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chasingmidnights · 1 month

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A Brutal Life Series: Part Three - Just Another Manic Monday

Title: Just Another Manic Monday

Summary: With the most recent nightmares plaguing you, you nearly forgot about your lesson with Jake.

Warnings: First, this is 18+, minors DNI!!! Warnings to look out for (but not limited too): implied previous abuse; nightmares; some mild angst; implied stalking/harassment; Jake Jensen (he’s a warning, okay!); Bucky Barnes (he’s also a warning, okay!); mild cursing; and I think that’s it. I apologize if I missed anything, but you are responsible for what you read and your own media consumption. I do not claim to be a professional writer, any and all mistakes are my own; nothing is beta read.

Wordcount: 2,022

The rain softly beat against your window as you laid in your bed and you were wide awake. You reached for your phone and instantly groaned when you saw what time it was, four in the morning. After placing your phone back onto the bedside table, you rolled over to your side to try to get some more sleep, but you knew it would be fruitless. You were so tired though, you just wanted a good night’s sleep, was that too much to ask for? Your nightmares have been more consistent recently and in full force, you were actually starting to dread sleep. Not only did you have to go through the abuse once, but now again in your dreams. Frustrated, you decided to give up on your sleep and threw the comforter and sheets off of you and climbed out of bed.

You tiredly made your way to the kitchen and started to make yourself some tea as quietly as you could. Once you had your tea just the way you liked it, you took a seat at the bay window and wrapped a blanket around your legs. You watched the rain trickle down the window and listened to the soft rumble of the occasional thunder. You sipped on your tea as you sat there, you had always liked the rain, it always brought you a sense of comfort. Even now as your thoughts swirled in darkness. As you sat there, your past weighed heavily on you, it consumed you most days, being able to think of nothing else and all of the horrible shit the universe put you through. Your younger and more innocent self always believed that there was some hidden reason for everything one person went through, but she was a damn fool. The older, more cynical you, now knows that sometimes you just get drawn a bad hand and there’s no rhyme or reason to it, some were just born to suffer. You let out a small sigh before lifting your tea cup up to your lips and taking a long drink of your tea. The tea warmed you up a little bit and brought you some comfort, but tea can only do so much, it’s not a cure-all.

You’re not really sure when or how, for that matter, but you managed to drift off to sleep and for once, it wasn’t plagued by nightmares. When your vision comes to as you start to wake up, the warm morning sun was beating down on you. You started to stretch as you looked around and as you did, you saw Wanda in the kitchen making her coffee. A soft smile formed on your lips as the fresh brew filled your nostrils, you always did enjoy the smell of fresh coffee in the morning. But then it dawned on you, if Wanda was awake, then it had to be at least nine and you were going to be late to meet Jake.

“Shit!” You tossed the blanket off of you and quickly scrambled to your feet and bolted past Wanda to get ready.

“Well, good morning to you too!” Wanda chuckled as she saw your reaction to the time.

You hurriedly put together an outfit and threw your hair into a messy bun. As you hobbled around to put your converses on, you called out to Wanda. “Why didn’t you wake me?!”

As Wanda remained in the kitchen, she shook her head playfully. “Didn’t know I was supposed to! And besides, you looked so peaceful, and figured you could use the extra sleep.”

A moment later, you came back out from your bedroom and narrowed your gaze at her. “You knew very well about my plans today.”

“Oh yeah, your date with Jake, right?” Wanda inquired, a smirk etched on her dainty mouth.

“It’s not a date, okay? He’s just showing me a few things to become more tech savvy, that’s all.” You explained quickly, before pausing for a moment. “But do I look alright?”

Wanda snickered as you asked that. “Right, not a date. As for how you look, you might want to make sure that your shirt isn’t inside out or backwards.”

You glanced down and immediately saw the tag wasn’t where it was supposed to be, causing you to groan. Even though Wanda was giving you a hard time about this whole thing, you were thankful that she had pointed that out. You rushed back towards your bedroom to fix the shirt, double checking to make sure it was the right way before leaving your room again.

“Much better.” Wanda said, as she looked up from the paper she was reading.

“Thanks. I’m not sure when I’ll be back, but I’ll keep you posted.” You said as you grabbed your keys and purse before walking out the door.

Wanda playfully shook her head as she watched you leave. She knew it was only a matter of time for the two of you.

Jake let out a heavy sigh as he stood at the counter with Bucky, who glanced over at him and shook his head. It’s been ages since he’s seen his friend act this way over a girl, let alone a girl he barely knows.

“Jake, you’re being ridiculous, you know that, right?” Bucky commented on his friend’s attitude.

“How so? I’m doing inventory.” Jake replied, pausing for a moment to look over at Bucky.

Bucky scoffed at Jake’s answer as he ran his fingers through his hair and countered Jake’s statement. “That’s bullshit and you know it, that sigh wasn’t about inventory.”

Jake arched a brow as he stopped what he was doing and crossed his arms. “You keep track of the different sighs that I have? That’s kind of weird man.”

Bucky was about to reply when you walked into the storefront. “Saved by the bell.” Bucky muttered under his breath.

A groan quickly followed Bucky’s mutter as Jake slapped him on the back of the head, causing Bucky to reach back and rub the spot. Upon seeing the action, you stopped in your tracks, tilting your head a bit as you made sure not to drop anything. Since you were running late, you had decided to stop and get coffee and treats as a way to apologize.

“Did I come at a bad time?” You asked as you adjusted the box in your hands, make sure not spill any coffee.

“Hey, girl scout, of course not. What did you bring us this time?” Bucky inquired, his eyes on the box in your hands.

You glanced between the two of them, before you accepted Bucky’s answer. “Just some treats and coffee as a way to apologize for being late this morning.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” There was a short pause as Jake came around the counter, a huge smile on his face. “Here, let me help you with that.” Jake offered as he carefully took the box from you.

“Oh, thank you, Jake.” You smiled at him, butterflies already starting to form. “Um, I wasn’t sure how you guys liked your coffee, so I got everything on the side.” You said, before handing Bucky and Jake their coffees.

Bucky smiled at you before he took a drink of his coffee. “Black coffee is all I need, thanks girl scout.”

“It’s no problem, really.” You replied, before glancing over at Jake, who was putting three packets of the raw sugar into his coffee.

“Just need a dash of sweetness in mine.” Jake said, before taking a sip.

Once the coffee and treats were served, you and Jake went back to his office. You watched him as he got everything set up, he moved so elegantly and quickly that a part of you was almost in awe by his movements.

“Hey, sorry I was late.” You said after a while, breaking the silence that had formed.

Jake paused as he glanced over his shoulder to look at you. “No worries. Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, I just haven’t been sleeping well lately, but I’ll be okay. Especially when you show me all of your tricks and we figure out who’s messing with me.” You answered as honestly as you could, not wanting to reveal too much.

Jake looked you over for a moment. He had a feeling that there was something else, but he didn’t want to push you; after all, he barely knew you. “Well, let's get started shall we? Here, have a seat.”

You smiled as you did as Jake told you what to do, but as soon as you did, a sinking feeling started to form in your chest as you logged into your email. You froze though as you saw all of the unopened emails from your harasser, you couldn’t believe there were so many of them.

“D-did these all just come in?” You asked, as you tore your gaze away from the screen to look at Jake.

Jake’s smile faded and his face became more serious. “Yeah, last couple of days, unfortunately. I’m trying my best, but damn, this person has it on lock down, it’s been nearly impossible to break through to get to the other side. Don’t worry though, I’m not gonna give up, I like a good challenge.”

You couldn’t help but admire his determination as he popped his tattooed knuckles. “Well, I definitely appreciate all of the hard work. Maybe if we can find out who this is, I can actually do something about it, have them arrested or something.” There was a short pause. “I have a question.”

“Shoot.” Jake said, gesturing for you to continue.

“Well, I was just thinking, should we back up these emails in case something happens?” You inquired as you took a shaky breath.

Jake started to scratch his chin, ruffling up the small, fine hair that was there. “You know, I hadn’t considered that, but if that’s something that you want me to do, I definitely can.”

You sat and thought about it for a moment before you answered. “Yeah, if it’s not too much trouble, I think I would like that.”

“You got it boss.” Jake said with a smile.

You smiled back at him and as you did, you could feel those pesky butterflies starting to form again. After a moment, you cleared your throat and you turned your attention back to your laptop.

“So, shall we get started?” You asked nervously, as you tried to focus on the laptop, while you waited for further instruction.

“If you’re sure that you’re ready, then yes, let’s get started.” Jake said, clearing his throat as well.

Once you left Jake’s shop for the day, you felt a little bit better. You knew a little bit more about what it was that Jake was doing and your computer skills didn’t feel so rusty. Could you do it on your own? Absolutely not, you still needed Jake.

As you walked back to your apartment, the evening breeze felt good to you and you could still smell the rain in the air from earlier this morning. A small smile had formed on your lips as you thought about how, for once, that life might be looking up for you. You didn’t want to get your hopes up though, life had been cruel to you for the most part. You should’ve known better than to think about hope though, as your phone beeped a couple of times. You stopped walking to answer it as you pulled your phone out of your purse. Your heart started to race as you saw a text from an unknown number. You took a deep breath and with shaking hands, you unlocked your phone and tapped on the message. As you did that though, you were filled with instant regret and your stomach dropped.

Unknown: Did you miss me, sweetheart? Because I’ve missed you. - C.B.

After reading the text a couple of times, you finally looked up and looked all over, but nothing stood out to you. You quickly tucked your phone away before you continued your way home, picking up the pace as you did.

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navybrat817 · 2 years

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I know i suck at drawing but i couldnt describe it with words

Red one is Steve and blue is bucky

They want you to decide who you will be facing (v) and who will get the back view (a) while you are riding them

Also my internet connection is stable right now, i couldnt be happier, get ready to get spammed

I'm glad the connection is stable right now, lovely! And I love this drawing!❤️

As far as who gets which view, both would be very appreciative no matter which view they get. I feel like 40s!Bucky would love watching your ass bounce as you take them, lightly smacking your cheeks to get a reaction out of you. God, pre-serum!Steve trying to breathe as he pushes his face against your chest. He'd happily go out that way if he could.

The soft part of me after Bucky is free, he craves eye contact with you and would prefer you facing him. Post-serum Steve is fine with that. It gives him a chance to palm your perfect ass, both of them praising you for taking them so well. Who wouldn't want to be the middle of that super soldier sandwich?

Why isn't this my life? 🔥

Love and thanks! ❤️

#navybrat answers #fuel for thots #bucky barnes #steve rogers #bucky barnes x reader x steve rogers #stucky x reader #why isn't this my life?#yandere stories #sending love ❤️#asks are always appreciated

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onbearfeet · 3 months

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Me: *comes out of my room, stretches* There we go, a thousand words.

Roomie: *playing video games* You just wrote 1000 words?! Just now?!

Me: In the last hour or two? Yeah. I mean, I also stopped to look up stuff about Ohio and write some footnotes, but yeah, 1000 words of actual narrative.

Roomie: Uh. WOW.

Me: I mean, a thousand to two thousand is my usual chunk before I need a stretch break.

Roomie: ...

Me: ...

Roomie: ...

Me: This is one of those things normal people don't do, huh?

Roomie: I don't know that many normal people, but yeah, probably.

Me: Well, I added a reference to the Ohio Grassman, so it was already gonna be weird.

Roomie: A grass man sounds messy.

Me: Fuckin Ohio. I've never been there, and never wanna.

Roomie: That's probably wise.

#life post #yes this is about the next wbn story #i had to figure out where elsa would have safehouses #which meant thinking up monsters for her dad to hunt #cryptids ahoy #poor grassman #they seem chill #werewolf by night #fanfiction #bucky barnes

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puppy-bitch24 · 1 month

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FanFic alert!

I need help finding a fairly old fanfic. imma explaining the plot the best as I can as I remember

it is a Marvel fic. Steve and the others manage to bring Bucky back to the tower but something is still off. the only person who knows is Tony.

Problem? Tony cannot tell anyone without the risk of Bucky hurting him. Bucky at every chance would hurt and harm him. it started off with pinches and bruised or light pushing. but now has escalated into leaving bruises and snarling threats.

Tony still tries to tell Steve but is ignored. he goes for a walk only to get ambushed by Bucky who kidnaps him and begins choking him. The Avengers arrive and fight him off of Tony. steve, who's still in denial, starts to reason with him thinking it is the winter soldier influence. Tony barely breathing reminds him that it is not. They beat Bucky and take him into custody and Tony is taken to the hospital. bucky wakes up and tries to play dumb but it doesn't work. so he admits the truth with no shame. confident that they couldn't truly hold him. steve sick to his stomach goes to leave the room but Bucky stops him and says

"Call me when you finally get sick of Stark. Til the end of the line. right,"

and laugh as Steve runs away.

#fandom life #marvel #ao3 fanfic #fan fiction #fan fic problems #tony stark #dark bucky barnes #i can't remember who wrote it #steve rogers #hurt/comfort #hurt tony stark #bucky is not a good guy in this story #it been so long since i read it #tw abuse #tw assualt #tw threats #iron man #winter soldier

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gleeksfreaksandwannabes · 4 months

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It’s totally normal to tear up over your own writing, right?

Anyway, Steve’s plan has finally come together, and I couldn’t let it go by without a solid dose of angst! Thank you so much for your love on this story, guys, it means so much!

#ohh steve #you fucked up #but also you broke my god damn heart #today on things i really wish were canon #bucky deserved to be saved #and i refuse to believe steve went back to the 40’s and didn’t even think to rescue him #or feel guilty about what he was going through while steve lived his apply pie life #also it is taking every ounce of self control i have not to post this entire story in one hit #because i’m nearly finished #my babies #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #marvel #my writing #laura’s writing

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winniewings · 1 year

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Her name is Sarah : Part 5 (Bucky Barnes)

Pairings : Bucky Barnes x original female character

Warnings : Past rape, protagonist was sexual abuse victim, past abuse, scars, blood .

Summary : Who could say that a normal night walk would change Bucky Barnes life forever, when he finds a distressed woman with blood stained clothes seated next to a New York’s street dust bin , holding her naked newborn baby in her arms staring at the blue eyed man with her vulnareble hazel eyes.

Part 5 ( Part 4 )

" You have a mall 10 minutes away from this hospital, there on the second floor you have a store that sells clothes and all the highlighted stuff, it's called The Baby and Me" The doctor replied to a visibly anxious Bucky, who rushed out of her cabin after she finished giving the directions, but not before whispering a barely audible and breathless "thanks".

When Bucky arrived at said shop, he genuinely felt like a deer in the headlights.

There was so much variety of every single thing that he couldn't even imagine. So he walked over to the counter and handed his list to the shop assistant.

" I need all these highlighted stuff… if you could help me gather them?" Bucky asked the middle aged worker, whose eyeballs got rounder than meatballs with every word that the man spoke with the most insane puppy eyes that that lady had ever witnessed in her life. " Maternity gowns, nursing bras,.. but sir... what size is your woman?" The worker asked .

'' What do you mean? I don't know, isn't it specified on the list?" Bucky replied, visibly shaken,

"No, sir…"

"Don't say that…"

"I'll show you the different sizes and I'm sure when you see the garments you can choose the right size for your wife" She suggested, walking along with Bucky towards the section of the new mothers.

"Well… she's not my wife"

"Your girlfriend?"

" No... no…"

"Your sister perhaps?"

"No, not at all… I don't even know her name. I've just been given this task by a friend … hum… for his wife" The brunet partially lied, not really being prepared for these kinds of questions.

" Why don't you call him and ask what size his woman uses? "

"I don't think he will pick up my phone " Bucky lied again, this time downheartedly.

The brunet's mood lit up when his eyes fell on a peach toned knee length gown, which he picked up and eyed it for a couple of seconds…dearly.

"I think this will fit her" He said, adoringly staring at the knee length maternity gown and giving it to the lady, after imagining the nameless mother in that particular garment smiling shyly and lowering his eyes.

After eyeballing the shopping for the Unnamed lady, they passed to the baby's section, which was done rather quickly due to the lack of customers in the store. When he was done, he carried all the things back to the hospital, where he showed his purchased goods proudly to the gynecologist who selected some of the clothes for the mother and the baby and gave the rest to Bucky.

" Nurse, these are for room 109" The doctor ordered the nurse and left with Bucky in order to carry out all the paperwork so she could just discharge her patient.

The doctor's aid entered room 109 with her hands occupied with a stack of clothes and placed them on one of the unoccupied tables while the unnamed woman was pleasantly busy breastfeeding her child.

"I believe that the postpartum nurse explained everything about the care of yourself and your newborn baby?" The nurse said, approaching the woman, carrying the baby's first clothes and diaper in her hands.

"Who brought these?" The lady alarmingly asked, puzzled, taking her eyes off from her little one to finally look at the professional.

"The man who saved you that night and brought you here, Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, he is an avenger. He's the one who paid for all your medical bills"

" He paid them, he gave money for me…he bought me" She murmured in a lost manner as her memory kicked in, and something familiar caressed the back of her numb mind.

" No…no... he did not buy you or your son. He lives in the Stark Tower with the other avengers, and he will take you there. Trust me, it's the safest place you could imagine in this whole city and I have heard really good things about him . I even think that it's safe for you to be there because... you never know… when your baby's father…" the nurse assured after taking a seat on the patient's bed, staring at her big round honey kissed eyes.

"My baby has no father. That man is not his father… he will never be. My son only has a mother, that's it" The lady protectively cut the nurse's speech with an agitated tone, holding her baby tighter than before as he suckled from her breast.

" Who was he? How many years did you live with him?"

"I've said it before, I don't know" The woman replied, visibly disturbed by the nurse's endless queries.

The nurse's inner curiosity was running wild at this point as she eyed all the injuries and scars of the women's chest feeling the urge to murder someone, the one who had tortured this young innocent woman to the point where she doesn't even remember her name, age or basically... anything about herself.

"Would you like to dress your baby?" The nurse asked sweetly, smiling, to which the woman replied with a sympathetic nod.

When it was her turn to get dressed, the lady was helped largely by the nurse as her limbs were still in great pain due to all the injuries she had suffered and the weakness caused by the childbirth.

After all the bureaucratic fuzz was over, Bucky entered the room 109 carrying a hand luggage on one of his shoulders containing all his purchases for the lady and hung a newborn's backpack with all the baby's essentials on his back, accompanied by a nurse who came with a wheelchair for the woman who was lost in her thoughts seated on the edge of the bed, cradling her baby in her arms.

"Miss… Sergeant Barnes is here to take you home" the nurse spoke, sending chills to the woman's body, making her lift up her eyes from her little one to stare at Bucky, who greeted the woman's amber eyes with his own, aiming to calm the woman.

20 years ago... a child had heard these words being said to her in a similar fashion after which her life changed forever. That child was... the grown-up woman who was currently holding a baby in her eternally tortured limbs. But the female knew... she had nowhere to go. She knew nothing much about this man... besides the fact that this man standing a couple of feet away from her had taken her from the streets and provided medical attention to her and her prematurely born baby. Had given her clean clothes to wear, had made it possible for her to feel less pain in her deepest wounds.

Accepting her fate and trusting this unknown man, she was being carried away from her room to his car in the wheelchair by The nurse, who later helped the lady to get into it too and saw the woman getting further away down the road in the white vehicle.

Notes:

hiii guys! first of all, thanks for all your comments, likes and reblogs ! SEcondly , i really hope you enjoy this chapter and this story provokes curiosity in your minds, please let me know your thoughts in the comments bellow and dont forget to hit the like and reblog, it keeps me motivated to write more!

ps. oh , and i am not a medical proffessional , so dont take anything medical seriously, its just fiction.

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daydreamerdrew · 5 months

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The Adventures of Captain America (1991) #2

#weeee I really enjoyed this #the Golden Age comics completely skipped past Steve and Bucky’s relationship before Bucky learned that Steve was Captain America #by tacking on Bucky becoming Steve’s partner to the end of Steve’s origin story and going from there #I had no idea that Bucky smuggling contraband at Camp Lehigh predated Ed Brubaker’s comics #though I think Brubaker’s Bucky was more well-liked #and to a certain extent his business was known about and tolerated #he trades with a major in one of the Captain America and Bucky (2011) issues #and there's a reference to Bucky's smuggling being covered up so that he wouldn't get in trouble #in one of the flashbacks in Captain America (2005)#his cigarettes and candy bars were all legit to my knowledge #whereas this Bucky is described in the previous issue summary for the next issue as a ‘con man’#and he needs Steve to protect him due to his bad deals #though that Major seems to like him- he’s smiling for Bucky #we see this Bucky manage to get his way where he wasn’t supposed to more but I think Brubaker’s Bucky came across as more charming #anyway Bucky electing Steve as his bodyguard but also saying if he got beat up then ‘I’ll help you take care of ‘em!’ is cute #I like the way he just inserts himself into Steve’s life #marvel #steve rogers #bucky barnes #my posts #comic panels

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ebonymayhem · 1 year

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Y/n: Oh where did you get this scar? I've got similar)

Bucky: Which one exactly? This one is from some knife, this from explosion this one fro...

Y/n:..Damn dude I've got mine when I tried to run right through the tree it was tough

#the story of my life #bucky x you #incorrect marvel quotes #bucky barnes

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imwall-e · 2 years

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W&TWS - The Day They Met

Summary : He is a super-soldier of more than 100 year old, struggling to find a place in this new world. She is a young student of 23, struggling with life. But they know they can find comfort and help in each other.

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count : 972

Warnings : none

Author's note : English isn't my main language, so I apologized for any mistake. It would means a lot if you reblog and comment! In this story, Avengers exists but I don't follow the MCU. It's just a soft story I wanted to write. Hope you'll enjoy!

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March 19th, 2022

James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes, also known as The Winter Soldier was a 100 year old man, but when he "died" he was 28. That was the age he gave to people who didn't know who he was, which - to his surprise - happened more often than he expected.

All his life, he only knew the fight or torture. Barely peace, and that's what he wanted now. So he decided to travel and discover the new world he had to live in. Lately, he settled in a quiet town in a country in Europe.

Thanks to his link with the Avengers, he could stay in the hotel of his choice, as long as he wanted. And behind the hotel was a lake. It was beautiful and very calm so he often walked around it. As it was cold outside, there was no one. Times like this allowed him to think about his past and make peace with it, but mostly about his future and what he wanted to do now that he was free.

At the same time, Willow Drakard was getting ready to take her dog for a walk. She was a student of almost 22 year old. She was studying Literature, Languages and Civilisations in English, but she recently realised that it wasn’t for her. The pandemic made it difficult for her to follow the classes. Add to this the final exams next month, and her stress was only increasing.

Fortunately for her, she had great friends who supported her when she had anxiety attacks. She also managed this anxiety by playing video games, writing or reading. But on this Friday of March 19th, 2022, she felt the need to go outside, taking her dog with her. It’ll help her clear her mind.

Her dog Scamp, an Australian Shepherd of 5, was very excited to know that he was taken for a walk. He was always pulling the leash until they were at the lake. There, Willow untied the leash so he could run. But he never went too far from her.

As he was heading for their usual spot where they could play, Willow saw a man and tried to call Scamp back to go somewhere else and not disturb the stranger. But Scamp never listened and when he spotted the man, it was impossible to stop him from running towards the guy. Willow ran after her dog who was now trying to draw the man’s attention in order to get petting.

“I’m really sorry”, Willow said as she arrived. “He’s a big puppy who just wants to play”, she tried to reassure the guy, hoping he wasn’t angry.

“That’s fine, he’s really cute”, he answered while he kneeled in front of Scamp to cuddle him. What’s his name?”

While asking the question, he looked at Willow. She answered but also noticed his eyes. They were blue, so blue that she felt like she was staring into the ocean. And she really wanted to dive into them. He was tall, really handsome and had brown hair. She imagined passing her hands through it. Unfortunately, she was way too shy to introduce herself first. But James wasn’t.

“I’m James, by the way. Everyone calls me Bucky, but I’m fine with James too.”

“I’m Willow. It’s nice to meet you, James.” He seemed to blush a little when he heard her say his name, but that could be the cold. He gave her a big smile, saying it was a pleasure too.

They continued to talk and walked together, Scamp leading the way. James confided that he used to work with the American government but that he now wanted to create his own enterprise, something about communication. He didn’t share anything about the Avengers as he wanted to stay as discreet as possible. As for Willow, she explained her situation towards the university and James was happy to help her.

“Do what you want, don’t think about other people and their opinions. The most important thing is that you’re happy. You said you loved reading and writing. Think of yourself as the main character. This is your own story and you deserve a happy ending. You matter, your happiness matters.” She thanked him and felt great to hear a stranger supporting her. James loved to see that he had put a smile on her face.

At some point, Scamp took the leash meaning he wanted to go home. That’s when James and Willow realised that they had been talking and walking for more than an hour. They felt comfortable together and neither of them wanted to separate.

“Can I walk you home?” James asked, taking any opportunity to stay with Willow a bit longer.

“Of course, that’d be great.” Her answer made him smile. Willow didn’t live so they arrived at her place in just five minutes.

Arriving in front of her door, Willow was thanking him and saying goodbye and he did the same. When she entered, Scamp rushed to his bowl to drink. Only seconds after closing the door, someone knocked. It was James.

“Sorry”, he started, “it’s just that it was really great to talk to someone… to you, and… huh… I wanted to know if it was possible to maybe see you again ?” He was so nervous and scared that you would say no. But he knew you were about to say yes when he saw you smile.

“Of course. Do you have Instagram?”

“Yes, my best friend Steve created one for me”, he said as he followed her and she was doing the same. “Thank you Willow, now I’m really leaving and we’ll talk later.”

They couldn’t wait to start knowing each other better. And as she was closing her door for good this time, they both had a smile on their face that would not fade away.

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#bucky barnes fanfiction #james buchanan barnes #bucky #bucky barnes x oc #love story #mcu #fanfiction #marvel fanfic #marvel #captain america #ceo!bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #my life with bucky barnes

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zmbiicrsh · 2 years

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i want fics of my comfort characters just existing yk?? like i want to read abt all they do in a day. or maybe them with their favorite canonical person and see how they react.

#zmbiitalks #like i wanna read a fic of james barnes just existing #him hanging out with steve and sam. even natasha and clint #i wanna read a fic about garroth just living. maybe exploring hobbies and seeing his thought process #i wanna be immersed in their stories so i can escape from reality #i want a fic of peggy carter relaxing and hanging out by herself without needing to always be at the ready to save a life #i want her to relax.#same with peter just. relax. take a moment and stop.#marvel #aphmau #bucky barnes #peggy carter #peter parker #garroth ro’meave #aphverse #aphblr #mcu

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mediocreateverything · 2 years

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Fandoms and characters i write for

Stranger things:

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Nancy Wheeler

Robin Buckley

Eleven (platonic only)

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda maximoff

Carol Danvers

Peter Maximoff

Mj Watson (mcu)

Peter Parker (mcu)

Darcy Lewis

Criminal minds:

Spencer Reid

Penelope Garcia

Elle Greenaway

American horror story:

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

Kit Walker

Zoe Benson

Madison Montgomery

The countess

Michael Langdon

Winter Anderson

Xavier plympton

Brooke Thompson

Montana Duke

Life is strange:

Max Caulfield

Chloe Price

Nathan Prescott

Dana Ward

Rachel Amber

Euphoria:

Rue Bennett

Jules Vaugnn

Maddy Perez

Lexi Howard

13 reasons why:

Clay Jensen

Jessica Davis

Hannah Baker

Alex Standall

The rookie:

Lucy Chen

Tim Bradford

Tamara Colins

Angela Lopez

Reign:

Mary Stuart

Francis

Scott Pilgrim vs. the world:

Envy Adams

Ramona Flowers

The society:

Harry Bingham

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jbbarnes · 3 months

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george barnes was always a gentle man. his newborn son wasn't even a month old when the us joined the great war, and george himself was drafted a few months later. he hated leaving his wife and son, but he did his duty, and he came home to find the tiny baby he'd left behind now a sturdy toddler. he had missed so much: his eldest's first words, his first steps, but he was determined to make up for lost time. he doted on his children, his son and then his daughters. he was affected by his time as a soldier, but he never let it play a role in his relationships with his family. he had fought and it had been the war to end all wars.

he couldn't imagine that one day his own son would be drafted for another war. his father was the first person bucky told, the one who held him as he shook, his arms feeling just as safe as when bucky was small. george had been the one who kissed his forehead, ran a hand over his hair, told him he knew bucky would come home safe, that they'd all be waiting for him.

it devastated him when they received the telegram informing the family that their son had been lost. it was just another blow when the second telegram came. george was never quite the same after that. still just as gentle. but there was a sadness that never quite left his eyes.

#★⠀⠀⟶⠀⠀headcanon.#★⠀⠀⟶⠀⠀the barnes family.#i feel like i've written/mentioned winnie quite a lot #and george deserved some attention #i think part of the tragedy of bucky's story is: he was just nice normal guy #with a nice family and a nice life #sure it wasn't perfect but no one's life is #just a normal guy with loving parents and sisters and his best friend #and the world was so cruel to him

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downbadf0rficppl · 3 months

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pink in the night

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: Some interesting rumours have been circling around about Bucky. Little do you know, it's kinda your fault.

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: Porn with a bit of plot, SMUT, SMUT, SMUT, soft Buck, SMUT!!!!

AN: Sorry y'all! It's kinda a bit shit but listen, it's self-indulgent so idc :) This is kinda inspired by 'Pink in the Night' by Mitski which I was listening to while writing this. Have a good rest of the week, y'all <3

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Bucky had a love-hate relationship with being your neighbour. On the one hand, he loved seeing your face as you left your room every morning, hair not yet slicked to perfection, and sleep still evident on your face. You seemed a lot more innocent in the morning - conversations more idle.

On the other hand - and perhaps as a downside to his more sensitive hearing - you drove him crazy with the knowledge of things that perhaps he wasn't supposed to know.

This night was no different. You had headed off to bed after a long day, bidding everyone in the kitchen a good night. You grabbed a water bottle before slipping into the elevator, Bucky not far behind. You stepped out of the elevator together and you wished him sweet dreams before slipping into your room. Oh, his dreams were going to be far from sweet.

You see, your beds were pushed up to opposite sides of the same wall, so he could hear you relax on your bed. He could hear you shuffle to strip into just your underwear, and how your hand slipped into your panties. He could hear how your breath hitched as you circled your clit, and your soft moans as you plunged your fingers into your cunt or as your vibrator dipped in between your folds.

He could almost envisage you doing it - a forbidden porno that took root in his mind every night that he heard you finger yourself to completion. The rosy pink flush that you would glow as you came all over your hand. Your heavy rise and fall of your chest as you came down from your high. The small smile that would adorn your face as rolled over to fall asleep - the oxytocin released coursing through your veins.

He felt disgusting as he did - one of those creeps that he intended to protect you from for the rest of his life. But after you'd fallen asleep, he'd hop into the shower to cool his body and his mind - to throw the detestable thoughts of you to the far corners of his mind. But as he fell asleep, you'd re-enter his mind in a different way. A more safe-for-work way. You'd be in his arms, cuddling him and whispering sweet words of encouragement. You'd be cooking him dinner while he told you funny stories about his life with scrawny Steve in the 40s; he'd be washing the dishes while you sat on the counter tell him about your day. He'd worry for your well-being - not as an overbearing coworker but as a loving, doting boyfriend. Maybe husband.

Bucky was getting ahead of himself - he'd have to work up the courage to have more than a few-word conversation with you. But for now, wishing he could hold your hand would have to suffice.

Being Bucky's neighbour was not much easier. Especially when he was completely oblivious to your plight. Even the slight brush of a hand made your heart flutter.

You loved seeing him early in the morning - he always seemed less reserved when he was fresh from a good night's rest. He was faster to smile, faster to laugh. It was nice. You woke up at an ungodly hour to see him just before he headed on his morning run. You couldn't deny that the morning light did wonders for him - you were always left wanting more when he dipped into the elevator.

Oh, and the sounds. Your hearing was not quite as superior as Bucky's, but you definitely heard things that left you clenching around thin air.

You knew Bucky wasn't one to self-complete often - in fact, it was rare that you ever caught on to the act. But you had caught the odd broken moan coming from his room. You turned into molten mush, the weight of your arousal buckling your knees. If there was any sound that could turn you to putty, it was that.

You didn't how many times the idea of Bucky fucking you had played through your mind, but each night a different variation brought you the same ending - your fingers deep in your cunt, coaxing you to a climax.

Every night, you wished his cock, tongue, fingers were filling you up instead of yours, leaving you aching and wishing for more. You wanted to run your nails down his back - leaving permanent reminders of your love for him - while he nipped at your neck - leaving marks claiming you as his.

Sometimes, your brain caught up to your thoughts, reprimanding you for your possessiveness. He wasn't yours, you had to remind yourself, even if you wished he was. For that, you'd have to actually have to have more than a few-word conversation with him - which to be honest, seemed impossible. So you stuck to your nightly wishful dreaming, hoping one day he'd be yours. Only yours.

Summer was the worst for Bucky. You were the type to spend hours upon hours out in the sun, coming back with a budding tan and rosy complexion - it did nothing to quell the budding images flashing in the back of his mind. You. Under him. Panting. Moaning his name as he brought you to the edge. Over and over again. Face glowing pink as you gaze up into his eyes, drunk on love and his cock. Bucky had to excuse himself to splash cold water on his face.

It didn't help that the clothing you wore did nothing to help his imagination. The semi-sheer tops, the shorts, the swimsuit and bikinis. Every time he saw you, he immediately had to duck back inside to deal with 'a little problem'. More like a very large, very hard, and very obvious problem.

Still, he enjoyed your company more than he had for the better part of his time living in the compound. He listened to your stories, your jokes, helped solve your issues. He felt that - even if you weren't quite what he wanted you to be - your relationship was blossoming into something quite beautiful. And that made him feel a lot braver - he introduced a little comment here and there, a hand always on your waist or the small of your back. He flirted with you from time to time: just to gauge a meter on your reactions, he'd tell himself, as if this was an experiment to crack a hypothesis that had been perplexing scientists for years.

The sun was peaking over the top of the trees surrounding the compound when you woke up. That was a rarity in summer, given that the sun rose at nearly 5am. Still, you didn't miss out on the opportunity to watch the sunrise, curling up on your windowsill with your blanket wrapped tightly around your shoulders.

You heard Bucky opening his door, and you ran towards yours, grabbing your phone and slippers on your way. You opened your door just as he closed his. He was dressed in gym wear - as always - since he was going on his morning run around the compound track. It was a nice track - one that you rarely frequented - going in and out of the forest behind the compound, totalling about 4.5 miles in distance.

He took you in, eyes bulging as they raked over you. You looked down, following his gaze. Shit. In your rush to see Bucky, you'd forgotten that your nightwear had consisted of some flimsy shorts and your bra - that you had thrown on after waking up to save a modicum of dignity, should someone burst into your room. It was too hot for anything else. You crossed your arms over your chest, which indefinitely made the issue worse as Bucky's eyes lifted way over your head.

"Looking good, babe!" Nat yells, walking across the landing toward you both. Clearly, Bucky had been intending to go on a run with her, maybe fit in a quick sparring session. You sent them on their way, with a 'have fun' and 'don't have too much fun.'

As soon as you were back in the comfort of your room, Nat elbowed Bucky hard.

"Oww! What the fuck was that for?" Rubbing his metal arm, for the convincing act.

"Oh please, you big baby. You have a fucking metal arm, get over yourself." She looked down, "You have a bit of a situation going on down there."

He looks down, embarrassment flushing his cheeks bright red, and subtly tucked his hard dick into his waistband.

"You wanna go sort that out? I won't hold it against you," Nat said, hitting the button to call the lift, "I promise not to tell Stark. Scout's honour." She jokingly holds up 3 fingers. Bucky swats her arm gently.

"No point."

Nat gasps, "No way. Don't tell me Mr. Winter Soldier can't have sex."

"Not sex," Bucky mumbles, "Just jerking off. Can't seem to - you know - finish."

Bucky had a history with Nat. They'd known each other for years. That kind of history made this kind of conversation somewhat less uncomfortable.

Nat burst into laughter. So much for not being uncomfortable.

The lift stopped on Sam's floor. He stepped in, gazing warily at the scene in front of him: the Black Widow doubled over in laughter, and the Winter Soldier embarrassed and uncomfortable in the corner.

He begged to be let in on the joke. Nat wheezed between laughs, "He - can't - fucking - cum!" Bursting into another bout of laughter, with Sam close behind, Bucky jumps out on the next floor, heading to the roof for some fresh air. He catches you up there, trying out some morning yoga. He sneaks up behind you as your stand up, grabbing your waist. You shriek, hitting him hard in the chest, before melting into his embrace once your brain caught up to the situation.

"Not fair!" You pouted, pausing your peaceful music, "Yoga's supposed to be peaceful!"

Bucky chuckles, pulling you into another hug, feeling you wrap your arms around his neck.

"I thought you were going on a run with Nat?" You whispered into his ear, your cheek resting on his clavicle.

"She ditched me for Sam." Bucky opted to leave out the real reason why he had left Nat and Sam in pieces in the elevator.

"Sucks to be you, Barnes!" You laugh pulling away and stepping back onto your mat. "Now leave me alone - just 'cause your friends abandoned you, doesn't mean you can bother me."

Bucky pouted, causing you to laugh before you turned back to your Yoga. He stood there and watched you for a minute, before heading back down to the gym. He strung up a punching bag, before wrapping his flesh wrist. Bucky took all his pent-up aggression and frustration out on the punching bag, allowing no respite between each jab, cross, and hook.

He stayed in the gym for over 3 hours, working every bit of stress out of his body. By the time he left the gym, the sun was high in the sky and a long day of paperwork and training awaited. Bucky headed up to his room for a quick shower - washing all the sweat off his body.

He felt lighter heading downstairs for breakfast - the weight of his arousal pushed far back in his mind. There was nothing he could do about it anyway.

Since deciding he would pursue you honestly, he couldn't seem to finish, no matter how hard he tried. You had been the only thing to push him over the edge - it seemed his body couldn't do it without you. It was frustrating beyond belief. He'd tried other things, porn, erotica, even thinking back to good times before the war. Nothing helped. It was as if his body was finetuned to you - only you knew the magic password to release him. Figuratively and literally.

When he reached the kitchen, he was privy to a welcome sight. You, in your combat gear, grabbing some granola bars before you jumped on the quinjet. You and Stark were heading on a surveillance mission in Guatemala for the week. You were reaching up to the top shelf, stretching on your tiptoes for the expensive granolas that had been kept on the top shelf. Bucky's granola bars that he had put there to stop anyone else from stealing them.

He reached up from behind you and grabbed the box, placing it in your hands. You looked guilty. You'd been caught red-handed.

"It's fine, doll. Take as many as you want." He said, leaning back against the counter, resting on his forearms. Your face flushed red as you grabbed 2 or 3, shoving them into your bag and turning around to fill up your water bottle.

You shivered when his hot breath fanned across your exposed neck, "Just remember that you owe me."

He was gone by the time you turned around.

The rumour had spread like wildfire while you were away.

"Did you hear that Bucky can't have sex?"

"I heard that Bucky can't - you know - cum?"

"Apparently, his time at Hydra fucked him up worse than he realised."

"He can't even masturbate you know?"

The rumours were getting out of hand, but he let them swirl. There was an ounce of truth to them, even if Hydra had nothing to do with his current predicament.

No, that blame could only lie with you.

When you got back, Bucky had just left on a 4-day-long mission with Sam - which meant you heard all the rumours and Bucky wasn't there to defend himself.

You heard it first when you dropped your suit off for dry-cleaning. One of the tech guys was whispering to Marta, the woman who looked after the dry cleaning of suits, about Bucky's apparent inability to ejaculate. You were shocked. Where the hell did they even get that information? You dropped off your suit and headed back up to your room to shower.

You then heard another mention of it when you went to drop off your reports. Two of the agents that were being reassigned to Steve's team - that were currently on a month-long mission in Chad - were gossiping outside Tony's office.

" - and apparently she ran out crying. Thought she wasn't good enough for him or something along those lines. I don't know."

"Yeah, apparently the breakup was grizzly."

"I feel bad for him you know, all of the shit he went through with Hydra, and now this?"

"Yeah, man, really sucks."

Your face blushed a bright red. What the fuck? Where did this rumour even come from? You knew for a fact that Bucky hadn't had a girlfriend since living in the compound so wherever that part of the rumour came from was completely untrue.

You had to get to the bottom of this.

You spent the better part of the next 2 days collecting bits of information from conversations between people around the compound. You found out that the rumour had originated from a conversation between Nat and Sam, which an agent had overheard while they were on their run. It had been twisted as most oral stories were leading to this big misleading idea that Bucky was unable to even get it up and that he was unable to please a woman. You were sure the latter part was untrue. You'd heard the way he moaned alone in his room - you were sure that you could cum just from his moans alone. He wouldn't even need to touch you.

You didn't think the rumour would affect you when Bucky got back. After all, you knew at least some of it to be false. But when he got back, his beard grown out a little because he couldn't shave it while he was away, you felt embarrassed. Not because of his supposed 'predicament' but because you felt as if you had found out something that you maybe weren't supposed to know.

Bucky caught on quicker than you would have liked. The night after he got back, Tony had thrown a little get-together to 'celebrate midsummer'. Realistically, Tony just wanted a reason to go out and drink with his friends. You had avoided Bucky most of the night - not necessarily intentionally, but Bucky still felt slightly hurt and more than a little confused.

He caught you alone on the balcony, looking out at the stars.

"Did I do something?" He said, sneaking up behind you and making you jump. Nervousness and insecurity laced his every move, worried that he had hurt you in some way that he couldn't possibly imagine.

You shook your head violently, scared to make eye contact with him. He lifted your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his.

"What's wrong?" You turned back to face the sky, embarrassment filling your chest. He laced his metal fingers into yours, "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

"It's stupid."

"No, it's not. Nothing's stupid, not if it's you." Your heart fluttered at his words.

Your eyes met his steady gaze, "It's really stupid." His eyes begged you to go on, "It's just that - um - when I got back I - um - heardthisreallystupidrumourandIshouldn'thaveletitgettomebutbasically -"

Bucky placed a hand on your waist, drawing small circles, "Breathe."

"Someone said you had trouble pleasing women." You let out quietly. If it hadn't been for his enhanced hearing, he probably would have missed you. His grip on your waist tightened, "Bucky?"

"Trouble pleasing women? That's a new one." His deep voice cut you to your core. You let out a small whimper as the arousal pooled in your panties.

Bucky didn't miss that either.

He grabbed your arm and led you through the party. No one gave you a double look as he lead you into the vacant elevator, slamming your floor number and pushing you up against the wall.

"Think I can't please a woman, huh? Think again. Don't think I don't know what you think about when you cum all over your hand, whining my name under your breath." You whined lowly at his words, feeling how he pushed his hard dick perfectly in line with your throbbing pussy, "Isn't that right, slut? That's what you are, aren't you? My perfect little slut?" You moan at his degrading statement, pushing your pussy further onto his cock trying to find some friction.

"So needy," He tutted, his condescending tone only heightening your arousal. The elevator door pinged and Bucky picked you up bridal-style, kicking the door to your room open. You regularly forgot to lock it while heading down to dinner - for once, both you and Bucky were glad.

He dropped you on your bed, unceremoniously, eyes raking over you ravenously. The heat rose up your face, as you shifted under his unrelenting gaze.

"Oh baby, you don't how long I've been waiting for this." He leaned down locking your lips in a passionate kiss. His palm landed just above your knee, caressing up your leg towards your upper thigh. His hand slid under your dress, cupping your ass. He left a light squeeze, making you gasp into the kiss.

He leaned down, grabbing you with ease, flipping you both so you were straddling his waist. He tangled his flesh hand in your hair, the metal one possessively gripping your hip. He brought you down to his lips for another kiss - even when you were on top, he made sure you knew that he was in charge.

He toyed with the hem of your dress, eyes raking over you once again.

"Off."

You pulled the dress over your head, leaving you in your bra and panties. You felt seriously underdressed, especially considering Bucky was still in his jacket. He reaches up, joining your lips in another kiss, and reaching around to remove your bra. He tosses it to the side, running his knuckles over your pebbled nipples. You moan loudly, panties soaked. He takes his time pinching and squeezing your nipples, licking and biting as he went. The alternate sensations of one warm hand and one ice-cold heighten your arousal ten-fold. You buck your hips over his jeans, the sensation of his fly between your sensitive folds throwing you into overdrive.

His grip on your waist tightened once again. "I can feel your cunt throbbing, honey." You whimpered pathetically. "Go ahead, use me to get off. I know you want to."

Your hips started bucking off their own accord, clothed pussy running over the fly of his jeans. They started slow, getting a feel for what exactly you were doing. Bucky's hands started pushing you faster, setting a faster groove. The coil in your stomach began to tighten as your bucking became more erratic. You teetered on the edge of an orgasm when Bucky stopped you.

"Beg." He restarted your pace, faster and more erratic than before.

"Please, please, please, please, Bucky, please let me cum, please..-" You babbled, tripping and stumbling through your pleas. With a searing kiss, he gives you permission.

"I love you, I love you, I love, OH-" You fall off the edge of one of the hardest orgasms you've ever had, head empty with only one thing on your mind. Bucky.

You feel Bucky manhandle your body so your back is lying on the bed and he is towering over you. He asks you if you want to go on and all you can do is nod your head vigorously.

He chuckles, "I like your enthusiasm baby, but I need words. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes, YES!" You shout, breathlessly, already needing more.

He's fully naked and it's all you can do to not stare. He's definitely a well-endowed man, and he definitely has no problem getting it up.

"Like what you see?" He smirks, and you slap his thigh playfully. He pulls you further toward the edge of the bed and lines his dick up with your slick folds. He slides in slowly, holding your chin up so you keep eye contact with him. He watches as your eyes roll to the back of your head in satisfaction. You've never felt so full in your life. He presses into you slowly, feeling the way your tightness engulfs him, allowing your body to adjust to his size. You whimper softly as he pushes in - you never realised just how desperate you were for him.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He chuckles, watching as tears leak out of your eyes. His condescending tone was back, and all it did was make you hornier. You babbled incoherently, "Gone dumb already? What a cock-drunk little slut you are."

He trails a metal finger up the side of your torso, watching the goosebumps left in its wake. You whimper again.

"Such a needy little baby. Only I can take care of you like this, right? Only me."

"Only you." You affirmed, pressing a kiss to the arm near your head.

He pulled out almost entirely, before slamming all the way back in. You screamed in pleasure, and Bucky set a brutal pace. He pinned your arms above your head with his right hand, and his left hand came to wrap around your throat. The significance of that was not lost on you. He loved you enough to not hurt you, even with his metal arm.

"I love you, baby. You know that right?" Bucky looked you deep in the eyes, "You know I love you right?"

"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you," You babble back, lost in the throes of passion.

Bucky found your clit with his metal hand, pressing and flicking gently. You felt your muscles tighten for a second time, and you grabbed the sheets throwing your head back as you came harder than the first time.

Bucky came moments later, deep inside you with a loud moan. He pulled out slowly, collapsing next to you. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling yourself into his neck.

He chuckled at that, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a bear hug. You stayed like that for a minute before he untangled himself from you and carried you to the bathroom.

He turned on the shower and you both stepped under it, cleaning the sweat and cum off your bodies. Your legs felt like jelly, so you leaned heavily into Bucky as he washed you off.

"Stay awake, doll, just for a second," He said, shaking you awake each time you dozed off in the shower.

Bucky pulled some of your clothes onto your body, before setting you down on the bed. He gave you a quick kiss to the forehead before promising to be back soon.

He snuck into his room wrapped in a towel, before throwing on the first pair of sweats he could find and dashing to the kitchen for a cup of water.

He snuck back into your room, to see you already dead asleep on the bed. He slipped under the covers, tugging you closer to his chest, and smiled.

Through your grogginess, you nuzzled into his chest. "I love you." You whispered, your lips resting against his heart.

You woke up to the sound of soft snoring in your ear and sunlight streaming through the window. You smiled. You untangled yourself from Bucky's arms, disappearing into your bathroom to pee. You wash your face and brush your teeth before diving back into Bucky's arms.

Your legs were still sore from last night, but you didn't care. You were Bucky's and Bucky was yours. The very thought put a massive smile on your face.

"What's tickled your feather this morning?" Goddamn, his morning voice was sexy. You smiled and pressed a hard kiss to his lips.

Bucky smiled through the kiss. He picked you up by the thighs, carrying you while he brushed his teeth and splashed his face.

The compound was pretty silent, barely anyone was awake after drinking the night away. So, while Bucky made you pancakes for breakfast, you asked him the question, "Hey, Buck, where did the rumour come from?"

He looked at you, vaguely embarrassed, "You know that day, when me and Nat were gonna go down to train?"

You face flushed red, "When I walked out in my underwear?"

"Yeah," he chuckled, "I got a hard-on, like a teenage boy."

You stifled a laugh.

"So, Nat said, do I wanna go deal with it? And I told her I couldn't."

You looked at him confused, "Why not?"

"Cause of you," he said simply. You looked at him even more confused, "You were the only thing I got get off to. I tried everything else. Porn, erotica, even thinking about old sex. Nothing worked."

You flushed red again. "Oh god, I've weirded you out, haven't I?" You broke off his impending spiral with a kiss.

"I love you." You said, placing a kiss on his bare chest.

He looked at you with such love and reverence that you felt like you might combust under his gaze.

He kissed you again and all you could think was, "I love you, I love you, I love you."

I love you, I love you, I love you.

I love you I love you I love you.

fin.

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