeeze your eyes shut and bite the pillow to muffle the moans and screams erupting out of your mouth.

Your walls clench around him and you feel your orgasm near, pleasure shooting from your core to the rest of your body, toes curling and mind hazy; Bucky follows close behind, his cock swelling as he snaps his hips harder and faster, until he spills inside you, hot release filling you so much you come too, clamping down on him and milking every last drop he gives you.

These moments as you recover from the explosion in your bodies, these adoring looks when you bask in the aftershock of pleasure, these rare cuddles after making love to you: you don’t get them often. And as most beautiful things in life, they’re not meant to last.

A knock at your door bursts your loving bubble and jolts you back to reality, the harsh reminder of not being able to scream your love at the top of your lungs hitting you like a freight car.

“I got you breakfast.” announces the faint voice of Peter, your PA May’s nephew, the college kid who runs errands for you, brings you coffee and holds your purse when you’re out shopping, the same kid people speculate you’re hooking up with about any time he’s photographed with you, the same way you’re rumored to be sleeping with half of Hollywood.

You and Bucky both sigh, knowing those five more minutes you wish for are delayed yet again, and now you’ll have to find a way to successfully sneak him out of your room.

🎬

Blissfully unaware is how you’d describe the people in your life, always so close to finding out, to walking in on you doing something you’re not supposed to, and yet so far away from the truth, so painfully oblivious that they could never even suspect anything.

Their blindness makes you delirious with excitement: your love is only yours, you don’t have to share it with anyone else, because you don’t want to, because you’re greedy and selfish like that and because holding hands under the table, sneaking kisses between takes when no one is watching, fucking in the trailers with the door ajar because you secretly want to get caught, is the rush of energy you never knew you needed to feel alive, the fix of adrenaline you can’t live without.

Heated touches, swollen lips, rough hands on your body, open mouthed kisses. Panting, moaning, crying. Fuzzy hair on your sensitive nipples, strong legs between your own. Rough sand underneath you, the sound of the waves that beat on the shore in your ears.

He looks so beautiful under the orange Hawaiian sunset, red faced and disheveled, hair sticking everywhere, his hard length pressed against your core. You feel warmth inside you when he looks at you, when he grazes your skin with soft caresses, when he peppers your neck with kisses. Your heart is beating out of its cage and-

“And, cut!” Pepper, the director, shouts at the top of her lungs, interrupting the magic of the moment, “You guys did amazing!”

The crew starts packing as Pepper congratulates you, praising your ‘great on screen chemistry’, the kind she’s never seen before, and the realism of each of your touches and looks. You wish you could say you’re that good of an actress, but the truth is when Bucky touches you the rest of the world disappears, you’re not Karina and he’s not Oliver. It’s just the two of you, and sometimes you have to stop yourself right before moaning his name instead of Oliver’s.

That night he’s in your room again before a movie premiere you’ve both been invited to, with a nicely packaged pink bag, “A gift.” he says holding it up to you, “Wear this tonight. Don’t worry, I washed it before.”

Absolutely not, is the first answer you give when you unwrap the white tissue paper around the present, but as always Bucky manages to be too convincing for your own good: the promise of all the things he can do with his tongue if you behave like a good girl is all it takes for you to change your mind.

At the premiere, you wear the vibrating panties like he’s asked of you.

It’s humiliating in the best way possible the way he smirks watching from afar how you squirm every time he controls the vibration so it’s high enough that you feel an orgasm near, but not fast enough that it seems achievable, a sweet torture he’s subjecting you to as you slowly rub your aching core on the seat whilst struggling to keep a straight face when people talk to you. You’ll both look back to the pictures taken tonight and remember what you were hiding. It’s your dirty little secret, the glances you steal, his hand controlling the device in your panties and increasing the speed every time a man dares talk to you. You’re going out of your mind, desperate to lose control and aware you can’t do that.

Bucky tries to entertain this interviewer who’s flirting with him, but all he can concentrate on is your thighs clenching and your face glistening in a fine sheen of sweat. He sends you a look, and you don’t even need words or gestures to get up from your seat and head straight to the restrooms where he’ll be meeting in enough time that it won’t seem suspicious.

After all, you’ve perfected the art of sneaking around.

When you get out of the stalls and back to your seat, eyes half lidded and lips swollen, Natasha smiles, completely oblivious to what just went down in the bathrooms, and the idea adds to the pulsing ache between your legs.

Outside, bodyguards part the crowd, flashing lights blind you, loud voices overwhelm you. You make your way through the shouting paparazzi and fans that ask questions you dread to answer. One day you will, likely on some scripted talk show, reading a speech May will have prepared off the teleprompter.

“Fans have been speculating about you and Barnes dating, can you tell us more?”

“There’s been talks about a whirlwind romance between the two of you, both on screen and off.”

One day you will.

You smile at the cameras, joke with interviewers. Bucky spots you from afar and smiles when your eyes lock together.

Surrounded by hundreds of people or on a desert island, underneath the bright lights of Hollywood or in the darkness of the trailers where you’ve fallen in love, all that matters is him and you.

One day you will, but not today. Today you need five more minutes. Today your secret is still yours, your love is only yours, and you have no intention of sharing.

🎬

You never ask for much, never wish for the moon; you just want five minutes of peace and quiet, five minutes where paparazzi don’t follow you around like hungry hyenas, where you can grab lunch with an old friend and not have journalists speculate about your love life as you eat.

“So, who is it this time?” Bucky asks in a monotone voice, hands rubbing sunblock on your shoulders.

“Quentin Beck.” you reply drily, scrolling through your Instagram feed. It was Bucky last time, Carol Denvers before him, among an endless list of actors and models.

He hums, “How long?”

“Couple of weeks, maybe months? Who knows.” you shrug, sipping on a margarita, contemplating the beauty of Tony’s private island. Your eyes are met with a horizon of endless blue, sky and ocean fusing into one, resembling Bucky’s eyes; white sand burns the soles of your feet, and a gentle salty breeze blows his hair.

TMZ reports rumors of you sneaking out of Beck’s hotel room in the early hours of the morning, hours you spent blissfully asleep on Bucky’s chest.

“Not me, I didn’t realize you were dating someone else.” he deadpans, unfolding the beach chair and sitting on it, only for it to collapse on itself, sending him ass first on the ground.

You can’t help the ugly but heartfelt laugh that escapes you at the sight of your hunky boyfriend folded in half, and you only laugh out more when he glares at you.

“I bet you’d help Beck out if he fell on his ass.” he grumbles, struggling to get up.

“I would because he’s my boyfriend, apparently.” you giggle.

The look in Bucky’s eyes would make anyone cower in fear, but you can’t decide whether it turns you on or amuses you. One moment you’re laying on the beach and the next thing you know, Bucky’s hauled you on his shoulder, prosthetic arm keeping you in place as he rushes to the shore.

The ocean is surprisingly warm and calm, much like his eyes. Forehead against yours, he holds you up so you’re clinging to him like a koala, and you both sway along the gentle waves.

You press your body onto his and he groans in your mouth when you slant your lips against his, kissing him possessively. Your hands are needy and desperate as they roam over his lean body, tug on his hair, reach in his swim shorts and palm his cock, and his touch is bruising on your thighs. You hiss at the stretch of him inside you, and your walls clamp down on him as he bounces you on his cock, grunting filthy promises and sweet praises into your ears.

While he makes love to you in the ocean, the sun kissing your skin and salt clinging to your bodies, you both moving in sync, the rest of the world is speculating on your love life, rumors spreading around like wildfire about who you might be dating, thousands of photos of you and Beck eating together, articles being written about your commitment issues. You wonder which one of your so-called friends would sell you out in a heartbeat, which one of the crew members would out your relationship with no hesitation if they knew.

And the fullness of him inside you and the sweet secret you two share like teenagers hopelessly in love are the biggest fuck you that you could think of.

You never ask for much, only for five minutes of bliss, and among the gentle waves of the ocean and underneath the scorching sun of the tropics, you finally got them.

🎬

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#wxntersoldiers6kauchallenge #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky fanfic #james barnes x reader #james barnes x you #james barnes x y/n #bucky imagine #marvel fanfiction

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ofstarsandvibranium · 5 years

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Protect My Heart: Epilogue

Fandom: Marvel (Bodyguard AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You’re an actress and after an assassination attempt on your life, your manager hires a bodyguard that will be with you 24/7.

A/N: For @buckthegrump ‘s writing challenge.

You were a bit apprehensive when your manager told you that your presence was requested at this year’s Napa Film Festival. Just one year ago, your life was on the line. Just one year ago, Brock Rumlow attempted to kill you on the orders of Alexander Pierce and William Rawlins, two men you expected to leave in your past. But your past had caught up to you.

You thrown into a whirlwind of pain and emotions. But in the middle of it, you fell in love. It wasn’t like the stories you read in romance novels. It wasn’t love at first sight. Hell, you were annoyed with him right off the bat, but he seemed to worm his way into your heart despite his overbearing nature. Bucky Barnes became a part of you and, honestly, you wouldn’t expect him to still be around today, despite everything you two had gone through.

But you’re here, a year later from when everything started, standing with your new castmates in front of a crowd, answering questions pertaining to your new movie.

Bucky is still protective as ever. He can’t help it. You carry his heart in his hands, you’re his everything, and he’d be damned if he ever let something happen to you again.

“Perimeters still remain clear,” Nat’s voice resounds through Sam’s comms.

Sam nudges Bucky, who simply leans towards him, eyes never wavering from you, “All clear. Your girl still remains safe.”

Bucky’s shoulders slump in relief. He shoots his friend a grateful smile and nods, “Thanks.” and his attention goes back to you.

Someone from the crowd asks you a question and you look at them intently, a soft smile on your painted lips. You thank them for the question and proceed to answer, going into depth about the challenges you faced with bringing your character to life.

Bucky smiles as you come to life, speaking intently and confidently. You’re in your element and Bucky is still so in love.

He pulls out his phone, excusing himself from the sidelines of the stage and move towards the crowd, taking pictures of you and the cast.

Your eyes scan the crowd and they fall upon Bucky. Meeting his gaze, the grin on his face grows bigger and he gives you a small wave.

You feel yourself ease and you continue to speak into the microphone, “Like my character in this movie, I’ve gone through a lot. She went through a lot of trials and tribulations and it was hard, but it was easier when she had someone at her side,” she gives a nod to her fellow cast mates, “Last year, as some of you might know, something big happened to me. I was scared and confused and, overall, lost on what to do. But then I met someone and he helped me through that trying time.

“Before, I never truly felt safe, but then I met him and for the first time in forever, I knew what it felt like to be safe, cared for, protected.” You switch the mic to your left hand, the engagement ring shining in the spotlight, “I fell in love with this man not just because he made me feel safe, but because he made me feel seen, like how Johnny’s character makes my character feel in the movie.

“I’m glad to be back hear at the Napa Film Festival, to see you all again, and I’d like to thank my love, my fiance, and father of our future father for that, Bucky Barnes!”

As soon as the last words left your mouth, Bucky’s eyes widened. He mouthed, “Really?” to you over the applause and cheers of the crowd.

With a big smile, you nod and rub your belly, causing the roar of the crowd to grow louder. He immediately stops recording to run up on stage, pulling you into his arms with a look of undying love in his eyes, “You have no idea how happy you make me.”

You let out a watery laugh, “Thank you, Bucky. For loving me, for seeing me, for protecting my heart.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” he murmured before pressing your lips to yours, the roaring cheers and applause falling deaf upon your ears. For all that mattered was you and Bucky and your future child.

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extremelyblackandwhite · 3 years

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innocence - 39

PAIRING: bodyguard!bucky barnes x innocent actress!reader

WARNINGS: none

A/N: boy, did i take a lot of time to post this but it’s the last one and i am on the ground crying. thank you so much for supporting this work. i am so lucky for having all of you xx

Bucky woke up with an odd cold feeling in the spot where Y/N usually used to lie. He rubbed the sleep of his eyes, hand roaming around the bed to find her hot body but nothing; he was alone in bed. He groaned, moving out of the bed as he kicked into protective mode. She shouldn’t be up this early at least not after he’d kept her up all night and if she was awake, it could be for no good reason. His hand blindly found the door as the other looked for something to wear so he wouldn’t walk full on commando in the living room and scare the neighbour who lived in the building next to his. Opening the door, he found her surrounded by papers, her laptop laying on top of her legs, glasses slightly and slowly sliding down the bridge of her nose. Bucky leaned against the door ledge, a stupid lovesick smirk on his lips as he examined her. Somehow, she had managed to find her underwear, the cutest little white, blue and pink corset and matching panties covered by a white dressing gown which just looked delightfully sinful with his hickeys and bite marks spread across her tender skin. He shouldn’t feel so cocky about marking her, yet the mere sight of it woke up an ego like pride which made him want to show her around to everyone who’d bother look. Yet, another part of him wanted to keep her all to himself. Obviously he knew he couldn’t, she was more of the world than she was of him and he would always be madly in love with her no matter what.

- Mrs. Barnes, you are interrupting our honeymoon period. - he joked, walking behind the couch to kiss her temple. - What are you doing up at 5AM? Are you gonna go on a run with me?

- I’m just looking at my contract. - she closed her laptop with a sigh. - Iron clad contract, can’t believe I signed it.

- Princess, it was your first agency. You couldn’t have possibly known.

- My dad is a lawyer, my siblings are lawyers, my grandparents were lawyers. How did I let this happen? Why didn’t I haggle? Why don’t we have a prenup?

- Your mum is a chef, maybe you took after her. - he joked more to himself than to her. - Also what does a prenup has to do with it? Are you planning on divorcing me already?

- When I sent the contract over to my dad he asked if I had gotten a prenup when I got married and I know he likes you but he kept yapping about a prenup and how smart women get prenups and I can’t believe I don’t have a prenup and that I signed this contract. - she spoke as fast as a freight train, not even taking a slight break. Bucky noticed the tea cup by her side which, judging by her quick speak, probably wasn’t filled with tea.

- Princess, did you have some of my coffee?

- I did, I needed to be awake.

- It’s extra strong coffee, doll. You barely drink coffee, it can’t possibly be ... uhm ...

- I am jittery. - she interrupted him. - I’ve read this a thousand times and unless another agency fights my agency for a contract with me, I am stuck on ensemble for the rest of my life and it’s not like agencies are fighting for good old me.

- Okay ... - he took her laptop away from her placing it somewhere on the ground before wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her on top of his lap. She leaned her head against his chest, cuddling against his still warm torso from the heat int he bedroom. - Listen princess, you need to take your mind out of that. It’s no use re-reading that contract over and over again.

- My career is over and I’m not good at anything else.

- Your career is not over. - his hand caressed her shoulder, pulling her hair away from it before placing a small kiss to her shoulder. She merely cuddled against him, those contract words tattooed on her mind. - There’s no way that contract is legal after he’s charged with harassing you, princess. You just need to relax now.

- I don’t know.

- Let’s go to Florence. - he bite her shoulder playfully. - Let’s go. What’s stopping us?

- I don’t know ... we can’t go.

- Don’t make me use the husband card. - he pointed at her playfully. - You’re not gonna want to be here during his trial anyway, precious.

- Maybe you’re right. - she leaned onto him, her arms wrapping against his torso. - You really think I’m not over?

- I would never let that happen, would I?

10 years later

Bucky felt the sun kiss his skin, the early yet soft wind of March passing by the quiet streets of London as he walked down the street in dark jeans and a equally dark blue henley. He stood by the little white building, sunglasses on as the bell rang and suddenly the boast of laughter erupted from inside the building followed by thousands of little legs running outside. He remained stoic until his smile pulled slightly up as between so many children, he spotted the thick brown curls of his daughter who rushed down the stairs in her little uniform and ladybug bag. She stopped at the bottom off the stairs, looking around until she spotted her dad. A smile, identical to her father’s, formed in her face as she rushed towards Bucky with open arms. He pretended to step back as she collided against him, before pulling her up and kissing her cheek. The 4 year old giggled, her arms wrapping around her dad’s neck as he walked away from her nursery.

- We learned about the letters in our names today, daddy! - she started to relate what she had happened during her day immediately after they were far away from the crowd.

- No way, ladybug.

- Yeah. My name has a B, just like yours, daddy. - Bucky knew he should tell his daughter at some point that his name was not Bucky and that it was merely a nickname but he couldn’t bear tell her. She just looked so happy.

- Thank god we match, right ladybug?

She nodded her head, cuddling against her dad as he continued to walk in the affluent area of London. The weather was nice, a good omen for the big event of the evening. He was so proud as he saw the theatre walls with a photo of his wife, her name printed with the label Tony Award Winner under it. She deserved it, she deserved it so much and he could not even express in words how proud he was of her. The move back to her hometown had been a difficult one but seeing everything going right, seeing how happy she was ... god, he could swell up with pride.

He went around the theatre, finding the backstage door and entering it. His daughter jumped off, little eyes looking around with so much wonder. He was almost sure she’d end up like his mother, a little star. The orchestra tuning could be heard from the walls, people and cast were running around preparing for the opening night. Blair held up his hand, pushing him through the crowd and up the stairs where the dressing rooms were.

- Mumma! - she walked into her mother’s opened dressing room. Y/N dropped whatever she was doing to go hug her daughter, immediately preparing her with lipstick stained kisses. - Mumma, my name has a B like daddy.

- No way. - she smiled, leaning her forehead against hers. - Ain’t daddy a lucky man?

- Daddy is a lucky man, alright. - he chuckled, walking up to his two girls. - You look precious, princess.

- I’m nervous. - he muttered towards her husband, who merely smiled before kissing her. - I’m serious.

- Well, every time you tell me you’re nervous, something great happens, doesn’t it? - he looked at his daughter; the last time she had told him she was nervous was before Blair was born. - Me and Blair are gonna be there, watching you be splendid.

- I wanna go see Chuck. - Blair jumped away from his mother too, running to the next door dressing room and leaving the two lovers alone in the dressing room covered in red flowers, all curtesy of Bucky. The minute he had the theatre address, he started sending roses, lilies and even more every single day.

- Wish me luck? - she put her hands on top of his shoulders, almost slowly dancing with him.

- You don’t need any luck. You’re always perfect.

- You’re extremely biased, Mr. Barnes.

- No, I just have an extremely talented wife, Mrs. Barnes.

- 5 minute call. - the voice came through the voice on the speaker.

- Love me even if I fail?

- Love you ‘til the end of time.

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rosepetals-flyingbirds · 4 years

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Tortured Souls. (14)

With: Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Warnings: Pain.

Word Count: 2,273

One Week Later.

The process of healing was painful. Somehow every breath you gave without the use of painkillers was a reminder of how bad Bucky’s hands had hurt you.

The mansion in Italia was the best spot since no one dared to come to the door making questions.

The nurses Tony hired were happy with the job opportunity and were strictly professional not making any questions or looking at you or Tony with a different look.

Steve got back to the Compound two days after you woke up, you knew he wanted to look out for Bucky.

None of your friends appeared but you couldn’t blame them, they couldn’t suddenly drop their lives and fly to another country.

But Sam called and Clint made a video chat since Laura was also worried about you.

The children jumped seeing you again but the younger was worried about why you had been hurt so much, Clint explained that you fought the bad guys and to win you had to get hurt a little. The kid asked what bad guys and Clint said it was the guys that said bad things about Santa and the Tooth Fairy.

Half of your heart was okay knowing your friends were well and Sharon wouldn’t hurt people and blame you for so.

But the other half hated to be ’locked’ on a bed and about Bucky’s missing.

Keeping your mouth shut was hard because it was eating you alive, you wanted to grab one of the MK’s and fly to search for Bucky.

Thinking of such you knew you wouldn’t be able, it was completely traumatizing how he, under orders, made you feel.

How in a matter of seconds the touch you loved so much, the touch that brought you comfortableness and safety turned into something dark.

You don’t even know if you could look into his eyes ever again.

The nurses helped you shower and gave you the medicine necessary, Tony asked if it was all okay for the night and one of them answered that the other dose of the remedy would be only in 12 hours. He nodded and said they could go around the city and send his men to secure them and also to pay attention if any would leak some sort of information.

Tony placed the large armchair near your bed, since he didn’t want to hurt you, and stood there texting a few things to Fury. “So how did you know I was still alive?” You asked.

“Fury called.” He answered evenly and you knew he wouldn’t just be at home drinking whiskey and then Fury called calmly saying: ‘Y/N body didn't burn in the fire’.

“You know I know you right?” You said firmly and he blocked the blue phone and gave you his full attention.

He chuckled. “I placed a hacker on your jumpsuit before you entered in the quinjet.”

You remembered the moment and understood why he was extra touchy that day. “Well, I can’t blame you for that. Smart.” If it wasn’t the tracker maybe you would be far away with Artem. “Anyone got injured?”

“You mean besides you?!” He mocked making you roll your eyes.

“No. Your friend was really hurt, but Steve and Sam took him out of there. I-” He trailed off. “I guess I need to thank him… when everyone got out of there he stood trying to save you.” You nodded, only if he knew… “But only that. Y/N listen, I’m sorry I didn’t stay there trying to save you, my suit was almost off and Clint literally slapped me and-”

Of course he felt guilty, he always does. “It’s okay Tony. It was a bomb, after all, I’m glad Clint took you out of there.” Honest ornamented your words. “Tell me where is the bitch.”

“Locked away. Under Fury’s supervision.”

“I wanted to kill her. Fuck.” Sharon’s stupid smile couldn’t leave your head, how she mentioned Bucky and even suggested using the trigger words to make him touch another woman.

“She said why she did all of that?”

You laughed in rage but regretted since your neck stung. “Besides being some actress on the rise?!” He nodded. “Because of her aunt, apparently. She said it was because didn’t matter what she did the world would only expect more and more. And also because of Steve apparently. She said that it didn’t matter how much she tried to hang out with him, he would always be “chilling” with me.“

"Uau.”

“Yeah, uau! She complained about Maria Hill being Fury’s left arm.”

“Which makes sense since she ordered to the henchman to say it was Maria behind the mask.”

“Exactly. She also said that I’m just an agent because of your name. Oh oh, and she also called you stupid saying you’re no hero.”

“Okay, once again: uau.” He smiled relieved and you stood there on the bed, wanting… no, needing* to talk with him about Bucky and your feelings, your heart was full and Tony was your best friend.

But you couldn’t, you already were in bed, has no need to make him have a heart attack.

The bags under his eyes were explicit and you had an idea. “Can you do me a favor?” He nodded. “Bring an extra bed, since you won’t lay in that one.” He grinned. “Turn a TV and let’s watch something, how about Simpsons?”

"Sure. I will call one of the bodyguards to make sure they’re all okay.”

You smiled and saw him leaving, you just needed him to rest. And needed to heal. You couldn’t wait to grab Artem again, you did before. You could do it again, right?

But at the moment, you just needed that Tony rested a bit.

Steve.

“Any track of him?” Steve asked Sam.

Both have been searching for Bucky, Clint was sort of too calm, but before Steve could ask if he knew Bucky’s whereabouts he had gone back to his family and Steve knew he couldn’t intervene in that.

“Nah. I searched for everything, nothing yet.”

Steve went to Bucky’s apartment but found nothing, Sam flew through the areas Bucky could be hidden but once again, nothing.

Life couldn’t stop and Fury found a mission to Steve rather fast. Being Captain America he needed to save the world, and with Iron Man and you out of the picture, Steve couldn’t be absent too.

But Steve Rogers couldn’t spend a minute without worrying about his friend.

He knew how much Bucky loved you, and passing through a terrible experience where he has literally to hurt you, it was too much.

Steve needed to find him before Bucky tried something against himself.

Bucky.

The man had reached Texas and sneaked into the further abandoned house he could find.

He was in pain.

Pure pain in his body, heart, soul. The regret he felt with all the people he was forced to hurt and kill over the years didn’t reach the amount of regret he felt for hurting you. He knew it would happen eventually, he had told you so.

But he was selfish, he couldn’t control himself and here he was. He hid, running away from everything and with heavy suicidal thoughts.

And you hurt probably still in coma.

He hated himself and he didn’t even feel the tears falling anymore. They just did.

Y/N.

When the doctor, who Tony sent a jet to grab and take him to Italia, said you were better Tony felt relieved.

But also the doctor said you couldn’t make efforts because the pain would still be there a little longer.

He recommended physiotherapy, a few soft movements to make your facial and neck's bones better.

He also recommended avoiding stress, which you chuckled because how exactly could you avoid it? Being a superhero was all about stress.

But you knew he was doing his job and a great one so you thanked him and Tony sent him back home.

Bruce and Natasha came to visit the day after, Bruce was happy to see you alive but said how sorry he was the moment he saw how broken you looked.

You thanked and smiled at seeing him, you loved Bruce because he was a great friend and always made the best inventions with Tony. When Natasha entered the room she stood on her feet, differently since after every mission you got injured she would be the one that sits beside you.

The place was tense but gladly Bruce spoke up and it made the situation less tense.

You didn’t know what say to Natasha, she was probably regretting not believing you when you needed her the most, but where you stand on all of this?

Bruce revealed that they found Artem’s relatives and discovered where he would be hidden.

You jolted in the bed and said they needed to grab him, Bruce said it wasn’t that simple because he would be using another name but you were restless. “Bruce, I want that guy dead or in jail. Honestly, we need to-”

“To nothing, you will rest!” Tony said in a firm voice.

You rolled your eyes. “Tony, please let’s end this."

“Y/N, you can’t move and hurt yourself more, come on, you have been healing in a small amount of time. I will grab this new information and send a special team to grab the fucker. You need to rest."

“Tony is right.” Natasha said and you looked at her, her face was confusingly nervous. “You are in pain, you can’t go on missions.”

You let her words sink but looked at Tony. “Then you go.” He shook his head confused, almost every time you told him to sat at home and avoid stress. “You go, Steve, Bruce, Sam, even Peter!”

“Me too.” Natasha replied.

“I just need to someone grab that guy and kill him or throw him in jail. Finish this."

“I know that! Isn’t that the why we fight? So we can end and go home? We went there, we managed to grab Sharon and cleaned your name. You go..." He moved his hands pointed to your broken form. “Almost killed and those injuries won’t magically disappear. So you will calm down and let SHIELD work a little.”

Bruce nodded. “He is right Y/N/N, you need to take care of yourself, is acceptable all that rage but isn’t worth it enough to kill you.”

Bruce was right, but you weren’t, only, mad because of all the shit that guy made on your name and life, no, you were seeing red because of what he did with Bucky.

Of how he took the man you love and broke him. You knew Bucky was probably damaged beyond repair.

And you will kill Artem because of it. “You are right.” You said in a small voice, make a fuss wasn’t going to help.

...

Steve was gone on a mission and Sam was alone in the Compound, he was watching TV and writing a few places Bucky would be around the globe. Bucky Barnes surely knew how to disappear.

The things occurring on the TV didn’t get Sam’s attention, it was on the journal so he just listened the bad things going around and tried the hardest to remember the names on the passports he had seen on Bucky’s apartment a few months back. “A fire killed at least 15 people last night in Texas close to Oklahoma division. The fire started in a gas leak and the victims are being buried tonight. The fire had almost 40 people and gladly the 25 other victims were saved. No one has a strong clue yet, but a woman said that a strong man saved the number of people. One of the kids said the man’s arm was strong almost like metal or iron. Iron Man wasn’t the one and maybe it could be the Winter Soldier. What a change of life right, Trevor?” The reporter that seemed way too funny to mention Bucky and you around the news.

Sam jolted off the couch and got prepared to go find Bucky in Texas.

Steve was on a mission but the moment he would step into the apartment he would go search his friend.

A Couple Of Days Later.

Sam was about to give up his wait and go looking for Bucky himself, but Steve entered the place totally drained out of energy. “Cap, I think I found him.”

Steve shook his head confused but got what Sam indicated. “Where?”

“Texas, it occurred a fire and someone saved them. A child said that the savior had a strong arm and another person said he looked like the Winter Soldier.”

“Let’s go!” Steve answered not losing time to take his uniform off.

…

#bucky x me #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader

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weirdochick56 · 6 years

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Weirdochick’s Master List

SPN (SUPERNATURAL)

Dean Winchester:

Series

Desensitized^- Demon!Dean x Virgin!reader (on hiatus)

Past Lives- Dean Winchester x Photographer!reader AU- (on hiatus)

The Seduction Game- Dean Winchester x Reader x Klaus Mikaelson (on hiatus)

One Shots

The Shirt- Dean Winchester x Reader

Gentle Notes- Dean Winchester x Reader

Dress- Jealous!Dean Winchester x Plus-size!Reader

Imagines

Next To Me- Dean Winchester x Reader Song Imagine

the Sweetest Sin- Priest!Dean Winchester x Reader

Sam Winchester:

Series

(None for now)

One Shots

Car Ride*- Sam x Reader

Imagines

(None for now)

Castiel:

Series

(none for now)

One Shots

Human Realization- Castiel x reader

Imagines

(none for now)

MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Bucky Barnes:

Series

Enhanced^- Bucky Barnes x Mutant!Reader (on hiatus)

One Shots

Lollipop*- Bucky Barnes x Reader

I love you too, you big dork- Bucky Barnes x Reader

Imagines

Screen^- Bucky Barnes x shy!reader song imagine

The Bodyguard- Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Reader

The Bodyguard 2- Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Reader

Steve Rogers:

Series

Sin- Biker!Steve Rogers x Reader

One Shots

(none for now)

Imagines

(None for now)

Pietro Maximoff

Series

(none for now)

One Shots

Speedy Savior- Pietro Maximoff x reader

Imagines

(none for now)

SoA (Sons of Anarchy)

Jax Teller:

Series

(None for now)

One Shots

Love You Too Darlin’^- Jax Teller x reader

Imagines

(none for now)

TWD (The Walking Dead)

Negan:

Series

(none for now)

One Shots

don’t poke the bear*- Negan x Reader

Imagines

(none for now)

Peaky Blinders

Thomas Shelby:

Series

Oblivious^*- Thomas Shelby x reader (on hiatus)

One Shots

(coming soon)

Imagines

Oblivious^*- Thomas Shelby x Reader

John Shelby:

Series

(none for now)

One Shots

(coming soon)

Imagines

Troublemaker- John Shelby x Reader

Michael Gray:

Series

(none for now)

One Shots

(coming soon)

Imagines

Controlling- Michael Gray x reader

The Society

Campbell Eliot:

Series

(none for now)

One Shots

(coming soon)

Imagines

Trapped^- Campbell Eliot x reader

Harry Bingham:

Series

(none for now)

One Shots

(coming soon)

Imagines

(none for now)

Actors

Jensen Ackles:

Series

(none for now)

One Shots

(none for now)

Imagines

(none for now)

Chris Evans:

Series

Mr. Evans I*^- Teacher!Chris Evans x Student!Reader (Completed)

Mr. Evans II*^- (Sequel to Mr. Evans I)- Teacher!Chris Evans x Student!Reader (Ongoing)

One Shots

Boggs- a reference to “she’s all that” Highschool AU Jock!Chris Evans x Nerd!reader

Imagines

(none for now)

Sebastian Stan:

Series

Designated Lover^ (taken from its Imagine counterpart)- Sebastian Stan x Actress!Reader x Diego Tinoco (on hiatus)

One Shots

(coming soon)

Imagines

Designated Lover^- Sebastian Stan x Actress!Reader x Diego Tinoco (has now been made into a series of the same name!!)

Opposites Attract^*- Devil!Sebastian Stan x Angel!Reader

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sj-ficrecs · 3 years

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fic rec 11!

just a random collection of what I’ve read and enjoyed lately. as usual, no specific order.

PREVIOUS FIC RECS HERE! // Q & A

(divider by @bwbatta)

Bucky x reader:

Flashing Lights by @pellucid-constellations Paramedic!Bucky x reader

“Bucky’s worst fears come true when he’s called to a scene. If he’s the one with the dangerous job, then why is it your life that’s hanging in the balance?”

Operation: Freefall by @constantwriter85 Bucky x reader

“When Bucky fell from the train in 1945, he didn’t just leave behind his family and friends. He left behind the girl he was going to marry, a girl he never stopped loving. Decades later, Bucky continued to search for her, only to find out that she had disappeared without a trace in 1955. But when Steve hands over the shield to Sam Wilson, he also has something for his childhood friend—a redacted S.H.I.E.L.D. file code-named Operation: Freefall, a file with more questions than answers. With Sam’s help and a handful of Pym Particles, the file sends Bucky on a trip to the past, trying to solve the mystery and save the woman he still loves.”

Recovery by @wicked-mind Biker!Bucky x reader

“After going through rehab and recovering, you move back to town to live with your mother as you sort out what to do with your life, but your mom has other plans that include hooking you up with a hot biker by the name of James ‘Bucky’ Barnes”

Teacher’s Favorite + Sharing My Sweetheart by @suitk0via Single dad!Bucky x teacher!reader

“You are first grade teacher and Bucky is a single dad who wants to be involved with everything his little girl - Elaine - does. He’s the dad all the parent’s and faculty drool over. You quickly become Elaine’s favorite teacher and Bucky’s just gotta meet you.”

Uninvited by @mymoonagedaydream modern!Bucky x reader

Reader is a close friend of Sam’s. Sam and Bucky are roommates, so reader spends a lot of time with them. Bucky becomes colder towards reader and they ask Sam about it - finding out Bucky, who is taken, is falling out of love w/ his gf because he has a crush on reader.

You Know Me Too Well by @nexusnyx Tattoo Artist!Bucky x reader

“there is a thin line between pain and pleasure. that line is real and palpable, except for the times when you sit in bucky barnes’ table and feel his hands holding your skin. his job demands him to hurt you, but the only problem is that you enjoy it. a lot.”

The Slip Up by @justkending dad!Bucky x reader

“After a last hurrah to graduating college with a future to be a family practitioner, a little slip up happens… Seven years down the road, just when things just now seem to be going smoothly, Y/N approaches that slip up from all those years ago. She’s not looking for anything right now. She is just where she wants to be in life. It seems the universe has a different idea though. One called James Barnes.”

Invisible String series by @dirty-holy-things Bucky x reader

“You were fairly certain that landing a date through court-ordered therapy was some sort of HIPAA violation, if not just an ethical one, but you couldn’t help but be intrigued by the mysterious storm cloud of a man who you shared the waiting room with every Thursday.”

Sacrifice by @wkemeup Bucky x reader

“In the midst of an attack, you’re dosed with an unknown chemical and your healing ability becomes compromised.”

Purgatory by @wkemeup Bucky x reader

“While on a mission, Bucky becomes dissociated into the Winter Soldier. But instead of becoming a threat, his instinct is to protect.”

Behind the Storm by @wkemeup Bucky x reader

“On a mission, you’re hit with a spell that takes away your ability to see. Bucky does what he can to make you feel safe.”

We Were Screaming in Color by @samwlscns Bucky x reader, soulmate au

“james buchanan barnes was your soulmate and you were his. despite everything the world threw your way, bucky always kept his promise to make his way back home to you. even if that meant having to lose him more than once.”

Bulova by @babycap Bucky x reader

“In the five years between the two snaps that changed it all, life had moved on, as life is want to do. In the aftermath of that final battle, you discover that time waited for no one (least of all you), and those you loved marched forward into it without you. Sam suggests you volunteer at the local retirement community to keep you busy, keep your mind from lingering on what—and who—you lost. In giving back, you find that time can be just as generous as it is cruel. A non-canon compliant, friends-to-lovers fic.”

And They’re Roommates by @golden-barnes Modern bartender/roommate!Bucky x reader, New Girl au

“Your boyfriend cheats on you, and now you have nowhere to go. So when you found an ad for a shared loft, you didn’t hesitate to say yes. Come to the realization that you will be sharing it with four guys. Four guys, one of them who is extremely hot and zero brain cells between any of them. What else could you ask for?”

Keep Me Cool by @chouettedubois Bucky x reader

“You and Bucky are on your third undercover mission acting as a couple. Things go awry when you fall ill. Cue caretaker!Bucky to the rescue.”

Love in the Workplace by @cxddlyash Gardener!Bucky x Receptionist!reader

Working at the same hotel, a new gardener is recently hired.

“Your breath hitches in your throat at the sight of the new gardener.

“What is it?” Sarah asks you and you clear your throat before tearing your gaze from the man.

“Uh, nothing. I finally see the gardener that the hotel hired,” you mention while walking closer to the place.”

Dad Biker!Bucky being adorable with his kids blurb by @angrythingstarlight dad biker!Bucky x reader

dad biker Bucky and his kids making pancakes and breakfast for mom :)

Tap by @houseravenclaws Bucky x reader

“bucky never talked much. he fell in love anyway.”

Teach Me How to Love by @thefalconthatcriedwolf Godfather/single dad!Bucky x teacher!reader

“Natasha leaves behind her precious daughter, Yelena, and with her dying breath asks Bucky to look after her. You happen to have Yelena in your class this school year.”

To Build a Home by @buckyjamess-archive @buckyjamess Mechanic/single dad!Bucky x single mom!reader

“a mechanic and a nurse walk into a schoolyard..both new in the single parent life, chaos arises when the two come together but they wouldn’t have it any other way.”

A Good Kind of Fire by @dolcezzasfantasy Modern!Bucky x reader

“Character A runs a flower shop downtown. Character B is terribly allergic to flowers.”

If I Could Fly by @ceeellewrites actor!Bucky x actress!reader, social media au

“Bucky Barnes is an actor with a small (just a tiny) celebrity crush on Y/N L/N, one of the industry’s well-known actress. Well, it’s just a celebrity crush, what could go wrong?”

The Rumour by @sidepartskinnyjeans Bucky x reader

“after a, mostly, chance meeting with Sergeant Barnes starts a rumour around the compound that soon gets out of hand.”

See the World the Way You Do by @vanderlustwords Bucky x reader, soulmate au

“You start to see colour when you meet your soulmate. Bucky thinks that soulmates are a one of a kind thing—you get one and that’s it. His world used to be colourful once and then he lost that. He’s resigned to see black and white for the rest of his life…until flashes of colours would appear from the corner of his eye. And it seemed to happen more and more as Bucky spends time with you.”

Crawl Home to Her by @nexusnyx Bucky x reader

“when bucky finaly returns from his mission, he finds you sleeping in his sofa and the apartment much different than when he left. much prettier, with a touch of home. apparently, while he was away you took his advice to “do what you want with the place, doll” seriously - or as a distraction - and now he got to come home to this.bucky’s heart takes a leap and he stands there for a second, frozen in his spot.”

Signed by the Author by @wintersfilm Bucky x reader

“on a mission to improve his conversations with sam, bucky wanders brooklyn and into a bookstore where he finds his new favourite book and the most adorable bookseller he has ever laid eyes on.”

Seasons of Love by @constantwriter85 Army vet!Bucky x reader, modern au

“Bucky gets a service dog, but Winter’s only got eyes for the dog across the park…and her owner.”

One Single Thread of Gold (Tied Me to You) by @pietrotica Bucky x reader, soulmate au

“on your sixteenth birthday, the first words your soulmate will speak to you appear on your wrist. in a world where it’s quite common to get a simple ’hi what can i get you’ or common phrases, you’ve managed to get their name. that doesn’t make it easier to find him.”

Sunday is a Family Day by @lazyangeltreemoney Bodyguard!Bucky x rockstar!reader

“You’re stubborn, annoying and hot as hell which seems to be an awful combo to mix with Bucky Barnes. However one day he realises he got you all wrong and now there’s a little kid in the mix that needs both of your help.”

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sj-ficrecs · 3 years

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fic rec 12!

just a collection of what I’ve read and enjoyed lately! as usual, no specific order. :)

PREVIOUS FIC RECS HERE! // Q & A

(Divider by @bwbatta)

Bucky x reader:

Operation Freefall by @constantwriter85 Bucky x reader (set in 40s and present day)

Stark Hub bts drabbles/hcs: one // two // three by @world-of-aus pornstar!Bucky x pornstar!reader

“A COLLECTION OF ONE-SHOTS SET IN AN AU WORLD WHERE THE BOYS ARE PORN STARS WORKING FOR STARK ENTERTAINMENT”

Blink Twice by @simmerandwrite Bucky x reader

Run to You by @specialk-18 bodyguard/army vet!Bucky x actress!reader

It’s A Deal follow up one shots from the series by @justreadingfics Bucky x reader

“You’re out of a relationship of 10 years and you’re just in desperate need to get laid, no strings attached, no romance, no complications. You dear friend Natasha feels like she’s going to regret this later, but she might have the perfect guy to fulfill your needs.”

The Boxer Next Door by @clints-lucky-arrow boxer!Bucky x neighbor!reader, 40s Bucky/pre TFA

“You haven’t yet had the chance to introduce yourself to the group of young men who have moved in next door. Especially the handsome one who owns the bedroom window that faces your own. However, on a busy night working in the hospital’s emergency room, that chance unexpectedly presents itself.”

The Things We Carry by @pellucid-constellations Bucky x reader, enemies to lovers

“You were injured on a mission and didn’t tell anyone, leaving your already rocky relationship with Bucky crumbling. Was it really hate he harbored for you, or was it something else?”

Untitled single dad fic by @angie-likes-to-art single dad!Bucky x teacher!reader

“You made a promise to yourself to not sleep with any parents before starting teaching, little did you know the guy you slept with two days before is the dad of your cutest student.”

Alpine Adjustment (sequel to You’re the Sunflower) by @aries-writingblog Bucky x reader

“it’s been five months since they adopted Alpine, so why does she only like Bucky?”

Rehab by @mymoonagedaydream Bucky x reader

“You weren’t expecting any meaningful results from court-mandated therapy, so meeting him really threw you for a loop.”

The Mating Program by @multi-stann alpha!Bucky x omega!reader

“In desperation, you go to the only place you know of where you’re sure you’ll be able to find an alpha- more like set up with one. Little do you know, the one you get isn’t all too fond of the idea, and he pushes you away.”

Melted Hearts by @bxckybxrnxs Bucky x Avenger!reader, friends w/ benefits to lovers

“On a mission to Siberia in Winter, you, Bucky, Steve and Sam are stuck overnight at a dingy hotel. Luckily for you, the hotel has a bar. Unluckily for you, each time you get drunk you find yourself kissing Bucky like there’s no tomorrow, but the ‘friends with benefits’ type arrangement the two of you appear to have, isn’t really working out anymore. And what a surprise: it turns out there’s only one bed!”

Heart-Eyed Surprise by @wienerbarnes teacher/biker!Bucky x bartender!reader

Reader meets Bucky at a bar... surprised to learn the tattooed biker’s occupation.

Play the Game by @buckys-black-dress college/fratboy!Bucky x reader

“When you’re suddenly forced into the partying scene at your college campus by your roommate, you meet some of your school’s most notorious fraternity brothers. Unfortunately, one of them seems to have taken a liking towards you. His name? Bucky Barnes. Charming, bright blue eyes and dark brown hair that makes you want to run your fingers through it. And although you might not know it when you first meet him, he has a few secrets hidden up his sleeves. Will you be able to move past these secrets, or will you have to let whatever you had with him go?”

The Devil’s in the Details by @bucky-bucket-barnes Bucky x avenger/enhanced!reader, enemies to lovers

“You and Bucky didn’t always give into the other’s twisted little games. You didn’t always hate each other. You didn’t always quip back and forth, the other waiting to see who would break first. Now, there you were, accompanying Bucky on a mission to a ballroom of all places. Despite your tense history, Bucky can’t help but assume a protective role around you, guarding you like a crown jewel as you complete the task at hand. But who’s to say he plans on keeping his hands off of you?”

A Favour by @buckysbabygorl Bucky x reader

“The team is close, obviously. They thought they knew everything about each other… until Y/N drunkenly admits to the team that she’s never had sex. And she’s eagerly waiting for that to change. Everyone is happy to step up to the plate, regardless of Bucky’s feelings for Y/N. Can he confess before it’s too late?”

Tag! You’re It by @morsmordre-writes @buckysmischief modern!Bucky x reader, social media AU

“Bucky falls for Wanda’s college roommate, too bad she’s less than interested.”

Along Came You by @world-of-aus Bucky x reader, past Steve x reader

“He remembers the night he got the call, it had been unexpected, he hadn’t seen it coming, though to be fair you hadn’t either. He had listened to you scream that night damning him and Steve to hell.

“Did you know,” you screamed, “did you know about the two of them, were you ever going to tell me, were you just going to continue to lie to my face!”

He hadn’t, he wouldn’t, Bucky truly had no idea of the infidelity of his best pal.Funny. Could he even call him that anymore, could he even call Steve his best pal after what he had done to you?”

Dancing with Death by @strwbrrybucky (can’t tag) death!Bucky x mortal!reader

“you died, but unfortunately you have no recollection on how you passed. death has a proposal for you, helping you find out how you passed, as long as you give him your loyalty for eternity. why not fall in love with death?”

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Seeing Red | bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x actress!reader (part 6)

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5)

series summary: bucky used to brag that he didn’t have a celebrity crush, or really care about famous people at all, which is what made him the perfect person to start working for a celebrity like yourself. except, of course, it’s just his luck that he’d fall for you.

word count: 5.1k

warnings: smut (in the form of road head lmao) plus some more implied smut and teasing and stuff, use of 'y/n' which is perfectly fine but it still makes me anxious cause I've never done it before, other than that just fluff and celebrity/PR stuff

You tilted your head slightly as you watched Bucky emerge from the pool, slicking his wet hair back out of his face, body dripping with cool droplets that sparkled in the afternoon sunlight.

Yeah, you were never going to get tired of this view.

“See somethin’ you like?” he grinned as he grabbed a towel and rubbed it over his hair before lowering it to dab off his shoulders and torso, his dog tags jingling lightly when he bumped against them.

“Yeah, why don’t you come over here and put that body on me?” you purred. He chuckled and stepped closer, tossing the damp towel aside before leaning down to climb onto your pool chair and hover above you; the dog tags hung low and tickled your stomach, making you giggle a little.

“I don’t know that I should, I actually have a girlfriend…” he explained, feigning hesitance as you sat up slightly to nibble at his jaw.

“You know, a lot of couples have a ‘celebrity pass,’ and I just so happen to be a celebrity… do you two have one of those?”

“Maybe we do,” he replied nonchalantly, raising an eyebrow.

“Who’s yours?”

“This really hot girl I saw once, in this really crappy movie,” he winked.

“Hey!” you laughed, shoving him back. “Which one of my movies is crappy?”

“What makes you think you’re the hot girl I’m talking about?” he countered.

“Oh, you’re really trying to get yourself in trouble.”

“Just to be clear— we’re not going to have any celebrity passes, right?" he frowned. "Because you know a lot of famous people and I don’t like those odds.”

You scoffed. “Definitely not.”

“Good. I can only handle one famous woman at a time anyways,” he chuckled.

He, meanwhile, would never get tired of waking up beside you, holding you before you were even really aware of anything yet, feeling you stir in his arms and snuggle up close to his chest.

“Bucky…” you mumbled sleepily into his shoulder.

“Yeah?” he whispered, smiling a little as your eyes fluttered but didn’t really open.

You just hummed and shifted again, looking so peaceful that he couldn’t help but kiss your forehead. “Mornin’, beautiful,” he purred.

And there was the best part of every morning: when you opened your eyes and looked up at him for the first time, and you smiled— actually smiled at the sight of him. He couldn’t remember the last time somebody was this happy to see him. He couldn’t imagine what he’d ever done to deserve it.

“Hi,” you greeted coyly.

“Hey there,” he grinned back. His eyebrow raised when he felt your foot delicately trail up the back of his leg, your hips beginning to straddle his. “Got somethin’ on your mind, pretty girl?”

“Maaaaybe…”

He chuckled, always impressed (in the best possible way) by your insatiability. “Already?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “had a dream about you.”

“Care to enlighten me?” he prodded, rubbing your back with his metal hand.

“You had me bent over the bed…” you began, voice a bit lower than normal.

“Good start.”

“In my trailer," you finished.

“Oh, you’re filming in this dream?”

“Well, we weren’t filming right then," you grinned, and Bucky clenched his jaw just imagining the idea of filming you while he fucked you. Much too risky when celebrity sex tapes always seem to end up leaking, but a fun thought nonetheless. "But you made me promise to keep quiet in case somebody heard us. Said you didn’t want anybody else to know how I sound when I come.”

He smirked. “Seems like something I would say.”

“But really I liked the idea of everybody overhearing and knowing how good you make me feel… I want them all to know I’m yours.”

“Sounds like a nice dream,” he smirked, shivering slightly when you leaned in to start kissing his neck and jaw.

“Feel like making my dreams come true, stud?” you purred.

“Yes,” he admitted tensely, “but we don’t have time. You have a meeting at 9, remember?”

“No no no, we have time,” you assured. “We both know how fast you can make me come.”

“No point in doing something if you’re not gonna do it right,” he frowned, “and I don’t have time to do it right.”

“You really are just completely against quickies, aren’t you?”

“Morally and religiously, yes," he announced firmly as he puffed up his chest.

“Religiously?” you repeated with an eyeroll.

“Making you come at least three times is sacred,” he explained. “I worship your body. The shapes I make with my tongue on your clit? I’m spelling out my prayers.”

“You do spend a lot of time on your knees,” you remembered.

“Yeah, well, so do you,” he winked. “But you really do need to get up. And I need to shower before I go warm the car up.”

“Fine," you groaned, wrenching yourself out of his grasp and hopping out of bed.

"That's the spirit," he laughed, getting up with you and starting his own morning routine.

He had to keep you in check to make sure you were ready on time, but with a little encouragement he was able to get you in the car with even some time to spare. And since it was just the two of you and you weren't going to be seen getting out of the car, you could ride passenger and be closer to him.

"What's this meeting about again?" he asked as he took the car around the driveway and out of the front gate, starting the commute to the address you'd given him.

"Director wants me for a project, we're gonna talk about her vision and see if it's a good fit."

"Have you seen a script yet?" he asked, hoping that you'd let him take a look at it if you had.

"No, it's still being written, but the concept sounds amazing. I'll tell you all about it after the meeting," you promised.

He checked the estimated arrival time on the GPS screen and noticed it was even faster than he anticipated.

"Hey, we've got some room for error— do you wanna stop for breakfast?" he offered.

"I want breakfast, but I don't wanna stop," you decided.

"What, like drive-through?" he asked, but then you suddenly reached across the console and slid your hand over his thigh and right over his groin. "Oh, fuck."

You smirked as you leaned in a little bit, resting your head on his shoulder as he started to grow hard in your palm. "Keep your eyes on the road, okay?"

"O-okay," he nodded a little, shifting in his seat to make it easier for you to undo his belt and fly.

You reached into his boxers and wrapped your fingers around his shaft— even just that made him shiver and blink a few times to try to focus on driving. Your fingers were a little cold but it was welcome relief considering he was suddenly burning up.

A few strokes were enough to get him fully hard, and it took a deep breath to keep him together as you leaned your head down into his lap, giving a slow lick right over his tip. "Fuck," he whispered under his breath, but you definitely heard it because he could feel your smirk as you kissed up and down his length.

Just when he was about to beg for it, you wrapped your lips around him and sucked, gentle at first but slowly getting more aggressive as he fought the urge to buck up into your mouth.

"Oh god," he sighed, head falling back onto the headrest. Your tongue swiped over his slit where precum had gathered already, and it was just another reminder that you'd already found all his most sensitive places and planned to use them against him whenever you could.

A little hum echoing in your throat vibrated through his cock, making him hiss a little as you started to set your pace of bobbing up and down and stroking what you couldn't fit in your mouth. Little drops of your spit rolled down the shaft to his balls and if he wasn't trying to hard to look at the other cars on the road he would've let his eyes roll back in his head.

Finally, a red light gave him a chance to take his hands off the wheel and grab your hair, stroke your back, hold your face— he didn't really care what, he just needed to touch you.

"Baby," he groaned, "fuck, you're so good… keep sucking my cock, just like that, oh my god—"

A car horn tore him from the moment and made him realize the light had turned green. One hand quickly shot up to steer as he let his foot up off the brake, breathing through his teeth as you sucked him harder and deeper.

Just as he put his foot on the gas, you took him down your throat until your lips met with the very base of him, and the shock made his leg jerk and sent the car lurching forward.

You were laughing a little as you pulled off of him, still stroking his soaking wet length as you popped up to glance out the windshield and then up at him. "Drive much?"

"All the time," he defended breathlessly, "but, uh, not usually like this."

"You can handle it," you scoffed. "All you need to do is not hit any cars or poles or pedestrians. Just relax and let me get my breakfast…"

You went back down with a smirk as he exhaled sharply, silently promising himself that he was going to keep his cool and drive safely.

Instantly, the tip of your tongue just barely pushing into his slit sent that plan out the window, a loud moan echoing through the car and his eyes falling shut for only a moment.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he groaned.

You let out a coy little giggle before getting back into it, returning to your reliable pattern of stroking and sucking with the occasional venture into the back of your throat— but this time gaining speed steadily, making his toes curl inside his boots and the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

His metal hand had a death grip on the steering wheel while his other stroked your hair and held you down just a moment longer each time your throat wrapped around his head.

"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna— oh god—" he tried to warn you.

You moaned approvingly, stroking your hand and bobbing your head faster.

His turn was coming up and he needed to get two lanes over, but at this point he accepted that he was going to miss the turn because he just needed to come down your throat right fucking now; he didn't even hear the GPS announcing that it was recalculating the route, he didn't even care that he was driving way too slow, all he could perceive was the feeling of your lips around him as he throbbed with each pump of his load onto your tongue.

"Fuuuuckkkk," he gasped as he held you down at your neck, making sure you got every drop. But that backfired pretty quickly when he let go and you still didn't come back up, sucking as if he hadn't come at all. "Oh— oh fuck!" he yelped, and his fears that his eyes would fall shut were gone because they were wide fucking open now, his breathing coming fast and hot through his teeth as your tongue refused to let up.

Your little moans made it clear this was not an accident, but a deliberate attack on his senses that made his entire body jolt.

He tried to pull you off of him, and you resisted for just a moment before finally giving him a break, popping up from his lap to swallow what was in your mouth and lick your lips with a prideful smirk. He allowed himself a quick glance at your satisfied expression as he laughed exhaustedly, still trying to catch his breath as you leaned back in your seat.

"You are…" he began, but he didn't even know where to start. "That was dangerous," he decided to inform you instead.

"But it was fun," you grinned.

Another red light gave him a chance to tuck his softened cock back into his jeans. "We're just a few minutes away, so I don't have time to return the favor," he realized with a frown.

"Don't sweat it, I get the feeling you're gonna more than make it up to me tonight."

"What makes you so sure?" he smirked, even though you were completely right.

"Because I'm gonna take you out somewhere fancy, and you always put out after I buy you dinner," you explained with a chuckle.

"It's cause every time we go out, I have to act all professional and stuff, so when we get home I just can't wait to get my hands on you again."

He pulled in to the parking garage of the studio, finding a spot before turning off the car. You were about to grab your bag but he pulled you into a kiss; not so desperate since he'd just come two minutes ago, but still plenty passionate as his tongue slid over yours in search of the taste of himself to remember what you'd done even clearer.

Your lips moved against his with a quiet little moan, so precious that he couldn't stop himself from gripping your waist tightly.

"You're sure you can't be a few minutes late?" he mumbled, barely pulling back as he reached up and held your face in his hands. "We could get in the back and you could ride me real quick."

"Ah ah ah, we know there's no 'real quick' with you, you said it yourself," you reminded him. "You'll say it's just to take the edge off and then I'll end up folded like a pretzel while you rail me for an hour."

He laughed; he couldn't deny that. "Fair enough. Go to your stupid meeting."

"It won't even take that long," you promised. "And I'll be thinking of you the whole time… hard not to when sucking you off got me so wet."

"Fuck," he growled, "you'd better leave now before I change my mind and make you stay."

You smiled and gave him a peck on the nose before opening the door and getting out of the car. He took a moment to watch you walk away before grabbing his newest borrowed book from the glovebox: Tuck Everlasting. You promised this one wouldn't make him cry which was the only way he agreed to read it because he couldn't handle another sad ending again. And, because he was a little too in love to think straight, he actually believed you.

He hadn't told you yet, though; it was way, way too early for him to feel this way at all, let alone tell you about it. For now, the two of you had something great going, and he didn't want to rush it. Well, he did want to rush it, but he knew he shouldn't, so he kept his feelings to himself for the time being.

You were heating up some Vietnamese leftovers on the stove (you’d taught Bucky to stop using the microwave to reheat noodles and now he would never go back) while your boyfriend relaxed on the couch, attempting to find something decent to watch with your meal.

“Hey, one of your movies is on later,” he noticed as he scrolled through the channels. “We could watch that.”

Maybe it was weird that you watched your own movies pretty often— after all, plenty of actors preferred to avoid seeing their own performance— but it made perfect sense to you; you took roles in the kinds of movies that you enjoyed watching and wanted to see more of. It wasn’t that you sought out something you’d been in to watch, and it definitely wasn’t that you didn’t cringe a little watching yourself, but you just happened to like a lot of the things that you’d been in. Plus, they brought back sweet memories. “Oh, which one?” you asked, focusing mainly on stirring the food in the wok.

“After Midnight,” he informed you, and your smile dropped.

“Oh. Um, I don’t like that one,” you dismissed quickly, “what else could we watch?”

“Really?” he pressed, unfortunately not following your segue. “It’s pretty popular… I never saw it, sorry, but I figured I should. Is it not good?”

“No, it’s good, it just—”

“Then what don’t you like about it?”

“Do you not know that I did that movie with Sam Wilson?” you finally blurted out.

“Oh…” he deflated slightly. “You two dated, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, over a year,” you remembered, sounding more somber than you intended.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring up any bad memories,” he frowned, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“No, it’s okay, it’s not bad memories,” you soothed.

“Well, I didn’t mean to bring up any good memories either,” he smirked. “I guess you guys were pretty serious?”

“I thought so,” you answered, leaving the silent second half hanging in the air: He didn’t.

“Kinda sucks you can’t watch your own movie just ‘cause your ex is in it,” he realized.

“Yeah, that one’s especially hard since that’s how we met and all… and I was basically the only person on the planet who didn’t watch Code Gray while it was on,” you remembered. “I mean, everyone was talking about it and I just had to smile and nod and try to ignore the big-ass billboards in LA with his face on them. You get used to that last part, though.”

“Maybe you get used to it, but I don’t think I will,” he admitted.

“I guess it’s easier when you’ve already seen your own face on a billboard,” you shrugged, turning off the stove and distributing the food into two bowls.

"That reminds me, I saw your perfume ad on the side of a skyscraper yesterday," he told you proudly.

"Oh yeah? How's it look?" you asked as you stuck some chopsticks into the food and brought it with you to the living room.

"Looks good, I guess, but it doesn't really look like you to me. You're so airbrushed I couldn't see all my favorite little details of your face," he admitted as you set the bowls on the coffee table.

"That's the nature of the game," you shrugged, joining him on the couch and relaxing against his chest as he embraced you.

“Dating in the public eye must be tough…” he mumbled. You twiddled your thumbs and wondered if that meant he didn’t want to go public with you. He must have sensed your discomfort; he always did. “What’s on your mind, beautiful?”

"Would you ever want to… you know… go public? I wouldn't blame you if you'd rather stay this way as long as possible—"

"What?!" he scoffed. "Baby… I don't care about the spotlight, for better or for worse, I just care about you. And I want to shout it from the fucking rooftops if you'll let me."

You grinned and snuggled up into his arms. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he hummed.

“We could, you know… start that process, if you wanted.”

“What about what you want?” he pressed instead.

“I want everybody to know,” you decided with a smile that you tried (and failed) to fight. “I want to be able to go out with you and not worry about who sees or how you touch me.”

He grinned and kissed you, gentle but a little bit less than innocent. "I want that too," he whispered.

"Then let's do it," you announced giddily. "But, let's have dinner first."

He was reading as he waited for you in bed, starting to pick up on the fact that you'd duped him into another heartbreaking read. He was about to confront you about it when you returned from the hallway, but you spoke first.

"I just got off the phone with my publicist," you informed him, "she thinks we should get papped together before I post about it on Instagram."

"'Get papped'?" he repeated incredulously as he slipped a bookmark between the pages and set the novel aside. "Is that some sort of hip slang for getting a pap smear because, I'll warn you now, I’m pretty sure anatomy dictates that we can't do that together."

"Paparazzi," you clarified unamusedly as you got in bed next to him. "She wants us to go to lunch or something and tip off a few photographers; it'll be in the gossip rags by tomorrow."

"God, being famous sounds weird as fuck," he shivered.

"You'll find out for yourself soon," you warned, half ominous and half humorous, as you laid your head on his chest. "You're gonna have your own following once this hits."

He grimaced a little, afraid of becoming slightly famous in his own rite just for dating you when he didn't actually have any talent worthy of attention or praise. “Oh god, I’m not gonna have to make an Instagram, am I?”

"No, but you might want to consider a tinted moisturizer," you pondered aloud as you suddenly examined his face closely.

He gently batted your hand away as you reached up to poke his cheek. "Okay, I get it, I'm old. Makeup ain't gonna fix that."

"You're not old," you laughed, "and it's not that there's anything wrong with your face, it's just that everybody looks washed out on camera and the magazines and their readers are fucking ruthless. If I go out without mascara they'll start running shit about how I'm turning into a crypt keeper. God forbid I wear a tight shirt after eating a massive burrito; they'll pick out baby names for me."

"Christ," he groaned.

"You still wanna do this right?" you asked quietly, shifting from joking to concerned so quickly.

"Of course," he assured, clutching your hand where it had been absent-mindedly rubbing over his chest hair. "Do you?"

"Yeah," you smiled, relaxing again. "I can't wait, honestly."

"Then let's do the lunch thing tomorrow. You have to help me pick what to wear, though." Your arms wrapped around his torso and hugged him tight. "Ooh, don't squeeze me so hard, I ate a lot of Vietnamese food," he frowned.

"Sorry," you giggled, still holding him close but applying less pressure. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, instinctively stroking your arm with his thumb for a moment before leaning over to turn off the lamp on his bedside table.

Yes, his bedside table, with a drawer full of his stuff. Next to your bed. It was like his wildest (yet most domestic) fantasies coming true and he was beside himself about it.

"G'night," you whispered, cuddling up closer to him.

"Goodnight," he whispered back, planting a kiss on the top of your head. He stayed awake just long enough to hear your breathing and feel your heartbeat as they slowed down, only then allowed himself to fall asleep as well.

You'd convinced him to stick to his usual style of 90% leather and denim, while you opted for the classic "I'm famous but I'm pretending I'm normal but I'm definitely not" look of jeans and a t-shirt that looked casual but actually cost nearly a grand combined. It was the ideal look for allegedly-candid pap pics, in your mind; unfortunately, the ribs were wanted to order were not part of that look, and you frowned a little as you ordered your salad and gave the menu back to your waitress.

"I'll have the same," Bucky mumbled quickly and handed his menu over as well, the waitress nodding before she stepped away.

"Salad? Really?" you questioned, fixing your hair for a moment since the breeze had messed it up slightly; you had to sit outside for visibility reasons, and thankfully the weather was gorgeous, but you could do without the wind.

"I'm not stupid, I know better than to unhinge my jaw to eat a burger when I'm going to be photographed," he chuckled. "I'm not hungry anyways, I'm too nervous."

"Don't be nervous," you dismissed, "all you have to do is sit here and not suppress the instinct to act like my boyfriend."

He reached forward and rested his hand on top of yours on the table, stroking your wrist with his thumb. "How about this?"

You smiled a little, feeling your face warm; sometimes he made you feel all shy and giddy like that, just from the simplest things.

“So, when are the paparazzi getting here?” he asked, breaking the silence that you hadn't even really noticed before, too lost in your thoughts.

“They’re already here. Across the street, behind those bushes.”

“Wha— oh my god,” Bucky gasped as he craned his head to see there were, in fact, cameras obscured behind the foliage, “they’re good!”

“Yeah, it’s too bad they use their powers for evil most of the time,” you frowned. “Spent a lot of time and money trying to keep less flattering pictures out of the papers.”

“How ‘less flattering’ are we talking here?” he pressed with a raised eyebrow.

“Unfortunate angles while getting out of a car… maybe a rendezvous on a balcony that we thought was totally private…”

“Do I want to know who the ‘we’ was?”

“Nope,” you grinned. "That's all in the past now… and right now I'm here with you." For emphasis, you slipped one of your shoes off and playfully trailed your foot up his leg.

"Careful there, honey, or you're gonna end up with some more dirty pictures to bribe some sleaze into deleting," he warned with a smirk.

"Just gotta make sure these pictures make it clear we're not just friends," you explained, shrugging a little but wiggling your toes as you moved just past his knee before going back down and slipping your shoe on.

"Maybe we're just really, really good friends."

"Ever gotten this personal at lunch with a really, really good friend?" you asked playfully.

"No, I don't think so…"

"Ever had sex in the bathroom of a really fancy restaurant?" you added, voice dropping as you grinned.

"No, and I never will," he laughed, "because the chances of getting caught are astronomically too high. We literally came here for the express purpose of getting caught."

"Yeah, fair enough," you deflated slightly, taking another bite of your salad.

It was easy after that: just talking with him as naturally as you always did. He glanced over at the hidden photographers occasionally but you'd all but forgotten they were there.

"Well, I think our job here is done," you decided after a half hour had passed. You stood up from your chair and he followed suit, but he stopped you before you turned away.

"Not quite yet," he smirked as he pulled you closer and into a kiss— one that just barely pushed into 'a little too steamy for out in public' territory. Even so, he was the one that had to pull away first because you quickly got so lost in it that you would've let him go on forever. "Now we're done."

"Yep, that'll do it!" you laughed, hugging him quickly before dropping a fifty on the table (it was a 40% tip but who cares) and leading him back to the car.

His phone was already set to give him news updates about you, and he smirked when he checked it after dinner only to see your plan already in motion so easily.

New photos spark Y/N Y/L/N dating rumors

Is Y/N Y/L/N dating again after highly-publicized romance with ‘Code Gray’ star Sam Wilson?

‘Touch of Blood,’ ‘After Midnight’ Star Spotted At More-Than-Friendly Lunch with Her Bodyguard

Y/N Y/L/N and Mystery Guy Get Frisky Over Salads at Lazan Bistro In The Lower East Side

“Now we just have to wait until tomorrow,” you smirked. “Is it weird that I’m all jittery about it? I mean, it doesn’t really matter, cause we’re the only thing that matters, but—”

“No, it’s okay, I’m excited too,” he agreed, setting his phone down and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Although I am enjoying my last day of anonymity.”

“Soak it in, Bucky-boy, most of us don’t get the chance to really appreciate it before it’s gone,” you giggled. “You should go out and celebrate— go grocery shopping, see a movie, something I can’t do anymore.”

“If you can’t do it anymore, does that mean you’re not coming with me?”

“That’s sort of the point.”

“But I’ll miss you…”

“You’re so needy,” you rolled your eyes. “But I like it,” you added with a peck to his cheek.

“Need anything from the grocery store? Or the movie theater?”

“All I need is a kiss before you go,” you decided.

He purred and pulled you a little closer, ghosting his lips over your cheek. “Do I get to pick where it is?”

“Above the belt,” you scolded playfully.

“That still gives me plenty of options,” he smiled as he leaned down to lift your shirt up, deciding to place his slow, gentle kiss onto your nipple. He wrapped his lips around it carefully, circling his tongue around the bud as it hardened.

“Oh fuck,” you sighed, weaving your fingers into his hair.

He grinned and looked up at you, pulling away just a little too soon to hear your pretty whines. Who’s the needy one now? “Can I give you one more kiss, on the other one?”

“Only in the interest of symmetry,” you smirked, moaning when he moved to the other nipple and sucked it a little harder than the last. He let his teeth just barely graze the sensitive skin, your body jolting in his arms at the sensation.

“Oh, I bit this one but not the first one,” he realized, “so I’m gonna have to go back. For symmetry.”

He kissed his way back and gave a rough lap over it before sucking it between his lips and using his teeth just like he’d promised. “God, just fuck me.”

“Really? I thought you wanted me to go out without you,” he remembered.

“Later,” you sighed, “need you now.”

A prideful grin stretched over his face as he stood back up and held you tight, tapping your back to instruct you to jump into his arms and wrap your legs around his hips— which you did instinctively, much to his delight. “Okay, pretty girl, let’s get you to bed.”

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