#40s!bucky barnes x reader

[marvelouslizzie]

You're My Desire - Co-written with @notafunkiller

Summary: Your best friend drags you out on a double date. You were supposed to be Steve Rogers' date, but plans change pretty quickly and you end up in Bucky Barnes' arms.

Pairing: 40s Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI, first date, public sex, ripped clothing, teasing, rough sex, dirty talk, praise, pet names, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 5.5K

A/N: We really don't have an excuse for this one. We just wanted 40s Bucky to have a good time, you know? This is basically smut with little bit of plot.

Please give my lovely co-writer @notafunkiller a follow. She's also a Bucky Barnes writer and her stories are amazing.

All work is ours, please do not repost or translate without our permission.

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Read more tag starts after the first paragraph of the story.

Even though you really didn’t want to, you find yourself on a double date with your best friend. She literally begged you to come because she promised she would bring someone for her date’s best friend and apparently she really doesn’t wanna disappoint the handsome soldier.

You're shocked, though, when you arrive at the fair and see Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes in the flesh waiting for you two at the gate.

You were pretty sure she brought you here for Bucky Barnes but it turns out your date is actually Steve Rogers, aka Captain America himself.

You don't know what to do at first, awkwardly watching your friend hugging Bucky as if they knew each other for ages. Even though they met just a day ago. Steve extends his hand politely, which you immediately shake.

It doesn’t take long for you to go inside the fun fair together while chatting casually. Your friend, Cassie, starts asking questions about the war. She loves front-line stories, but Bucky doesn’t seem like he enjoys telling them.

Steve, on the other hand, is very excited to do it, answering all of Cassie's questions as you quietly watch them. You wonder why you said yes to this date. You've never been into soldiers and even less into war discussions. But you love your friend very much even when she ignores you.

You find yourself looking at Bucky while Cassie and Steve start to chat and exchange stories. He kinda seems amused by this development. You shrug looking in his direction, waiting for him to say something. After all, you are both already bored and your friends don't even seem to care or notice you anymore in the first place.

Bucky just smiles and then tries to change the subject. You think he actually handles that topic change pretty smoothly and it sticks for a while until Cassie gets bored of talking about books.

You remark Bucky's sad face, but you don't say anything. Instead, you subtly start to walk slower, hoping he'll do the same. As Cassie keeps talking to Steve, Bucky notices you are getting behind and just slows down a little.

"You're okay? Are your legs hurting?" Bucky asks concerned while looking at her shoes.

“No, no, I’m fine. Just got tired of the war stories, that’s all.” You keep walking slowly.

"Me, too." He sighs. "It's a never-ending subject at this point."

“Well, where there's life there's hope.” You quote the Hobbit instinctively. You hold on to the hope, one day you won’t have to talk about this war.

Bucky gasps, looking at you in a way you never experienced before. "What did you say?"

“I just said where there's life there's hope.” You repeat, surprised by the way he probably recognized the quote. People usually have no idea what you are referring to. Not him though.

"You're a fan? Oh god!"

That starts your actual conversation with Bucky Barnes. It turns out he’s a big bookworm himself. He reads as much as he can, always buying more books that he manages to read.

You didn't even realize how close you are until your shoulders slightly brush. You blush when he smiles, clearly not minding. Still, you feel very conscious about your closeness and quickly look toward your friend, feeling guilty that you are enjoying the company of her date, but she doesn’t seem to care one bit. On the contrary, she’s actually holding Steve Rogers’ arm while talking and laughing.

"You're very beautiful." You hear Bucky murmur shily.

His compliment catches you off guard. You were about to apologize on behalf of Cassie. Yet you find yourself blushing.

"And you love reading. I am a lucky man. I get to talk to you."

“I could say the same thing myself, Sergeant. I much rather talk about books instead of the war.”

"Then you got the right company." Bucky smiles and looks around. "Should we get some ice cream?"

“That would be amazing.” And that’s how you end up separated from Cassie and Steve. Bucky informs them about their plan and then leaves without waiting for them.

You spend the next hour talking and walking around the entire fair. James even won a teddy bear for you. Once in a while both of you act like you wanna find Steve and Cassie, but you definitely don’t care.

"I don't remember the last time I felt so comfortable and good with someone."

“I’m glad I’m not boring the shit out of you.” You know it’s not ladylike to speak this way, but you feel comfortable around him. It’s crazy when you consider you just met him maybe two hours ago.

Bucky smiles. "I can say the same. Steve says I'm quite boring."

“He’s quite boring himself.”

"Is he?" He snorts.

“Yeah. Who knew Captain America would be into war stories?”

"Doesn't the name say it?" He continues in the same joking tone.

“The name suggests he’s heroic and boring but he’s more boring and less heroic than expected. Stealing his best friend's date doesn’t scream honorable to me.”

Bucky is shocked to see her indirectly standing up for him. "Maybe I stole his date, though."

“His date was uninterested from the start and just being nice to her best friend.”

"Is she still uninterested?"

“In him? Yes.” You act like you don’t understand what he is actually asking.

"Well, the feelings are mutual. About the date and now…"

“You were uninterested in Cassie?” You say it in a way that shows you don’t believe him.

"Wasn't it obvious?"

“Nope.” It definitely wasn’t when they hugged each other the moment they arrived.

"I was trying to be polite. She insisted on this… meeting because I helped her out. I was relieved I could bring Steve."

“She sounded very interested in you until Captain Rogers started with war stories.”

"She was staring at his… back ever since we arrived."

You burst out laughing and he joins you right after. It sets the tone for the rest of the night and makes you notice you both don’t give a shit.

*

"I want to show you something," you say after a few seconds and quickly drag him after you until you reach a darker alley close to the last attraction. You drop the teddy bear carefully at your feet. "Hi."

“Hi.” He still seems a bit confused, but it’s so cute. He looks at the teddy bear and then his eyes turn back to your face. You can’t help but smile.

"You're so cute. Has anyone told you that?" You smile in return.

He acts like thinking for a second. “No, not really. Just cute?” He fishes for more.

"And smart." You touch his chest shily. "And kind."

“Hmm, those are not what people notice first.” He moves a little bit closer. “You have something…” He doesn’t finish his sentence, instead, his thumb brushes the corner of your lips. You wait for him to wipe off whatever you had on your face before opening your mouth and letting your tongue touch his finger shamelessly.

You watch Bucky’s eyes widen out of surprise. He didn't expect that at all. You grab his hand, bringing his finger inside your mouth, and notice how his breathing quickens. Yet he doesn’t stop you.

You let your tongue play for a few seconds until you let his finger go with a small bite. He lets out the lowest moan but not only do you hear it, but you also love it.

"Wow, I…" He doesn't know what to say, all red and excited.

“You what? Do you feel uncomfortable? Excited? I mean, I can stop if you want.”

In response, brave and happy, Bucky kisses you. His tongue is already on your bottom lip asking for permission, which you grant by opening your mouth without realizing it.

The kiss isn’t shy like you expected, and he definitely knows how to kiss. The way his lips and tongue move makes you want more, right then and there.

Your hands go to his neck as you let yourself enjoy the kiss even more. You keep kissing until you feel breathless. When Bucky breaks it, he doesn’t move away. His forehead touches yours as you try to catch your breath.

"This was…"

“I wanna do something if that’s okay…” You say while suddenly getting on your knees. You are wearing your favorite nylon stockings and you're sure they are gonna get ripped, but you don't care.

Bucky thinks he's daydreaming because how can this happen? How?

"What? What are you doing?"

“I think you know what I am doing, Sergeant. Just tell me to stop if you don’t want it, okay?” Your hands move to his belt but you wait for a reaction first.

"Stop. That's not… you don't have to do this. We are having a great time anyway."

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to. Is that okay for you?”

He can only nod, totally shocked and excited at the same time.

You unbuckle him slowly. Even though you are in a public place, you're in no hurry. You unzip him while looking into his eyes. When you finally take him out of his pants, he seems speechless. He’s already hard, but as soon as you start to move your hand, he gets rock hard after maybe four pumps.

"Jesus, you're so pretty. You look like a doll on your knees."

You smile proudly. “Tell me what I look like when I do this,” you say before taking him inside your mouth.

He closes his eyes, groaning. Your mouth is so wet and warm. You take it slow at first. Your mouth moves gently while you swirl your tongue around the head.

"Please." You hear him whisper, his left hand resting against the wall behind him.

You move your mouth away from him just to ask “Please what?” Your lipstick is already a little smudged.

"Oh god, keep going. Please, you're such a pretty sight."

“Tell me how I look when you're inside my mouth and I'll continue, promise.” You wink and remind him he still hasn’t fulfilled your request.

"Like a dream. Like a goddess."

“Hmm…” You go back to taking him inside your mouth without making another comment. This time, you move a bit faster than before and start using your hand.

"Your mouth will be the death of me."

That makes you smile but you don’t stop, moving your hand and mouth at the same time, hoping for a good reaction. His hand finds its way to your hair, wrapping it enough to pull a little. That encourages you to go faster, in need for a tighter grip. And you get it: soon, he wraps more of your hair around his whole fist, moaning your name.

“I think I'm gonna…” He sounds so breathy. “You should pull away.”

You look at him, acknowledging his warning, but showing him you are ignoring it. You keep moving fast, making sure your tongue flicks around the right spot every time until he spills inside your mouth. It’s a lot more than you are used to, but you still keep going until he completely empties himself. You take your mouth off, looking into his eyes before swallowing.

"No." He covers his eyes while groaning. "You can't do this to me, doll. Jesus…"

“Do what?” You innocently ask.

He doesn't answer you, taking you by the back of the neck and kissing you sloppily. You don’t get a chance to warn him about the taste and he doesn’t seem to care one bit. He groans into your mouth when he feels your hands on his ass and breaks the kiss just to suck on your neck.

Then you feel his hands between your bodies, trying to pull up his pants again.

You break the kiss to ask: “What are you doing?”

"I'm putting on my pants," he sounds like a kid. "And I wanna get on my knees for you, too."

“Maybe I want something else that doesn’t require you to put your pants on.”

He nods, without understanding what you mean. "Alright. I'll just-" He drops his right hand until it reaches her skirt. "Is it okay?" You nod with a smile. Even though it’s not what you meant, it’s fine.

His fingers immediately go to your underwear and push it aside.

"Fuck me. Look at that." You are really wet and his curses don't help either. "Soaked. Is that for me, doll?"

“No, it’s for Captain Rogers, who bored the shit out of me.” You joke.

You feel his fingers stopping on your slit as he lifts his head. "What did you say?"

“I said it’s for Captain Rogers, who bored the shit out of me. You know that gets the girls wet.” You hope he won’t be offended by this. It’s just a silly joke.

In response, Bucky pushes a finger inside you quickly, his lips curling into a smirk. "Should I start talking about war, too? Bet that would get you even wetter."

You let out a deep breath, relieved. Thank God he isn’t offended. “That would get me dry as a desert, Sergeant Barnes.”

"Should I dye my hair then?" He snorts, moving his finger faster.

“Maybe you should get a shield. It would definitely look better on you.”

"A shield, huh?" Bucky adds another finger, trying to scissor them inside you a couple of times. "Is it too much?"

“Nope,” you say after a moan. “It’s not enough.”

"Fuck, you…" he closes his eyes. "You want another?"

“I want something else.” You smile, hoping him to understand this time.

"Yeah? Like what?"

You grab his cock and gently rub it without saying a word. You are not surprised he’s hard because his erection has been pressed on your leg for a while.

"Fuck. You want my cock, baby?"

“Yeah. Why do you think I didn’t let you pull your pants back up?”

"I don't-" He moans. "I didn't think."

“Come on. You are making me wait while I’m soaking your fingers.”

"Wanna make you…" Bucky interrupts himself by adding a third finger, his other hand going to your clit. "Happy."

“Fuck.” You throw your head back, that felt so good.

"You like this?" He rubs a little more, paying attention to your body. His fingers inside you keep the same pace, though. He isn't slowing down now even if it's the end of the world.

“Yeah, that.” You breathe out. You already feel your legs shaking and you're afraid your knees might give out, but it feels so good, you can’t seem to focus on the concerns.

"Hold on to me."

You put your hands on his shoulders and it helps you relax a bit more. After that, your orgasm comes crashing in like a big wave that leaves you breathless. He doesn't stop moving his fingers until you finish coming, then he slowly pulls them out, making sure to lick them before kissing you.

“You are such a dirty soldier, Sergeant Barnes,” you say with a smile.

"What is dirty about this?" He shrugs. "I'm a good soldier, of course."

“Doing this in a dark alley with me and licking your fingers clean like that. Very good soldier, indeed.”

"Ihm." He buries his head right onto your shoulder and breathes in. "Thank you."

“For what?” You find yourself kissing his hair while asking the question.

"For this evening and this. Thank you for trusting me."

“You are something else, Bucky,” you say while caressing his hair.

"Hmm?"

You kiss his hair and his ear, then move your lips to his neck. “You can thank me later. We are not done yet.”

"Changed your mind?" He smiles. "Want me on my knees after all?

“Maybe later.” You wink. “Now don’t act like you don’t know what I want because I know you want it, too.”

He freezes. "Wait, you're serious?"

“Of course I am serious. Just don’t finish inside, okay?”

He looks at you again all serious. "Are you sure? We don't have to, I can use my tongue."

“Don’t worry, it’s not my first time and yeah, I’m sure unless you don’t want to.”

Bucky looks at you with puppy eyes. "Uhm, it's my first time."

“Oh god.” Your eyes widen. “I… didn’t consider… that possibility. I’m sorry.”

Bucky starts laughing at your worried expression and kisses your cheek. "My first time with a bookworm doll."

You punch his shoulder. “You worried me!”

That makes him laugh even harder, and you can't help but smile. Because he's extra beautiful like this.

"Why? Do you have something against innocent boys, ma'am? Shame!"

“No, nothing against it. Absolutely would love to teach and corrupt but wouldn’t want that to be your first time.”

"You don't want to take advantage of me, huh? Such a good girl." He surprises you by suddenly lifting you and helping you wrap your legs around his torso.

“Would you like me to take advantage of you?” You kiss his jaw and cheeks.

"Fuck, yes. Yes."

“Then you have my permission to take advantage of me, too.”

He doesn't ask you again if you're sure. Instead, he lifts his right hand to your blouse and starts unbuttoning it as fast as he can. He's so impatient he even manages to rip a button. You just watch him work and smile, hoping the gentleman side of Bucky finally stops holding him back.

He groans at the sight of your hard nipples and quickly leans in to take one in his mouth.

“Oh fuck,” you whimper while he uses his tongue to play with your nipple. It feels so good you don't even notice when his hand drops under your skirt. Until you hear the ripping sound.

“What the fuck?” You can’t believe he's just ripped your nylon stockings. They are so hard to find and so expensive!

"Whha?" He doesn't even take his mouth off your nipple as he speaks.

“Do you know how expensive those stockings are?” Your surprise is so clear in your voice. “You owe me a pair of nylon stockings, Sargeant.”

"They were in the way, baby."

“Getting impatient?” You mock a little.

He pushes his hips a little more. "Can't you feel?"

“You still owe me a pair.”

"What about these?" His hands are now on her panties. "How many do I need to buy you so I can rip these off?"

“Just one pair, but if you wanna rip that one, too, this cycle might never end.”

He sighs, contemplating, but he finally decides not to, only pushing your underwear aside. "How do you want it?"

“What do you mean?”

Bucky takes another step until your back barely brushes against the wall. "How do you like this? The sex."

“Don’t try to act all kind and push aside what you actually want to do. That’s how I want it.”

"Do you uhm… like it fast or slow? The pace I mean." He's slowly pushing inside you while he asks, trying to be as gentle as possible.

“That’s exactly what I meant. Do it however you want and we will see how I like it. Don’t be too gentle like this.”

"Talk to me, okay?" He's halfway inside you now, staying still for a few seconds as he leaves small kisses on your neck.

“Oh, I will, don’t worry, handsome. No one can stop me from complaining if I don’t like something.”

"Good girl." He tries different types of thrusts and angles at first, wanting to see what you respond to the most.

“Fuck. Why do you keep saying that?” She moves her hips to make him thrust faster.

"Because you're my good girl. Dirty too." He moans when he feels you. "God, you want it faster, baby?"

“Yes, yes, I do. Please. Move faster.”

And he does, his grip on your ass tightening as he starts thrusting just the way you want. "Fuck, you're soaked. You feel so good around me."

“You feel good, too.” You moan in between words. “And you are strong. Really strong,” you remark because he doesn’t look tired while holding you.

But he doesn't seem to acknowledge that. "I'm so fucking lucky, Jesus." He groans when he feels your lips sucking on his collarbone.

“You didn’t think your double date would end this way, huh?”

"Deep inside you? Not a chance." He smiles, speeding up.

“Maybe deep inside someone else.” You tease on purpose.

Bucky immediately stops thrusting. "What?"

“I was just joking about how we were meant to be on a date with other people.” You hate that you can’t shut your mouth sometimes.

"Oh," he nods, restarting to move. "Well, I can assure you, he wouldn't have done this tonight." He jokes back.

“Fuck me against the wall like this?”

"Fuck you at all. But especially like this. And the language?" He laughs. "Never."

“Oh, so honorable of him.” You keep joking. “Poor Cassie.”

His right-hand flies behind your head to protect it as his thrusts become way too quick. "Fuck. You feel like heaven, I swear."

“God, how do you do that?” You are surprised that he can carry you with one hand. “Are you sure you aren’t a super soldier yourself?”

Bucky shakes his head amused. "That will go straight to my ego."

“You're carrying me with one hand while protecting my head with the other, and you keep fucking me at the same time. I think it should go straight to your ego.”

He groans. "Lower one of your hands now."

“Lower it where exactly?” You don’t understand what he wants.

His hand moves from the back of her head for a few seconds just to bring her fingers to her clitoris. "Right here. Can you rub this for me?"

“Ohh.” You finally understand what he’s trying to do, so you listen and start rubbing yourself while his hand goes back to your head.

"Good, good girl. Look at you." He doesn't even realize how deep his thrusts are because his focus is on your fingers.

“Oh god… It feels so good.” You have never done something like this before. No public sex, no touching yourself during sex, no good girl whispers next to your ear. They all make you feel dizzy.

"Yeah? Just good?" His mouth finds your breasts this time, and you just know he's leaving a few marks there by the way he sucks on your skin.

“You wanna hear how good it makes me feel?”

"Ihmm."

“Oh, you are even dirtier than you are showing, aren’t you, Sergeant Barnes?”

He looks up immediately. "Say that again." He demands.

“Sergeant Barnes?”

"Fuck, you need to rub faster."

“You need to fuck me harder.” You say while listening to his order.

"Harder?" He repeats, shocked, not expecting that in the slightest. But he does as you demand in a heartbeat, biting his tongue because it feels so good.

You have a hard time holding back your reaction because it feels just perfect. You can feel your orgasm approaching.

“Shit, you need to cover my mouth,” you say as quickly as possible.

"Just use me. Bite my shoulder," he suggests quickly, keeping the pace exactly the same.

You wanna say no, because you don’t wanna hurt him but there’s no other choice left. You sink your teeth in somewhere between his neck and shoulder and try to muffle yourself. The orgasm hits you so hard that you are afraid someone is gonna hear you even like this.

"Fuck," he groans, the pain feeling amazing as you keep coming, your legs wrapping even more tightly around his ass.

“Please, don’t stop,” you manage to say and go back to biting him, very aware of the hickey you are giving him, but that doesn’t stop you because you don’t want to get caught like this.

"Can't stop." At this point you wonder how no one noticed you by now. The sound of your skin touching and your groans are not quite silent. But even if they did, you know you wouldn't stop. How could you?

"Keep rubbing, I want you to find pleasure again."

“Again?” You sound shocked because you've literally just come.

"Again." He tries to lift one of your legs a little more. "Please."

“I don’t think I can, but keep going, okay?” You already came twice in a short amount of time. How much more can you do?

"Well, I think you can." He smiles. "Gonna mark me up, baby?"

“I think I already did.” You can see your teeth marks on his neck. You are sure it will turn into purple really soon.

"I'm your property now?" The hand he has on the back of your head quickly grabs your hair and wraps it around his fist.

“Are you?” You like the sound of that and how he’s pulling your hair.

"I am." He's frantically thrusting in and out of you. "Rub faster."

“Fuck,” you mumble while rubbing yourself. You aren’t sure if it’s gonna do anything, but it feels good. “Can I keep you then? You know, kidnap you and hide you in my apartment so you don’t have to go back to the war. We can just do this every day.”

"Fuck, do it." He smiles. "I dare you."

“Should I tie you up so it looks more realistic?” And suddenly all that rubbing starts to feel different, more pleasurable.

"On your bed? Go ahead."

You laugh at how easily he’s convinced, but your laugh is interrupted by a moan.

"Gonna come for me, dolly?"

“I am not sure.” You struggle to speak. “It feels like it.”

He pulls your hair hard. "Please, please."

“You beg so beautifully, how can I say no?” It’s not like your body is saying no, either.

When you finish coming again, you watch with your eyes semi-closed as James takes himself out without dropping you even a little and comes right on your thighs and ripped stockings. You feel the warmth of his come while you both are trying to catch your breath.

"This was… wow."

“This is a hell of a first date.” You find yourself giggling. Did all that really happen? The soreness between your legs says yes.

Bucky slowly puts you down. "You think?" He snorts.

“Oh yeah, very memorable.” You notice that your stockings are completely ruined so you have no other choice but to take them off.

"Fuck, you're dripping." He doesn't look like he's sorry and he can't say he is, either. He's actually very proud.

“Yeah, I am aware.” You laugh while taking them off and using them like a washcloth to clean yourself up.

"You have no idea how lovely the sight is." He winks at you while zipping up his pants.

You bite your bottom lip while looking at him. “Likewise. You look satisfied, Sargeant. Did something happen while you were gone?” You pull your skirt down.

"I got touched by an angel."

You laugh. “So cheesy. You are lucky that you are a bookworm. A really good-looking one, who is also good at bed even though we didn’t even need one.”

"Next time. Maybe we'll break it." He sounds so confident, but not demanding at all at the same time.

“When are you going back?” You find yourself asking. If he’s promising you a second time, you are gonna take it.

"In one week."

You make a sad face without realizing then take a deep breath to help yourself focus on the positive side. “That’s a lot of sex.”

He immediately lifts your chin and presses a kiss on your forehead. "I was joking. We got two months."

“You are such a liar.” You punch him in his shoulder.

Which only makes him laugh. "You like it hard."

But your attention is on his neck, on the spot you bit so hard. The purple spot looks really old and mostly faded already.

"No comment?" He snorts. "We're gonna have a lot of fun for sure."

“I have a question.” Your eyes are still on that same spot. “Does Steve heal quickly?”

"Why? You plan on kicking his ass?"

“Just answer the question, please.”

"Yeah, he does." Bucky shrugs. "One of the perks of the serum."

“Even the small scars or purple spots?”

"Yes." Bucky doesn't even think about it. "Which is great. Why? You think your friend will want to know?"

You don’t comment about his question, instead, touch the spot you bit down so hard. “You are nearly completely healed. My mark has vanished.”

"What?" He asks, confused.

“I bit down on your neck so hard, it was dark red. Now it’s gone.”

"I don't get purple easily. Never did. I guess you have to suck a little more." He smiles leaning in to kiss you again.

“I fully bit you,” you say before he does.

"I noticed." He giggled.

Since he doesn’t take it that seriously you let it go. “Fine. I will prove it to you later.”

"Prove what?" He gives you another kiss.

“That you heal quickly.” You try to fix yourself while you kiss him back.

"Oh, I feel healed every time I look at you."

“You are so cheesy.” Yet you can’t help but laugh. “How do I look?”

"Good boy version or?" He pauses dramatically.

“Both.”

"Good boy version first: you look like an angel." He smiles cheekily.

You snort. “I’m asking if I look decent, Bucky.”

"Angel,” he repeats before dropping his hands to your ass and squeezing. "They won't know you've got fucked against the wall if that's what you're afraid of. But you look strangely content and happy."

“That’s because I had a good date.” You scrunch your nose cheekily.

"Me too. The best date ever."

“Should we try to find our best friends?”

"Oh, sure." Bucky leans in to get the teddy bear before handing it to you.

"Ready for more war stories?"

“No, I’m not.” You hug the bear. “I gotta wash this.”

Bucky snorts. "Poor bear. Got traumatized."

“Traumatized and all dirty.” You don’t notice how close you are to Bucky until you feel him next to you. “Should we keep this a secret from our friends?”

"Do you want to?"

“I meant the having sex in a dark alley part. I don’t think my friend needs to know that.” She definitely shouldn’t know all this.

"We should totally keep that part to ourselves." He smiles.

“I could say that you kissed me or something. I don’t know. Is that too forward for the first date?”

"There's no such thing. You can say I kissed you."

“I was genuinely asking.” You smile. “I normally don’t even kiss on the first date.”

Bucky giggles, his hand squeezing your hip. "I am a lucky gal." You smile back at him until you notice a familiar face.

“Oh, is that Steve?” You point to the tall blonde guy.

"Yes, that's him. But where is your friend?"

“Right in front of him. I can see her dress.” It’s sticking on the side.

"Oh, yes. Gonna drive you home after that if that's alright with you." He sounds so casual like he already did that many times, but you notice something else.

“You have a car and you didn’t think of using it until now?”

"Oh." Redness takes over his cheeks. "I got… distracted."

"You are such an idiot." You start to giggle while walking toward your friends.

"Your idiot now. You got stuck with me for at least two months." He laughs.

"Just for two months?" You test his intentions.

"I can't assume you'd want to wait for me, can I?"

"I will tell your best friend to bring you back home in one piece. He's the hero after all. That should be easy, right?"

Bucky looks at her with a soft expression before kissing her hair. "Guess you really got stuck with me."

"Oh shit, Steve saw you kissing my hair." It’s going to be hard to keep this thing between you two.

"Does it bother you?"

“No, no, no.” You quickly try to explain. “It’s just I’m worried that they might think the worst of me. I mean… questioning our closeness.”

"I dare them." She is surprised by how serious and determined he is as he speaks.

“I would kiss you right now if I could.”

"I won't stop you." He giggles like a kid.

“Our friends are,” you whisper and look at your best friend, who is coming toward you. Cassie is holding Steve’s arm proudly.

"Oh, hello," Steve says. "Where have you been?"

"Here and there." Bucky shrugs. "Did you have fun?"

"Yes!" Cass immediately giggles, joining the conversation. "He has the best, best stories. What about-" She cuts herself off when she notices your appearance. "What happened to your stockings?"

“Oh.” You blush a little, thinking about how they got ruined. “I tripped and ruined them. They looked so horrible I had to take them off completely.”

"Yes, they got really dirty," Bucky confirms with the biggest grin Steve has seen in ages.

"Oh, really?" He lifts his eyebrow. "What a shame."

“Yeah. Sergeant Barnes promised me a new pair. What a gentleman he is.”

"A gentleman indeed." Steve shakes his head, well aware of what you two have done.

You bite your lip and give Bucky a look, hoping at least Cassie has no idea. You are sure the three of you can keep a secret. For now…

You may wanna read the next part: Trust In What Tomorrow Brings

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I did not expect to be this aroused at 8am 🥴

I can perfectly imagine 40s bucky waking you up in the morning with his head between your legs 🤭

Okay. So this did NOT turn out how I expected, but I hope you like it!

When You Move, I Move

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky gives you a reason to not get out of his bed. Word Count: Over 2.3k Warnings: Oral - f. receiving, flirting, established relationship, touch of fluff, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?) A/N: This was meant to be a fun-sized ficlet, but let's use this for Week 3 of Hot Bucky Summer for @buckybarnesevents, shall we?Theme - Where do you want me? ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The morning hues hadn't quite filled the bedroom as your eyelids flickered. Everything slowly came into focus before you remembered that you hadn't slept in your bed last night. The mattress beneath you wasn't as soft as yours, but you found that you liked the firm feel. Much like the figure beside you.

James Buchanan Barnes.

You took a chance to study the man who had you in his arms. Bucky appeared peaceful, his features relaxed and breathing steady like the beat of his heart as you rested your hand on his chest. Beneath the muscles under your fingertips, you found solace and comfort you hadn't sought out before.

Waking up beside Bucky was like trading one dream for another.

But you were almost angry at yourself for being in bed with him again. Almost. Before you, the man had a reputation for never taking out the same woman twice, which was evident whenever you happened to see him and his friend, Steve, out with different girls. Or when you caught a glimpse of a happy woman one day uttering his name, only to look downcast the next. You swore to yourself you'd never become one of them, which was why you turned the charmer down the first time he asked you out.

"You're breaking my heart, doll."

"No, Bucky. I'm stopping you from breaking my heart."

Hurt flickered in his gorgeous blue eyes before he flashed his winning smile and ran a hair through his light brown hair. "Give me a chance and you won't regret it."

You almost caved when he put his hand over yours. It wasn't fair that he was so handsome. And, to be fair, you only heard kind things about him from the girls he took out. That he was a gentleman who paid for everything and treated them well.

He just didn't take them out again.

"Ask me again tomorrow," you said, pulling your hand out from under his and not giving it another thought.

Until he showed up the next day with a flower in hand.

"Go out with me? Please?" he asked, his brows furrowing when you didn't answer. "It'll be a double date, if that makes a difference."

"One date," you replied, disappointed in yourself for how quickly you gave in. It wasn't your intention to accept, but it was just one night and you found yourself smiling when his eyes lit up. "And it better be a good date."

"Only the best for my best girl."

Your heart skipped a beat despite the logical protest in your mind. "I'm not your best girl."

"You will be," he promised with a smile.

Bucky had a penchant for looking good no matter what the occasion called for, but seeing him in his blue suit and slicked back hair when he picked you up made your heart stop. You seemed to have the same effect on him, his eyes slightly wider as he took the sight of you in your dress. You took special care in choosing the right one and it paid off.

"You look beautiful, doll," he breathed, taking your arm once you were at his side. "Making me feel like the luckiest guy in Brooklyn."

And, for once, the rumors were true. Bucky was a complete gentleman throughout the date, holding open the door and pulling out your chair for you. Instead of focusing on himself as one would expect, he hyped his friend, Steve, since it was a double date. The man was much smaller than Bucky, but just as kind. It pained you that his date didn't give him a second glance.

You could tell by the look in Bucky's eyes as the night went on that it hurt him, too.

"Just once, I wish one of them would see how great that punk is," he told you during your first dance together.

The many double dates suddenly made sense.

Though Bucky felt bad for his friend, it didn't stop him from treating you well or showing you a good time. You found you hadn't wanted the night to end, wishing the two of you could share just one more dance. He was wonderful on his feet and you felt as if you were the center of his world as he gazed at you.

"I'm even better off my feet," he winked when you complimented you.

"You're trouble, Bucky Barnes," you giggled.

"Go out with me again and I'll prove the trouble's worth it."

You didn't believe him until he properly asked a day later. You barely managed to say "yes". How were you the first girl he took out again? What made you special in his eyes that he wanted to be around you?

"He really likes you," Steve told you one day, an affectionate smile on his face. "Jerk doesn't stop talking about you."

While your heart fell for him fast, your mind fell in slow motion. Thankfully, the two were in sync now. You were Bucky's girl just as much as he was your guy.

"Mmm. Morning," Bucky greeted as he began to wake, the gravel in his voice sending a shiver down your spine.

"Morning," you whispered, snuggling closer for warmth. You weren't ready to face the day, but you had to eventually. "How did you sleep?"

"Almost perfect," he yawned a little. You never would've imagined such a normal reflex would be so adorable. "Would've slept better if you were in the right spot."

"Right spot?" you repeated, glancing around the bed in confusion. Were you supposed to sleep somewhere else? "Where do you want me?"

"Under me where you belong," he answered, rolling over so he was on top of you. He didn't open his eyes yet, but he had a smile on his face. "Much better."

"I like this spot, but I should go," you said, though you made no move to push him away.

"No," he mumbled, settling his weight over you more to keep you in place. How did he still look and smell so good in the morning? "Not leaving."

He sounded almost grumpy that you suggested it, which was endearing. "I shouldn't be here. It's not proper," you reminded him, but your protest was weak to your own ears.

He finally cracked an eye open with a smirk. "Neither is what we did last night. Or the night before."

You inhaled as the tingling between your thighs reminded you that while Bucky was a gentleman to you around town, he was anything but behind closed doors. He proved that was just as good off his feet as he claimed to be. You hadn't known anyone could properly ruin you, but he continued to surprise you in the best ways.

"No, it wasn't," you whispered when he opened his other eye. Heat pooled in your abdomen and you already sensed where this was going. "Bucky, don't give me that look."

Desire came to the surface more as he gazed at you. "But I'm hungry. I need to eat," he whispered, his lips tickling yours before they moved south in a searing trail along your skin. "You wouldn't let me starve, would you?" he asked, the sheet leaving your body before you could stop him.

"You'll never starve with me around," you smiled, your fingers threading through his hair as his mouth drifted to your breasts. You peeked at him through your lashes when he latched onto one of your nipples, your thighs trembling with anticipation as you gasped, and you forgot why you were trying to be rational. One look at him with his bed hair and half lidded eyes and you were gone.

Bucky released the hardened bud and blew on it, sending another shiver down your spine. "I also have something for your mouth if you're hungry."

"Bucky!" you giggled, his chuckle vibrating against your skin as he kissed further down your body. You'd never forget the first time his lips touched yours. You teased that you didn't want to inflate his ego, but that no one ever kissed you the way he had. It left you breathless, dizzy, and you knew you'd be forever addicted to his wonderful mouth.

The same mouth that convinced me to sleep without any clothes on.

You didn't bother to play shy as he ran his hands along your hips. Any innocence you had left before him was long gone. He took it and molded it into something else only shared between the two of you.

"God damn," he whispered under his breath as he spread your legs apart, licking his lips as he stared at your pussy like it was the greatest treasure he laid eyes on. "You're so fucking pretty."

"You're just trying to butter me up," you said, gripping his hair a little tighter as he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh.

"Prettiest girl I've ever seen. I'd never lie to you," he promised, digging his fingers into your hip to keep you still when you began to squirm. How could you not under his heated gaze and touch? "And you picked me."

You swallowed hard, your folds wet before his tongue darted out to get a taste. "You chose me, too."

Something changed in his expression as he looked up at you, a softer look in his eyes as the morning rays formed a halo around him. He was both your angel and your demon, someone to tempt and care for you. Sitting up a bit more, you slid your hand to his cheek. The unspoken words hung heavy in the air between you and it was enough to bring tears to your eyes.

I love you, Bucky.

"You better hold on," he warned, his voice thick as he dipped his head back down. "I'm starving."

Your breathing grew heavier as he went to work, his tongue tracing every crevice of what belonged to him. He made you feel alive and beautiful with each touch. Watching his hips dip slightly against the mattress told you he was turned on almost as much as you were. It was still tough to wrap your mind around that some days that the mere taste of you aroused him.

"You're so wet," he murmured against your clit, briefly sucking on it as you moaned. Your nipples hardened almost painfully as one of his thick fingers traced your slit. Your body reacted strongly to him and he never once made you feel embarrassed by that. "This all for me, doll?"

A whimper left your mouth as you nodded. "All for you."

"I can taste that you're mine," he said, stabbing his tongue deep in your twitching hole. Your body shuddered, aching to feel him deeper as you tugged on his hair. You never realized you felt empty until him. Not just your body.

He filled your heart, too.

"Bucky," you moaned, trembling when he groaned deeply into your pussy.

"That's it. Keep saying my name," he ordered, the possessiveness in his tone making you moan louder as his finger breached you. "You're so soft. Never felt anything like you. Never will again."

You wiggled against the sheets as he flicked your bundle of nerves again with the tip of his tongue. You never understood how some viewed sex as something vulgar or unspeakable when Bucky made you feel cherished every single time. He seduced and moved you, like it was as natural as breathing. Maybe you were one of the lucky ones. You wouldn't take it, or him, for granted.

Although that mouth may kill me one day.

"Feels so good. Please," you whined, exquisite pleasure building up when he added another digit, a smug smile on his face when he lifted his head.

"One more taste and I'll make you come for me," he assured you.

"Bucky!" you cried, trying to keep quiet when his tongue slid back in beside his fingers. Each drag along your walls made your body twitch and you were sure you'd go up in flames if he delayed your ecstasy any longer.

"Come, doll. Get my face nice and wet the way I like it," he urged, repeatedly brushing that spot inside you with his fingertip that you were never able to find yourself.

Like the orgasms you experience with him before, it cascaded over you before it exploded. Every nerve ending came to life as you screamed his name and you had to cover your mouth to muffle the sound. All the while, he licked up every sweet drop of your release as it leaked around his fingers and tongue. He didn't let up until he got it all.

"Beautiful," he exhaled as he let you recover, your body shivering as he licked some of the shine from his mouth. He stretched over you after a moment and you caught a glimpse of his smug smile again before his lips brushed against yours. They were soft as you tasted yourself, showing you with his tongue exactly what he did to you.

"Mmm. Yes, you are," you mused, still a bit in your euphoric state.

He chuckled as he gave you another kiss, his cock hard against you. "Stay a little longer?" he asked in a soft voice.

Your heart thudded when he moved his lips to your forehead. Him wanting you to stay had nothing to do with needing his own pleasure. You wouldn't make him resort to begging because you didn't want to go either.

Proper or not, it doesn't matter when I'm in his arms.

"I'll stay," you whispered.

Bucky was right about one thing. Sprawled out beneath him was exactly where you belonged, just like the spot carved out for you in his heart. And you would try to remember that when the Army drafted him because he promised to never let you regret giving him a chance.

All he had to do was come home to you.

First sexy time with 40's Bucky and I hope I did it justice. Love and thanks! ❤️

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— 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 —

જ⁀➴ 18+ MDNI — • summary: even bucky’s parents in the bedroom next door won’t stop him from getting you off; • cw: smut, no direct p in v but it’s referenced at the end, hand riding through clothes, implied hj/bj; • pairing: 40s! bucky x f! reader

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Your moan was abruptly cut off with a hand at your mouth, so it came out as muffled. Even still, though, there was nothing that could silence your desperate sounds.

Not even Bucky.

Especially not even Bucky considering it was his fingers that were inside you.

“Shh doll, you gotta keep quiet.” There was something like pride in that sly little laugh. Pride for how you were a mess on his hand while his parents slept soundly next door.

Next door — as in the very next room with only one wall between you, and thin. Any second now they could open that door, and in truth the thrill just made it even better.

“You don’t want anyone to hear us, now do you?” Bucky’s smile was clear in his voice. And beyond that was something much deeper, much softer. It was a whisper smooth as velvet in the dark.

There was a challenge, too, in the words, and you would’ve swatted at him had you had your coherence. But as it was you couldn’t think beyond the sweet ache between your legs, and your steadily rising need that only Bucky could help relieve.

He wasn’t even touching your skin, for God’s sake, but working you up through your panties; you sat with your thighs parted on him, against him, straddling his waist with his hand up your skirt.

For all that you cried out, though, it may as well have been his cock; may as well have been both of you stripped fully bare, and not only heavy petting through clothes.

“Please,” was all you could say, and you fought to keep your eyes on his own. With your hands braced on his shoulders like this, every curl of his fingers had your own on him tightening, clutching at your boyfriend as he touched you through the fabric and your wetness soaked through to his hand.

It didn’t escape his notice and dear God, you could see he was hard — but as he had said, this was your time now, and he wouldn’t stop until you were coming.

Until he could raise his hand to his lips and taste what you’d done for him, given.

And by God, if there was one thing at all you didn’t want — it was for that boy to even think of stopping.

You wanted — needed — to come, felt like you couldn’t breathe as Bucky’s touch took you higher. He removed the hand from your mouth when convinced you wouldn’t expose yourselves with a cry, and instead held you by the hip to guide your soft, undulating movements.

But as you ground against him, so wet and aching, your urgency grew; enough to make him feral at the sight of you like this, so plain and obvious in the tent of his trousers.

And yet still, he made no move to help it. Instead he just watched and watched —

And spoke.

“What would they think if they knew what you were letting me do to you, hm? You know they think you’re so sweet and pure, but I personally need some convincing.”

It was just like Bucky to choose the absolute worst time at all for the tease, his movements building and coiling the threat of release up inside you, but then slowing with speech.

You bucked your hips into his hand with your own clutching steady to his biceps and whined. “Bucky,” you got out with your face buried in the crook of his neck, breathing him in with the feel of his fingers inside you almost being too much.

You were gonna come soon, and you knew it — so did he. It was both too much and not enough.

Not even nearly enough.

The words cut through you like a death knell and all the room around you was a barely-there haze. There wasn’t the window, or the curtains you’d drawn; not the radio so quiet on the table by the bed.

Indeed, even that beneath both of your bodies seemed redundant when compared to his touch, and so there was him, just him, and how close you were; your thighs soaked, his fingers more so, with arousal.

And so indeed no, it damn well wasn’t enough. You needed more of him, all of him, all you could have —

You needed to do something, anything, to ease the sure ache between your parted legs.

And so that was when you started to kiss him, starting firstly at his jaw, smooth and recently shaved. You tracked it down to the curve of his neck and left a little trail to his ear; a series of open-mouthed kisses that had Bucky cursing under uneven breaths.

Thinking, Oh now how the tables had turned, you claimed him in the only way you could.

All the while you carried on rocking your hips, building pace as you chased your own high; and by the time you’d kissed at his temple, working down to the corner of his mouth — he was gone.

You didn’t even know where you were but Bucky’s mouth parted against your own lips, his tongue an eager thrust as he sought out your own until you were just hands and fire and teeth.

With each roll of your hips, your blouse revealed itself as much too thin. You were rocking against Bucky’s chest and the friction was too much, it felt too good; your nipples peaked hard against goose flesh as shivers overtook you, still brushing up on him —

And his taste, dear god, his taste —

He would take you right now, right here in this bed if he could, and you’d let him, but now —

His fingers curled deeper until the telltale signs of your legs softly shaking began.

You hadn’t gone further than this, not yet, hadn’t ventured beyond underwear. And as you thought it, you couldn’t help imagining how it would be —

Skin on skin, panting breaths. The weight of Bucky’s body on you, between your legs, inside you —

The tremors in your legs — now much more violent, urgent, desperate — ran straight to your bones, and your sex clenched empty around the lack of more of him inside you.

Release threatened to spill, and spill hard, as you clutched and just rode him, moaning softly, breaths hitching —

As all the while your Bucky kissed and loved you.

Worshipped his girl.

For now it was his turn to trail wet kisses down the length of your neck, and you held fast to his hair — drove your fingers into the mass of dark silk and cried out.

You couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe beyond him, and it very nearly hurt to feel this good and sore. It felt if the whole damn world was in you.

And he was it.

And knowing he marked you with his mouth even as you came hard on his hand, you clutched tight to him and tighter even still, nails scrabbling for purchase as the precipice came near.

Came near as you free fell right down from it with a cry, with a plea. You barely heard the soft muttered praises he said as you shuddered apart from atop him.

“Bucky, Bucky,” was the mantra on your breath, but it was what you said next that undid him. Until now, he’d fought fucking hard to keep his painful erection in the background of his mind, counting up numbers with his focus on you, every part he could reach, just to keep it at bay.

Now though, your aching desperation was his saving grace. It was his own confession.

And so the groan he let out was obscene when you cried out, “James, please, I need you.”

And of course, you needn’t have to say the words twice. He was right there with you every single time.

Bucky guided you through each convulsion and urged you to take all he could give, to take anything he could offer you now, no longer caring how loud you were or became.

He didn’t care for anything beyond you, in this moment. Anything but you looking like this:

On him with your cheeks flushed, mouth in a silent, open ‘O’. You gone weak against his front, bloused chest to his own, still now from the friction of before. Foreheads together and hearts pounding fast, he held you through the slight aftershocks.

Your hair was damp at your temples, curling slightly, and your skin was slick with sweat. Even his was hot and held that familiar post-release sheen you so loved.

And though you hadn’t even touched him anywhere below the belt, you saw his eyes blown wide with arousal as he raised those two fingers to his mouth, and then sucked.

You might’ve come again right there and then, just seeing that. Would’ve were it not for the fact you wanted to pleasure him now, in return.

The hard-on so apparent in his trousers would no longer be ignored for the sake of your need.

And so you didn’t take your eyes of Bucky as you let him brush your hair back from your face, allowed him to press one last kiss to your mouth and murmur softly, “That’s it, doll. That’s it.”

But the answer you gave was spoken in just subtle movements as you shifted position, edging backwards down the bed on your hands and knees until you came to where you wished to be most. You didn’t even bother to pull your skirt back down to pool at your ankles; you felt no need to fix the buttons of your blouse that had since come undone.

You just met his gaze from where he rested at the headboard while you lowered your head to his lap.

The look in his eyes was unhinged, and just one glance at his face spelt sex. He hadn’t even gotten inside you, not yet, and still his cheeks were flushed, eyes blown wide.

It was so plain what you’d been doing with his lips full and glistening, wet; swollen red. But if anyone had walked in that room right then, no love nor money would’ve made any difference.

And as you lightly tugged on a button of his pants — a request, to which he eagerly nodded — you resolved to make him feel as good as you had in the place he’d just made in his arms.

Resolved it as you bared him from his trousers to the boxers beneath, already worshipping the sight that met you and the sense that it would be a much longer night than you’d both planned.

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Come dance with me.

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: 1940’s Bucky, someone gets slapped, tiny bit of angst but mostly fluff, kissing

A/N: Bucky comes back home after the war and all he wants is to take you Dancing.

Based on this song:

“Hey Cutes.”

You heard his voice before you saw him your head snapped toward the left when you heard the nickname you hadn’t heard in years. Leaning against the wall of the tailor shop you worked at was the one and only James Buchanan Barnes, back from war. He was even more handsome and breathtaking than you remembered. The navy suit he wore and slicked back hair only made his bright blue eyes pop more. The butterflies in your stomach were brought back to life with just his voice.

“James, welcome home.” You smile at him.

“That’s all I get?” He asks teasingly as he pushes off the building and walks closer to you. “Not even a kiss on the cheek, Cutes?”

You tilt your head to the side, your eyes roaming his face. “Seems like you’ve received enough kisses.” You say as you wipe away a bit of pink lipstick off his cheek.

“Oh come on, that was just my Ma.”

You roll your eyes before turning to head home for the day. Bucky follows you.

“She’s just happy her only son is back from war, is all.”

“James, I saw your mother earlier and she wasn’t wearing pink lipstick. We both know who that lipstick belongs to.”

“Ok fine, it was hers but I promise, Dot just launched herself at me. I was heading here when I ran into her.”

“Mmhhm.” You hum as you reach the intersection.

“Pretty face come dance with me.”

“James…”

“Cutes, don’t make me beg. Just put on that pretty pink dress and your dancing shoes and let me pick you up tonight.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea. Remember what happened last time?” You look up at him quickly before crossing the street while he follows.

“You can’t seriously hold that against me for the rest of our lives. I mean how is our marriage supposed to last if you keep bringing up the girls I’ve danced with before.” He quips and you turn your head so that he can’t see your smile.

“You think we’re going to get married?”

“Oh I know it, Cutes. We could’ve been planning a wedding right now if you weren’t so stubborn.”

“I am not stubborn.” You stop in the middle of the sidewalk and glare up at him.

“It’s ok, it's one of the things I love about ya. Except when it comes to you not letting me take you out on a date.”

“Well how am I supposed to take you seriously if you’re always dating a new girl each week, James?”

He steps closer to you, his hand on your waist as he moves both of you out of the path of other people.

“One chance, it’s all I’m asking for, Cutes.” He said, his body still close enough to you that you were afraid that he could feel your heart beating out of your chest.

What was the harm in going to one dance with him? The truth was that you’ve always liked James. You more than liked him, you were in love. It just worried you that he’d realize you had nothing in common. In all honesty you had missed him since he’d gone off to war and you hadn’t been happier than when Mrs. Barnes stopped by to pick up a dress and mentioned that her son was back. With nothing to lose you give him an answer.

“Ok.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He beamed, his eyes were brighter and then he took your hand in his and placed a kiss on your knuckles.

“Tonight at 7:00?”

“Pick me up?” You ask.

“Of course, Cutes.” He offers you his arm and you take it. “Let me walk you home.”

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There’s a knock at your door at 7:00 pm sharp. Your nerves had gotten the better of you and you were ready with more than enough time to spare. There’s another knock and you look at yourself in the mirror one last time to make sure your hair looks good and your pink dress is wrinkle free. You take a deep breath as you check through the peephole.

“Hi Cutes.” Bucky flashes you his most charming smile. He’s dressed in his army uniform and the sight was enough to make you swoon. “You look beautiful.” He tells you as he presents a bouquet of flowers.

“Thank you, please come in.” You step back to let him in. “You look very handsome in your uniform.”

“Only in my uniform, cutes?”

You chuckle when you see his pout. With the flowers in a vase you turn back to see Bucky looking at some pictures you had hanging on your wall.

“Ok I’m all set.”

“Alright, let’s get this party started.”

Once you’re outside and the door is locked Bucky offers you his arm again. As you move to place your hand around his arm he grabs it and places a kiss on your knuckles. You bite down lightly on your bottom lip to try and keep your smile from showing but you fail.

Bucky had always been the charming guy you knew. At school with the teachers, at dances with the girls, at family gatherings with the parents. So sometimes it would catch you off guard when he always seeked you out. He charmed the teachers so that his seat was moved next to yours, he’d always wanted to have the last dance with you and he always made sure to have a conversation with your parents.

He opens the car door for you and once you’re settled he closes the door and jogs over to the driver’s side. Bucky smiles over at you again causing butterflies to take flight.

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The dance hall was packed, mostly with returning soldiers and their sweethearts. The band was playing something upbeat and the dance floor couldn’t hold one more couple. Bucky held your hand as he walked through the crowd to get to his best friend, Steve and his girl. From what Bucky told you in the car they had met after Steve was rejected yet again from joining the army. He wasn’t as torn up about it now that he found the girl he wanted to marry.

“Hi Steve.” you leaned in and hugged him.

“Y/N, It’s good to see you again.” He said as he pulled away to quickly introduce his date to you.

You chatted for a little bit before Bucky asked you for the first dance of the night. The song was a quick one but not too fast. Bucky found a way to keep you pressed up against him even if the song called for spins and dips. Without having to ask him you knew he had seen truly horrible things during his time overseas. So to see him happy and carefree filled you with joy, so did being in his arms.

Song after song neither of you wanted to stop but you had to for just a moment to freshen up.

“Seems like you finally got your girl.” Steve said with a smile once Bucky sat down, his jacket and tie were long abandoned.

“Almost, pal. I’m gonna ask her tonight when I drop her off.”

“You shouldn’t have a problem, I see the way she looks at you.”

“You think?”

“Of course, you’ll be fine.”

“I don’t know Steve. I’ve liked her for so long and she barely ever gave me the time of day when we were in school.”

“Don’t lose your nerve.” Steve places a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “Just be yourself and tell her how you feel.”

“You’re right. I’ll just be myself and tell her how I feel.” Bucky takes a deep breath. “I need a drink for this.”

Bucky gets up and walks toward the other side of the room where the bar is. He orders his drink and waits.

“I thought I saw you earlier.” Dot, the girl who had been practically throwing herself at him since high school, walks up to him.

She’s too close to him and he takes a small step back. Bucky doesn’t want you to think that anything is going on between him and Dot. She steps closer, placing a hand on his chest.

“Aren’t you going to ask me to dance?”

“No Dot, I came here with Y/N and she’s the only one I want to dance with. Why don’t you go back to your date.”

She pouts. Her perfectly red lips arched into a frown as she looked up at him. “I don’t understand what you see in her. She’ll never treat you like I could.” She wrapped her arms around Bucky’s neck. He grabs her arms to try and push her away gently. “I could treat you so much better.” Her lips are on his.

~~~~~~~~~~

You and Steve’s sweetheart took a bit longer than you’d liked waiting to use the restroom. But you were able to get to know her better. It was easy to see why Steve was so smitten and the term of endearment fit her perfectly.

“Would you say yes if he asked you to be his girl?” She asked as you left the restroom.

“Yes, I would. He’s always been so sweet but I thought he was like that with everyone. Truth is I’ve had a crush on him since school.”

She puts her hand over her chest. “That is so sweet, and you two look so good together.”

You had just entered the main room in the building and you tensed next to Steve's girl. She followed your gaze and gasped. At the bar you saw Bucky and Dot kissing. Tears immediately burned your eyes and you headed toward the door. Sweetheart tried to stop you but you wouldn’t. You needed to get out of there quickly.

~~~~~~~~~

Bucky pushed Dot away from him and immediately tried to wipe away the lipstick stain he knew would be there. He was angry, Bucky had tried to be a gentleman but he had had enough.

“Why can’t you understand that I’m not interested in you? I never was and I never will. I tried to be nice about it because I didn’t want to hurt your feelings but enough is enough. I’m in love with Y/N. She’s who I want.”

The other people around had stopped their conversation and turned their attention to the scene that was unfolding. Dot felt humiliated, her cheeks were crimson as she looked around to see who was paying attention. In her own anger, before she realized what she was doing her hand connected with Bucky’s face. She huffed and turned to leave as quickly as she could.

“Bucky,” Steve’s girl pushed through the crowd. “James, you have to go.” She was panting when she got to him.

“Hey, just breathe. What’s wrong?”

“We were walking out of the bathroom, and Y/N saw you kissing that girl. She left.”

“Shit. Thanks, tell Steve I left.” Bucky didn’t wait for a reply. He focused on pushing his way through the crowd and hoped he could catch you outside.

~~~~~~~~~

You made it outside and took a deep breath before thinking about what you should do. Part of you wanted to go back in there and let Bucky know you never wanted to see him again. But the other part wanted to go home and so you started walking in the direction of your home. You’re halfway up the block when you hear Bucky call your name followed by fast approaching footsteps. It only makes you walk faster.

Bucky catches up to you and softly wraps his hand around your wrist. You turn to look at him reluctantly and wait until he catches his breath. When he looks at you, you avert your eyes but he can see the unshed tears.

“Cutes, it’s not what you think,” He says once he’s finally slowed his breathing. “I promise. You can ask anyone, even Steve’s sweetheart. I don’t care about Dot.”

“Then why does she keep thinking she can just kiss you whenever she wants?”

“I don’t know. But I told her that I’m not interested in her. I only want you.”

You shake your head mostly in disbelief. Bucky’s hands cups your cheeks and turns your head so that you have to look at him.

“What do I have to do to prove it? Tell me and I’ll do it.”

“I don’t know. I don’t even understand why me?”

Bucky groans in frustration. “What is there not to get? You’re everything.”

“Maybe you’re better off with Dot.”

“I don’t want Dot, I want you. Do you want to know why?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “Because from the moment I left to go to that damned war all I could think about was seeing you again. Whenever I was able to sleep I dreamt of you. Any time I thought I wasn’t going to make it I looked at your picture to remember that I never got to tell you that I’m in love with you.” Bucky said as his heart was about to beat out of his chest.

“You had my picture?” You asked in a whisper.

Bucky didn’t hesitate to take out a cigarette holder and show you a withered photo of you hidden behind the left over cigarettes.

“Listen if you don-“

You didn’t let him finish his sentence. Shutting him up with your lips on his and your arms around his neck. It takes Bucky a second to realize what’s happening but then his arms are wrapped around your waist and he’s pulling you closer to himself. His lips moved in sync to yours. When you finally pulled back both your lips were slightly swollen and held matching smiles.

“For the record, I’m in love with you too.” You whisper.

“So you’ll be my girl?”

“Yes.” Bucky lifted you by your waist and spun you around before kissing you again.

After that night Bucky loved dancing with you at any chance he got. At Steve’s wedding and at yours. In your living room and kitchen. At birthday parties or bbqs. No matter when or where he always wanted to have you in his arms. And it always started the same.

“Hey cutes, come dance with me.” He offered you his hand.

And every single time you took it.

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[rain-lavender-rain]

Favorite 40's Bucky Fics

Author's Note: Wanted to post this because I love 40's Bucky, and so I can share my favorite 40's Bucky writing from other authors. Enjoy!

One-Shots

• Heal Me, Baby - @wkemeup

• Set Me Free - @intrepidacious

• Come dance with me - @crazyunsexycool

• Meeting the girl in the picture - @crazyunsexycool (40's Steve, Reader and Bucky)

• First - @sugarfreecapsicle

• Always You, Forever - @pellucid-constellations

• It Ends With Us - @jobean12-blog

Series

• Duck and Cover - @whirlybirbs (I absolutely ADORE this series.)

• To My Sweetheart - @nexusnyx

• Just One Kiss - @sarahwroteathing

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[georgiapeach30513]

While You Sit and Watch

Summary:  Bucky loved making you a wreck, but he always made sure you looked pretty afterwards.

Pairings:  Bucky Barnes X Reader, skinny!Steve Rogers

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, oral sex (M receiving), exhibition, slight degradation, slight dumbification, gagging, tears, teasing, voyeurism (?), 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.3K

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

You loved James Buchanan Barnes.  Loved him with every fiber of your being.  Loved when he would destroy you, just because he loved to bring you back up.  He loved to see your face wrecked, because he had a very easy and simple solution to doll you back up afterwards.  Kept it right in his pocket.

All it takes at the diner is Bucky tapping on his pocket, and your legs start switching around trying to create friction.  Bucky always loved teasing you anyway.  Kept you nice and wet and ready for him.  Looking up across the table to Steve, you try to ignore Bucky’s need to have you.  “So, Steve, any luck with finding a way into the army?” He shakes his head no regrettably, watching his friend tap over his pocket again.

“Stevie boy doesn’t need to be in the army, huh?” Bucky taps on the pocket again, and you pretend not to even notice.  You were supposed to be having dinner with Steve.  

“I talked to my friend.  She wants to meet you,” you give him a smile, leaning over to suck on your straw, and you can feel and hear Bucky’s chest rumble out a growl.  “Bucky,” you squeal, smiling over at him.

“Really?” His eyes scan down your body, as his tongue pokes out his cheek.  “Oh, you’re in for it, Doll.”

“I think maybe,” Steve starts, getting your attention back over towards him.  “I think…I think he might want your attention.”

“He can wait,” Bucky’s hand grips tight to your knee, and you couldn’t help the whimper that escapes your mouth.  “Bucky.”

“I need your help with something.”

“And we have company.”

“Steve is fine.  Aren’t you, Stevie?  It’ll only take a few minutes.  You think you’ll be okay?” Bucky never looks at his friend, and you never look away from Steve as he takes a big gulp.

“That’s all it takes?” He inhales a deep breath, finally looking away from you.  “I mean…that’s really it?”

“You wanna find out?” Bucky smirks, grabbing up your hand and he drags you behind the restaurant.  Pushing you down to your knees while he leans back on the wall.  “Go on, we’re being timed.  Take me out, Doll.  You know you want to.  I could feel the heat radiate off you as soon as I tapped my pocket.  Don’t worry, I’ll make you all pretty afterwards.  No one has to know that you’re my pretty little slut.”

You shiver as you start taking Bucky’s heavy cock out of his pants.  Looking all pretty with beads of precum leaking out of him.  That protruding vein hitting the sunlight just right.  Holding his thick shaft in your hand, your ruby red lips kiss up his length leaving the prettiest red color behind.  Licking off his cream, you smile up at him, “Better than your milkshake, huh?  Come on, baby, I’ll take care of you later.”

Teasing him just a bit more, you lift his dick up.  Flattening your tongue, you lick up the underside of his entire length.  Giving him a little smile, wiggling your ass before sinking down over him.  Your fist pumping at the base, while you bobbed on him.  “Oh, Doll baby, won’t you choke on me?  You look so pretty when you're leaking tears?  You’re choosing the feel of my cock over breathing, and it makes me completely weak for you.”

He had a way with words.  Dropping your hand, you grip tightly to his thighs.  Hollowing out your cheeks as you take his entire self in your mouth.  His tip hits the back of your throat, and tears start to sting your eyes as you try not to gag.

Bucky’s hands slide behind your head as he drives into your messy mouth.  His cock matched your lips as your lipstick stains him, he loved it though.  Remnants of you.  A memory that you seriously were a slut for him.  Putting your virtue on the line for anyone to see you in this compromising position.  Mewling at just the mere taste and feel of Bucky in your mouth.  It was unheard of, but you took it so well.

Made him proud to see your eyes glossy as you stared up at him.  You didn’t care that he was making a mess of your makeup, because it made him happy.  You were perfect, and he was going to find out just how perfect you are.

Pulling out of you, your lungs scream at the sharp intake of breath before he crams himself back in you.  You let him use your body, and he loved you even more for it.  Some may say he was disrespectful, but they didn’t see how much he cared for you afterward.  Give and take.  And you adored being his little sex doll.  If only they could feel the way that Bucky made you feel.  

His motions start to shutter, and your eyes shine up at him in anticipation.  Ready for the musky briny essence of James Buchanan Barnes.  His foot slides in between your legs, needing to know just how wet you were to have his cock in your mouth.  You grind down over the patent leather, and he lifts his head back moaning.  You were his slut through and through.  

Looking back down at you with a smirk, he gives his hips one hard thrust and his cum coats the back of your throat.  You stare up at him owlishly, sucking out every bit of his delectable spunk, moaning out when he pulls himself out of you.  His thumb pets over your skin when he pulls his foot out from under you.

“See, Stevie, you treat them right, and they are desperate for your cock, huh?  Look at how wet she got.  And that cunt, damn, the sweetest little peach there is.  Maybe one day we’ll let you have a taste,” the two of them stare at his foot that was coated in your slick.  Making the black look even shinier, and Bucky couldn’t be more proud of you.

“Bucky, she’s a mess.”

Bucky taps at his pocket, giving Steve a quick glance before removing a little compact.  Complete with your lipstick and brush.  Tilting your head up to look at him, he wipes off the smeared red with his thumb, cooing out your name with every wipe.  Expertly taking some of the lipstick on the brush as he carefully fills your lips back in.  And then moves to wiping away your black tears.  

“Only a little stain.  You were upset though, okay?” You give him a nod, smiling up at him so sweetly.  “Doll, you think you want Steve to see how pretty your cunt is?”

“Mhmm,” you look back over to the tiny Steve who was adjusting his pants.  Not all of him was tiny.  “Whatever you want me to do, Sergeant.”

“You gonna keep his bed warm while I’m away?” You give him a head nod as he pulls you up to him.  “You sure are a pretty little thing.  Later tonight, Stevie, I’ll show you how to fuck a dame.  But remember, if I let you fuck her, she’s mine, I’m just letting you loan her.  And Doll, you’ll need to take it easy Steve, he has asthma.”

“Don’t worry, Sugar,” your red nails brush down Steve’s face, and his lip trembles, “I can do all the work,” he takes a deep breath, and whispers out yes ma’am as the three of you walk back into the restaurant.  You didn’t mind being Bucky’s cockslut, especially if it meant that Steve was going to be your little slut.  You had to have something to keep you busy while Bucky was away.  And heaven knows, you loved to play.  You were so thankful these boys enjoyed sharing their toys.

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[venusfalling]

Little Soldiers in the Trenches - Prologue

fic summary: In 1939, you leave Bucky for school in England. By 1942, with the war at its peak, Bucky thinks you’re dead, but the war brings you back together in the worst way possible.

prologue summary: You’re about to leave New York, so Bucky takes you dancing.

warnings: talk of war

notes: Fluff/Angst, Bucky says goodbye. This is just a short prologue to the rest of the fic. I hope you enjoy!

New York City, June 1939

      “How does it feel to be free, Doll?” Bucky asks, putting an arm around you. It’s the first day of summer, classes are over and Barnard College would be closing its dorms for the next few months. Steve and Bucky had been waiting for you outside the old, white brick building, falling in step next to you when you walk outside. Steve takes the short stack of textbooks from your arms while Bucky grabs your suitcase.       “Feels good.” You smile up at the sun, skin glowing in the warm light. Scandalized mothers look on with their daughters as you loop your arm through both Steve and Bucky’s elbows.       “Well, what do you want to do first?” Steve asks as he stuffs your books in his bag. “We’ve only got you until August, we’ve gotta make the most of it.” Bucky’s smile falters at the reminder that you’ll be leaving for a year before long.       “Don’t worry, Buck,” you say when you notice. “I’ll write you both so much, you’ll get tired of reading.”       “As long as you don’t come back with a British accent, we’ll survive,” Steve jokes, but you can see the worry behind his eyes, as well.       At the end of the summer, you would board a plane bound for England. A study abroad fellowship to finish your mathematics undergraduate degree, a rare opportunity for a woman, but you managed it. Bucky and Steve were proud when you told them, if worried. The geopolitics of Europe made for increasing tensions at the time, and the continent was still recovering from the Great War.       But the quickly fading time left no room for worry or sadness.       “Well, it’s a lovely day, and I’m wearing my favorite skirt, so I think we should head out to the pier for some ice cream after we drop my stuff off at my sister’s apartment.” So, the three of you board the train at the nearest stop, laughing easily with each other as was always the case when you were together.       Your sister was still at work when you arrive home. It was just the two of you since you had both moved to the city. When you received your acceptance letter in the mail, your sister decided you wouldn’t be moving to New York alone and found herself a job as a secretary at a law firm. When you weren’t living in the Barnard dorms, you stayed with her, so her tiny apartment would be home for now. Not that you would be spending too much time there. Between your job as a secretary at Stark Industries and Bucky’s promise to give you the best summer ever with evenings at the movies and Coney Island and your favorite dance halls, it would be a busy few months.       “Jesus, Sunshine, what do you have in here?” Bucky teases as he lifts your heavy suitcase onto your bed.       “Careful, Buck, that has my whole life in there,” you chastise as Steve helps you place your books on a small shelf. He crouches near the base and hands them up to you, pulling the books from his bag and making faces at the titles: Fundamentals of Statistical Analysis, Advanced Applied Calculus, Linear Algebra for the Mathematician, and a series of other books for your studies.       “Well damn, I thought we were your whole life,” he says, gesturing to himself and Steve. You mock a laugh at Bucky’s words, then you stop. They are your whole life.       “You alright?” Steve asks when he notices.       “Yeah,” you sigh, wiping away a stray tear. “I’m just gonna miss y’all when I’m away.”       “We know you will, Sunshine,” Bucky says and places a chaste kiss to the side of your head. He pulls Steve up from the floor, “Come on. Let’s go get that ice cream.” — August 1939, Richard’s Dance Hall

      “Come on, Steve,” you laugh, pulling him to the dance floor. “It’s my last night, you owe me a dance.”       “Fine, fine. Just don’t complain when I step on your toes,” Steve agrees and let’s you lead him to the center of the room. It’s a fast song, but you take it slow, for Steve’s sake. He spins you, your skirt flowing around you in a near perfect circle. You laugh and it brings a smile to his face.       The song is over too soon in your opinion, and is replaced by a slow couple’s song. The melody rings in so softly, it’s almost sad, but it’s one of your favorites — Again by Doris Day and The Mellowmen.       Steve takes your hand in his and puts the other on your waist, but before you can take more than a couple of steps, Bucky walks up.       “Can I cut in?” he asks, holding his hand out. You and Steve nod, but before he disappears you give him a quick peck on the cheek.       “Thanks for the dance, Steve.”       Then it’s Bucky who’s leading you around the dance floor — a simple slow dance, swaying to the music.       The two of you don’t have to say anything, or rather don’t know what to say. You have been dancing around the topic all summer, and, if you’re being honest, all the time you’ve known each other. You like him, might even love him, and you think he loves you too.       You are two glasses of wine in and feeling brave, so you lean up and kiss one of your oldest and best friends. He kisses back and you can feel him smiling against your lips.       “Wait for me?” you ask of Bucky when you pull away.       “I will.” —       The next day, you find yourself waving bye to Bucky, Steve, and your sister at the airport. Luggage in hand, you board the plane, but what was supposed to be a year abroad with letters and photos sent back home quickly becomes a nightmare for you and everyone you love.

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[viperbarnes]

Roses & Thorns [40's AU]

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: All your life you'd wanted to get away from your sleepy little Irish hometown. Only, now that you actually have, you're nothing short of completely homesick. And then you meet Bucky Barnes on your fire escape one evening, and your entire perspective changes.

Warnings: reader is a black irishwoman. mentions of drugs, alcohol, and smoking. mentions of period accurate racism, but it's not a focus.

Notes: this story was originally written for @giornojoestarsmainarsmain, so the reader was inspired and named for her <3

Words: 15k!

1946

“And this Miss Callaghan, is where you will be staying.” Mrs Galloway pushes the door to the bedroom open and you peek inside. The room was modestly furnished, small, but had a window next to the bed. Your view? The wall of the apartment building next door.

“Miss Mulligan arrived several months ago and chose the room with the street view, but this isn’t so bad.” The portly older woman tells you, and you shake your head, looking up at her with a smile.

“No, it isn’t at all. Thank you.”

“Now. I understand both you and Miss Mulligan are young women, but I will tell you the same things I told her.” Mrs Galloway begins, helping you with your second suitcase into the room, laying it on the neatly made bed. You turn to look at her, as she clasps her hands in front of her.

“I will not tolerate any unbecoming behaviour. No men will be allowed in the house, nor will you be allowed to… abscond for the evening. Not without a good reason.” You nod vehemently, a slight frown pinching your brows, but it’s born more from concentration than disagreement.

“You may do what you wish on your own time, Miss Callaghan, but your curfew is nine o’clock on weekdays and eleven on weekends. Church is at nine on Sunday mornings.” You nod again.

“I will serve breakfast at six am, lunch at 12 and dinner at six. If you wish to make your own meals outside of those times, you are welcome to do so. Questions?” You shake your head, and she smiles, her round face wrinkling slightly.

Mrs Galloway was kind, really, but she was also strict.

“Very well, I will let you unpack, let me know if you need anything, dear.”

Then, you’re alone.

For the first time in what felt like two weeks, you breathe in long and deep before exhaling, the air not stuffy or thick or filled with the scent of sea water. But it was different, too. Gone were the rolling hills and green plains of Ireland, now you breathe in the city of New York.

You’d never seen such a place before, so many buildings, so many people. When your parents had agreed to send you to the United States, for the work opportunities, and the life it offered, your sister-in-law Bonnie had written to her aunt’s cousin, Mrs Galloway, and asked if she still had a room available for board. Many years ago, before the war, Bonnie had intended to make the trip, and stay with Mrs Galloway in her apartment, which she often let out the rooms of, to Irish women immigrating to New York.

And so, two weeks later, here you are, your whole life in the two suitcases before you. You feel yourself buzz with excitement, dulled only a little by the thought of being alone.

You unpack quickly, placing your dresses in the closet, and setting up any of your trinkets and things on the vanity. You didn’t have a lot anyway, so it fits easily within the dresser and closet of your new room. When you’re finished, you stand for a few minutes, a little unsure of what to do. It was Sunday afternoon, you’d begin your job tomorrow morning.

“Miss Callaghan? Come meet Cora before she leaves!” The voice from down the hall, makes you jump for a moment. You follow it, walking back down the narrow hall, past the closed door of the other bedroom, and into the kitchen where Mrs Galloway stands at the stove, a lovely redheaded girl sitting at the table, all dolled up, a pocket mirror in her hand as she fixes her lipstick.

“Cora, this is Miss Belle Callaghan, Belle, this is Cora Mulligan.” You smile.

“Nice to meet you.” You say. Cora doesn’t look up, barely acknowledges you with a hum, and you frown.

“Sure.” She drawls when she finally does finish fixing herself, placing her mirror back into the purse that sits on the table. You purse your lips but don’t say anything.

You’d met a hundred girls like her, you’d meet a hundred more.

“I won’t be late, Mrs Galloway.”  When she speaks, you pick up on the northern Irish lilt to her voice and refrain from rolling your eyes.

No wonder.

“You’d better not, girl.” Mrs Galloway points her wooden spoon at her, and Cora rolls her eyes, standing.

“And don’t you go drinking the night away either, you have work tomorrow morning like the rest of us!” She continues, voice getting louder as she calls out, Cora already sidestepping you to make for the front door. You hear it open and close. The woman in front of you tuts and shakes her head.

“Cora can be difficult, lord help me, but she’s a good girl.” You raise an eyebrow, but only when she can’t see you.

“You’ll have to get along.” She says, as if reading your mind, and you shift on your feet.

“I’m sure it won’t be a problem, Mrs Galloway.” You tell her, and she hums.

You excuse yourself to your new room, and after a quick dinner at six o’clock on the dot, you elect for an early night, turning in as your new house-mother pulls out her knitting needles.

Outside, the sounds of Brooklyn fill your ears, and you don’t fall asleep until you plug your ears with toilet paper.

—-

Over the course of several weeks, your great American adventure becomes only slightly less monotonous than your previous life in the tiny little village of Belsloe. The constant flow of the city never ceases to shock you, and the occasional look of distaste you receive upon opening your mouth in certain areas of Brooklyn have trained you into keeping your lips shut unless necessary.

Now not only did you struggle against those who deemed your skin colour offensive, but those who hated the Irish too.

Among all of this, you do find routine, crave it and seek it out to distract you from your growing homesickness. Each morning you wake at six, have your breakfast and arrive at work by eight. The floral shop may be brightly coloured and fragrant, but you’d found it hard to notice, the world seeming black and white. You throw yourself into furthering your knowledge of flowers, growing up in the countryside with a large and wild garden had taught you much, but there were still so many things you didn’t know.

Each day you make a note of the many men and boys who enter, requesting bouquets of various designs, listening to them chat idly about their wives or girlfriends, and their favourite flowers, colours, whatever else. You day dream often about different scenarios, ones in which some handsome man buys you flowers, but alas, at the end of your day, you walk home alone and clean up, ready for dinner and a quiet night in.

Cora was not around very much, and so most nights you spend the evening by the radio in the living room, listening to the dulcet tones of Billie Holiday and Ella Fitzgerald, joined by the quick clicking of Mrs Galloways knitting needles.

There is one thing that breaks up the slog of your day. Signalled by the bell above the door like any other fellow, he enters with a smile, his hat in his hands. He always dressed well, but simply, and was distinctive thanks to the dark stubble he always seemed to have shadowing along his jaw. Piercing blue eyes shock you in place every time he turns them on you, like diving into an icy lake in the middle of winter, but he seems to avoid eye contact if he can help it.

He comes in almost every other day, requesting daisies, or petunias, other flowers that weren’t often the centrepiece of selections. You think he must love his wife or girlfriend very much to bring her flowers so often, and it makes you smile to yourself.

He’s handsome, very much so, his face young yet a bit aged. You’d put him in his thirties, but then again many men who’d returned from the war seemed to look mature beyond their years, so you don’t know. But despite his reluctance to meet yours or anybody else’s eye, with his deep but soft voice, he always manages to make your face heat up like an iron, innocent flirtatious remarks, pet names, or even the occasional wink as he replaces his hat.

You think about these small moments of heart fluttering sweetness when the dreariness gets to you and of his sparkling crystal eyes pinning you in place for longer than two seconds at a time.

“Miss Callaghan? Miss Callaghan, there’s a letter for you!” The words greet you the moment you’ve shut the front door behind you, and waft in from the kitchen along with the scent of gravy that makes your stomach gurgle. With a spring in your step now, you hang your coat and hat on the hook by the door and hurry further into the home.

“How was work dear?” Mrs Galloway smiles kindly at you from her place at the stove and you throw her a quick smile of your own, rushing to grab at the thick envelope sitting on the table.

“It was good. I’m just going to take this to my room!” You tell her, hardly hearing when she calls out about dinner being ready soon.

Your heartbeat hammers in your ears and you’ve barely got your bedroom door closed before you’re tearing open the top of the envelope, toeing your shoes off and discarding your purse as you make for the window by your bed. Sliding the shutter open, you crawl through the small space and onto the fire escape, your fingers nearly tingling with the sensation of holding the letter in your hands.

When you’ve settled yourself properly, back to the wall and knees curled under you, the soft, now-familiar sounds of Brooklyn filling your senses, you pull out the folded pages and begin reading.

You smile through it. Your parents tell you about the goings on in Belsloe, about the weather, the politics, the gossip. The last few pages are from Bonnie. She tells you much of the same, but with a slightly less rosie-eyed view, and clipped to the last page, as per her words, she’d included a photograph of your nephew, Liam.

You stare at the photo for longer than necessary, take in the smiley features you hadn’t seen in months. You used to spend everyday with the boy, four now, and with it being October, you’d missed his birthday.

You’d missed a lot, so it seemed.

Before you even really know it, you’re crying, the pages crumpling in your hands as you hold on to them tightly, sobbing softly and wishing you were somewhere far, far away. You hold the letter to your chest and squeeze your eyes shut as the tears and sobs wrack your body, not worried about somebody hearing you here. You’re alone.

You are always alone.

You miss everyone and everything so much it makes you feel sick, and you gasp for breath as you try and get a hold of yourself, but you only seem to be able to suck air in. Your cries eventually become quieter, and you curl up against the brick wall beside your window, pulling your knees to your chest as you sniffle, wallowing completely in your misery.

You don’t hear the window above you slide open, and you don’t hear the soft footfalls down the metal steps. You do hear the slight gasp, the sharp intake of breath that signaled surprise and the arrival of somebody else, and your head snaps up, blinking wildly at the stranger who’d appeared and seemed frozen now on your landing, his eyes wide and worried and—

Familiar?

It takes you a moment, as you unravel yourself and wipe at your face, that you know him, it’s the man from your shop, the handsome one who’d flirt innocently with you and unknowingly brighten your day. You think you might be delusional until he speaks.

“Are you alright Miss…?” His voice is the same as always, and you see recognition in his gaze too, but you’re embarrassed at having been caught and you continue to try and wipe your face clean.

“I’m f-fine, thank y-you…” You say, attempting to stand, to clear the way for him to continue moving down, but your grip on Liam’s photo slips and for a moment you panic, only barely catching it before it falls through the grating of the fire escape.

You start sobbing again at that, giving up entirely at any pretend, and put your palms to your eyes.

“Hey, hey, look, it’s… whatever it is, it’s alright…” The man moves closer and crouches down in front of you. He gently gathers up the pages of your letter from your hands, and folds them up, placing them back into the envelope he then tosses through the crack you’d left in your window. You’re thankful for that, lest you almost lose them again, but you can’t help but shake your head, feeling utterly hysterical now.

“I w-want t-to go h-home!” You cry, almost jumping when a warm hand lands at your back, rubbing gently up and down in soothing motions.

“Shh, it’s alright. Where do you live, sweetheart?” You sniffle a little, looking up when something flashes into your view, and you realise he’s holding out a handkerchief for you. You take it delicately, blotting your cheeks and eyes with it as you shake your head again.

“I l-live here… but I w-want to g-go…” You swallow, taking a deep, stuttered breath of air, and you see something on the man’s face click.

“Oh… Ireland. You’re from Ireland, yeah?” He must’ve remembered from the brief words you’d had while at work, and you nod, finally feeling your chest stop heaving so much. You’re a little surprised when he shifts, moving to sit down beside you, sighing heavily.

“Homesickness, huh? I know how that can be…” Your lip wobbles a little as you look up at him, as handsome as ever, and somehow, sitting next to you on your fire escape. Was he some sort of guardian angel?

“During the war, when I went away to bootcamp, I couldn’t stand it. I hadn’t even left New York yet, and I was sick. Only got worse when we got shipped out to England.” He chuckles humorlessly and shakes his head, and you swallow thickly, listening carefully.

It’s the most you’ve ever heard him speak before, and you think his voice is lovely, calming and deep. He side-eyes you.

“Mind you, when we got stationed I didn’t have much time to be homesick, but it was always there, in the quiet moments… but I knew I was where I needed to be.” You hadn’t even noticed until now that you’d stopped crying altogether, and the man nudges you gently.

“New York can be hard to get used to, I don’t know much about Ireland, but I’ve been around… nothing’s quite like the big city…”

“I just miss it…” You speak softly, and he cocks his head, nods slightly and smiles softly.

“‘Course you do. That’s okay. It’s normal. How long ya been here?” He shifts again, hand digging into his jacket pocket for something and you clear your throat.

“Two months.”

“Mhmn, not long at all, huh? You work at uh, the florists, right? Thought I recognised you… though you look all different when you ain’t smiling.” He finally pulls what he seeks from his coat, quickly placing a cigarette between his lips, he offers the pack to you.

“Oh, no, I don’t… I don’t smoke…” You tell him, and he nods enthusiastically, pulling the cig from his mouth.

“Good. That’s good. You shouldn’t.” He says pointedly, matches in his fingers, but then he frowns down at the little stick.

“Fuck, I shouldn’t either.” You watch him toss it over the fire escape, and shove the pack and matches back into his pocket.

It was a little silly, a bit odd, and you hadn’t heard someone curse around you in a while, so you can’t help it, you giggle. The man swings his gaze back to you with a lazy grin and winks.

“That’s better. You got a lovely smile.” Your face feels warm, and you look to your hands in your lap.

“Thank you…”

“I’m Bucky, Bucky Barnes. I guess you’re stayin’ with Mrs Galloway, then? I live above you.” You nod and look back up at him.

“Belle Callaghan.” You shake the hand he holds out, and watch as he sighs, leaning back against the wall again.

“How old are ya? Seems a long way to come from home with nobody.”

“Nineteen. And my parents have their property to look after… There’s no work for the young.” You explain, and Bucky nods, sighing again.

“Nineteen, huh?” He blows out, and digs into his pocket again, producing the same cigarettes and matches he had before. You watch him absently light one up, take a drag and then blow it out away from you.

“I remember bein’ nineteen… was a little shi—” He cuts himself off, eyes flickering to you quickly.

“—Sorry. Sorry… Shouldn't curse in front of—”

“—It’s alright!” You rush to cut him off.

“I’m… I’m Irish, remember?” Bucky cocks his head, his lips pulling slowly into a wide grin and he chuckles.

“And… it reminds me of my brother… he used to curse so bad even the navy wouldn’t have him.” You joke, and Bucky laughs again, nodding.

“Your brother in the war?” He asks when you’ve both calmed some, and you nod, smile falling, though you look away from Bucky to the brick wall of the apartment complex opposite you.

“Yeah. But he died.”

“I’m sorry… I…” He trails off and you hear him clear his throat.

“I’m sorry.” You blink back your tears and clench your jaw for a moment before looking back to Bucky.

“Me too.”

You realise then, staring into his ocean blue eyes, how absurd this whole situation is, and you jolt slightly. Bucky was the handsome stranger from work, apparently your neighbour, and he’d clearly been going somewhere when he’d stumbled across your sad scene.

“D-do you have somewhere you need to be?! I’m so sorry, I— I shouldn’t have taken up your time!” You hurry to apologise, but Bucky only smiles in amusement, taking another drag of his cigarette, he taps off the burnt end, clearly in no real hurry.

“Don’t worry about it. I was just going for a walk, but sittin’ with a pretty girl will always be better than that.”

Again, he flirts so easily you have to look away, lips unable to stop from pulling into a shy smile, your cheeks remaining warm even in the cool autumn air.

“Oh… well… thank you… for sitting with me. You didn’t have to…” Bucky shrugs, and is opening his mouth to reply when there’s a knocking at your door, a little distant and muffled from where you sit outside.

“Belle? Dinner is ready!” You stick your head through the window, heart thumping, though you don’t know why. Maybe the thought of being caught alone with a man? A handsome one, no doubt.

“Be right there, Mrs Galloway!” You reply, waiting until you hear the sound of retreating footsteps before you relax.

When you look back to Bucky, he’s already putting out his cigarette, poking the remaining butt behind his ear as he pushes himself to stand. You follow suit, but take the hand he kindly offers out, and try not to think about how easily he pulls you up, about how strong he must be.

“Thank you, again.”

“It’s no problem, Belle.” The way he says it, despite there being no real hint of anything but politeness, makes your toes curl and your belly flop around like a fish in a bucket.

He keeps hold of your hand as you climb carefully back through your window, letting go only when you’re securely inside. He crouches slightly down again and tips his head at you.

“Goodnight, Belle.”

“Goodnight, um, Bucky.”

And with that, you close your window, and draw your blinds.

—-

Your interaction with Bucky on the fire escape doesn’t quell the crush you have on the man. Rather, it only intensifies it. Over the weekend you don’t see him, but around about midday on Monday, you find yourself buzzing with excitement, your heart hammering in your chest as his familiar form steps through the front door of the florist’s, plucking his hat from his head carefully as his eyes scan the store.

You’re the only worker out front today, but you tell yourself he’d have come to you even if you weren’t.

“Afternoon, Miss Callaghan.” He greets politely with a smile, and you think it’s rather foolish, the thrill you get from him knowing you by name now.

“Mr. Barnes, how can I help you?” You duck your head just a little, and he leans on the counter with one arm, stroking his chin as if in thought.

“You have any Irish roses?” He asks, squinting at you and you falter, eyes flickering around the store behind him.

“Oh… I uh… I don’t think they— we stock them…”

“Well that is blatantly not true.” He frowns, standing up straight, an almost sternness overcoming him and you still. Despite never having seen him anything but quiet and kind, you prepare for the same rudeness some customers met you with.

“I see one right here.” He points to you, and when his words, his joke, click, you relax, scoffing bashfully, and dropping your gaze to the counter as your face lights up. Bucky’s face falls away from the stern look as well, smiling softly as he ducks to catch your eye.

“Feeling better today?” He asks softly, the over the top flirtatiousness gone and replaced with the personality you’d come to expect. You nod, still feeling warm, but your heart leaps that he was asking.

“Yes. definitely.”

“Good, good…” You stare at one another for a moment, seemingly unable to look away… but, as your boss steps through from the back, you jump into action, as does Bucky.

He orders some regular roses, and you move about quickly to wrap them up. When he takes them, replacing his hat on his head, he doesn’t wink like usual, instead he smiles kindly and nods at you firmly, pointedly.

“Have a good day, Miss Belle.” But he’s gone before you can respond. You watch him walk away through the front window, until you can no longer see him, and swallow thickly, your heart racing.

“Do you know Mr Barnes? From upstairs?” You try to keep your voice even as you scoop some more peas onto your fork, trying to sound as uninterested as possible. Mrs Galloway lifts an eyebrow at you.

“Sergeant Barnes. I do. How do you know him…?”

“Oh! He comes into the shop every so often!” You explain quickly, stomach churning, but the older woman seems to buy your half-truth, and she nods, but then stops, and looks at you sternly.

“Sergeant Barnes is a hero and a lovely man, but a young lady like you should stay far, far away.” You blink, and lower the fork currently on it’s way to your lips and frown.

“He seems nice…” You say in a weak defense, and she waves her hand.

“Oh he’s plenty nice, Miss Callaghan, especially to pretty young things, I might add. But the man is almost twelve years older than you! Surely there are others for you to—”

“—I wasn’t—! I was just—!” You stutter and shake your head, cheeks heating up once again.

“I was only wondering!” Mrs Galloway gives you a knowing look.

“He’s known for dating around, man like that should be settled by now! It’s no good, if you ask me.” She shakes her head and you purse your lips, but nod.

You don’t think it’s such a bad thing for him to date lots of women. Perhaps he just hadn’t met the right lady yet! 

The conversation turns more general, and even though you engage, your mind wanders back to the man who’d been occupying all your thoughts since you’d first met him.

Twelve years? That would make him thirty-one, you calculate. That was a fair bit older than you, perhaps even more than you would be comfortable with… but Bucky was kind and respectful and sweet. Not any man would stop and comfort a crying girl on the fire escape, would they?

You chew on your lip and when Mrs Galloway asks if you’ll join her by the radio, you politely decline, instead claiming you were dog-tired, and retire to your room where you promptly pull on a cardigan and climb out onto the fire escape.

Ever since that first time, it had become a sort of ritual. Each night, you’d sit out in the open air, at least until it got too cold, listening to the sounds of the city. Maybe a part of you wished Bucky would so happen to come by, but so far he hadn’t.

You’re lucky tonight however, as you’re climbing through your window, you hear movement from above, and look up, finding blue eyes peering back down at you.

“Fancy seein’ you here…” Bucky cocks his head, pushing off where he leans against his window sill. You can smell the smoke in the air, but he must have gotten rid of it by the time he’s trotted down to your level, because when you’ve righted yourself, he’s cigarette free.

You end up seated on the steps this time, Bucky a few steps above you, leaning with his back to the safety railing, while you face the opposite way, looking up at him.

“Mrs Galloway said you were some sort of hero…” You venture, and briefly see a crease form in his brow before he blows away the smoke of his second cigarette and shrugs.

“Guess so. I was with Steve— uh, Captain America.”

“In the Howling Commandos!?” You ask, a little excitedly, leaning forward. You’d heard of them, everyone had of course, but your parents had kept you relatively sheltered from news during the war, so you hadn’t seen more than one newspaper article about the group, still, they had been intensely interesting.

Bucky nods, lifting his brow just slightly.

“Didn’t recognise me, darlin’?” You can tell he’s teasing, but it still makes you look away meekly.

“I didn’t, actually…” His face seems to change, not into disappointment or offence, like you might have thought, but into curiosity, and he takes another drag.

“That’s a nice change.” There’s more to his words, you feel, but you don’t know if you’re allowed to ask, so you stay quiet.

“What was your home like?” Bucky asks suddenly, and you blink at the quick subject change, floundering for an answer.

“Oh, well, it was…” You trail off and think for a moment, gathering your thoughts.

“I lived with my parents, my sister-in-law, and my nephew on a little property outside of town… our house was on a little knoll, like, a hill, and it was old, like really old… We didn’t even have central heating for ages until my Ma kicked Pa’s ass over it…” You laugh at the memory. Your father hadn’t wanted to mess with the purity of the house’s structure, and they’d had one huge blowout over it.

And when you’d awoken the following morning, you’d come downstairs to find an electrician giving your parents a quote.

Bucky snorts.

“You live on a farm?”

“Sort of? Not really. My Pa owned several acres around us, but we weren’t farmers. He rented the paddocks to our neighbours. He was a carpenter. Ma looked after Liam while Bonnie went to work. Oh, Bonnie is my sister-in-law, Liam is my nephew.” You explain, and Bucky nods.

“My town, Belsloe—” Bucky snorts again, and you look up at him questioningly.

“Belle from Belsloe.” He says, clearly humoured, and you shake your head with a smile, rolling your eyes.

“Belsloe was small, but not as small as some other towns. We had a dance hall at least, and a few different pubs… a bookshop… some towns don’t even have bookshops!” You say. You still remember when yours hadn’t.

“It sounds nice. I saw a few towns like that in Holland, Italy… France even. The ones that weren’t bombed out were nice.” He shrugs, and for a moment you try to picture Belsloe bombed out, but you quickly push the horrifying thought from your brain.

“Would you ever go back? To Europe, I mean?” Bucky chortles, blows a puff of smoke out and shakes his head.

“Not on your damn life. No offense or anythin’, but I’m never getting on a transport ship again.” He shakes his head, smiling mirthlessly.

You could understand his point perfectly. The boat you’d travelled on to New York had been cramped and dirty, with hardly any privacy and you’d gotten sea sick at least once a day for the two weeks it took to travel. You can’t imagine it being filled to the brim with soldiers instead of just regular civillians.

“I won’t ever make that trip again unless I have to.” You say with a shake of your own head and an involuntary shiver, and Bucky lifts an understanding brow. You fall into a comfortable silence for a while, listening to the sounds of distant trains and people and cars, the sun well and truly set by now. A thought strikes you however, and you perk up.

“Did your date like her roses?” Bucky turns to look down at you with a confused frown, before his features fold into recognition and he clears his throat.

“Oh, uh, they were actually for my mother. She likes roses.” Your mouth makes a round shape as you duck your head in embarrassment.

“Oh! I’m sorry! I just assumed! Mrs Galloway says you dated lots of—” You cut yourself off with almost a gasp, slapping a hand over your mouth as Bucky raises an amused eyebrow.

If there were ever a time for the world to open up and swallow you whole, now would be that time.

You can’t believe you’d just said that to his face.

“I’m—! I’m so sorry!” You squeak, feeling your stomach churn and sink.

“It’s not my business— and I don’t, I’m not- I’m not judging!” But Bucky only seems to chuckle, shaking his head a little as he waves a hand out.

“S’alright, sweetheart.” He brings his cigarette to his lips and takes one last drag before he puts it out on the step.

“I used to date around I guess, when I was younger— before the war. I don’t really anymore.” He shrugs, and your curiosity gets the best of you.

“But all the flowers you buy… are they all for your mother…?” If he only came in once a week that would be one thing, but sometimes he’d come in twice, or even three times.

“Sometimes I’ll take a gal dancin’... but other than that, I never show up to see my mother or sister without… S’how my father did it, s’how I do it.” He shrugs again and you blink, nodding your understanding. How sweet, you think, clearly his father left an impression.

“That’s so lovely.” You try to keep the dreaminess out of your voice, but likely fail entirely as Bucky sends you another raised-brow sideways glance.

“I guess.” He snorts, opening his mouth to continue, but he closes it, shaking his head and you frown.

“What?” You probe, and he only continues shaking his head, and this time you have to laugh, reaching out to gently shove his knee.

“What!?” Bucky smiles wryly at you.

“I don’t want to sound like a dog.” You roll your eyes.

“I won’t judge you.” It takes him a moment, but eventually, after he shifts a little he opens his mouth.

“Most women these days recognise me from the war… most of them are more than willing to let me dance with them, buy them dinner, take ‘em home…” You feel your cheeks heat with the insinuation his words give, but you’d promised not to judge.

“... And that's all they seem to want from me. A good night and a story to tell their friends.” He looks to his shoes, and despite the age of his face, and everything else you know about him, for the first time he looks young, vulnerable, and you resist the urge to coo.

“Well, I think they must be regretting that!” You say, huffing a little. Bucky looks at you, brow raised, but his face is only soft still, a little sad even.

“I’ve only known you a short while and you’ve been nothing but kind and sweet to me. Any lady who doesn’t see beyond your reputation doesn’t deserve you anyway!” You try not to let your anger at these nameless women show, your slight flare of jealousy that they’d captured Bucky’s attention only to squander it. Really though, you are upset for him, sad that he feels the way he clearly does.

Bucky lifts his chin fully, leaning back against the railing and chortling softly, but his face doesn’t seem amused, he appears grateful for the pep talk.

“Thank you, Belle.” He holds your gaze for a moment, and you wonder if he can see your admiration, wonder if he sees you as a young woman or as a kid he lives by. You know you’re younger than him, but you weren’t a child! You’d be twenty soon!

His eyes shift away and he pulls out another cigarette, lighting it up, the butt glowing in the darkness.

“What about you, Miss Callaghan, need me to threaten any boys for ya?” The question is telling to your previous internal queries, and you deflate a little.

“No… No boys.” You say, and Bucky blows out his smoke, cocking his head.

“None? I find that hard to believe. There’s got to be a line of ‘em somewhere!” He teases, playfully looking over his shoulder and down to the ally. You chuckle, but shake your head.

“Nobody’s really lining up to be with a black Irish girl.” You say quietly, looking away, but your eyes snap back to him with a jolt when Bucky hisses.

“Morons. Only morons will take either of those into account.” He tells you sternly, pointing at you like Mrs Galloway had earlier.

“Don’t you accept anybody who doesn’t think you’re equal to them, alright? Because you absolutely are.” You’re ensnared by his intense gaze for a moment and you can only nod your affirmation, a little awestruck by his outspokenness. Bucky nods firmly and looks away again.

“M’serious, ain’t nobody worth your time who thinks less of you.” He says after a long drag of his cigarette, the smoke billowing out and blowing away.

You shift, a little awkwardly and shrug, keen to bring the conversation away from less touchy subjects.

“It won’t be a problem regardless… I’m not like Cora, I don’t go meeting men and dancin’ and all that.” You say ‘men’ on purpose, hopefully putting it in his mind that you weren’t a child, but he only frowns back at you.

“Who’s Cora?”

“Oh. The other gal staying with Mrs Galloway. She’s always out dancing or dating.” You roll your eyes, but Bucky shrugs.

“Well, a lot of gals wouldn’ta been able to go out doing that whenever they wanted when I was your age… some people are just built different, they get their kicks from dancin’... some get them from talking to their old neighbour on the fire escape at night.” He shrugs, smiling cheekily and you giggle, nudging his leg again.

“You’re not old…” You say, and he lifts a brow.

“I’m an old man compared to you, darlin’.” You roll your eyes, but feel a slight pang in your chest that you desperately try to ignore.

“Speakin’ of old…” Bucky brings his wrist close to his face, squinting down at his watch in the dark.

“I should get some sleep.” You jump, nodding.

“Oh! Me too.” You agree, and despite all the little things working against you, Bucky steps with you down to your landing, once more taking your hand to help you as you climb back through your window. The warmth he radiates matches the warmth of your face, and you gaze back up at him when you’re inside.

“Goodnight, Belle.”

“Goodnight, Bucky.”

—-

You don’t catch Bucky for another few weeks. Your birthday passes, and your boss, of all people, gifts you a bicycle. It’s not solely a birthday present however, as he’d finally agreed to your long proposed idea of flower delivery. You do get to take it home with you though, and it’s made your commutes to and from work that much quicker.

But it did leave you rather tired in the evenings, your days riding from the shop to various Brooklyn addresses was rather exhausting on your body, and you slept more soundly than you had in months. And it had also come with a raise. Your boss had proudly told you how well you’d been doing, which had made your entire week.

However, your deliveries made it so that you rarely saw Bucky during the day or night, and you were starting to wonder if you’d ever get to catch him again. Truthfully, you hadn’t planned on sitting out on the fire escape tonight, just opening your window for a little bit before you went to bed, but an odd sound catches your attention.

You blink, frown clouding your face as the quiet sniffling reaches your ears, and you poke your head out, looking upward for the source of the sound.

You don’t see Bucky, not fully anyway, but you see his hands, one empty, the other holding the neck of a wine bottle, both leaning over the edge of his window. Your heart sinks, fizzles away when you realise he’s crying, and you all but scramble out of your own window and up the steps before you can think through what you even want to say.

“Bucky?!” You mock whisper as you finish climbing the steps. He seems to startle, exactly where you thought he’d be, leaning against his window sill, eyes bleary and red, his cheeks a little puffy.

“Belle? What’re you—” He cuts himself off, swallowing as you approach, eyes never leaving you however. You slowly kneel down across from him, resting your own arms on the window and biting your lip.

“What’s wrong? Why’re you crying?” You ask quietly, knowing it might be a touchy subject for a man, but he shakes his head, sighing before hanging it, his movements jerky and clearly drunk. You purse your lips.

“Bucky…?” Almost like he’d forgotten you were there, he lifts his head again suddenly, eyes focusing on you with a wide stare and he stutters.

“I… uh— sorry… did I wake you…?” His words slur a little together and you shake your head, smiling kindly.

“No… I just heard you when I opened my window… Are you alright?”

“M’fine.” He nods, before bringing the wine to his lips and throwing back a hefty swig. You follow him with your eyes as he drops the bottle to hang over the window sill again.

“Are you sure?” You know it's not your place to ask, or to know, but he’d comforted you when you’d been upset, the least you could do was return the favour.

“Is it… is it the war?” You ask carefully, and watch as his gaze snaps to yours suddenly. He seems to freeze in place for a moment before he nods slowly. He takes another drink.

“Y-you do what you gotta, you see the kid next to you hit the ground and you keep moving because otherwise you’ll be next…” He pauses and takes a deep, shaky breath.

“And they tell you to focus on the men that are still alive, there’s nothing you can do for the dead you know, but what do I do now?” He falters, and chokes on his own words. You quickly lean forward, sleeve pulled over your palm to wipe at the fresh tears, and try not to let your own spill over. Bucky leans into your hand a little and shakes his head.

“Most of ‘em were just kids. I— I just wish… Sometimes I wish it’d been me…” You lean back again and shake your head.

“I’ve never… I’ve never been to war, but I can’t imagine coming home is easy… you saved a lot of people, I bet, and if you had died… It would only mean some other fella would be sitting at his window right now, thinking about you.” Bucky nods mutely, looking miserable and lifts his bottle hand back up. His grip must not be very tight however, as the wine slips from his grasp, crashing down into your lap, covering your skirt in crimson red before you can even put it up right again.

You both jump, and you stand quickly, putting the bottle on the window will and wringing out your skirt as best you can while Bucky babbles apologies.

“Oh sweetheart, fuck, I’m so sorry, shit, shit, shit, will that come out!?”

“Uhm…”

“I’ll— I’ll buy you a new dress, I’m so sorry, fuck!” You look up at him with a smile and shake your head.

“It’s okay. It should wash out…” Bucky’s face is pulled in a wince and you take him in. He looked wrecked, bags under his eyes and hair a mess, even more stubble than usual... 

“You should go to sleep… Here, let me help, you can hardly move…” You say, a little surprised by how easily he moves aside to let you in through his window, holding your hand, albeit not very steadily, as you climb in. You don’t give yourself time to squeal over being inside his apartment, with him, alone, because he’s swaying oddly, and you swoop under his arm to help prop him up.

“Here, take your shoes off, I’ll pull back your covers…” You instruct, leaving him leaning against the wall as you move to his bed, peeling back the sheets and arranging his pillows. When you turn back around, you nearly gasp, met with an almost nude Bucky Barnes whose clothes now sit in a pile on the floor, aside from his briefs. You spin around again almost immediately, your face prickling white hot, but your brain has already committed his image to memory.

Strong arms, thick muscled chest… your heart rate picks up rapidly. Bucky doesn’t seem to notice anything wrong however, and stumbles past you, falling to the edge of his bed before dragging himself onto it properly. You swallow thickly as you pull his covers over him.

“M’sorry about your dress, sweetheart…” He drawls, eyes already closed and you hum, still coming down from the shock of seeing him near-nude.

“It’s okay. Sleep well, Bucky…” He hums, and you watch him for a moment, before your eyes are drawn back to the pile of clothes on the floor by the wall.

Cautiously, you tip-toe over to them and pick them up, nosing around quickly for his wash basket, placing them inside, before sneaking back to his window. You take one last look at Bucky, dead asleep now, before climbing back out and down to your room.

Once inside, with your window shut, you stare down at your soiled dress and bite your lip.

How would you explain this to Mrs Galloway? Pursing your lips, you peel it off, changing into your night clothes, before peeking your head out of your bedroom door. You could hear Mrs Galloway’s needles clicking still, which meant she was knitting in the lounge. You look toward Cora’s room and creep down toward it. If you put it in with her washing, she might not even notice, and Mrs Galloway would be far less likely to question her over a wine stain…

You complete your little espionage mission and return to your room, lying awake for hours, Bucky’s image haunting your mind, before you eventually find sleep.

—-

The warmth of the rare autumn sun sends goosebumps over your arm as you reach out, inspecting a sweet looking ribbon-trim. You didn’t sew very often, or at all since you’d come to the United States, but it was a sunny Saturday, you had the day off, and you were exploring a nearby market. It wasn’t as though you had a load of spare money to spend, but you did have a small amount, and you had a very specific intended purpose for it.

The local deliveries you’d been making on your bicycle had become very popular, so much so that you needed a new basket, a bigger one, and you thought you’d try your luck at the local weekend markets.

The narrow street which normally held shops anyway was lined by stalls selling all sorts, some of them belonging to the shops in question, and others owned by folk who usually sold elsewhere. The neighbourhood is predominantly an Irish one, though there are plenty of Italian and German folk walking about, a few flags hung to show the origin of certain stalls. New York was a lot more multicultural than Ireland, and even though you still faced discrimination, within most Irish (and some Italian) circles, you found kinship.

Most Irish folk faced their own bigotry, and weren’t willing to dish it out upon you as well. When Mrs Galloway had asked you to fetch some meat from the butcher’s last week, you’d been confronted by a woman who had told the man behind the counter she wouldn’t buy from him if he sold to you. To your surprise, the butcher, one Mr. O'Donoghue, told her he wouldn’t sell to her anyway, and asked her to leave.

You’d been awfully embarrassed, but it was overshadowed when he’d given you far more than you’d asked (or paid for) and apologised. Situations like that didn’t always turn out so nicely, but they were becoming a little rarer.

You hum lightly under your breath as you turn from one stall, to gaze upon the next, an assortment of homemade and embroidered tablecloths and doilies, some knitted kettle warmers and children’s gloves. They were beautiful, but not really anything that interested you, so you turn again, intending to make your way back toward a stall you’d spied across the street. Unfortunately you don’t make it so far, your turn coinciding with the step of someone else, and you’re momentarily winded by the force, though it wasn’t enough to knock you down.

The girl, or young woman really, is subsequently barrelled into from behind by another woman, their third companion who you haven’t quite noticed properly stopping without incident. The young woman though, the small amount of vegetables she carries spill out and you gasp, apologising before you can even gauge anything else.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!”

“I should have watched where I was walking!” The other girl tells you at the same time, both of you crouching down to collect the potatoes and tomatoes, placing them back into her arm basket. You look up at her as you both stand, finding a pretty young woman, with dark hair and blue eyes, and an older, almost identical lady standing behind her.

“I’m really sorry!” You say again, eyes flickering to the man who’d stopped with them, only to find your breath caught in your throat.

“Bucky?” You blurt before cognition kicks in again, and for the surprise on his own face, he blinks quickly, shaking his head some as if to clear the fog.

“Belle? What are you doing here?” He asks, partially still surprised, and a little happy, if you don’t say so yourself. Although you do cock your head at his odd question.

“It’s… it's the weekend market…?” You say, looking around briefly, and you think you see his cheeks flush.

“Right, yeah. Right. Of course…” You both state for a moment until the young woman you’d bumped into elbows him in his ribs.

“Aren’t you going to introduce us, Buck?” She asks, somewhat conspiratorially, and you blink as Bucky nods, looking to the girl and then at you again, and your heartbeat nearly stops when he takes a step toward you, hand grazing over your back and resting between your shoulders.

“Uh, Belle, this is my sister Becca, and my Ma. Ma, Becca, this is Belle Callaghan. Belle lives with Mrs Galloway, below me, she’s new to New York.” He turns to his mother mostly when he says this, but you hold out your hand politely anyway, Becca shaking it first, a large grin on your face that you can’t entirely discern the meaning of.

“It’s lovely to meet you both.” You say, shaking Mrs. Barnes' hand too when she offers it, smiling more politely.

“How long have you known each other?” Becca hurriedly asks, and your face seems to heat up at the insinuation of her words, both you and Bucky stepping apart from one another quickly, coughing and spluttering.

“Oh, no, we just—”

“—It’s nothing like that!” Becca, for her part, only seems to smile wider, her eyes flickering from you to Bucky and then back again. Mrs. Barnes takes a small step forward.

“How long have you been in New York now, Belle?”

“A few months. It was a lot to get used to at first compared to home, but I think I’m adjusting.” You nod at your own words and instinctively look up at Bucky when he looks back at you.

“You fetching something for Mrs. Galloway?” He asks, and you shake your head.

“No, actually, I’m searching for a larger basket. For my bike.”

“How large—?”

“—When did you get a bike?!” Bucky and his mother speak simultaneously and you blink between them for a moment.

“I… got it for my birthday, to deliver flowers on… and larger than the standard.” you say to each respectively, Bucky’s brow furrowing and you eye him as he steps back toward you, turning in as if saying something rather private.

“You didn’t say anything? About your birthday?!” He speaks softly, remorse painting his words as his hand lifts to land on your own arm and you swallow, waving his concern away.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Really.” You say, even though currently it's everything, very much so, your heart thumping away in your chest and ears that he would care so much.

“No, it’s no—” He seems to cut himself off, as if remembering the other people around you, and purses his lips, eyes swivelling back to his mother and sister, and he drops his hand from you, hesitantly. Mrs. Barnes clears her throat.

“I believe we have a basket like that at home, I used to use it when I rode, we can give it to you, save you the hassle of buying a new one!” Your eyes widen and you immediately begin to shake your head.

“Oh, no, Mrs. Barnes, thank you, but I’m sure I can—”

“—Nonsense. Think of it like a gift, for your birthday!” She waves her hand and you falter. You can’t reject a gift, that would just be rude, and if you insisted more, that would be worse. This wasn’t any old stranger, this was Bucky’s mother!

“Oh, uh, well, that would be lovely. Thank you!” You duck your head bashfully and the woman once again waves you off.

“It’s nothing! We have to collect a few more things for lunch, but then we’ll go fetch it.” You nod demurely, feeling rather lucky if you’re honest, and turn to follow as the older woman begins moving away again.

Bucky walks at your left and he leans down to say something when you’re both startled, Becca winding her arm through yours on your right.

“So how old did you turn, Belle?” She asks excitedly and you stutter for a moment before you can reply.

“Oh, twenty.” You tell her, not missing the brief look she shoots to Bucky, but quickly her focus is back on you.

“Twenty! What a lovely age. I’m only two years older than you—”

“—Sometimes I wouldn’t know.” Bucky cuts her off pointedly, and she glares, though it makes you snicker.

“Well… anyway… it must have been exciting to travel so far from home!”

“A little… but it was scary, too…” You say honestly, and watch her nod in sympathy.

“I bet. I can’t imagine travelling to England or Ireland by myself… I’m still unsure I'm going to manage when Sam and I get married!” You cock your head, eyes darting down to her hand to look upon the engagement ring that sits there.

“You’re getting married? That’s lovely! More exciting than travelling, if you ask me!”

Becca smiles, but rolls her eyes, nodding.

“Yes! In December, hopefully. Are you?”

It takes you a moment to understand her question and you frown, blinking rapidly.

“Am I? Getting married? Oh, no! Not at all…”

“So you’re single then?! Bucky is single, did you know?” She asks, signalling a groan from your left, and you look up at Bucky who wears a pained expression, your own head becoming muddled and confused. Was she… trying to set you up?!

“Rebecca, leave her alone.”

“I was only stating your commonality, James!” She covers your hand with her own.

“I’m only saying, because even though he pretends he isn’t, he’s very lonely—”

“—Rebecca.” Bucky’s voice is sterner now, more final, and Becca seems to pull back, although she glares.

“I was only saying.”

When Mrs. Barnes stops to look at a baker’s options, Becca joins her, leaving you with Bucky, who seems to nervously reach for the cigarettes in his pocket.

“I’m sorry. She’s nosy. Don’t listen to her.”

“I think she’s kind to worry after you. She loves you, clearly.” You tell him, watching him place the smoke between his lips, and then light it up.

“She could show it better. Jeez.” He rolls his eyes, and then looks away to blow out.

When he looks back at you, he’s squinting, his brow furrowed slightly, and he pulls the cigarette away, holding it between his index and middle fingers as was typical.

“You really turned twenty and didn’t say anything?” You wonder what he means by it, genuinely. It wasn’t as if you were more to him than his neighbour, perhaps you could call each other friends, but you hadn’t realised you’d been given that honour yet. You only shrug and look away.

“What was I supposed to say?” You ask, and quickly look back when he steps closer again.

“‘Hey, Buck, It’s my birthday, take me to celebrate!’?” He suggests, doing a rather decent impression of your voice which you scoff at, despite your giggle.

Mrs. Barnes moves along to the next stall, and you slowly follow, Bucky’s hand landing on your back again as the crowd thickens, and your heartbeat triples.

“You wouldn’t really have taken me anywhere.” You say quietly when you’re sure he can hear you again.

“Nonsense. Woulda taken you dancin’, or something. I dunno. Birthdays are important.” You look up at him, frowning.

“You’d only take me dancing on my birthday?” You can’t stop yourself from asking, feeling a little embarrassed after the words leave you, but his own bashful expression and quick closing of his mouth leave you hopeful.

It was only one number, but maybe he’d stop thinking of you as so much younger than himself now.

“Well, uh, no, but I—” He’s cut off when his mother turns back to the two of you.

“Alright, I’m all set here. Let’s head home and I'll make us some lunch. Belle, you’ll stay, yes?”

You can’t bring yourself to say no.

You stay for lunch at the Barnes’, Becca’s fiance Sam stopping by as well, a fine man with a bright smile and deep amber toned skin, leaving a kind word for everybody. You’re reminded distinctly of your brother, and he even enquires about him when you say so, wondering if he ever ran into the man during the war. You doubt it, but it was kind anyway.

Thanks to living in the same building, you’re treated to a lengthy walk home with Bucky, and you spend almost the whole time speaking of both your families. Your question about him taking you dancing is either forgotten or ignored.

You bid goodbye at your apartment door, and go inside to show Mrs. Galloway your new basket.

—-

You’ve just set the kettle on when the telephone rings.

It takes you a moment to calm down from the scare it gives you, and another moment to stare at it until it rings again. Mrs. Galloway had gone to the neighbours for a knitting evening and you were home alone, so it was up to you to answer it.

You move carefully to the wall it hangs on, and pick it up gingerly.

“Hello?”

“Belle? Oh, thank god.” You perk, and then frown at the sound of Cora’s voice, crackly down the line, but clear and familiar enough.

“Cora? What’s wrong?” She’d gone dancing, again, and by the clock on the wall, it was already a little late.

“Well, I… I’m at the Pavillion… on Dorchester Street, you know the place?” You search your memory, and you weren’t quite familiar with the club, but you do know vaguely where Dorchester is.

“Yes…?”

“I… I think a fellow I was dancin’ with put something in my drink… I’m… I don’t feel very good, and the bartender’s let me use the phone… Could you come get me?”

You blink at the request, and balk a little when it processes.

“Wha— What sort of not good, Cora? You should go to the hospi—”

“—No! I don’t have the money for that! And my head is gettin’ fuzzy… please, Belle, you owe me for that wine stained dress I found in my basket!” Come to think of it, her voice does sound rather funny, and her words slurred, and you gasp at the mention of your ruined dress, the one you hadn’t thought she’d noticed.

“Oh… Fine! Just stay in the back, though! I’ll be there as soon as I can!” You hang up the phone and look at your watch. You don’t know when Mrs Galloway will be back, but you had an hour until your curfew regardless…

How you find yourself on the floor above yours, nervously knocking on an apartment door, you have no idea, like your feet carried you without thinking. Bucky opens the door, his expression surprised when he sees you, his eyes flicking over your coat bag.

“I’m so sorry, it’s late but…”

“Belle? What’s wrong?” He steps toward you straight away at your worried expression, his hand gently taking hold of your arm and you shake your head.

“No, well, yes, actually, I… Cora called, she thinks a boy— man, put something in her drink… she’s not feeling well and she doesn’t want Mrs. Galloway to know she’s been drinking again, I think… She asked me to get her, but I don’t know—” Bucky holds up his other hand and calms you from your hurried rambling.

“Wait, wait… so Cora is sick? Where is she?”

“The Pavillion… I don’t really know it, I thought you might… I thought you might help me…?” Bucky nods, his own expression concerned now, and you watch as he steps back, taking a coat from his hook on the wall, checking his pockets for keys and his wallet.

“Of course. Come on, we should get going…”

You try to dissuade Bucky from hailing a taxi, but he assures you that it’s fine, and the quicker you can get to Cora the better, and so in barely any time at all, you’re making your way through the throngs of dancing and drunk people.

Bucky stands tall and broad behind you, like a pillar, with his hand on your lower back as he guides you toward the bar, a stout man perking as you both near, your clear sobriety and worried expressions tipping him off.

“You here for the Mulligan girl? She’s just in the back… Poor thing’s been vomiting since she got off the phone…” Bucky thanks him as you hurriedly make your way around the counter, finding the tiny back office easily, the loud roar of the music and patrons hushed from back here.

“Cora? Oh, look at you!” You half coo, half scold as you see her, sitting on a chair, a cleaning bucket in her hands that her head is hung over.

“Belle? I don’t feel very good…” You push some of her hair back, and feel her temperature. She’s warm, but not quite feverish. You look over your shoulder to Bucky who watches on in concern.

“Can you walk?” He asks loudly, clearly, and Cora’s eyes travel to him, confusion in them before she keels over again, spitting up some more sick into the bucket.

“I think that’s a no…” You say, standing up and stepping aside as he moves in.

“Cora, I’m gonna pick you up, alright? You hang onto that bucket and let me know if you wanna stop, okay?” She nods, and Bucky looks to you.

“Can you open the backdoor we passed in the hall? It’ll be easier to get her out through that instead of hauling her through the crowds.” You nod obediently, and swipe her purse from the floor before moving back out to the hall to shoulder open the door.

Bucky comes through seconds later, Cora held bridal style in his arms, her own tightly clutching at the bucket. You follow him out to the alleyway, shadowing him closely as he stops to adjust his hold.

“I’ve seen this before, I think… she’ll be okay, just sick for a day or two… poor thing…” You nod, and rub at Cora’s back when she groans.

“Let’s get her in a cab.”

You let Bucky slide in with Cora first when you’ve gotten a taxi to stop for you on the main street, and you follow sitting close and leaning over him slightly to fix her skirt and jacket while Bucky calls out an address to the driver.

Cora leans her head against the window and groans every so often, but she doesn’t vomit again, which you think is a good sign.

“She’ll be okay, sweetheart.” You look up at Bucky, who’s eyes watch your worried expression, before he covers your hand with his own, squeezing just slightly. It makes your whole body stop for a few seconds, and you swallow, nodding.

He doesn’t let go until you’ve arrived again.

Bucky holds Cora again in the elevator, seeing as her knees seem rather wobbly, and when the doors open up on your floor, you blanch, quickly pounding the ‘shut’ button again. Mrs. Galloway hadn’t seen you from where she stood, talking animatedly with several other women, clearly on her way back to the apartment, and you swallow with pure terror.

“Take us up to my floor. We’ll get you in through the fire escape.” Bucky commands, cool and collected still, and you do as he says, hurrying to open his front door when he directs you to take his keys from his pocket.

It’s an awkward climb and dance, to get Cora through the window, then Bucky, and yourself, then all over again once you’ve gotten down to your bedroom, but you manage it, heart hammering away in your chest, you quickly show Bucky to Cora’s bedroom, helping put her under the covers before the keys in the door jingle.

You all but race back to your room, not saying anything before you shut Bucky inside, and move to greet Mrs. Galloway.

“Evening!” She calls, and you smile as calmly as you can.

“How was your knitting night?”

“Oh it was lovely to see the ladies again.” She looks you over and cocks her head.

“Belle, I have told you before, if the house is too cold, turn up the heat! You don’t need to wear your coat inside!” She scolds lightly, and you swallow, trying to play it cool.

“Right. Sorry… I forget sometimes…” You move to shrug out of the thick fabric, and hang it back on the hook.

“Is Cora in?” Mrs Galloway asks, and you nod, even as she moves to the other girl’s door, cracking it open to confirm that the redhead was, in fact, in bed.

“Lovely. I hope she had a good time at her own crafts night!” She says, shutting it again, and suddenly it becomes clear why Cora hadn’t wanted Mrs. Galloway to know… She’d lied.

Still, the success of your little mission lets you forgive her easily enough, and without much more hassle, you bid the older woman goodnight, and return to your bedroom.

Upon shutting your door, you suck in a deep breath, and close your eyes, leaning against it and attempting to let out all your stress.

“This your family?” You nearly scream at the sound of Bucky’s voice, your eyes snapping open as your hand clutches at your heart. You’d forgotten he was still here!

“Don’t—! You scared me!” You say in a hushed whisper, and he blinks up at you innocently. Your eyes travel to the framed photo in his hands and you push away from the door.

“Yes. It is.” He nods, smiling softly, but puts it back on your bedside table.

“Thank you for… for everything tonight… I don’t know what I would have done without you, and- and about the taxi’s, Cora and I will pay you—”

“—Don’t even think about it. I’d rather pay a little cash and make sure Cora got home okay than anything else happening to the two of you… besides… I owe you, for the dress I ruined…” You bow your head a little and nod.

“Well… Thank you. Really.”

“Course. If you ever need anything, you can count on me, Miss Callaghan.” He says playfully, but you know his words are genuine, know that he means it.

“Thank you, Sergeant Barnes.” You do your own take on playfulness, and Bucky chuckles, ducking his head.

“Alright. Let me know tomorrow how she is?” You nod again as he moves back to your window, carefully climbing through, and turning around as you move to him.

“I will. I’ll knock on your window.” You say, and he cocks his head.

“I’ll look forward to it. Shame we didn’t get to dance tonight.” He says, and you chortle.

“I wasn’t even thinking about it!”

“Oh… well… another time.” He shrugs, and before he can fully stand, you reach out, grabbing at his sleeve.

“Wait! Uh…” Bucky looks back at you curiously, and you decide it's either now or never. Leaning up on your tiptoes, you kiss his cheek, pulling back before too much time can pass, and find him staring at you a little wide-eyed and surprised.

“Goodnight, Bucky.” You say softly, watching as he blinks himself back to proper thought and smiles.

“Goodnight, Belle.”

—-

The next day, Cora plays the part of being a little sick rather well, and you play along with her just fine. Mrs. Galloway fusses and worries, and whips up some of her chicken and corn soup all the while cooing over the redhead’s health.

You carry the tray of soup and water, nudging open her bedroom door easily. The older woman had stepped out to fetch a hot water bottle she’d leant to a friend some time ago.

“How are you feeling?” You question, setting the tray down on her bedside table as you help her to sit, and adjust her pillows, before delivering the food to her lap.

“Better than last night… thank you, by the way…” You just shrug and take a seat on the side of her bed.

“It’s alright. I’d like to think you’d do the same for me.”

“Well, I would now.” She says, a little haughtily, but you can see through it to understand she’s only joking. You shake your head with a chuckle.

“You know… I used to think you were boring and uptight.” Cora starts, taking her spoon and stirring the steaming bowl. You frown and cock your head, hands fiddling in your lap.

“But then I saw you with Mr. Barnes last night, and I understand now. His fire escape connects to yours, right?” Your face heats up and you splutter.

“Oh! No! I mean- Yes, it does, but it's not- he’s just a friend— Not even a friend! He’s just—”

“—Oh, calm down, will you! I saw him holding your hand! And no fellow would have helped out a gal like that if he didn’t like her…” You words fall silent and you grow anxious. Cora takes a few mouthfuls of her lunch and hums happily, before fixing you with another look.

“I won’t say anything. I mean, I owe you after all… and he is quite a catch, isn’t he?” She winks, and you shake your head, groaning again.

“Cora, really, it isn’t—”

“—Belle? Cora? I’m back! I have the bottle!” Mrs. Galloway’s voice carries in from the hall, and you look back at the redhead.

“Your secret is safe with me.” She winks, and you swallow, standing as Mrs. Galloway appears at the door, a pink hot water bottle in her hands.

“I see Belle brought you your lunch, dear. Is it helping?” You excuse yourself and get your own lunch, stomach churning, but not entirely in a bad way. At least maybe Cora wouldn’t be so dismissive any more.

—-

You form a friendship after that. It’s odd, because normally you wouldn’t get along with someone who behaves the way Cora often does, but somehow it works. A lot of the time you see through her haughtiness, most of it being humorous and mocking anyway, and in turn she brings you a little more out of your shell.

While you still weren’t keen on big, boozy nights out, she’d bring you along to meet up with other girls and friends at diners and the like, and for the first time since you’d arrived in New York, you don’t quite feel so lonely.

She does somehow convince you to come out to dance, which is how you find yourself in the jazz club now, watching on as Cora and a few other girls you know dance wildly with their respective partners. It is rather fun, you’d danced a little bit with a boy Cora knew, before he’d moved on and you’d taken up your place by the bar, sipping on soda to quench your thirst.

Everything seemed to be going swell when a man sidled up besides you, a charming smile on his face, but his breath reeked of alcohol.

“Evenin’ darlin’... you here all by yourself?”

“No… My friends are just dancing.” You say stiffly, hand tightening on your glass when he seems to lean in closer.

“No boyfriend?” You swallow and glance at him, the way he leers at you, his eyes flicking toward the buttons at your chest, and you shift uncomfortably.

“Yes, actually, he’s just in the bathroom, but he’ll be back any moment.” You say, praying to god Cora would acknowledge your desperate eye contact, but she was too busy being twirled around.

“Oh, I’m sure he won’t mind if we just talk for a minute, sweetheart…” You scrunch your nose at the pet name. Only Bucky called you that, it sounded awful on the lips of any other man, and you jump a little when a hand grazes over your upper arm, up to your neck, where you try and shrug away.

“Come on, darlin’, I’m just tryna talk to you. No other fella in here is…” You want to spit that his attention wasn’t the compliment he seemed to think it was, but you can’t because you’re blinking at the familiar face that cuts through the crowd. Even though he’s not looking at you, in fact, he’s stopped by Cora, when she does look around, and then point you out, Bucky’s face splits into a wide grin, before his eyes travel to the drunkard leaning into you and his brow sets.

You swallow thickly as he makes his way over, unable to look away, even as the guy beside you keeps jabbering on, his hand roaming to try and touch your hair now when Bucky nears.

“There ya are!” He greets, reaching for you easily, smile familiar and reassuring. The drunk’s hand snaps away, and you step toward Bucky, hands finding his arms as he pretends to only notice the stranger then.

“This guy botherin’ you?”

“Nah, I was just ordering another drink…” The guy mumbles, turning away, clearly defeated, and stepping back just slightly, before slinking off entirely and you breathe a sigh of relief.

“Oh thank god…” You say, relaxing, and Bucky frowns, looking at you, and then after the drunk.

“Was he really bothering you? I’ll kick his ass…” He says, and you shake your head, giggling a little.

“He was, but you don’t have to do— What are you doing here?!” You cut off your own words, happy confusion filling you as Bucky steps aside you, to the bar, though he keeps his hand on your back.

“What do you mean? Cora said you were all going dancing, she said you’d asked her to ask me?” Your face goes warm and you look over your shoulder to where Cora grins maniacally and gives you a thumbs up. Your head whips back to Bucky.

“I- I didn’t! I didn’t ask her anything! I didn’t even know she’d asked you!” You try to explain, and Bucky nods slowly, understanding dawning on him.

“Right… I see.” He shakes his head, but smiles, nudges you in the side.

“Well, nevermind. I’m sorry I’m late.”

“It’s— It’s okay…” You reply slowly, and look away for a moment.

Bucky seems to stand back, and you turn back to him to catch his appraising gaze, your face feeling warm again when he whistles lowly, stepping close again.

“You look beautiful, Belle.”

“Thank you!” You squeak, ducking your head, and Bucky considers you for a moment more, eyes flickering over your features.

“You wanna dance?”

You let Bucky lead you to the dance floor, his hand clasped securely around yours, and you wonder if he can feel your heartbeat through his fingertips. When he spins around, his other arm encircling your back and bringing you close, you think all the air must leave your body at once. It’s loud here, the band’s lively tunes making it hard to hear or talk much, but you don’t really need to.

You release any tension and embarrassment from your body as you dance, content to just appreciate the moment while you had it, Bucky’s hands twirling and guiding you easily through each song while you laugh together. He seems to smile brightly, freely too, and you like seeing his face so clear of worry or anything else.

You also like the way he feels against you, solid and strong, his height seemingly even more than usual when you’re so close.

When the songs begin winding down to something softer, he pulls you close again and holds you there, swaying gently now. He adjusts his hold on your hand, and brings your arms in closer too. It feels intimate, and private and you’re already so warm from the dancing, you can’t tell if your face is hot or not. You get the courage, at some point, to rest your head against his shoulder, to which he responds by laying his own atop yours, and you close your eyes to savour the moment.

“You know…” When he speaks quietly his chest rumbles against yours, and you hum in reply.

“I’ve been wondering for a long time what it’d be like to hold you like this…” Your heart jumps, it leaps right out of your chest and you swallow heavily multiple times before you can bring up the courage to talk.

“You’re just saying that.” You tell him.

“I’m sure there’s plenty of gals you’d dance with before me.” He shakes his head, which you feel against your own, and your heart continues thumping.

“There’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be right now, or ever, really…” You’re too afraid that if you look at him, you’ll wake up from the dream, or he’ll disappear, so you only squeeze his hand a little, and remain quiet until the last song plays, and you’re forced apart.

Bucky walks with you and Cora home, and although the redhead chatters loudly, you feel trapped in your mind with what Bucky had said, jumping each time his hand grazes yours as you walk, until he takes it properly, secretly, and you feel as though you could take off flying right then and there.

When you arrive at your apartment building, Bucky slows as Cora continues on still, and you turn to look at him curiously. You’re taken off guard however, by the way he pulls you in, all the air leaving your lungs when his free hand brushes some of your hair back.

“This okay?” He asks, and you nod, swallowing nervously.

“Y-yes…” His lip quirks and his eyes dip to your lips.

“That’s good.” He says vaguely, before leaning in. You close your eyes in anticipation, hand squeezing subconsciously at his arm, and right when you feel his lips ghost over your own, you’re startled back by Cora’s voice.

“Not to interrupt, but we have less than four minutes until our curfew!” She calls, and you jump, checking your watch.

“Oh! Sh—” Bucky swoops in and presses his lips to your cheek.

“Let’s get you home, hmn?” He says before you can respond, pulling you along again.

He doesn’t walk you to your door, Cora not so subtly telling him Mrs. Galloway might have a fit, so you bid goodnight in the elevator, looking over your shoulder when the doors close.

You fall asleep with a pounding heart, and a smile on your face.

—-

Disaster strikes a few days after your night out.

A telegram reaches you at the post office, from your father. Apparently your mother had fallen extremely ill, and the doctor had warned that her recovery was unlikely. In a panic, you hastily pack all your things, Mrs. Galloway helping you book passage home again.

It wasn’t ideal, with your mother being sick and all, but the trip was an excuse to return home, back to normal, and you pack all your things with that in mind, though you don’t exactly have your mind made up. You miss your family, but New York had become familiar… still, you could decide that at a later time.

Bucky must have found out somehow, you hadn’t had a chance to tell him yourself, because the morning that you’re due to leave, he comes down to help you with your luggage, ignoring the look Mrs. Galloway sends him.

He doesn’t say much, staying quiet as he helps the cab driver put your things in the trunk, and when he’s done he steps back.

Cora glides in to hug you first, pretending that she wasn’t teary eyed, and makes you promise to write. Mrs. Galloway also embraces you long, and tightly, wishing you and your family all the best, and promising that if you come back, you’ll have a room.

You swallow nervously as you set your eyes on Bucky, and he steps forward again, letting you hug him. When you pull away, he holds both your hands in his and swallows thickly several times before he speaks, his brow set in a frown.

“I’ll miss you, but I want you to do what you think is best, okay?” You nod, and try to stop your wobbling lip.

“You’ll write?” You nod, and curse the tear you feel drip over your cheek. Bucky coos and releases one of your hands to wipe it away.

“Don’t cry. Be safe, alright?” You nod, and shakily let him go, turning back to the open door of the car and climbing in.

You roll the window down as Mrs. Galloway steps forward, running through a last minute checklist.

“You have your ticket?”

“Yes.”

“And your hat- oh, it’s right there. What about your passport?”

“It’s in my purse.” You tell her and she nods, finally stepping away.

“Alright dear…” She looks to the driver, who she hands a couple of dollar bills.

You wipe at your face again, watching as Bucky waves to you one last time, before turning and walking back toward the apartment building. You watch him go, burning his retreating form into your mind one last time, when he suddenly turns.

You blink, watching him in confusion and wonder as he quickly bounds back toward you, reaching you just as the driver climbs back into his seat.

“Bucky what are yo—?” You don’t get to finish your question, he just takes your face in his hands hurriedly and presses his lips to yours.

Any surprise or shock you have in you leaves when you realise this is likely your first and last chance to ever kiss him, so you lean in further, basking in the feel of his lips curling against yours, and committing every little movement to memory.

When he finally pulls back, it’s only because the car starts moving, slowly pulling out and into traffic. Bucky grabs your hand and holds it, right up until he absolutely has to let go, and you scramble in the backseat to stare out the back window, watching slowly as Bucky shrinks into the distance, blurred only by the tears in your eyes.

—-

By some miracle, three weeks after you’d arrived home, your mother’s condition had dramatically improved to the point the doctor had no choice but to announce her more or less cured. You were all relieved of course, and for the weeks following, you lived in a state of perpetual thankfulness and magnanimous graces.

Your father had hardly left your mother’s side, doting on her and performing her every wish, which by the third week, was to just let her be.

It was odd for you, returning home in urgency where nothing at all felt normal or home-like, only for that feeling to never really fade at all. You’d thought with your mother’s illness that things would of course feel different than before you’d left, but even in her good-health, you felt like a comfortable stranger in your own home.

The quiet was uncomfortable for you now, you could hardly fall asleep each evening, and you wonder when the loud, obnoxiousness of New York had started to feel more like home than the country-side. That isn’t to say you don’t love being surrounded by your family once more. Your nephew Liam had grown so much since his last photograph that Bonnie had sent you, and the boy was your pride and joy, your favourite distraction when the world became too still.

You spent your days with him while Bonnie worked. Borrowing your mother’s bicycle, you’d let him sit on the back while you rode into town, trying to find various things to do and show him. Belsloe hadn’t changed one bit to your chagrin, and you were quick to run out of interesting things.

If there were an accessible train or bus system, you’d be able to take him to another town or city, like how you and Cora would occasionally travel into Manhattan, but it was not so.

A month passes, and then two.

You dig up a plot of abandoned garden and replant it all, tending to each flower and bushel carefully, nurturing them the best you know how. Sometimes, you’d even package some up on your mother’s bicycle, and ride them into town, pretending you were on delivery. But you weren’t.

You miss your job at the florists, and Cora, and Mrs. Galloway, and Bucky. Bucky especially. Sometimes at night, when you can’t sleep, you’ll open your window and look out at the sky, wondering if maybe sometimes he does the same.

You begin craving the loud and over the top. You go with Bonnie to the dance hall several times a week, usually dragging her out to join you even when she was tired. Surrounded by folk drinking and dancing you can almost forget you’re in Ireland, and find yourself repeatedly looking toward the door, waiting for Bucky to come waltzing in.

Three months pass, and then four.

A local boy, the son of a leatherworker who’d moved nearby after the war, Sean Healy takes a shining to you. You aren’t sure why, you’d never really spoken to him before, but when he asks you to dance one night, you say yes.

He’s sweet, a kind boy, though his palms sweat quite a bit and his movements and flirtations always seem a little nervous. Bucky was always so sure of himself when he moved, or flirted, even in jest. Sean isn’t as tall or broad as Bucky either, his body a little too gangly. You don’t dance with him again after that first night, but that doesn’t stop him from asking.

Almost the whole town knew now, some of the other women even scolding you behind your back for not paying attention to him when it was clear you had no other prospects.

You sigh, and pull your cardigan tighter around your arms, bracing yourself as you begin the ascent up the small hill your house was on. You pass the huge oak, touching it fondly as you go, and look up with a frown when the front door opens and closes hurriedly.

“Belle! Belle!” Bonnie speaks in a mock whisper as she calls out to you, all but skipping up the stone pathway to meet you where you stand, beginning to open the gate.

“What?” You eye her sheer excitement suspiciously, and she takes your hand in both of her own.

“There’s a fella inside for you! He’s talkin’ to Pa!” You immediately groan and roll your eyes, pulling your hand from hers.

“I swear! That Healy boy has gone too far!”

“It’s not Sean, Belle!” Bonnie catches you by the sleeve again as you push past her, your features turning from anger to confusion.

“He’s an American!”

Your heart catches in your throat, your stomach dropping to your knees and you swear you go deaf for a moment as the world seems to freeze around you. The only thing you can hear is your heart beating rapidly in your ears, until everything seems to snap back to normal all at once.

You tear yourself away from Bonnie, racing as fast as you can up the long pathway until you reach the heavy wooden door, and all but break it down to get inside. The loud crash as the door flings against the stone wall makes any previous talk go quiet, and your eyes zero in immediately on the three people in the kitchen.

Your mother stands with her back to the sink, facing the table where your father sits in his usual place at the head. In the spot your mother would usually take beside him, is Bucky. All eyes are on you, and the moment Bucky has looked over his shoulder to find the source of the commotion, he stands abruptly, chair scraping loudly on the wooden floor.

For a moment, nothing else in the entire world exists except for the fact that Bucky is standing in your kitchen, in Ireland, three-thousand miles from where you’d left him.

“Belle.” Your name breathed out like a sigh of relief is barely audible and you can only stare at him for a moment longer before your feet carry you forward. But you stop again, blinking as your senses come back to you, and you look at your parents, and then back to him.

“Bucky… what are you… what are you doing here?!” You try to not sound too excited, and you’re too shocked to cry even, despite feeling as though you might any second.

You see Bucky swallow, and he half looks to your father, but never quite taking his eyes off of you, until your mother speaks.

“Why don’t you take a moment to say hello?”

You step out of your front door once more, Bucky following you closely, the whole moment feeling surreal. Without much intent, you begin walking slowly, Bucky shoving his hands in his pockets as you fiddle with your own in front of you.

“How have you been?” You ask, feeling odd with the formality of the question, but not feeling entirely comfortable to speak freely just yet. Bucky shrugs and nods, and when you look at him, and he at you, you both quickly look away.

“Alright. Bec and Sam got married.” You gasp softly, and coo.

“Oh, I should write her to congratulate!” You say, reaching out for the gate at the same time Bucky does.

Your hands almost touch, but you pull back, unsure and shy, and after his own moment of hesitation, he unlatches it, and you step through.

“Your uhm, home is nice. Just like you described it.” Bucky says, clearing his throat, and his accent is so stark amongst the Irish you’d gotten used to once more, it reminds you again that he was really here, in Ireland, in Belsloe.

“Thank you…”

You reach the oak once more, and Bucky stops to gaze up at it from a few feet away while you choose to begin moving directly around it slowly, kicking the grass a little as you do.

“The fresh air is nice after the trip.” He says, beginning to slowly pace as well, and you  hum, peeking at him from around the trunk.

“I thought you said you’d never get on a transport ship again?” Bucky shrugs once more, and tips his head slowly.

“Yeah… well… uh…” He trails off, and you don’t push him, swallowing your nerves as you stop walking, watching as he catches up to you and pauses.

You just look at each other for a long moment before you can look away, off to the fields and then down at your feet as you lean back against the heavy tree.

“Bucky… why are you here?” You don’t mean to sound so exasperated, but truly you were tired. Bucky shoves his hands back in his pants pockets and squints, pursing his lips as he casts his gaze around the fields, and the gardens, up to the house, before he finally lands back on you, pinning you in place as his face relaxes.

“I guess… I guess I felt like I needed to see all of this, what you always missed so much, your family… before I asked you to come back home with me.” Your heart flips and flops like a fish out of water as his words sink in, and he steps a little closer, enough that you have to tilt your head up to look at him.

“I’ve lived in New York my whole life, I know the streets and the alley and the people like the back of my hand and- and yet, the past four months you’ve been gone I’ve felt like a stranger in my own city…”

“…Belle, please come home with me.” Your breathing is shaky at best as he crowds your space slightly, hand reaching out to brush some stray curls back from your face, and then stopping to caress your cheek tenderly. His eyes are imploring, and it's now you can see clearer the bags under them, the way his facial hair is neat, but far longer than he usually wore it, the tiredness in his face.

You try to speak, but your mouth is parched, and it takes you a moment to clear the dryness.

“My-my Pa won’t let me go without a ring.” You say, eyes glued to his, unable to look away at all, even when he drops his hand from your face. You feel a fleeting sense of panic, of rejection, but when his eyes finally tear away from yours, you follow his gaze to the tiny, silver ring he holds in his pointer and thumb between you.

“You think I’d come all this way without a ring?” You blink rapidly at it, and back up at him, your emotions mixing between wanting to burst into tears, and laughing.

“Really…?” You say after a moment, still feeling as though any second you might wake up from the cruelest dream you’d ever had. Bucky’s face breaks into a smile, and he chuckles while nodding.

“Yes, really.”

“Y-you have to ask my Pa proper…”

“I know.”

“Okay…” You stare at one another, your lips quirking slightly, but you’re still far too awestruck.

Like you’re magnetised to one another, slowly Bucky leans down, eyes flickering over your face, even when you shut your eyes, your hands wrapping around his neck and his mouth slotting against yours.

This kiss, the first proper kiss you’ve shared, is calmer than the previous one. Bucky ‘s hand on your face tilts it up slightly, and you can’t help the hot tears that begin dribbling down your cheeks, even as he deepens it. His lips crash perfectly against your own, his tongue light but teasing and making you want more, but you break, pulling apart. You rest your foreheads against one another, just looking into each other’s eyes.

“M’sorry I took so long…”

“It’s okay.”

“Got one request though, darlin’.”

“Whta is it?” You can’t help the giggle that breaks your words and Bucky grins at your smile, thumbs wiping at the tears tracks, his own eyes a little red.

“We’re getting a plane home.”

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[buckyalpine]

40s Sergeant Barnes with a nurse and a Sergeant kink (and breeding and house wife kink, virginity loss). This was supposed to be a pure smutty drabble but then I got in my feelings and added some fluff and angst but I promise Bucky is still a dirty, nasty little fuck in this. Just with a sweeter ending. The one he deserves.

Listen just imagine what a cute, sexy menace Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes would be just waking up from an injury when his eyes flutter open to the pretty nurse he’s been eyeing from the day he started. You’re not a shy, dainty little thing, nope. Not at all.

You bark out orders like a drill Sergeant and one glare from you is all it takes to get everyone in line and on task without a second thought. Even his superiors are scared of you, biting their tongue when you stitch them up and send them on their way before running off to your next patient.

Bucky was in love.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes” he rasps, throwing you a charming smirk while you roll your eyes in response, shaking your head. "How'd I get so lucky, got a my little angel tendin' to me"

“I see your injury hasn’t stopped hurt that mouth of yours Sergeant" You quirk an eyebrow while he playfully huffs as you change the dressing covering a gash on his abdomen. You swab the area clean and he doesn't flinch even though you know it must burn like hell, his muscles tensed while he continues to watch you with heart eyes. "Now you know I'm not your little angel, I got 20 other men to fix up, you better be out of this bed as soon as you're all healed up"

“C’mon sugar, you're breakin' my heart" Bucky gives you a little pout with those perfect lips and you catch the twinkle in his eye as he looks over your form with complete admiration. He loved your sassy, take no shit attitude and it's taking everything in him to calm himself down so he doesn't get a hard on right there in front of you.

"You'd tell that to a cat with three legs if it was in a nurses outfit" You try your best to not give into his flirty comments and puppy eyes, knowing damn well he's a heart breaker but he makes it so difficult when he continues to woo you with his boyish charm.

He can't help but chase after you; catching the way your eyes always dart around with anxiety when his group returns from an operation, relief flooding them when you finally spot him. He loves your indifferent attitude, patting him down to make sure he's uninjured but your furrowed brows and the tiny pout on your lips give away that you're worried.

How can he just let you go. Every time you check over him, he needs you closer.

So much closer.

-

"Ms. y/l/n, Sergeant Barnes is requesting you in his tent, he says it's urgent"

You shake your head looking over at the time, quietly making your way over to the tent he's stationed at, thankful that a number of troops were sleeping so you wouldn't be seen as you quickly slip inside.

“And what hurts now” you sass with your hands on your hips seeing the soldier in perfect health, doing your best to assess him without letting him know.

"Always checkin' over me" Bucky chuckles, seeing what you're doing; his words making your cheeks heat up, "Knew you cared about me sugar"

"Well what am I doin' here" You give him an unconvincing huff, struggling to keep your voice steady, refusing to meet his eyes, keeping your gaze on his silver dog tags instead. It doesn't help that he's handsome as hell with a light dusting of scruff covering his cheeks. Bucky's never seen you flustered before and it evokes something in him, all the blood in his body rushing south seeing your fingers twitch.

All he wanted to do was kiss you but now-

“Help your Sergeant out doll” He whispers, taking another step forward till his chest brushes against yours, his hand coming to tilt your chin up, "Will you?"

You gasp feeling his hardness press against your thigh, your heart fluttering wildly as his thumb traces your lips, any semblance of control you had slipping away feeling the warmth of his skin.

“Y-yes Sergeant Barnes”

His lips press against yours, soft and sweet, a stark contrast to the way his body was screaming for him to pick you up and toss you onto his cot.

"Sweet like sugar" He lets his hands fall to your waist, pulling you flush against his body while your arms drape on top of his shoulders. You stand on your toes chasing more of his lips and he chuckles at the needy whine you let out when he pulls away for air.

Now let's say your first night together was actually quite tame. He kisses you again and you swoon when he repeatedly checks in with you before going any further. His hand slips under your skirt, letting his fingers toy with places no on else has touched. With each night, he needs you more and more until he can't hold off any longer and neither can you.

-

You sneak into his tent and this time he doesn't hesitate to undress you completely, not when he needs you bare with nothing separating you both. You feel your heart race as he lies on top of you, draping a thin sheet over himself when you shiver at the chill night air. You feel his body heat instantly warm you up, his heavy cock resting between your soaked folds.

"Are you sure, sugar?" He asks, his hand cupping your cheek and stroking your skin.

"Please Sergeant" You whisper and the way you say his title makes his cock twitch. There's something so different about you when you're in his bed, a sweet little bunny giving herself to him completely. It drives him feral with a need to make you feel good, make you cry for his cock and his cock only, to keep you nice and full of him.

You don't look twice at anyone else and here you are completely naked in his tent with your tight little virgin cunt, your legs spread open so he can put his dick in you; there was no way he was ever going to let you go.

"You tell me if it's too much, alright?" His lips tickle your neck as kisses your skin while rubbing his heavy cock through your folds, coating it in your slick, "Breathe for me"

He slips his tags into your mouth as he starts to press in, the initial sting making you bite down hard onto the metal feeling a mix of pleasure and pain. You whine at the way he stretches you open, your thighs squeezing around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders.

"Shhh, that's it love, doin' so good for me so good for your Sergeant, look how you're takin' all of me baby" He looks down to where you're both connected as he continues to slowly push himself in till hes fully sheathed inside you. He gives you time to adjust, slipping his tags out of your lips and letting his tongue lace with yours instead, his balls already throbbing with how tightly you were squeezing his cock.

"Please-Sergeant" your heels press into his ass desperate for him to move, gasping when he starts to slowly roll his hips, barely pulling out.

"I got you love-don't worry" Bucky moves as slowly as he could not wanting to hurt you, taking just as much care of you as you had with him countless of times.

But he can only keep up at that pace for so long. Your muffled whines and moans don't help the way his mind is already spiraling. His pretty little nurse all spread out just for him, taking his raw, bare cock in her soaking pussy, squeezing him so tight, he was only a few strokes from cumming.

If it were up to him he would've proposed on the spot, thinking about making love to you on your wedding night, seeing you all shy and sweet wrapped up in soft white lace. If you were his wife, he'd take you apart every which way, not giving a fuck about traditions, taking you right on the dining room table.

You'd be the prettiest little thing for him to come home to, such a good wife all dirty just for her husband. Only he'd know the way your mouth would slobber all over his cock like your life depended on it. The way you'd moan at the taste of his cum. Bucky's eyes rolled back at the thought of you with nothing but some heels and a string of pearls he'd put around your neck while he stuffed you with cum and emptied his balls in you.

"S-Sergeant-I-oh god" You whimpered feeling his cock grow harder, your pussy pulling him right back in, feeling the coil low in your belly pull tighter and tighter as he hit that spot.

Meanwhile Bucky's jaw clenched as he felt his balls pull tight to his body, the tip leaking steadily in your pussy. His mind spiraled into places he didn't think would exist before he met you, rogue thoughts he only entertained when he had his dick in his hand. The harder he fucked you the more he thought about how gorgeous you'd look with a swollen belly.

Fuck, imagine if he got you pregnant right then and there. That nurses uniform would no longer fit you. Everyone would know he knocked you up, your perfectly round tummy carrying Sergeant James Barnes' baby, breasts heavy with milk, God, he wasn't going to last-

“Gonna let your Sergeant pump you full of cum?” He pants, letting his hands grip onto your hips like his life depends on it, the wiry hair at the base of his cock rubbing against your clit.

“Yes!!” You sob, biting down onto his shoulder to keep your cries down while he continues to fuck you into oblivion. You don't understand how such filth can spew from that pink, pouty little mouth of his. "Please-please-need-youI-I'm gonna-"

"M'yours sweet girl, m'all yours, go on, cum for me love, cum on my cock, it's all yours" He gazed into your eyes, cooing at your parted lips and sweat slicked skin. It didn't take long for you to shatter around him his lips smashing against yours to swallow your moans.

"Want your cum Sergeant" You beg , desperate to have him claim you from the inside.

"Oh fuck baby, y-you can't say that, m-gonna, oh fuckkk" Your words throw Bucky right off the edge as he lets out a deep groan stilling his hips and shooting endless ropes of his spend into you. You both lay in comfortable silence, your fingers playing with his hair; his usual kempt brown locks now disheveled .

“Y’know m’gonna marry you” his scruffy cheek nuzzles into your neck as he continues to stay deep inside you as his cock softens, “after all this is over. Gonna put a ring on that finger”

His words send a different wave of emotions over you, feeling more safe than ever, clinging onto him as tightly as possible. You let a whimper slip out and he pulls away from your neck with an expression of concern.

“What is it love” Bucky coos, wiping away the tears that slip you, stroking your cheek while you bite back a sniffle.

“Do you mean it? After this is all over?” You weren't sure what Bucky would want-there was still a war going on. Anything could happen. Perhaps this was just to keep his bed warm. Something to keep him calm, you were just someone to-

"Of course sugar" Bucky presses a firm kiss to your forehead, silencing the thoughts that tried to run wild. "You're mine"

-

And of course he gets his happy ending. Because when it's all over, he gets the ring for the girl he loves. He's on one knee, proposing to you with the sweetest words. He treats you like a princess on your wedding night, making love all night long until the sun is up.

There isn't a surface in the house he's left untouched. Nothing makes him more feral than moaning for his pretty wife, constantly taking her hand and wrapping it around his cock, watching that diamond glint with each stroke.

It doesn't take long for you to feel a little squeamish, knowing all the tell tale signs.

The day you tell him he's going to be a dad is one of the happiest days of his life. There isn't a single night that goes by where he isn't nuzzling his face into your tummy, talking to your little one.

Everything was perfecttt.

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[lanabuckybarnes]

Damn bear.

18+ Minors DNI

Sgt Barnes wins you a bear at a carnival. What he doesn’t expect nor like is when you give it more attention, Bucky shows you that he’s better than the bear.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Jealous Buck, Public Oral, Stuffed bear being abused at the end (you’ll see), filthy Bucky, if there are any more let me know

It had been a fantastic day, the sun shining high in the sky and laughter bubbling from you both. Now as the moon began to rise the carnival had a whole different atmosphere. The big wheel and the rides surrounding it had lit brightly at the first sight of darkness, the stalls had done the same.

It couldn’t have been more romantic if you tried. Bucky slung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close as he weaved through the crowds of people, eventually you two landed at the ball toss game.

“How much?” Bucky asked, glancing back at you with a confident grin.

“$1 for three shots sir” the older gentleman behind the counter spoke, reaching out his hand to let Bucky place a crumpled note in it.

Bucky threw the shots with ease, hitting every target bang on, much to the man’s dismay.

He’d let you pick your favourite bear, a blue one, one that matched the colours of his eyes. Grasping your hand he pulled you along beside him again, eventually finding a small space between the carnival rides.

He placed a kiss to your head, holding you close to him “you like it?” He asks, tapping the bears head with a long finger. You hummed in response with a nod, your eyes continuing to look over the bears features. Bucky pouted slightly, a slight twinge of something burning in his stomach.

He found it a little ridiculous that he was jealous of a bear but your eyes should’ve been on him, not an inferior stuffed toy. Suddenly he was intent on making you realise he was all you need.

His hand tilted your chin up to face him and he leaned in, sealing your lips in a passionate kiss that took you by surprise.

“Buck!” You squeaked once he let your mouth go, trailing his lips down your neck instead.

“Hmm” he hummed, sucking a small mark on your pulse point as his hands wandered places they shouldn’t have been “Need you”.

“Buck not here, people will notice” you gasped as his thumbs looped around the waistband of your panties, pulling them to your ankles.

“You better be quiet then” he chuckled with a wiggle of his brows; pecking your lips again before taking off his military hat and placing it on your head gently “keep that safe for me” he flashed you a lopsided grin and then he was on his knees.

He pushed your dress up to your waist and kissed up your thigh until he reached your mound. His eyes flickered up to yours as he watched you bite your lip in anticipation, watching him sneak closer to your warmth… then he moved, kissing down your other leg.

You tried your best to hold the whine from falling from your lips at his teasing, desperately trying to make it look like you weren’t craving this as much as he was but the way your hips jerked as he avoided your pussy, betrayed how you felt.

“Aww sweetness, look at you” his hands shifted your thighs apart slightly, eyes boring between them at the slick that had pooled and slipped from your folds “so fucking desperate” he growled planting one last kiss, right on your pubic bone before latching his mouth onto you like a starved man.

He worked fast, his tongue focusing on your little clit while a finger slipped between your folds, fucking you quickly. You moaned against the bears fluffy head, gripping it tightly against your mouth in a desperate attempt at muffling your moans.

Bucky groaned against you when his eyes looked up at you; the way your eyes watched him pleadingly, that fucking bear over your mouth, but what got him really riled was the way his cap hung loosely on your head. The thought of you wearing it around had him feral, the thought of other men trying to get a glimpse of you only to see his hat firmly planted on top of your head and your legs wobbling while you walked. He briefly considered walking around with your slick still glistening on his face, everyone would know he’d made you like that, so wobbly and unable to stand because of his mouth. He smiled against you as he pushed a second finger in, curling them against your sweet spot. That bear could never do that could he?

You eyes flickered over to the crowd of people just at the other end of the alley, they were getting closer and closer, you didn’t doubt if they weren’t so engrossed in one another and looked around they’d see your fucked out face as Bucky’s tongue delved deep into places it should only be in behind closed doors. A fresh flow of warmth ran down you at the thought of being caught, that knotting in your stomach that had been building up was gradually becoming too much.

“You close?” Bucky groaned against you, fingers now doubling their effort. You nodded wildly, his cap almost falling from your head but you caught it quickly, in the process of catching it you jerked forward and your clit graced against Bucky’s teeth. It was enough to send your orgasm crashing down hard.

One of your hands gripped at the stuffed bear while the other pushed Bucky closer towards you, riding your orgasm out on his face.

“You alright?” He asked once he stood up to full height again, his thumb running over your cheek softly, you could only nod and roll your head back against the metal of the ride behind you, your body still raking with aftershocks of your orgasm.

His smile was smug as his fingers wrapped around the bear he’d won for you, pulling it from your lips and kissing you softly, arousal swelled in his own belly when you moaned at the taste of yourself. What you hadn’t expected was him to trail the soft toy down to your heat and wipe it along your soaked folds, the cold plastic nose grazing your over sensitive nub causing you to jerk harshly.

“Fucking bear, he couldn’t eat you out like that could he?” Bucky smirked against your mouth, kissing you again before helping you pull up your panties.

With his hand interlocked with yours you left the alley, his hat still on your head and the hints of your juices against his lips. The bear, which you found out was the reason for him pulling such an orgasm from you, lay discarded in the alley. The only bear you’d ever need was Bucky.

-

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Trust In What Tomorrow Brings - Co-written with @notafunkiller

Summary: After your first date with Bucky Barnes, you two spend some time alone in your apartment. That's when you realize you actually want to keep him.

Pairing: 40s Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI, second encounter, teasing, pet names, sir and sergeant kink, a tiny bit of mommy kink, mentions of past relationships, mentions of trauma, protected and unprotected sex, praising dirty talking mixture, dry humping, ripped clothing, face riding, blowjob, rough sex, multiple orgasms, light punishment, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 11.9K

A/N: This is technically a second chapter to You’re My Desire but you don't need to read the first chapter to understand what's going on since this is their second date. We actually planned it as a one-shot but somehow 40s Bucky and this universe didn't want us to be done. So here we are with a sequel. We kinda went overboard with it because we just want Bucky to have a little bit of a good time in the middle of the war.

Please give my lovely co-writer @notafunkiller a follow. She's a great writer and a talented creator in general.

All work is ours, please do not repost or translate without our permission.

Every like, comment, and reblog is highly appreciated. Don’t hesitate to message us. Unless it’s hate. That’s never welcome.

Read more tag starts after the fourth paragraph of the story.

You may wanna read You're My Desire first

"This is absolutely crazy. They are all yours?" Bucky's fascinated smile is so cute that you smile, too.

“Oh yeah, I have been collecting books for a long time.”

"What's this?" He takes a book with a white cover that had no title or author written on it and analyzes it carefully.

“No, no, no.” You immediately try to take it back. “That’s not for your eyes, mister.”

"What?" Bucky snorts. "Is that your diary or what?"

“No, it’s not my diary.” You try to take the book back again, but you're not successful.

"Then why not?" He is even more curious now, turning his back a little to you to open it. "Even a dedication, huh? Is it from an old lover?" 

“No, it’s not. Come on, give it back.”

He sighs, not wanting to push you and hands you the book. "Okay, sorry."

You didn’t expect him to give up this easily. His consideration makes you wanna share a little bit more with him. So you open up a page and show him.

“This is why you aren’t supposed to see this.”

He was careful not to hurt her as he pushed her.

Her skin was so soft under his touch that nothing matters anymore.

"Oh god," Bucky covers his mouth. "Is the whole book like this, doll?"

“Pretty much.” You giggle a little, amused by his cute reaction.

"Wanna read it to me?" He winks.

“You can read it yourself if you wanna learn a thing or two.”

"Excuse you?" Bucky raises his eyebrow. "Are you questioning my skills now?"

You throw your head back, laughing, and Bucky crosses his arms with a frown as he watches you.

“I’m teasing you.”

"Sure." He puffs. He knows you have experience, but what if he doesn't keep up to your expectations?

“I’m really teasing you. Half of the things they do sound unrealistic.”

"Give me an example." His voice is somehow a little vulnerable.

You take a big breath, already regretting this. “Let’s see: having sex underwater like crazy. The girl is… wet for hours. They are going at it all night, and the guy comes several times in a row.”

Bucky snorts, coming closer to you. "Does he have the super super serum? Because that's not biologically possible."

“That’s exactly what I meant.“

"Yet you still read them. Who wrote this?"

“There aren’t many options when it comes to these kinds of books. The author is not written as you can see.” 

"How do you find them though?" He's genuinely curious.

“Mostly we borrow from each other. This one is my favorite so I bought a copy.”

"We? Who's we?"

“Girls. Exchanging books.”

Bucky's eyes glow all of a sudden. "Like a book club?"

“Yeah, like a book club.” You can’t help but smile at how excited he is.

"Oh god. Is it only for girls?" He tries to calm down a little, but this is so interesting he can't control himself. 

Your smile turns into a full laugh. “You wanna read erotic books with girls?”

Bucky groans embarrassed as he covers his face. "No, of course not. I was just wondering. I can read erotic books with my girl."

“Your girl?” You raise your right eyebrow playfully.

"Aren't you?" He drops the hand from his face to grab yours.

“It depends on you.” You really wanna kiss him, but you hold yourself back.

Bucky surprises you by grabbing your ass and pulling you into him. Your book falls on the floor, but neither of you cares as he kisses you gently. "Want to be my girl, doll?"

“Yes, yes.”

"Are you sure? I can't make love to you the whole night," Bucky says amused.

You laugh. “I don’t think I would survive that even if you could.”

He joins you in laughter. "I'd probably die mid-thrust."

“You know what, though?”

"What?"

“I didn’t think having sex against the wall was realistic. You know, carrying the other person the whole time while thrusting. I thought that no more than 2 or 3 minutes could be possible, but you proved me wrong.”

Bucky looks at her surprised. "Really?"

“Yeah, really. I still don’t know how you did that.”

"I just held you. I'm a soldier." He brushes it off. "Maybe your... friends need to exercise more."

“My friends?” You repeat in a joking manner.

"Special friends."

“I don’t have any special friends.”

"Doll," he groans. "You know what I mean."

“I know and I never had any special friends.”

Bucky sighs. "Your previous... partners."

“I just had one partner, and he wasn’t a special friend. He was my fiancé.”

"Oh?" He feels like a total fool for assuming that. The word engagement, though… That burns a hole in his stomach. "Your fiance? What happened?" 

“He got drafted, and then I found out he was cheating on me. So I broke off the engagement.”

Bucky can't believe it. How could he do that? "Wow, I'm sorry. I have no idea what to say. When did it happen?"

“Over a year ago.” You offer a little more information with a bitter smile. You're glad you found out then. It would have been a mess if you had gotten married before that. “It’s okay. You already said more than he ever did.”

"I..." Bucky takes a step back. You're probably still in pain. Maybe even in love or regretting what could have been. He doesn't know how to process this. "I'm sorry once again."

“It’s okay.” You shrug. “And look, I know what kind of impression I gave you on that first date. So if you don’t believe I only had one partner before, I understand it.”

"That's not... I frankly don't care how many partners you had. That is the last thing I'd ever care about. What we did was to follow our needs." He sighs. "But I want to know what you really want us to be. Because I am not sure I would be the right guy to mend your heart only."

He wants a whole lot more.

“I am not expecting you to mend my heart, Bucky.”

"You talked about pain," he says naively.

“Pain that happened in the past. I’m not in pain anymore.”

"Oh." He slaps his forehead. "I'm sorry. I misunderstood, I guess. I was surprised because we have a connection and I felt like you liked me back, so hearing that you suffer..." Bucky's eyes soften. "He's an idiot. He never deserved you. A coward and a horrible man. I am sorry you had to go through this."

You wrap your arms around his neck. “You think we have a connection, huh?” You ignore the rest. You don’t wanna think about the past anymore.

"I hope you feel it, too." He sounds so shy and vulnerable you can't help yourself but smile.

“You are in my apartment all alone. What do you think?”

"I think we should dance."

“Dance?” You are surprised by his sudden suggestion.

"Yes. I mean, I am not a great dancer, but I’m decent enough. Can we?"

“Yeah, of course. We should put some music on first.”

"You have a record player?! He doesn't even try to hide his shock and excitement anymore, so you grab him by his hand and drag him toward your record player. 

You watch him staring at the big pile of records on the table.

“I have my apartment now, so I can spend my money on books, records, and stuff to cook.”

"Can you adopt me?" He jokes, without taking his eyes off your record player. "Wanna be my mommy? You can be my special young mama."

“Oh?” You try really hard not to smile, a little confused. “How does that work?”

"How do you think it works?" He's not even trying to sound seductive, but he still does. You have to take a deep breath, trying to keep your excitement down.

“I really don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?”

"Hmm, maybe another time. How about we dance?"

“Okay,” you say and you start to go through your records until you find Frank Sinatra. You put the record on and manage to find There Are Such Things really quickly.

"I love this one! You have a treasure here, doll." You extend your hand out and wait for him to take it so you two can start dancing. "Wanna sway with me, ma'am?" He finally takes your hand and brings you closer.

“I would love that.”

You're not surprised he's a good dancer. You expected this to be honest. But his goofiness, his funny faces, the way his voice feels so pleasant as he sings the lyrics… You feel shy to sing along when he's such a good singer, so you only hum against his chest.

He is warm and strong under your touch. It makes you remember the time you were much closer than this. You wondered what got into you that day, why you acted the way you did. He’s just intoxicating, and you would totally do it all over again.

"What are you thinking about?” He looks at you. “You seem distracted. Wanna do something else?"

His voice takes you back to reality. You are ashamed to admit you were thinking about sex, so you snuggle against his chest.

“No. Let’s keep dancing.”

"Only if you tell me what got you so distracted." You feel his lips on your head as he speaks.

“Your touch.” You try to be honest but also not expose yourself completely.

"What about it? Already tired of it?" You know he does it intentionally. He's so easy to read at this point.

“Yeah, so tired of it, that’s why I wanna keep dancing.” You try to surpass the urge to smile.

Bucky snorts, unable to contain himself. "All types of dancing?"

“How many types of dancing do you know, Sergeant?”

"One that you know for sure, too. We practiced it before." The change of tone is so obvious, and his hands fully wrap around your hips, pushing you more against him. He's so hard.

You look up, not moving away from his chest when you realize you aren’t the only one thinking about sex just because you are dancing. It’s a relief.

“I thought we were doing a regular dance,” you say, but the smile on your lips is giving away your actual feelings about this situation.

"Isn't this regular?"

"If you want it to be."

"Sounds good to me."

"Where should we dance, though? Kitchen? Bedroom? Here? Bathroom?" You start to laugh. He’s such an idiot. "Floor?" He joins you and starts to laugh as well.

“Floor?” You frown. “I think we deserve a bed this time.”

"I was teasing you," He lifts your chin to kiss you properly. "Thought you liked it rough."

“It can be rough in bed.”

He groans at the thought of taking you hard in a soft bed. "I might break it, doll."

“I bet you could.”

"Is that a challenge?" You love the subtle tone in his voice.

“No, it’s a prediction.”

And just like that you finally realize the music has stopped, only the sound of the needle-moving breaking the silence.

"Should we, uhm, play another or…?" He asks curiously, letting you go.

“We can, but I am a little hungry. We can listen while eating, and you can choose the time. How does that sound?”

Bucky's eyes widen. "That's perfect."

*

"I love this. Where did you get it from?" He's playing with the bracelet you're wearing as he eats another strawberry, laying on the couch next to you. It feels so natural, like you did this a million times before, yet still exciting.

“Oh, this?” You move your arm a little, but not away from him. “It belonged to my grandmother.”

"It's so beautiful, a perfect fit for you."

“She told me my grandfather gifted this when they got engaged.”

"Rich." He can't help himself but comment. "Sorry, I mean it's really beautiful, but also kind of expensive. He must have loved her very much." Then he places a small kiss on your wrist, right below your bracelet. 

You laugh a little. “How do you think I could afford all this stuff?”

Bucky clears his throat, nervous. "You have a point, I just don't think about money. I don't come from a rich family."

“If you were, you wouldn’t be fighting in this war.” Your tone is suddenly more serious than you intended.

"So you don't mind going out with a nobody?" He sighs, just as serious.

“You are not nobody. Not to me!” You caress his cheek. “You are James Bucky Barnes.”

He melts under your touch immediately. He doesn't remember the last time he felt this type of warmth.

"You're so sweet."

“Wait. Does this mean…” You aren’t sure how to ask, but his comments about being rich remind you of the conversation you had not long ago. “The adopting or mommy thing you said. Does it mean this?”

He laughs so hard you can't believe it. Did you misunderstand? Is it not what it really means?

"I don't know, mama. What do you think that means?"

“Oh, come on! I have no idea and you know it!”

"I think you do."

“Nope. Not at all. Maybe you just want kids. That would make me a mama, right?”

"Hmm." Suddenly he’s distracted by that idea. He's simply too busy imagining his come dripping out of you to give you a proper answer, making you even more curious. 

“You are such a tease,” you grumble.

"What does that mean?"

“What do you think that means?” You mimic his question.

Bucky taps his thigh and smiles. "Come here. You can ask me anything." You look at his thighs and then back into his eyes, biting your lip. That offer is so appealing. "I thought you trusted my strength."

“Oh, I do.” You move a bit closer, but not on his lap. “I am just not trusting myself.”

He gasps, bringing you closer himself. "Fuck, why?"

“You know the answer to this one.” You remark cheekly.

"No, I really don't."

“You are lying, mister. You know what I mean when I say I don’t trust myself.” You move your legs, trying to find a comfortable position.

"I don't know exactly what you mean."

“You might find out later then.”

He groans, moving his hands to your breasts, unsure. "I wanna know now."

“I'll tell you only if you promise me that you'll explain the mom thing.” You like how distracted he looks, so you keep leaning in.

"You're a mommy right now."

“And what does that actually mean?”

He's too focused on your breasts to even hear you. "Fuck, look at those hard little things." He can't help but pinch one of your nipples.

“Bucky!”

"So squishy." He's so fascinated as he squeezes the other breast eagerly. He's like a distracted child.

You move a little bit back, so he can’t touch them. "No!" He immediately complains, reaching out to touch them again. "How dare you!"

“No answer, no touching.”

He lifts his head and gives you the most betrayed look you've ever seen. His eyes are almost glossy. "You can't take them away."

“I can actually.” You move a little bit more. “See? They come wherever I go.”

Bucky gasps, wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing you closer. "Don't you dare!"

“You are so dramatic.” You laugh while hugging him back.

"I am not." He pouts, burying his face into your boobs again. 

“You are.” You move your hips just a little while still hugging him.

"What are you doing?"

“Nothing.”

"Nothing?" He moves his hips, too.

You make a sound you don’t expect but try to act like it didn’t happen. “Yeah, nothing.”

"Fuck me," he whispers to himself before taking your nipple in his mouth through the blouse. He wants to make you moan like that again. He needs to.

“Jesus, Bucky!”

"I'm your Jesus now?" He asks teasingly, switching to the other nipple.

“You can be my God if you keep doing that.” Shit, where did this response come from? He brings out a part of you that you didn’t know it even existed.

"You can't say this." He cries out unexpectedly, still licking you through your blouse. "You can't."

“Why?” It comes out like a whine.

"It's too much."

“You are too much.”

His hands grab the edge of your blouse without warning, but before he can rip it off, you slap his arms. 

“You can just take things off without ripping them, you know?” You take the top off yourself, showing him how it’s done. “See, it’s not that hard.”

He ignores your comment and doesn't even warn you before grabbing your boobs and squeezing them together. "Missed you." Then he brings his head right between them, snuggling. You can’t help but laugh. "What's so funny?"

“You are. Look at you.”

"Can't look at me. I'm looking at something better." He licks the valley between your breasts without letting them go, and you curse under your breath. "Gonna take them away from me again?" He lets his tongue get to your right breast, and you feel his teeth dangerously close to your nipple now, making you moan.

“I think I should shut my mouth. I’m boosting your ego way too much.” You play because he’s boosting your ego, too. 

"You can shut my mouth, baby. Anytime."

“Shut your mouth how?” You bring your hands over his mouth. “Like this?”

He bites your fingers in response. "Nope. Try again."

You move your hand to his neck and put a little pressure. “Maybe like this?”

He lets out the lowest moan you've ever heard from his mouth, closing his eyes. "Oh."

“Am I getting closer?” You ask. His eyes are so dark when he opens them, you're shocked. “Or did you mean something else?” You whisper right into his ear.

"Ihm. I did, can you guess?" He tries to distract himself before he can think about how much he enjoyed your grip on his neck. 

“I’m out of ideas,” you say, making him drop his hand to your skirt. His fingers are playing with the edge of it. You can feel the implication of him wanting to take your skirt off. “You want me to… Shut you up with… Like that?”

"Imagine it." He closes his eyes, palming you over your underwear. "You'd be able to control the movements more." 

“Did you… try this before? I don’t wanna hurt you.”

"You think you can hurt me?" He sounds so offended. "Oh, hell no. We should do this right now and I'll show you."

“Of course, I can hurt you. I could crush you!”

He looks at you amused. "Can't wait. Now come here and don't you dare hold back or you'll get a punishment. Got it?"

“Punishment?” Your eyes widen upon hearing that word. You aren’t sure if it’s scary or exciting. Could be both.

"I don't mean hurting you." He realizes immediately how this sounded. "I mean... spanking lightly."

“Oh, that kind of punishment.” You get a bit more relaxed, but your heart is beating fast. You move yourself where he wants you, but it feels so wrong. “I am afraid I might suffocate you.”

Bucky wants to protest immediately, but he stops himself. He knows you only need reassurance.

"How about we have a sign? If I tap three times on the couch, we stop. How about that?"

“Tap on me. Doesn’t matter where. Just on me, so I can feel it immediately.”

He nods, all melted. "Okay, now please don't hover." He gently orders.

“Tell me if I do anything wrong.” 

You lower yourself on his face while trying to gather your skirt up for him.

"Can I rip it off or not?"

“You can. I knew you were gonna ask that, so I wore something I don’t like much.”

"Skirt too?" 

“No. Not the skirt because I can take it off easily.” You unzip the skirt and take it off your head. “See?”

"Shame..," he says disappointed before finally ripping your underwear off with only one hand. "Finally!"

“You are a savage, Sergeant Barnes.”

"And I think you love that."

“Very much.” You lower yourself on his face, practically shutting him up like he wanted. He doesn't disappoint as he moans against you, making sure you're not hovering before pushing his tongue inside you. “Oh my god!” You yelp when you feel his warm tongue for the first time.

He can't answer as he's too busy eating you, but you feel his hands squeezing your skin harder. You spread your legs even further to feel his tongue better. It feels so good that you have a hard time keeping your voice down.

"Good girl." His praise goes directly to your core, and you curse under your breath, thinking you won’t last long. He can't help himself but bring one of his hands to your clit, hesitating.

“Just your tongue.” You request while moaning, and he agrees wordlessly.

You start to move your hips back and forth, trying not to go overboard and Bucky seems to love it, groaning louder against you, moving his tongue. As it gets more delightful, you have a hard time balancing yourself, so you grab onto his hair with one hand.

"Fuck!" He takes his mouth off just to curse. "Pull as hard as you want."

You pull his hair a little bit more before he puts his mouth back on you, just to see his reaction.

"Jesus, I'm..." he's so hard and excited that he's already started to leak. "I'm gonna make a mess on your couch."

“I’m already making a mess on my couch.” You are dripping wet, and he’s worried about making the mess. He’s so cute, especially when he’s laying down to please you like this.

"Keep bouncing, baby," he demands, then in no time, his tongue is flat, ready to be used by you, and you don’t hesitate.

You hold onto his hair with your right hand as you ride his tongue. You don't even realize how hard you pull until you hear his moans, encouraging you to keep going. He's clearly not suffocating, and you don’t realize how fast you are moving your hips, either. Not until you explode on his face, moaning mindlessly while trying to keep your shaking legs moving until you are done coming.

What surprises you the whole time is how he doesn't stop using his tongue until you finish, trying to hold you in place so he can give you more pleasure. You move yourself back a little after you are done, sitting on his chest and trying to catch your breath. You feel like a mess. 

"How was it?" He doesn't move as he asks you that, only wiping his face with the back of his left hand.

“Earth-shattering. Wow.”

He snorts before licking his fingers right under your eyes. "Gonna listen to me next time?"

“Yes, sir,” you jokingly say, feeling boneless but still needing more.

"No." His answer comes more like a groan than an affirmation. "You can't… call me sir."

“Why not, sir?”

"God, it sounds so... great." He doesn't know what else to say, covering his face shily.

“Did I just discover something about you or did you already know this?” You finally move away from his chest, leaning down to kiss him.

"It's something new."

“What about Sargeant? That you must have known.” You move your lips to his cheek, just making them brush his skin.

"Come on. Kiss me." He complains.

“Ask nicely.”

"Please?"

You finally kiss him on the cheek. "You are so pretty when you beg." Then you move your lips to his jaw and neck.

"You are even prettier when you listen." 

"Am I? What if I don't listen?"

He brings his hand to your neck. "You're a bad, bad girl. And bad girls get punished." He smiles.

"I never got punished in bed before."

He smiles. "What would you want to try? Spanking as I suggested before?"

"You are giving the orders, remember? Not me."

Bucky raises his eyebrow. "You mean you pretend I'm giving the orders."

"Maybe I want you to give the orders, not just pretend." He squeezes the sides of the neck.

"You can try whatever you wanna try. You can give orders, just stop whenever I say stop."

"Deal.”

*

It feels strange to have him in your bedroom, truth be told. Especially watching him getting rid of his underwear and socks this close to you. His hair bounces with every move, so you can't help but giggle. And he looks so good. Really good, especially under proper lighting.

It’s not the first time you are seeing him half-naked, but you definitely didn’t get a good look while having a quickie in a dark alley. His body looks toned, strong, and capable. You are dying to feel his touch, but you stand still, waiting for him to come to you.

"How many taps when you want me to stop?"

“Three.”

"Good." He smiles assuringly before slowly spreading your legs further. "You're so cute waiting for me."

“Just cute?”

He shakes his head, finally positioning himself at your entrance. His eyes are stuck on you: your hair, face, neck, chest. "You're sweet too," he teases, pushing inside you.

“Fuck.” You moan silently. It feels so good to feel him inside you again. “Sweet? Anything else?” You voice comes out so breathy.

"Smart. Nerdy." He leans in, putting more of his weight onto his elbows. "Beautiful. Brave. Loud and adorable."

“Brave?” You look confused while biting your bottom lip, trying not to make a loud sound.

"Aren't you?" He smiles, starting to thrust a little faster, but not enough to make it impossible to speak. At least for now. "Brave to move on from a failed engagement. Brave to live with your friend here. Brave to accept our date. Brave to test me." His laugh is so contagious.

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. “You think I tested you?” Your lips are inches away from his.

"I know you did." He kisses you, not waiting for you to do it as he lifts one of your legs on his shoulder. "At the fair." He sounds out of breath this time, his thrusts hitting a little deeper.

You wanna say you didn’t, that it wasn’t a test. It is something that happened, and you don’t regret it, but instead, a loud moan escapes your mouth. The angle change fills you with a different kind of pleasure. 

"What a responsive doll you are." He smiles against your neck. "So perfect for me." You pull your legs, spreading your legs even further to give him more space to move. It makes his thrusts feel even better somehow. "Jesus, this is..." He's trying to find the perfect words to describe how he feels, but there are none. "Heaven."

“Oh, god!” It’s hard to keep your voice down when he latches onto the closest nipple, Whatever he’s doing with that tongue, it helps you to feel better down there. It’s driving you closer to your release.

"I'm your god now?" He jokes, stopping the sucking for a few seconds just to tease you.

“Yes! Yes, you are. Keep doing that and I will worship you later.”

He doesn't just continue lick and suck on your breast, he also starts thrusting deeper than before. The sound of the bed moving is even more obvious now. There is no way your neighbors don't know what is happening. 

“Shit!” It’s so hard not to curse when he’s pounding like that, hitting all the right spots. “I’m so close,” you whisper, trying to keep your voice down. “Just keep going, don’t change anything.” 

"Just like this?" He asks, keeping the same pace as you asked. "Are you going to be good and enjoy yourself?"

“You have no idea…” You try to collect yourself to form a sentence. “How good I feel right now.”

"I do," he says breathlessly before letting his teeth and tongue mark your neck. The pain you feel somehow enhances the pleasure, and you suddenly find yourself throwing your head back, shutting your eyes, and moaning his name over and over again. You’re coming so hard. "I feel like... Doll, please, say my name again."

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky.” It’s all you wanna say anyway. “Please, don’t stop. Please!” You have no idea why you’re begging. You know he won’t stop, yet you still wanna do it. You still wanna beg him not to stop. It feels that good, that precious.

"Never." He manages to answer you between moans. "I'd rather die."

“Oh god, I think I…” Pleasure keeps hitting you in waves. “I might be dying myself.” You never had an orgasm this long. Your whole body is tensed up. You can actually hear your ears ringing.

"Gonna come for you, pretty doll." He bites your neck on another spot.

“Please, please.” It’s like you forgot all the other words. You watch him through a haze how he reaches his orgasm, saying your name like a whisper as he suddenly stays still inside you.

After he finishes, you close the distance and give him a big kiss. Sloppy and loving. It feels like you are thanking him for all the pleasure he’s just given you.

"Hi." He smiles. "Are you good?"

“God! I feel like I am still on the clouds.” You caress his face, carefully admiring his features. “What about you?”

He smiles. "I'm in heaven."

“Does it always feel this good?” The words come out of your mouth unintentionally. You really didn’t mean to ask that out loud. It was just a thought. “I mean, I don’t know what you are doing different to make it feel so good. I didn’t experience this before.” You keep rambling, trying to explain yourself. “So I wonder if it is supposed to feel this good all the time. But I’m not trying to question your past or anything. Don’t get me wrong.” You would keep talking if he didn’t cut you off.

"Breathe, baby. No, it doesn't feel like this with everyone else because you don't always have a connection. I am so glad to hear I made you happy." He smiles like a fool.

You cover your face with your hands. “I shouldn’t have asked that, I am sorry. It feels like it’s something you keep to yourself.” 

"What? No. Ask me and I'll answer."

You finally take your hands off your face.

“Okay. I have another question then.” He’s still inside you. and you can feel him getting hard again. “Is it normal that you are already getting hard inside me this quickly?”

He groans. "Told you, you felt amazing."

“That’s not my question, though. Is this normal for you? You always get hard this quickly after coming?” You insist because you wanna know. You have a feeling there’s something different about him, and you wanna prove it to him. 

He has no idea about your intention, though. He’s worried that he’s hurting you, so in a few seconds, he quickly gets out of you. 

"Sorry. I didn't want to hurt you." He raises from the bed, taking off the used condom as he walks to the nightstand. "And yes, I do become hard like this. Why?"

“You didn’t hurt me.” You want to quickly clear that up. “And you know it takes at least half an hour for other men, right? That’s not… how it normally works.”

Bucky laughs. "They haven't met you."

“I’m talking from experience this time. In this case, they met me. This has nothing to do with me.”

He rolls the second condom on as he speaks. "Maybe I'm a lucky man."

“Okay, you are ignoring too many signs. I have to prove it to you. Bring me that small mirror.” 

Bucky starts laughing, but he does what you ask him to, then coming back.. "What are you gonna do, huh?"

You sit on his lap, and just like that he’s back inside you.

“Welcome back.” You joke with a smile. “Now gimme the mirror.” He hands it over, and without explaining anything, you lean down, gently licking and sucking on a certain spot. 

Bucky tries desperately not to thrust his hips. After a while, you start to bite his neckless gently, which makes you feel a little guilty.

He doesn't seem to mind though. Quite the contrary. "You can bite harder.”

“Hmm…” If he doesn’t mind, you don’t mind biting harder either. So you do it again, dragging the skin with your teeth. “God, you’re so delicious.”

His hands find their way to your breasts, making sure not to grab them too hard. You bite the same spot again, fand a red spot is already forming.

"Little artist," he says when you reach for the mirror, turning it to him so he can see his neck. It’s clearly dark red. "See? You gave me a hickey. Congrats, baby." He smiles proudly and kisses your cheek.

“Let’s see how long it will take you to heal.”

Bucky rolls his eyes. "I just have a ticker skin, baby. Now come on, please, do something. Why are you torturing me?"

“I’m a small, adorable girl. I don’t know how I am supposed to move.” You are fully lying, and he knows it. So he decides to play your game.

"Bounce a little. Up and down."

You act like you are trying and failing. “Like this?”

Bucky shakes his head. "Try again. Change the angle a bit."

“Oh, come on, Bucky.” You whine. You love and hate how he quickly catches up to whatever you try to do.

"You should be a good little girl and try it yourself."

“Fine.” You frown and start moving for real this time, and he immediately wraps his arms properly around your waist.

"What's wrong?" 

“I was teasing you, so you would get tired of it and take control.”

He smiles. "I know."

In response, you punch him in his shoulder. “Then why didn’t you?”

"Why would I give you what you want now?" His voice drops lower. "Wanna push your limits."

“My limits?” You repeat as he brushes your nipples. “You wanna torture me? Make me desperate? Is that what it is?”

Bucky smiles, getting his lips close to yours again, but before he can kiss you, he takes you by the back of the head and moves you. You whine when he gets out of you.

“Bucky! What the fuck?”

"I need you to trust me, okay?" He tries to help get on all fours as he speaks. You nod in agreement. "Need your ass a little higher."

“My ass?” You sound a little afraid. You are definitely not ready for that if that’s his intention.

"Yes." He doesn't notice the change in your tone right away. "Promise I don't- oh, I don't plan on doing anything like that I promise. Just trust me."

You take a deep breath of relief. “Okay.”

"Put your weight on your elbows, okay?" You do as he asks. You switch the weight, putting your head down while your ass goes higher. "Do you feel comfortable?" 

“It’s a little weird, but not uncomfortable.”

"Ready?"

“Yes!” You sound impatient, and he quickly pushes inside you. Not too much, afraid he might hurt you in any way.  It must feel way deeper like this, and he doesn't want to risk it.

"God," he finds himself moaning. "You feel so good." You can’t respond to him though. All you can do is just moan. It feels incredible. "All good?"

“Yeah.” Your voice feels a little different. Raspy. “You can move.”

Bucky lets out a deep breath before finally trying out a few slow thrusts. "How does it feel?"

“Good. Really good.” It’s like your vocabulary disappears when you two have sex. It’s hard to form sentences or express yourself.

"How about this?" He asks while moving much faster. It's something about this angle that gives him more room to use his strength.

“Jesus Christ!” You mumble. How can it feel this good?

"I don't think I can last as long as before." He groans as he watches you shiver under him. The way you sound like this, your position, the way you feel... He's on another planet.

“I don’t think you have to.” It’s unbelievable how close you are. It’s normally not that easy for you, but things are different when you are with him.

He keeps the same pace, focusing on your moans and the sound of your skin slapping. His mouth somehow manages to find your shoulder and he licks the same spot for a few seconds, making you shiver. "So sweet for me."

Even though you love how he is licking and talking into you ear, him leaning in changes the angle and the pace. It’s not as rough as it was before, and you find yourself moving your hips back, trying to get more friction.

"Look at that." He smiles against your shoulder, sounding fascinated. "Someone is unhappy with my services."

“Not unhappy.” You definitely aren’t. “It’s just… my hips don’t listen to me anymore.”

"Oh, no," Bucky comments amused before getting back to his initial position. "Your poor hips."

You know he isn’t mocking you for real but something about it irritates you. So you stop moving your hips. “Better?”

He lifts his eyebrow even though he knows you can't see him. "Hmm." You suddenly feel a slap on your ass. You make a sound that can only be described as a half moan half yelp.

"What was that?" Another spank follows. This time you’re moaning when the burning feeling spreads on your ass cheek completely. You feel the urge to move your hips again, but you refrain yourself.

"Look at you, bratty little cat. You're getting wetter because of this." He's so excited as he rubs your cheeks with both of his hands, but you can do this later. He's too close. You are, too. And just like that, he's back to fucking you. He doesn't go back to his gentle rhythm. Surprisingly, his thrusts are deep and fast.

“Oh my god!” The rhytm is finally the way you wanted it again. Instinctively, you lean in a bit more, and your head gets buried in the bed while your ass is a little higher than before.

"Jesus, doll." He cries out, feeling so overwhelmed. "I'm so close. So... so close."

Your hand moves to your clit, touching yourself just the way you like it, even though it feels so hard to do while he’s pounding you. That’s all you need to finally reach the climax. You're not quiet at all despite your failed attempt to muffle your moans with your pillow. And Bucky feels like that's it. He doesn't even manage to warn you that he’s following you and coming hard. He softly moans your name after he finishes, falling onto your back just to feel your skin.

His hands wrap around your body and you let yourself fall with him. The indescribable pleasure you felt is still running through your whole body.

"Wow!"

You laugh a little, trying to turn your head. You wanna see him, kiss him, and maybe tease him a little, but he's already prepping kisses all over your neck, then your back. 

“You are crushing me,” you say jokingly but it’s half true.

"Oh, sorry." He immediately gets off you, throwing himself on the bed completely.

“Don’t go that far away though.” You exaggerate a little, opening your arms. You want him as close as possible.

Bucky doesn't hesitate to use this as an opportunity to bury his head into your boobs. "Hmm, perfect. I’m in heaven with you and these babies." He kisses both of your breasts to emphasize what he means.

You can’t help but snort. “Babies?”

"Yes, my babies. My dolls."

“I thought they were mine.”

Bucky puffs before snuggling even more. "Only mine."

“And I have no say in this?” You joke again, and he shakes his head.  “Does it mean this…” You grab his dick gently. It’s soft and the condom is dangling. “...is mine?”

His whine is so loud, making you giggle. "Of course it's yours."

“Oh, I love this deal.” You use your thumb and index finger to take the condom off.

"Fuck." He closes his eyes.

“Sensitive?”

"A little."

“That’s okay.” You give him a little kiss on the head, then move a little so you can tie the condom up. That makes you see the hickey on his neck again, which is almost gone. You put the condom away and reach for the mirror you used before.

"What?"

“Remember the lovely hickey I gave you?” Bucky nods. “Wanna see it now?” You lift the mirror so he can take a look. He expected to see only a faded pink mark, but instead the skin is intact as if you never bit him. 

"How!?"

“That’s my question exactly.”

"What the fuck is going on?" His hand goes to the place your mark used to be and there's no trace of any teeth. "Holy cow."

“I think you are healing faster than any of us.” You stop for a second. “Like Steve.”

Bucky's eyes immediately find yours. "You don't mean..."

“I don’t know what I mean, to be honest, because I don’t know any details. Like… Did you participate in whatever they did to him? Or maybe it’s something transmittable, I don’t know.”

You see him going pale all of the sudden, and your heart drops. He seems to know what caused this.

"They must have done something to me when I was captured. But I didn't change like he did." He looks so confused, like he’s trying to put the puzzle pieces together. "I'm not like Steve."

“You were captured?!” That’s all you focus on. You have to know.

"I was." He sighs, placing the mirror on the floor before pulling you onto his lap. "By Hydra. Long story short, my unit and I were sent at some point at a weapon facility in Europe. In Austria... We were forced to work on an advanced bomber plane. I have no idea what happened to that, but I was so..." Bucky closes his eyes. "I was starving, losing weight every day. I was so weak I couldn't continue, so they did something else."

“Dear God.” You are completely shocked. “Are you okay?”

"I was basically a test subject for a crazy doctor. I thought they just tested different things for a death serum. But now I am not sure at all." He's so lost in his memories now. He is clearly not like Steve, but it's so weird how his health reports were fine. He shakes his head, not wanting to think about it any longer. "I'm more than well when I'm with you." He finally answers your question.

“I’m glad you are here with me.” You give him a full kiss, thinking about all the possibilities, everything that could’ve happened before you two had the chance to meet. You wouldn’t even know who he is and that somehow hurts more.

"You're so precious." He hugs you so tightly you feel like you're about to cry.

You try not the think about how he could’ve been still a captive. You can’t imagine how horrible that experience must be, but you don’t wanna cry. Not when he’s in your arms like this. 

“Wanna test out how super you are?” You suggests instead. A change of subject can help you both.

"Want me to cook for you? Going to prove to you I am marriage material after all." He smiles.

Your eyes widen with surprise. “Marriage?” That definitely wasn’t what you were expecting him to say.

"Don't mind me, doll. What did you have in mind?"

“No, no, no. You can’t say that and leave it at that.”

Bucky strokes your hair. "What else can I say? I'm embarrassing myself."

“Embarrassing yourself? Nope, you aren’t.” You shake your head. “You are giving me hope but don’t do it if you don’t mean it, okay?”

"Of course I mean it," he immediately says, not letting you doubt even for a second. "But I thought... it is a bit early. I didn't want to be overbearing."

“It’s not. I know we don’t know each other that well yet and we might change our minds later. I’m not taking this as a promise or anything.”

"Well," he raises your hand and brings it to his mouth just to place a soft kiss on it. "I would be lucky if you wanted me after all of this." You give him a confused look, and he clarifies: "This whole weird healing thing and my sad story." He snorts, belittling himself. You are not having any of this though.

“I think it’s…” You try to find the right words. “really hot, and I really wanna test your limits because I think your healing applies to your… recovery, too. Remember how quickly you got hard again?”

Bucky laughs. "So it's all about this, huh?"

“What? Don’t you wanna find out if I am right?”

"I don't have another condom, love." He sighs.

“I mean we did it without a condom before.” It’s the truth, but it feels so weird to ask for more after having great sex. You should be content with it, but no, your body craves more.

Bucky kisses your shoulder again. 

"I know, but we risked it. I don't want to make you take a risk. Even if I don't spill inside you..." You don’t like the fact that he’s right. What you don’t realize is that your face is showing what you are thinking. "I can use my tongue if you want." He smiles, trying to find another solution.

“The point is testing your limits, Sergeant.”

"My limits of my tongue count." He kisses you for a few seconds.

“You are so annoying, rejecting my offer, Sargaent.”

Bucky gasps. "I did not! I just tried to look out for you."

“It’s okay.” You make a move to get up. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

He grabs you by your wrist. "Don't do this to me." 

“I’m just listening to what you are saying.”

He frowns. "Then why do I feel like the bad guy?"

“Because you rejected this…” You show yourself. “A pretty girl’s offer for more sex.

"My pretty girl wants sex even without protection?"

“She does.” You purse your lips, feeling a bit vulnerable and trying to cover it.

"Then…" He pulls you closer and kisses you gently, holding your face with both of his hands.

“You love torturing me,” you say between kisses.

"Not as much as you do." 

"Wanna do the honors or should I?" He grabs his cock with a hand, waiting for you to move or just say something.

“Oh, be my guest. Do whatever you wanna do. Just pull out in time.”

"Promise." He kisses you before getting inside you in one swift motion.

*

There are no words to describe how tired you feel. Exhausted comes close, but it doesn’t cover the pleasure you are still feeling despite your jelly legs. You aren’t sure if you made the best or the worst decision of your life when you suggested testing his limits because you lost the count of the orgasms you had. You are ruined. Simply ruined by him. No man will ever compare.

"Did I pass?" Bucky asks breathlessly, holding you against his chest. “Am I husband material?"

You can’t believe he is still wondering that. This wasn’t meant to be a husband material test, but you gotta admit that he passed with flying colors. 

“You know we weren’t testing that, right?”

"Such a loss." He plays amused. "What did we test then?"

“How quickly your body can recover, and now we can safely say that you are not a regular guy.”

Bucky sighs. "Then what am I?"

“You are the best thing that ever happened to me.” You run your hand on his cheek, gently caressing it before giving him a big kiss. You wonder why he wants to be a regular guy. He’s perfect the way he is.

Bucky immediately melts under you. "That's not nice. You read my thoughts and use them against me," he explains more emotionally than before.

“Maybe we are just sharing the same thoughts and feelings.”

"We are a perfect match."

“It seems so.” You quickly agree. “And you are perfect the way you are. I get that you don’t know what exactly this is but it seems cool so far.” You try to put his mind at ease. “And no one knows about it. You don’t have to be like Steve, you can keep being yourself.”

"You're so sweet." He leaves a soft kiss on your hair.

“I’m not usually sweet. Maybe it’s the afterglow talking.” You joke to lighten the mood.

He snorts. "You're the sweetest person I've ever met."

“Now that’s a lie.” You keep the same tone.

"If that's a lie, I am a normal guy."

“That’s even a bigger lie. You are nowhere close to being a normal guy. Normal guys suck.”

Bucky's fingers travel to your belly. "Is that so?"

“No, no, no.” You try to avoid getting tickled. “Bucky, please.”

"Say you're the sweetest girl in the world, and I might show you some mercy."

“Fine, fine, fine.” You accept the defeat. “I’m the sweetest girl in the world. Okay?”

"I can't hear you." He tickles you harder. 

“BUCKY!” You protest, but he doesn’t stop. “I’M THE SWEETEST GIRL IN THE WORLD.”

"Good." He finally lets go, grabbing your face just to give you the sloppiest kiss you've ever shared. “Now close your eyes. You need to sleep."

You wanna be mad at him for tickling you hard, but you can’t.

“Oh, I gotta clean myself a little first.”

“Let me help you. Where do you keep your towels?" 

You already thought he was perfect, but he’s showing you he’s even better than you thought. How is he real? How did you get this lucky? You don’t know. 

“Just sit down, baby. I can handle those.”

"Let's make a deal: I change the sheets while you clean if you want." You wanna say no and you can handle those. but you are so tired. 

“Sounds like a good plan.” You can’t deny that it’s efficient, and you wanna see if he can do it right. This is the real marriage material test, but he won’t know until you see the results. You hand him the new sheets and leave him to work, so you can clean yourself pretty quickly. 

You really made a big mess. Cleaning takes longer than you expected, but when you come back, you find a freshly made bed.

"Ready for bed now?"

“Yeah.” You inspect the sheets. He made the bed perfectly. “Unbelievable.” You didn’t mean to say that out loud, but it came out anyway. “Perfectly made. I think I will have to marry you, Sergeant Barnes.”

He smiles widely. "So I passed my test?"

“Yep.” You move onto the bed. “If you can cook as well, I won’t ever let you go. Say goodbye to your bachelor days.”

Bucky pulls you to him. "Goodbye, bachelor days."

You laugh while kissing him.  

“Let’s sleep.” You snuggle closer while he yawns.

*

You have been awake for a couple of minutes, just trying to fully wake up and freely watch Bucky sleeping. He looks so pretty and innocent.

Long lashes, kissable lips, big arms. God, why does he have to be this pretty?

You lean in, with the intention to give him a kiss like a normal person, but god, those arms look so biteable. Before you can change your mind, you bite his arm and watch him slowly wake up. Then you start giving him small kisses: on his arm, on his cheeks, and finally when he opens his eyes, on his lips.

"Good morning." He gives you an innocent look. 

“Good morning, handsome.” You kiss his cheek again.

"Handsome?" His voice is so raspy in the morning.

“Yeah, handsome. Very very handsome.”

He smiles when you snuggle closer to him. "So sweet. I have a question. Do you have a toothbrush for me?" His eyes are semi-closed as he asks.

“Oh, sure. I can find one.”

"I didn't realize I will stay over. I'm sorry for wasting one of yours."

“Oh, shut up.” You push him a little playfully. “You can waste anything you want.”

You come closer to give him a kiss. You don’t care about the toothbrush or anything else. You are just enjoying being in bed with him.

"My breath smells really bad." He shakes his head, embarrassed. You shrug and give him a kiss anyway. You are sure your breath doesn’t smell good either, but that doesn’t stop you. "Such a stubborn lady."

“I just don’t care, and for your information, it doesn’t smell bad.” You keep kissing him.

"If you continue, doll, we might end up doing something else." 

“Hmm.” You act like you don’t know what that means.

“Hmm?”

“Yeah, hmm.”

"What can it mean?"

“No idea.” You don’t move away, you don’t kiss him. You just look at him.

"Okay then." He gives you an innocent look. "Time for me to go to the bathroom."

You kiss his cheek, giving him space to get up. He pouts a bit disappointed but doesn't say anything.

“What?”

"Nothing. So where do I find a toothbrush?" He finally gets up.

“I will show you.” You follow him to the bathroom.

"Also, do you have any allergies?”

His question catches you off guard. “Not that I know off. Why?”

"Gonna cook something for you."

“You really want that ring, don’t you?” You joke with a big smile on your face.

His laugh fills the bathroom. "You want to give me a ring?"

“How else am I gonna make sure others know you are taken?” 

"You don't need a ring for that. At all."

“Yeah, you are right. I was just joking.” 

He smiles. "Wait for me in the bed. Whatever happens, you stay there, okay?"

“Okay.” You raise your hands in defeat.

"Good girl, go now." He pats your ass before letting you go.

You can’t help but smile on your way back to the bed. If this is how being married to Bucky is gonna be, you are down for it.

*

"Come on, another bite. Please."

“Fine.” You take another bite. It’s delicious but you are full. So full. The breakfast he made was simply amazing. You might really need to find a ring to put on him, because he’s definitely husband material.

"Good girl, and drink more water."

“I’m so full,” you say after taking a sip. “The food was just amazing.”

"You're full, huh?" He snorts.

“I am.” You give him a look, not understanding what he means.

"I think you can take more."

“No more food, please.”

"Oh, sweetheart." Bucky gives you a smirk. "That is not what I meant."

“Oh!” You finally get it and start to giggle wile takes a bite of pancakes from your plate.

"Oh, indeed."

“You wanna?”

"Do you?" He stares back.

“You are so annoying.” 

"Annoying enough to get you to kiss me?"

You give him a short kiss. “Thanks for the breakfast.”

"I didn't have mine, though."

“You can eat this.” You offer your leftovers. You’re sure that they’re more than enough to make him feel full, too.

"But I don't want that.” He whines. "I want you."

“You can have me.”

"Want you on my face."

“Again?” You sound surprised. “I thought you would want something that you would enjoy as well.”

"Excuse you? I enjoy that." His tone shows that he’s totally offended.

“Oh, you do?”

Bucky laughs so loud. "I cannot believe it wasn't clear."

“I mean… I’m not used to that. Maybe that’s why.”

"The question is if you’d like to do that again."

“Oh, yeah.” You nod eagerly. “I would love that.”

"Then…" He places the food carefully on the table next to the bed.

You bite your lip while getting up and taking your underwear off. He watches you excited as he gets on his back completely, waiting. This time you know what to do. So you get back to the bed and straddle his face.

"Use me however you want, okay? Don't stop."

“Tap on my thighs if you want me to stop, okay?” He nods and you lower yourself completely. He doesn’t even wait for a few seconds. “Jesus, Bucky.” You breath out. It’s hard not to make a sound when he works that enthusiastically. He doesn't say anything in return, too focused on spreading your lips with his tongue. You moan loudly and start to ride his face, and you realize shortly he loves it as his hands help you quicken your pace just the way you like it.

“Oh, god…” You try to get support from the headboard. “This feels so good.”

He groans against you, so hard, thrusting his hips in the air because you taste amazing.

You start to move a little faster as you feel like you are getting closer to your release. His nose starts to bump up against your clit from time to time and that adds an another level of pleasure.

"Keep going," he says breathlessly before taking you by surprise and slapping your ass twice.

“Fuuck. I’m- I’m so close.”

"Hmm." He slaps your right ass cheek one more time as his tongue moves to your clit. The sounds you are making don’t sound human anymore. You are aware of it, but it’s so hard to care when you start to come so hard on his tongue. He doesn't let go or stop licking you until he feels you are done, then he gently helps you move.

"Hi."

“Ahh.” You struggle to find your voice. “Hi.”

He giggles while cleaning his mouth with the back of his hand. "Feel good?"

“God, I’m keeping you. That’s it. That was my last drop.”

Bucky moans excited. "Are you proposing to me, love?"

“Well, not like this, and I gotta buy a ring first,” you jokingly answer.

"Hmm." He brings you close to his face so he can kiss you. "Maybe I will accept."

“Maybe? What can I do to guarantee a yes?”

Bucky smiles. "Who knows?"

“Maybe I should return the favor.”

"No need for that."

“Wouldn’t that help though? I wanna increase my chances.” You continue with that same joking tone.

"A little. What is your plan?"

“Give you head and then propose I guess.”

He suddenly blushes. “I didn’t expect you to say it so openly but love to hear what you think."

“Then I will keep speaking like this.” You move your face to give him a kiss on the lips. “So… You want it or not?”

Bucky nods and dutifully stays on his back, opening his legs more. You carefully undress him and settle between his legs. He’s already half hard and he looks so pretty laying like that, waiting for your next move. You start slowly, just moving your hands up and down, letting him enjoy it.

You lean down and start leaving kisses to him all over his skin. "Ahh." You move onto his thighs, placing your hand  on his cock without moving it.

"Gonna torture me?"

“Is this your definition of torture?”

"I'm a man."

“And I am a woman who enjoys what she is doing.” You don’t give him a chance to respond. You run the tip of your tongue from the bottom to the top of his cock.

"Oh, God." He closes his eyes for a couple of minutes.

“Open your eyes if you want me to continue.”

"Sorry..." he groans, opening them.

“Look at me the whole time, okay? Watch what I am doing to you. Think about this moment whenever you feel like giving up.” Then you finally take him inside your mouth.

"Oh, Jesus." His hands immediately get into your hair. "N-no warning?" You shake your head while your mouth is full of him. "I don't think I could forget this even if I wanted to."

You hum around his cock before you start to properly bob your head. You try to look at him, memorizing his reactions and see what he likes the most.

"Use your tongue more around the head, please."

You do what he asks, twirling your tongue around the head and watching him fall apart.

"Baby," he hisses. "Just like that."

You wrap your hand around the base after taking your mouth off it. Your fingers work on him while you take one of his balls inside your mouth, gently sucking to see if he likes it or not. He's so close as he bites his bottom lip. 

"You're a dirty little girl.” You hum in response, your mouth being too full to be able to answer him. "Wanna paint your face." It feels like the words are just spilling from his mouth.

You finally let go of his ball.

“My face, huh?” You ask before taking him back in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head once again.

"You're a dirty girl, and I have to a make you dirtier. Would you like that?"

You shake your head in agreement, then you start moving your mouth and hand at the same time, going up and down until he quickly pulls out when he feels he's coming. And just like that, your face and hair are getting covered. You close your eyes and for some reason stick your tongue out.

"God, baby. You drive me insane." He finishes coming and stares at the way you lick some of his come. You can only open one of your eyes as his come is dripping on the other one. Then you wipe it off from your eyelid and lick it clean. "And you will make me get hard again."

“We know that doesn’t take much.” You giggle, remembering last night.

"You're so pretty like this. I can't..." He smiles watching you clean yourself more.

“I am not sure about that.” You smile. “I should go and clean myself properly.”

"Should we take a bath?" He excitedly asks

“Oh, that sounds great.”

Bucky helps her get up. "Let's go."

*

"Look at this," he leans in to kiss your forehead, taking the cup from you. "Thank you."

“After last night and this morning, the coffee was needed. At least for me.”

"I am human too, you know? I need coffee."

“You are a super human.” You smile before taking a sip.

"I hope my tongue is a super tongue, too." He winks and takes a few sips from his coffee. "So good. Now, I have something and I forgot to give it to you since we were... busy."

“Oh?”

Bucky nods and brings his hand into his left pocket. "Like I promised." Then he takes out a small wrapped up package.

“What is this?” You take it and quickly open it without destroying the wrapping. “Oh my god, Bucky! You got me new stockings!”

“Wanna try them on?"

“Right now?” You are surprised by his request.

"Yep. If you want, of course."

“You just want me to get undressed in front of you again.” You joke while standing up. You don’t mind trying them at all.

"Don't act as if you don't."

“See you get undressed or get undressed myself?” You take the stockings out of the package while talking.

"Both.” He watches you as you put them on, fascinated. “How do they feel?"

“They feel really nice.” You move your leg a little, inspecting the stockings. “High quality. Where did you even find this?”

"Pulled some strings. Being a soldier has its perks, you know? Being friends with Captain America, too." 

“You did not!”

"What?" He laughs at your tone.

“You used your Captain America advantage to get me stockings?”

"Yep."

“Oh my god!” You have a huge smile on your face when you are walking toward him. And without a word, you sit on his lap, straddling him and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Thank you. These are much better than the ones you ripped off.” You give him a kiss on his right cheek. “So you get a kiss.”

"So generous." He kisses you properly.

“Such a gentleman.” You pause for a few seconds before adding. “With dirty tendencies.”

"Well, I got a dirty girlfriend."

“Please, I’m pretty innocent.” You move away from his lap. “We didn’t even meet up in my apartment because that would be inappropriate.” You finally snort. “At least that’s what my friends think.”

"And you call them friends?"

“Gotta keep my reputation intact.” You shrug. That’s the way it is. “Oh, speaking of friends! I gotta ask you something otherwise Cassie will kill me.”

"What?"

“She wanted me to ask about Steve. Apparently, she hasn’t heard from him.”

"Oh…" It's all that Bucky says.

“Oh?”

"I didn't know."

“She wants to know if he ever mentions her.”

He doesn't know how to answer for a couple of seconds. Steve has never been into romance. "He's very focused on the future plans against Hydra."

“Well, that’s not surprising. If he thought about her, he would find a way to contact her, I guess.”

"He doesn't think about pretty much anyone, I am sorry."

You shrug. “I hope she doesn’t shoot the messenger.”

"I am sorry. Steve is very... particular. About life and work. He wanted to be in the army for so long, he doesn't see anything else."

“That’s… sad.” You reach for the coffee mug. “What about you?”

"Obviously not interested in sex or romantic life." He jokes once again, hoping that it would change the mood.

“I meant about life and work,  but we can talk about that too,” you say with a smile.

"I don't like fighting, you know? It's never ending." Even his voice sounds tired as he talks about it.

“I sensed that you don’t enjoy fighting, but I think you are pretty good at it. At least it seems that way, and I feel like you aren’t focused on the fight, but mostly on what can come after when this is all done.”

Bucky sighs, approving what you said with a nod. There is something scary and confusing about what the future. If he survives. What will change? After so much death and loss, what will happen?

"I hate this so much."

You have this urge to hug him and tell him it’s gonna be fine. Yet you don’t know if that’s the truth and you don’t wanna lie. “I hate it, too. It’s like our lives are completely revolving around the war.“

"Yes, but let's not think about it, baby." He kisses your forehead.

“It’s easier not to think about it when you are around.”

"You help me with that, too."

“Oh, do I?” You smile. “What do you think about instead of war when you are with me?”

"I think only about you."

“Another thing we have in common.”

Bucky smiles. "You're so smooth."

“Smooth? I meant I am thinking about myself, too.” You stick your tongue out a bit cheekily.

"Nice try." He snorts, amused by your comment. "I totally understand why you'd think about yourself, though."

“Why would I think about myself?” You wanna know what he’s thinking.

"You're funny, amazing, beautiful, smart." He kisses your cheeks. "You got everything."

“And what about you?”

"What about me?" He asks confused.

“What do you have?”

"Strings to buy you more stockings."

“Oh!” You both start to laugh. “That’s not all, though.”

"Right, I also got Captain America as my friend."

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

Bucky sighs. "I don't have much to offer unfortunately. I have 4 siblings."

“Jesus, do you really not know?”

"If you mean sexually..."

“Not only that. Stop underestimating yourself, you have a lot to offer. Look at me.” He lifts his head as you asked. “I love spending time with you. It doesn’t matter what we are talking about, it’s always interesting. You are smart, funny, thoughtful and so so pretty.”

Bucky melts under your eyes. "No one called me pretty before."

“You are so pretty, you have no idea. These eyes…” You touch the corner of his eyelid. “These lines,” You caress the smile lines. “These lips…”

He blushes instantly feeling your touch and brings your hand closer to his lips in order to kiss it. "You're so sweet."

*

After spending a little bit more time in your apartment, you and Bucky decide to go for a walk. He’s here for a limited amount of time and he should make the most of it. Maybe you can stop by a book or a record store together, eat something he craves and enjoy this sunny day to the fullest. You don't even realize how close you are until you feel his hand touching yours, subtly trying to hold it.

You feel butterflies in your stomach. You did a lot of stuff together so far, but you haven’t held hands yet. Not publicly. Not like this. You open your hand, just showing you want him to hold it, and he does proudly. 

"Do you want some ice cream, sweetheart?"

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. It’s so hard to fight the urge to smile. This might be the best day of your life. The sun is shining, Bucky is by your side, holding your hand. You don’t think life gets better than this. 

“I would love that.” He smiles before leaning in to kiss your head. Suddenly, you feel the urge to say what you have been thinking. He should know.

“You know that I will wait for you if you want, right?” You can’t help it. All the marriage and proposal jokes aside, you really want him in your life.

Bucky stops walking suddenly. "Doll..." He sighs, still holding your hand. "I don't want to make you go through this."

“You think I won’t go through it if we act like this means nothing, but you are wrong.” 

"I did not say that! This is not nothing, but I can't be engaged to you and leave you behind like this."

“Who said anything about being engaged?”

"We talked about getting married a lot. So I thought..."

“I didn’t say I don’t want to. I just meant that we don’t have to get engaged if that’s your concern.” 

"I don't know. Either way I can't let you go through that." He shakes his head. The last thing he wants is for her to wait for him not knowing if he will survive. "Because if I die..." 

“If you die… I would be devastated regardless. It doesn’t matter even if we decide not to see each other anymore.”

He doesn't say anything else, instead, he pulls you to him in the tightest hug you've ever felt.

"I don't want to lose you."

“Believe me, I don’t wanna lose you, either.” You wrap your hands around his body, burying your face into his chest. “My kidnapping offer still stands.”

You hear him snort. "You're just making up excuses to have me tied up."

“Do I need to?”

"No." He breaks the hug and reaches out for your hand again. "My future wife doesn't need excuses. You're stuck with me."

“And you are stuck with me.”

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Planned nonsense posted 6/14: The Animal Within (Shifter!Bucky Barnes x Reader) for both @buckybarnesevents Connect 4 Juniverse and Hot Bucky Summer.

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Buchanan by @barnesmurdock

baby, it’s bad out there by @intrepidacious

set me free by @/intrepidacious (40s!bucky x nymph!reader)

When I’m With You by @phantomspiderr

You’re Worth It All by @/phantomspiderr

Scotty Doesn’t Know by @/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

cherry blossoms must be magic by @witchywithwhiskey

aisle 4 by @buckyhoney

Grump : The Musical by @itsapeterthing

Trough Sickness… Except Bucky’s by @teamcap4bucky

Wrong Number by @/teamcap4bucky

Alcohol You Later by @/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Possible-Future-Girlfriend by @jurassicbarnes

Vegas, Baby! by @bxcketbarnes

Love in the Workplace by @bxcketbarnes

Too Hot, An Arm Cold by @t-lostinworlds

almond milk by @buckysblanket

After Words by @justsomebucky (Modern AU)

Once Upon A Dream by @abovethesmokestacks

cut my hair by @buckybarnesdiaries

Mind Reader by @espinosaurusrexex

Chain Around my Neck by @/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Sweet and Strong by @navybrat817 (tattoo artist!bucky x baker!reader)

Charmed by @rookthorne (mechanic!bucky)

Rule Number One by @sidepartskinnyjeans

A Solid Foundation by @writing-for-marvel (fiancé!bucky)

It’s Not My Cup Of Tea by @malum-forev

The Weather by @saltsicklover

Silent Nights and Sorry Mornings by @veelacurse

In The Name Of Love by @moonbeambucky

Fallin’ For You by @/moonbeambucky

I’m Gunnin’ For You by @rookthorne (drifter!bucky)

Morning Workout by @sparklefics

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Call Me When You Get This by @/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

I’ll Wear Your Ring by @/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

After by @wkemeup

Spiral by @buckyalpine

Until We Meet Again by @bucksangel

Try Anything Once by @/malum-forev (doctor!reader)

A Place by @/malum-forev

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Ring Ring by @adrinktostopyourthirst (roommate!bucky)

Convince Me by @teamcap4buciy

Roadside Assistance by @urvenicebtch (mechanic!bucky)

That’s The Way Love Goes by @dirtytomatoedwrites

Surrender by @barnesmurdock

i was made for lovin’ you by @buckycuddlebuddy (rockstar!bucky x bassist!reader)

On My Tongue by @angrythingstarlight (chubby!bucky)

Sweeter Than Sugar by @/angrythingstarlight (chubby!bucky)

Destined to be Yours by @buckyalpine

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Chapter 3: Stuck-y in another universe

Pairing: 40s Stucky x reader

Word count: 3.0k

Warnings: angst, kissing, Steve and Bucky being in love, implied smut m/m, Steve and Bucky figuring out their sexuality (kind of), guns, bullets, if I missed something let me know

A/N: I am so excited to be part of this project. I hope you like this chapter and make sure you check out the previous ones!

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Ch 2

Feeling a light in your eyes you groan loudly turning you frown “Oh no…” You manage to open an eye and realize it happened again, your heart sunk as you realized you were not in the hotel room with Dean, but where were you now?

~~~~~~~~

The room you found yourself in was dark, with just a sliver of light coming from above you. But that’s not what scared you. The shouting, gunfire and explosions outside did. It felt like a war zone, or what a war zone in a movie sounded like. You felt around until you found a wall, then you moved until you felt metal and hoped it was a door. With the door handle in hand you take a deep breath and twist it open.

The noise was a lot worse in the hallway. Above you the lights flickered and the building shook. There were two options, stay in the room you were in or walk out and hope to find someone that was willing to help you. After talking yourself into it you step out into the hallway. Another explosion rocks the building. The further down you go the more the chaos comes into view. People were shouting at each other but you couldn’t make out what they were saying. It wasn’t until you were just about to round the corner that you could hear better. They were speaking another language, was that German?

An ungodly shriek was ripped from your lips when a bullet hit the wall beside your head. Some soldiers surrendered while others went down fighting. When the smoke cleared you were left in awe. Standing in front of you in a ‘V’ formation were the Howling Commandos. Captain America was front and center with his shield in one hand and his gun in the other. His eyes landed on you as the last of the enemy soldiers hit the ground. He turned his head and said something before he lowered his weapon.

“Hello, my name is-“

“Steve Rogers.” You cut him off.

Behind his cowl his eyes go wide and he shoots another glance over his shoulder.

“How do you know that?”

“I uh…” you stare at him for a moment. How are you going to explain this situation to him? “It’s kind of complicated.”

“You’re in the middle of an enemy base. You’re either with them or their prisoner. Which one is it?”

“Neither.”

“Doll, we really don’t have time for your mind games here. The people in this building are dangerous. Are you with them or not?” Bucky stepped forward and looked at you.

“No. Absolutely not. I could never.”

“Ok, then why don’t we get you out of here so that you can explain how you got here.” Bucky stretched his hand out for you to take which you did.

He pulled you towards him as he looked you up and down to check for any injuries. Being satisfied he didn’t find any but confused by what you were wearing, Bucky escorted you out.

Outside the smell of gunpowder and blood hangs in the air. There are destroyed cars and tanks all over the place. The building looks like it’s falling apart and the banners that hang on the side of the building are black. The insignia being a red skull and tentacles. You gasp as you take it all in. This is the third place you've been pulled to and you still weren’t used to it happening. The ‘jumping’ was exhausting. It didn’t help that you’re not sure how long you’ve been gone either. Has it been a few hours or a few days?

“Ok, let’s start with the basics. What’s your name and what are you doing here?” Bucky asks. Steve stands beside him and eyes you cautiously. The starry eyed look in your eye throws him off.

“My name is Y/N and I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

You sigh and explain to them how you had gone out to get food and when you walked into the restaurant you were in a different universe. Then you explained how you were getting help and it happened again and then one more and now you were standing in front of them.

“That’s impossible.” Steve shakes his head.

“More impossible that you going from 90 pounds soaking wet to this.” You gesture at his much larger frame. “With the help of the serum that Erskine injected you with. Or the fact that you’re fighting hydra lead by a guy named Red Skull, which by the way is such an unoriginal and stupid name.”

Bucky bites back a smirk.

“How do you know any of that?”

“Because the universe I’m from, you’re comic book and movie characters. All of this is just a story.”

Steve and Bucky look at each other completely confused before they look back at you.

“If it makes you feel any better you two are my favorite.”

“I’m not sure if that does, doll.”

“Well we have to get you out of here. In this universe this is a real war. Do you know when you’ll jump again?” Steve asks softly.

“Unfortunately no, it just happens. That last time it happened, I was sleeping.”

Steve nods as he looks around trying to come up with a plan.

“You’ll have to come with us for the time being. Have you ever been on a motorcycle?”

“Nope.”

“Well it’s your lucky day.” Bucky says as they guide you toward a few motorcycles just outside the base entrance. He throws his leg over his motorcycle and offers you his hand. “Alright, you’re going to have to hold on tight. We’ll be driving for a while and the paths aren’t smooth.” You smile and take his hand before you realize it’s his left hand. The smile you had falters slightly but you move quickly hoping he doesn’t notice.

~~~~~~~~~~~

It had been hours since you found yourself in the middle of Germany in the 1940s. Now you were on the back of a motorcycle hanging on to Steve for dear life. Every so often he would place his hand over yours as a way to keep you calm. They had been sweet, both Steve and Bucky had ensured your comfort even in such a horrible situation. Finally after riding for so long the commandos came to a stop in front of an abandoned cabin. If it were with anyone else you would feel uncomfortable that they’d veered off the main path and into the forest but you felt safe with them.

“We’ll have to camp out here for the night.” Steve says as he helps you off of the motorcycle. “We still have a day's journey before we meet up with our contact. He’ll take you somewhere safer than this place is.”

“And who is he?”

“You’ll meet him soon enough.”

“You mean Howard Stark?” You ask.

Again Steve looks at you bewildered but nods.

“Don’t freak out on me. I just want to know if things here happen the way they do in the movie version.”

“Yeah Stevie don't freak out on her, punk.”

“I’m not freaking out, jerk.”

You smile as you look between them and they stop their bickering to look back at you.

“What?”

“Nothing, you’re just doing the thing.”

“How much do you know about our lives?”

You think and then tell them everything up to them both of them being in the howling commandos. Without knowing how revealing the future could affect them you leave out the things that haven’t happened yet. The nervous glance they gave each other completely escaped you.

“Wow. That is a lot of information. Not all of it is correct though.” Bucky murmurs before he opens the door to the cabin that has been checked out by the other Howlies. He motions for you to walk in first.

“Sorry, again I don’t mean to freak you out. But honestly I’m such a huge fan. You guys are great.”

Steve gives you a small shy smile as he places his shield against the wall. Two Howlies stand guard outside while two start a fire in the chimney.

“We’re going to see if there are any blankets for you but seeing as this place has been abandoned for a while we’re not sure what we’ll find.”

“It’s ok, I appreciate that you’re even accommodating me.”

Bucky winks at you before walking up the stairs with Steve following. The wooden structure creaks under their weight. Without much to do you sit and lean against the wall near Steve’s shield and close your eyes.

****

You woke up suddenly, startled and afraid that you were in some other universe. After wiping the sleep away from your eyes you looked around and were surprised to find that you were still with the Howlies. There was an old tattered blanket draped over you and you knew it must have been Steve or Bucky that had covered you up. As quietly as you can, you get up and peek out of one of the windows. From there you can see Falsworth standing guard, in the rest of the room are the Howlies except for Steve, Bucky and Morita. You wondered if they were all out in watch but then you heard footsteps above you.

Without a second thought you walk quietly up the stairs and toward the end of the ill lit hallway. You open the door thinking you’d find Steve and Bucky trying to sleep but what you see is much more interesting.

Steve has Bucky pinned against the wall, their lips meeting in a frenzied and desperate dance. Hands moving gracefully to remove clothing. You must have stayed there longer than you realized because Bucky pushes Steve away. There’s a panicked look in his eyes when he looks over at you. Steve’s cheeks flush pink when he realizes they’ve been caught.

“I am so sorry.” You whisper before you start closing the door.

Steve holds it open and gently pulls you inside. Behind you Bucky is trying to redress himself.

“Please, you can’t say anything. Our careers would be over, we would get thrown in jail or asylums over this.” Steve held your hands and squeezed. His eyes were full of fear as he looked from you to Bucky.

“What? No I won’t say a word. Your secret is safe with me I promise.”

“Really? Just like that?” Bucky asks cautiously.

“Yes, just like that. Might I remind you I’m from a different universe and different time period. Two men being in love isn’t punishable by jail time or being thrown into an asylum. I mean there are still people that won’t accept it but for the most part you have the freedom to love who you want to.”

Bucky’s eyes soften as he looks at Steve. A sad smile plays on both their lips. A silent understanding that they’ll never get to be together freely passes amongst the three of you.

“I’ll go and give you guys some privacy.”

You smile when you watch them hold hands before you walk out Bucky speaks up.

“Thank you. It feels good that someone knows and doesn’t hate us for it.”

You give them a little wink and shut the door behind you.

~~~~~~~~~~

The following morning after a quick breakfast you find yourself holding on to Bucky while you ride through Germany. At this moment you have to wonder if you’re dreaming or something. Things like this don’t happen in your reality. More importantly you’re still debating on whether to tell them the truth about what’s going to happen in the very near future.

The roar of the motorcycles begins to die down as you make it to a small mostly untouched town. It’s filled with allied soldiers running around. At the end of the road the Howlies all park their bikes at what seems to be a small hotel.

Once everyone is off their bikes they’re met with Colonel Phillips, Howard Stark and Peggy Carter. All eyes were on you but you couldn’t be surprised you stuck out like a sore thumb.

“And who do we have here?” Howard stepped forward first, his hand stretched out in order to shake yours. “Name’s Howard Stark.”

“Y/N.”

“That’s a lovely name.”

“Laying it on a bit thick there aren’t you, Stark?” Bucky walks up and stands beside you.

“Where did you find her?”

The question came from Peggy. Her gaze moved from your feet all the way up as she scrutinized your very existence.

“At a hydra base.” Steve says as he also stands a bit closer to you.

“So she could be the enemy. We have to lock her up.”

“Like hell you will.”

“You’d have to go through me.”

Bucky and Steve both speak up at the same time.

“I’m sorry gentlemen but we can’t let someone that was in a hydra base and we know nothing about, run free.”

“I will take responsibility for her.”

Everyone’s eyes were on Steve.

“I’m sorry but I can’t take your word for it.”

“Seriously?” You speak up. “You have the literal worst track record for not listening to Steve and he’s proved you wrong time and time again dude.”

“Dude? Do I look like a dude to you?”

“Well actua-“ your response is stopped by Bucky’s hand over your mouth.

“Sir if you don’t mind we’ve been out in the field for weeks. We’d really like to clean up and have something to eat.”

“Fine. But she’s staying in your room so that you can keep an eye on her.” Phillips huffs before turning around and stomping away.

“Steve, might I have a word with you?”

“Of course Peggy.” He says before looking over at you and Bucky. “Why don’t you go ahead, I’ll catch up with you.” He sends a small smile your way before following Peggy into what seemed to be the makeshift office.

****

“I’ve never missed a bed so much in my life.” You mutter as you fling yourself on the full sized bed.

It wasn’t the best thing in the world but sleeping on the floor and then sitting on the back of a motorcycle for two days was taking a toll. You sigh as you close your eyes. Bucky chuckles but moves to lay down beside you.

“So is there someone special that’s worrying about you back home?”

“The only special person waiting for me is whoever answered the phone when I placed my order for takeout.”

Bucky turns his head to look at you with a smile.

“So no special guy or gal?”

“Nope. Just lil old me all on my lonesome.”

“Hhm, seems like the future is full of idiots.” He says, making you smile.

“If I make it back home I’m putting that on a t-shirt.”

Bucky chuckles as the door to the room opens and Steve steps in. You prop yourself up on your elbows and study him. His cheeks are rosy and he has a pout.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing important, just needed to set up some time to prepare for the next missions.”

Bucky sat up and extended his hand toward Steve who took it gently. They smiled at each other and it felt like you were suddenly intruding on a very intimate moment. You tried to move away without being noticed but that was difficult.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Bathroom. I thought I’d give you some privacy and freshen up.” You say as you walk backwards into the bathroom. They both smirked but let you go.

****

You took a long time in the bathroom. At this point you weren’t sure if it was even ok for you to walk back out into the main room or just stay there for the rest of the evening. A knock on the door startles you out of your thoughts. With a sheepish smile you open the door and Steve chuckles.

“You can come on out. We brought dinner.”

You walk out to find Bucky sitting on the floor with a makeshift picnic waiting.

“Was the bathroom as interesting as you’d thought it’d be, doll?”

“You’d actually be surprised at how different bathrooms are in the future.”

They both chuckle and you sit down. Steve and Bucky give each other knowing glances before Bucky clears his throat.

“Well we wanted to thank you again for last night.”

“There’s no need.”

“But we do. It’s not easy to have to hide how we feel for each other from the world. We actually had a question.” Steve said.

“Ok, what’s the question?”

“In your universe and your time, is it possible that someone can like men and women?”

“Absolutely.”

“So it wouldn’t be weird if I said I wanted to kiss you?” Bucky asks as he shifts closer to you, his hand coming up to cup your cheek.

“Wh-what? What about Steve?”

“Sweetheart, I want to kiss you too.”

“Oh.”

Bucky chuckles as he leans in, his lips brushing up against yours. “So?”

“So?”

“Can I kiss you, doll?”

“Please.”

Bucky smiles into the kiss. His lips soft, the kiss sweet. As much as you can feel him trying to hold back his resolve breaks and he deepens the kiss. You can’t help the moan that escapes you. But it doesn’t last because Bucky pulls away and you turn just in time to have Steve crush his lips to yours. He doesn’t hold back either.

You pull back that dreaded and familiar chill runs down your back. The change in your body language alerts the boys that something’s wrong.

“It’s happening again.” You say frantically.

“What’s happening?”

“I’m going to jump.” you shiver as the sensation gets stronger and you look between Steve and Bucky. Their worried gazes move from you to each other and back. “Whatever happens don’t get on the tr-“

The air shifts around you, a chill runs down your back again and you’re no longer sitting on the floor of a beaten down hotel room in the middle of Germany in the 1940s. The last thing you heard was them calling out your name. This time you feel exhausted. These jumps are draining you and yet again you’re in a universe you don’t recognize. A tear rolls down your cheek as you finally look around to try and figure out where you are.

Most importantly, will you figure out a way to get back?

Ch 4

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[literaryavenger]

Birthday Kiss

Summary: It's Bucky's birthday and he decides to spend it with his best friend, Steve, and Steve's little sister, you.

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Reader, Brother!Steve Rogers x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Angst. Idiots in love. Fluff. Vague mentions to sex. Language 'cause I can't help myself. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 3.4K

Prompt: "So what should I say?" "when?" "when I love someone." "you should say it"

A/N: Since it's almost Bucky's birthday I wanted to celebrate it with my first fic with 40s Bucky! He's one of my favorite Buckys and I've been wanting to write about him for a while and I finally got this idea! Hope someone enjoys it! In my mind this happens like a year before Captain America: The First Avenger, so Bucky is turning 25, Steve is 23 and the Reader is 21, but you can always imagine any age you want. As always, any ideas for fics are appreciated!

Masterlist

You enter the room to see Bucky is hanging out in yours and Steve's apartment, like he always does, sitting down at the window, smoking a cigarette and reading the evening newspaper while a football game plays on the television in the living room and Steve sits on the couch, drawing on his notebook.

You're used to Bucky being here, he's your big brother's best friend and you've come to be very close friends with him too, even if you wished there was more.

As clichè as it is to have a crush on your brother's best friend, you couldn't help it. He was handsome and funny, and he's always sweet and protective of you.

You've known him since you were 9 years old, and he's the only family you have left other than Steve.

"Is this really how you're going to spend your birthday?" You ask Bucky as you sit on the couch next to Steve.

Bucky turns around towards you with a bright smile, his blue eyes lighting up as soon as he sees you, like they always do whenever he's around you.

He puts out the cigarette and stands up, walking over to you, sitting down on your other side and pulling you into a side hug.

"Hey, doll. I didn't think you were gonna be here today." He says, although he seems more happily surprised by your presence than disappointed.

"I live here, Barnes." You tease him with a smile. "Unlike you."

He rolls his eyes playfully as Steve snickers next to you while he keeps drawing. "I know that. I meant, I thought you were gonna be out with your friends tonight."

"I didn't feel like it." You dismiss him quickly, not wanting to actually say out loud that you'd rather spend his birthday with him doing nothing than go out with your friends, so you try to casually change the subject. "I thought you'd at least want to spend today with Dot."

Dot isn't actually Bucky's girlfriend, they've been on a few dates and you've seen them together a couple of times, but Bucky introduced her to you as a friend so you don't think they're that serious.

Not that Bucky ever is, girls are always all over him and he takes advantage of that. He's a ladies man.

But you try not to worry too much about his love life, not wanting to hurt yourself more than knowing Bucky will never see you like that already does.

"Well, I wanted to spend my birthday with my favorite pair of siblings. She can give me my birthday kiss tomorrow." He says with a grin while ruffling your hair.

"So... What's been going on with you lately, doll? Anything interesting happening in your life?" He asks curiously after a pause, genuinely wanting to know more about your day-to-day activities and experiences.

"I... Well, I went on my first date." You say shyly while playing with the edge of your dress.

Bucky's eyes widen in surprise, his interest piqued by your sudden confession. "First date? Who was it with? How'd it go?" He asks with what seems like excitement but mentally preparing himself to potentially become jealous or possessive no matter who you mention.

"It was fine..." You say quietly, still not looking at him. "It just wasn't... It wasn't what I was expecting..."

Bucky senses something off in your tone and expression, and immediately becomes concerned. He places a gentle hand on your knee, trying to comfort you without making it too obvious.

"What happened, doll? Did things not go as well as you hoped they would? Are you feeling okay?" He asks softly, trying to gauge whether or not you want to open up about what happened during your date and if there's anything he can do to make it better.

You don't really know how to answer his question, so you don't, simply glancing at him before looking away and shrugging.

"Tell me what happened, I'm here for you no matter what. If that guy hurt your feelings or made you uncomfortable, I'll kick his ass for sure." He promises fiercely, his protective instincts kicking into high gear whenever you seem vulnerable or upset.

You giggle weakly at his protectiveness but still don't look at him, so he takes your chin gently but firmly and makes you look at him. "Tell me what happened on your date. Was it some creep who tried to grope you or something worse? Because if he did, I swear to god I will find him and break his fucking legs."

"That's not it, Bucky." You say quickly. "It's just... He just... He wasn't..." You. He wasn't you. That's what you want to tell him, but you can't, so you sigh and shrug again. "He just wasn't my type."

Bucky knew what was your type. He knew he was your type, he has seen you ogle him countless times when he walked past you or sat near you.

He also knew that you had never shown any interest in any of the men who approached you, always dismissing them as not good enough for you. Or at least that's why he thought you did.

Glancing at Steve before looking back at you again, Bucky says quietly. "Well, that's too bad for him I guess."

"It doesn't matter, I'm not seeing him again." I say quietly, avoiding both Steve and Bucky's eyes.

Bucky's brow furrowed in confusion, he couldn't believe you were so quick to give up on a potential relationship just because the guy didn't live up to your impossible standards.

"Doll, you gotta give guys more of a chance. They ain't all as bad as you seem to think they are." He scolds you playfully, but there was also a hint of underlying irritation in his tone as he takes a long sip from his beer bottle.

You glance at him before looking away again. "So... You think I should go on another date with that guy?" You ask quietly.

Bucky thought for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of pushing you to go on another date with the mystery guy. "Yeah, actually. I mean, if you think he's worth giving a second chance, then why not? And if he turns out to be a total dud again, then at least you can say you gave it a shot. But only if you're really sure he's worth your time though. Don't waste it on some loser who doesn't appreciate everything you have to offer."

He advised you, trying to strike a balance between being supportive and challenging you to take risks when it came to relationships. "But whatever you decide, don't let me pressure you into doing something you don't want to do. You've gotta follow your heart, doll."

"You know, Stevie doesn't care this much about who I date, and he's my older brother." You tease Bucky while glancing at Steve.

Bucky snorts in amusement, "Yeah well, I'm not your brother, sweetheart, but I'm your friend and your wingman, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna sit back and watch you throw away a potential chance to be happy. Now come on, make up your mind already. Are you gonna give the guy another chance or not?" He pressed, playfully but determinedly.

You look at his face for a moment before looking away again and sighing. "I'm not." You say quietly but firmly. "I'm not going on a second date with that guy." You clarify.

Bucky felt his jaw tighten a little as he realized that you had completely ignored his previous suggestion and were instead deciding against giving the guy a second chance.

He didn't like the idea of you potentially missing out on something good due to your own stubbornness, but he also knew that he couldn't force you to do anything you didn't truly want to do.

"Well, fuck. Guess that settles that then," He said after a moment of silence, trying to hide his disappointment but failing miserably. "You're really gonna just throw that opportunity away? Fine, suit yourself, I guess. But don't expect me to hold your hand or anything when you get sad because you're alone. You're on your own with that shit."

"I guess I am." You say quietly before getting up from the couch and going to the window, climbing into the emergency staircase to go up to the roof, like you do most nights to watch the stars.

Bucky watches you leave, feeling a mix of frustration and concern as he realizes that you're retreating to your usual spot on the roof rather than staying and talking to him.

He wants to call after you, to make sure you're okay, but he knows better than to push you if you need time alone.

Instead, he takes a deep breath and tries to focus on the present moment, reminding himself that sometimes people need space and time to themselves.

"Fine. Have it your way," he calls after you, knowing that there isn't much else he can do in this situation. "But don't think for a second that I won't be keeping an eye on you up there. You better not try anything stupid."

You roll your eyes but don't stop, going up to the roof, that's right above yours and Steve's apartment, and sitting on the picnic blanket you and Steve use every night.

After a few minutes someone else comes to the roof and you can tell it's Steve by the light steps. "You sure you want to let Bucky alone in our apartment, Stevie? I'm afraid he might burn it down." You joke weakly without turning around to look at him, your eyes locked in the city's skyline.

Steve chuckles and you can feel him sitting down next to you. It's not the first time you sit together on the roof, everybody in your apartment building knows this is the Rogers siblings' spot.

You don't say anything and neither does Steve, and you're especially glad he doesn't say anything when he sees a tear falling down your cheek but simply wraps his arm around you as you lay your head on his shoulder.

"What's going on in your head, little sis?" Steve asks you after you stop crying.

You try to gather your thoughts, trying to find a way to make sense of everything swirling in your head. You take a deep breath before you pull away slightly and turn your head towards the city again. "What should I say?" You ask quietly.

"When?" Steve asks with a frown.

"When I love someone." I clarify looking back at him.

"You should say it." He tells you firmly. It's not the first time you've talked about this, Steve knows about your feelings for Bucky and like a good big brother he always tells you to express yourself. "You should tell him."

You sigh and look away from him and back to the New York skyline. "I don't know, Stevie..."

"Why not, Bambi?" You smile softly at his use of your childhood nickname because Bambi is your favorite book, but then you shake your head.

"Have you seen the way he looks at Dot? I have no chance with him. I'm not his type." You say with conviction.

"You really don't see it?" Steve ask, getting a little frustrated.

"See what?" You ask confusedly while looking back at him.

"The difference between you and her is that he looks at her like she's the prettiest girl in the world," Steve says and your heart sinks so you look away from him, but he still goes on. "but when he looks at you it's like... It's like maybe you're magic. He looks at you with such reverence and respect. He looks at you like if he could just have you in his arms, everything would be okay. Like if he had you, nothing could touch him. He looks at you like he just realized what love is."

Steve pauses and grabs your chin gently to make you look at him before finishing. "He loves you. Anyone can see that. You're just too blind to notice it."

Steve kisses your forehead and then gets up and goes back inside to the apartment, leaving you to think about everything he said.

You lay down on the picnic towel on the ground of the roof and look up at the stars. Could Steve be right? Does Bucky really love you back but you just haven't noticed?

If Bucky had feelings for you, certainly you would've noticed.

Yes, he's protective of you and he's always happy to have you around, but you've been friends for over a decade and he is your brother's best friend, so he probably sees you as just that. His best friend's sister.

But he never did treat you like Steve's annoying little sister.

Even when you were kids he always tried to include you in their games and literally held your hand whenever the three of you went somewhere, like the park a few blocks over.

He would always coo on you when you got any scrapes while playing and kiss your boo-boos away.

He's always been very sweet to you and he stood up for you as much as he did for Steve whenever someone bothered you.

But could that really be actual love? Or is it just affection for a girl he's known since you were little and sees as his own little sister?

You rub your eyes before putting your hands behind your head, getting comfortable while looking at the sky full of stars.

In the meantime, Bucky heard everything from the window of your apartment.

He couldn't deny the truth of what Steve had said, he did look at you with a sense of reverence and respect, like you held the key to unlocking his heart and making everything else in his life fall into place.

But he also knew that he had to tread carefully, to approach you in the right way or risk scaring you off completely.

As much as he wanted to take control of the situation and make things happen on his terms, he knew that he needed to let you come to him, to give you space to process everything that Steve told you and to allow you time to realize how much you actually mean to him.

As Steve climbs back into the window, he gives Bucky a pointed look and a pat in the back, silently encouraging him to talk to you.

Bucky takes a deep breath and then climbs into the stairs, getting to the roof but not getting any closer to you. He's determined to talk to you, but his nerves are getting the best of him.

You can hear Bucky coming to the roof and when he doesn't move closer you frown slightly but think he's just giving you a moment before sitting next to you.

When he stays put for a couple of minutes, you roll your eyes and with a small smile you say "You can come lay down next to me, if you want." Loudly enough for him to hear, your eyes never leaving the stars above you.

Bucky's heart skips a beat as he hears your invitation, and without hesitation he steps forward and drops down onto the towel beside you.

You can tell he's trying to keep his movements quiet, not wanting to startle you or disturb your peaceful contemplation.

He lays there quietly for a few moments, taking in the sight of you lying there so effortlessly beautiful, before finally speaking.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to hear those words coming from your mouth," he whispers and moves closer to you, placing one arm around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder, feeling incredibly vulnerable by the fact that you were so physically close and you were allowing him to get even closer.

"Thanks for letting me do this," he added, indicating the embrace.

"It's not the first time we've watched the stars together, Buck..." You whisper back, resting your head on his while willing your heart to stop beating so fast.

Bucky smiles softly, feeling a warm sense of contentment wash over him as he wraps his arms around you, feeling incredibly grateful for this moment of intimacy between the two of you.

He can feel the gentle weight of your body against his, and it feels like the most natural thing in the world. He listens to the sound of your breathing, feeling his heartbeat slow down as he takes comfort in your presence.

"Yeah, it's not the first time... But it feels different tonight." He whispers back, feeling a newfound confidence and boldness coursing through his veins.

He moves even closer to you, pressing his face against your neck and inhaling deeply, savoring the scent of your skin. "I've always... I've always wanted to hold you like this."

"I... I always wanted you to..." You whisper back hesitantly and bite your lip when he presses his face against your neck, almost scared to move, worried that if you do it'll ruin the moment.

Bucky feels a surge of pleasure course through his body as he hears your response, knowing that you too cherished these special moments with him.

When you don't say anything at his physical contact he continues to hold you tightly, feeling a deep sense of connection growing between you.

He presses his lips against your neck, gently kissing and nibbling on your skin, feeling a newfound desire burning within him that he had never experienced before.

He wants more than anything to take things further, to remove your clothing and explore every inch of your body with his hands and mouth, but he forces himself to remain patient and wait for your signal that you actually want something more intimate.

"You know... I've always been afraid to show you how much I really care about you," he whispers into your ear, his voice barely audible over the sound of the city below them.

"Steve thinks you love me..." You say quietly, hoping to god that your idiot brother is right for once in his life.

Bucky freezes a little, feeling a mixture of relief and surprise wash over him. He's surprised at your boldness but so relieved that the truth is finally out there.

But he also knows you well enough to know that if he wants you to truly believe that he loves you, then he has to act quickly to prove it to you and make sure that you never doubt his feelings again.

"Yeah... I do love you, Doll. More than anything else in this world. And I'm sorry that I didn't say it sooner... But I was afraid to lose you." He admits quietly, as he takes your face in his hands.

"You really mean that?" You ask quietly, a mix of hope and uncertainty clear in your voice.

"I do." He says without hesitation while he looks at your beautiful face turned towards his. "And I want to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much I care about you."

The smile that comes to your face is so bright that it feels to Bucky like the sun suddenly came up in the middle of the night.

"I know you already gave me a birthday gift," He says, referring to the jacket you gave him this morning. "But can I ask you for one more?"

You're definitely curious about what he wants so you nod. "Sure, what is it?"

"Can you give me a birthday kiss?" He asks quietly while brushing a strand of hair aways from your face and behind your ear.

You blush a little and can't help but smile because he wants a birthday kiss from you, not Dot or any other girl, and you nod slowly as you start leaning in.

Bucky meets you halfway and when your lips touch it feels like fireworks, your stomach filling with butterflies while he brings you closer to him while deepening the kiss.

After a few minutes you both pull away for air, breathing heavily while looking at each other. "Wow." Is all he says after a moment.

You giggle and bite your lip. "Happy birthday, Bucky." You say softly and give him a kiss on the cheek before settling back against him, your head on his chest as you look up at the stars.

Bucky wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head and then relaxes while looking up too, more content than ever to finally have you in his arms.

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[lives-in-midgard]

Meeting Bucky's Family

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky introduces you to his family and his younger brother immediately likes you.

Word Count: 1155

Request: Hi I was wondering if you were up for writing a Bucky Barnes x reader fic where Bucky has a younger brother maybe 7or8 and Bucky and reader are dating and Bucky takes the reader home to meet his parents and his little brother saw the reader and had heart eyes like he was absolutely smitten by her. [Full request here]

Y/N: Thank you so much for requesting this. I hope you like it!

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Masterlist

On this day, you and Bucky would take a huge step in your relationship. Bucky wanted to introduce you to his family. Bucky and you have been dating for about four months and he thought it would be a good idea to introduce you to his family now. You were nervous but also excited to meet his parents, sister and his younger brother.

After Bucky picked you up, he drove to his parents’ house, his hand resting on your leg to comfort you. After a short drive, he parked his car in front of his parents’ house. It was a beautiful house with a big porch, lots of flowers and you could also see a tree with a treehouse. You started to smile and looked over to Bucky, who also started smiling at you.

“The house looks so beautiful.” Bucky smiled at you.

“Thanks, doll.”

“How about we go inside?” Bucky asked softly, knowing how nervous you were.

“Yeah, let’s go.” You said and Bucky smiled at you before opening his door and walking to the passenger side to open your door. He held out his hand to you. You chuckled and took his hand, then he raised your hand to his mouth and softly kisses the back of it softly.

“You really don’t have to be nervous, doll.” Bucky assured you, holding your hand.

“I know, but I can’t help it.” You said and Bucky smiled at you softly.

“Doll, they will love you, exactly like I do.”

“I love you so much.” You said and Bucky pulled you into a kiss. You smiled at each other when you pulled away.

“Are you ready?” Bucky asked and you nodded.

“Yeah, let’s meet your family.” You said with a smile and Bucky took your hand and led you to the house. You walked up the porch stairs and to the front door. Bucky looked over at you one more time before knocking on the door. It only took a few seconds before footsteps were heard from inside. Bucky squeezed your hand gently when the door suddenly opened. A woman opened the door and immediately had a big smile on her face when she saw you and Bucky.

“Mom, this is Y/n, my girlfriend.”

“Oh, it’s so wonderful to finally meet you.” She said with a smile, pulling you into a hug.

“It’s great to meet you too.” You said, the nerves starting fade as you walked into the living room with Bucky holding your hand and his mother in front of you. In the living room you meet Bucky’s father, who was also very nice to you.

“It’s so great to finally meet the girl James has told us so much about.”

“Ma.” Bucky mumbled and you giggled.

“What? That’s true.” Bucky shook his head out of embarrassment, while you found that very sweet.

“Where are Rebecca and Thomas?” Bucky asked.

“Oh, they should be here soon. Rebecca picks him up from a friend.” His mom answered and you started a conversation with his parents. They asked about your job, your hobbies, your family and you also asked them some questions. You enjoyed the conversation with Bucky and his parents. After a while a car was heard and a few seconds later Bucky’s siblings were heard entering the house. Suddenly Thomas ran into the living room.

“Bucky, you’re here.” He yelled as he ran over to Bucky, who giggled and hugged him tightly. While they were sharing this moment together, Bucky’s sister came towards you.

“Hey, you must be y/n, I’m Rebecca.” Bucky told you a lot about her and must have told her a lot about you too.

“Hey, it’s so nice to meet you.” You said and Rebecca went over to give you a hug. As you pulled away, you noticed Thomas looking up at you, smiling.

“Wow… who are you?” He asked and the others chuckled. You knelt in front of Thomas and smiled at him.

“I’m Y/n.”

“She is my girlfriend.” Bucky said and Thomas looked over at him.

“That’s your girlfriend?”

“Yeah, I told you about her buddy.”

“I know …but you didn’t tell me that she is so pretty.” Thomas said looking at Bucky. The others started to chuckle, and you started to blush.

“I think I did tell you that, Tommy.” Bucky’s brother looked back at you and took you hand.

“Can I show you our treehouse?” He asked with a smile and you were about to say yes when Bucky suddenly put his arms around you and pulled you onto his lap.

“Maybe later, buddy.” He said to his little brother. Bucky held you tightly, you turned to face him and kissed his check.

“Are you jealous, Sergeant?” You whispered into Bucky’s ear, and he just rolled his eyes.

Rebecca started a conversation with you, and you all chatted for a while until their mother went into the kitchen to finish dinner.

“Can I show you our treehouse now?” Thomas asked with a sad expression. You looked at Bucky who nodded.

“Sure, buddy.” You said, giving Bucky one last kiss and then standing up. Bucky’s little brother took your hand and walked with you to the door. Before you closed the door, you could hear Rebecca saying something to Bucky and their father.

“I think our little brother has a crush.” She said, giggling.

“Yeah, on my girlfriend.” Bucky said and started to laugh as well. Bucky’s little brother showed you their garden and then the treehouse that you had noticed when you arrived. He told you how much he enjoyed playing with Bucky in the garden and in the treehouse. He was telling you something about Bucky when you heard someone climbing up the treehouse ladder.

“Are you talking about me?” Bucky asked curiously when he looked into the house.

“Only good things, I promise.” Thomas said, making you both smile.

“Thank you, buddy.”

“Mom, wanted me to tell you that dinner is ready.”

“Oh, that’s great.” Bucky’s brother said, making his way out of the treehouse.

“I hope my brother isn’t bothering you, doll.”

“Of course not Bucky, he’s so cute.” You said, moving closer to him, so that you could kiss him.

“I’m really glad that you and my family get along so well.” Bucky said after the kiss.

“Me too.” You smiled at Bucky and then kissed him again, but this time the kiss became more passionate.

“Doll, I think we should go inside before someone interrupts us.” Bucky said after a few minutes. You giggled and then said.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

You went back inside while holding Bucky’s hand. You had a great day and really enjoyed meeting Bucky’s family. They like you too and you were already invited to a movie night next week. You look forward to seeing them again and hope that Bucky gets along with your family as well as you do with his.

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