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#Bucky Barnes
jadedvibes · 17 hours ago
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Summary: You broke up with Bucky right before college to pursue your career goals across the country. You didn’t think the first time you’d see him again years later would be in your office after he was arrested for a crime you know he didn’t commit.
Pairing: Beefy ex!Bucky x lawyer!reader
Warnings: 18+ only, smut, unprotected slightly rough possessive sex, so much fluff, exes to lovers, touch of angst with a definite happy ending, some criminal procedure, mentions of a drug, sketchy police behavior, alcohol, swearing, beefy!bucky (he always needs a warning).
Word Count: 8.7k
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You met Bucky Barnes for the first time when you were eleven years old. You started middle school in Brooklyn halfway through the year, and he immediately took a liking to you. He walked you to all the classes you had together, always let you cut him in line for food at lunch if you wanted, and he and his best friend Steve Rogers made sure no one bullied you since you were the new kid.
It was apparent to everyone that he had a crush on you, but back then you thought boys were gross, rightfully so, and you made sure he knew that. He respected that and offered you his friendship in response.
Both he and Steve were the greatest friends a gal could have. The pair helped you acclimate to your new home, and you knew it wouldn’t have been as smooth of a transition without them.
However, things changed when you got to high school — boys were no longer gross, and you started to see your dark-haired friend in a different light. His sweet chivalrous nature no longer annoyed you, instead it made you swoon. You felt crazy, but you finally let him in on your crush when you asked him to the Sadie Hawkins dance. He said yes, and admitted that he was hoping you would ask him.
It turns out your crush wasn’t one-sided, he secretly liked you for years. Steve claimed he knew that it was only a matter of time before you both finally got together.
You fell in love with him when you were 15, and you dated all throughout high school. He was the sweetest boyfriend and both of your families loved the two of you together. Everyone knew you two were it for each other, but your parents still warned you to be careful because they knew about the big plans you had for your future.
He proposed to you the summer before you left for college and everything in your heart wanted to say yes because you had never known a love like his. His adoration was all consuming, but you were afraid of what it could do to your goals. You knew you were going to California to attend your dream school, then law school after that.
You had plans, and a love like that was never a part of them. Letting go of Bucky was the hardest thing you ever had to do because it didn’t end due to anyone’s fault. No, you loved him with all that you were, but you had to let him go to become all that you wanted to be.
You went off to school on the other side of the country and tried to forget about the boy that held your heart. Over time, it became a little easier to forget all the memories you shared, but his hold on your heart, well that always remained.
You distracted yourself with other guys, but nobody ever felt right. You wondered if you romanticized the past, and that was why all other men paled in comparison to your first love. There had to be a logical explanation for why you had never found another love as sweet and pure, but you knew it was because you had never met anyone like Bucky.
After nearly eight years away you were offered a high paying job back in your hometown. Your old friend Steve was even a lawyer there. You didn’t tell anyone that you applied for the job and were extensively interviewed to get it, mainly because you didn’t want to explain your reasoning for wanting the position in the first place.
Coming back home felt like the right move for you. You had experienced so much, and you were ready to settle down near your family again, maybe near old friends too. After all, you always felt like a piece of you stayed behind in Brooklyn.
That was three months ago, and in that time you had made a name for yourself as a strong criminal defense attorney. You also knew now that you were back in Brooklyn you might eventually run into Bucky, and that thought made you anxious for a multitude of reasons. There was no denying you had hurt him, and that you were wrong for doing so.
However, you didn’t think the first time you’d see him after all these years would be in your law office’s conference room for your nine a.m. meeting. He sat there looking forlorn and defeated staring at the table. Perhaps he was tagging along with a potential client?
The sight of him washed memories of simpler times over you, but before you could reminisce, Steve called out your name.
“Hey Y/N you’re just in time, Bucky was arrested last night. They found cocaine in his auto shop. Sorry, I didn’t have the time to brief you, I had to bail him out early this morning, and it’s all been quite the nightmare.”
Your heart stopped. Bucky was arrested? There’s no way any of that could be true.
You turned around so Bucky couldn’t see you through the glass walls. “Wait, Steve, there has to be a mistake. He wouldn’t… there’s no way. And are you sure I should go in there? It seems like you have this um handled?” You rambled out because you were not ready to face him, especially not in these circumstances.
“I added this to your schedule because honestly Y/N, I need your help. You know him, you know he’s not capable of something like this, and you’re one of the best defenders we have. I could really use your help here because it’s not looking good for him.”
“What happened?”
“Someone credible tipped off the police last night that Bucky was involved with drug trafficking, and that his auto shop was his base of operations. When the police got there, Bucky was finishing up on a car and they showed him a warrant to search the premises. They brought drug sniffing dogs and everything. Somehow they found enough drugs locked in one of his cars to charge him with a felony, so they arrested him on site. It was weird, Buck said it seemed like they knew exactly where the drugs were located beforehand.”
You could not believe what you were hearing. This was a lot to get thrown into. “Steve, of course I want to help but he and I have history. We haven’t spoken in a long time, and I don’t know if it’s such a good idea that this be the first time we reconnect.”
“Don’t you think I know that? He’s my best friend. This is an all hands on deck kind of situation. Obviously, I can’t force you to help, but if you could help keep him out of jail, wouldn’t you want to?”
Steve knew how to make an argument — you couldn’t get out of this one. You nodded your head, “Yes, of course, you’re right. Lead the way.”
You followed him into the conference room to meet the one you left behind all those years ago. He didn’t notice the two of you walk in, too caught up in his own thoughts, and that gave you the opportunity to take a good look at him.
Bucky had grown up, or more specifically, he became a man. He sat there taking up the small chair with his broad shoulders and muscular body; somehow he grew up even more attractive than you had imagined. He also rocked a short scruffy beard, a stark contrast from the teenager who couldn’t grow a moustache. He changed tremendously yet still felt all too familiar and the sight of him so close to you made your heart race.
“Sorry to keep you waiting, pal. I had to get all the right information on the charges. I know you remember Y/N, she’ll be working on the case alongside me,” Steve said.
Bucky lit up when he heard your name, but when he saw you he didn’t know what the hell he should do. He didn’t think standing up and shaking your hand was the right move and he couldn’t fathom coming around and hugging you — not when he felt like crap and looked so rough after spending the night in jail.
You experienced a different apprehension and uncertainty because you didn’t know how he felt about you after all this time. Did he hate me or was he annoyed to see me on his case? Opting to avoid the issue altogether you wrapped your arms around your padfolio and walked towards the chair on the opposite side of the table. “Hi, Bucky,” you said as confidently as you could.
He tried to mirror your professional demeanor but he couldn’t help but crack a soft grin when you said his name, “Hi, Y/N.” God, I missed her.
You smiled at your first love and childhood friend. He returned the smile sincerely, a striking difference from the gloomy look he had before you walked into the room.
Steve interjected, unintentionally breaking the little trance you had fallen under with Bucky. “Okay man, I’m gonna give it to you straight. They seized enough drugs to put you away for at least a couple years. Our best move now is to come up with alternative grounds for why the drugs were there, like maybe someone planted them. They were found inside one of your personal vehicles inside your property, so that makes it more difficult, but can you think of anyone that would want to frame you?”
Bucky forgot Steve existed for a minute, barely listening to him speak. He was still caught up in the fact that you were there, looking so enchanting. She’s so lovely, she grew up so beautifully.
Steve cleared his throat to regain Bucky’s attention and heat immediately rushed to your cheeks as you shyly looked away from your ex’s intense gaze. Was he checking me out?
Quietly chuckling to himself, “You haven’t even asked if I did it, Stevie.”
Steve huffed out a breath, “I know I don’t have to.”
Bucky shook his head, his best friend’s loyalty was unyielding. “I have no idea why anyone would want to do this. I run a clean and simple business.”
“Do you have any enemies or maybe rival businesses that would want to hurt you?” you asked, hoping to get a better understanding.
His heart beat a little faster, hearing your honeyed voice again. Get it together, Bucky. She’s trying to help your case.
After a moment of contemplation, “Well I know John Walker, another mechanic, has a shop he opened up that hasn't been doing well. I’ve even heard that he took out a big loan with the mob, but I don’t know if that’s true. His business has been slow while I just opened up another garage because of demand,” he said while staring at the table. He couldn’t bring himself to look at you for too long, the last few hours had been exhausting, and adding you to the mix made him feel overwhelmed.
“Buck, that could very well be the motive for planting the drugs. If he knocked out the top competitor in the area then he’d be able to improve his business.” Steve said determinedly.
“Yeah B, that should give us a good start. Do you have cameras at your shop?” you asked, not noticing the nickname roll off your tongue.
Bucky blinked in surprise, he noticed. “Yeah, the police already took that but my system backs up the recordings online. I’ll give you guys the login.”
“Okay great, I doubt they’re looking through the camera recordings that intently since they already have all the evidence they need against you. That’s what Y/N and I will do today. Why don’t you take my car and head home, get some sleep,” Steve suggested.
“You’ve been up just as long as me, why don’t we both go.”
Before Steve could deny the idea, you chimed in. “That’s a great idea, Steve. Why don’t you go home and freshen up, maybe get a nap in. In the meantime I’ll look through the camera feed. I know we need to be quick about this, but you could use a little rest.”
Steve looked at you with furrowed brows and a disapproving frown, “It’s Bucky, Y/N. I need to be here for this, I didn’t ask you to come in to take over.”
“You look like a zombie, you’ll be better able to help after you get some sleep. Leave all your files and information, I’ll clear my schedule for the day so that I can work on just this. I’ll also make a couple calls to see where the prosecution is in the process.”
Bucky was astonished by your willingness to help. “You don’t have to do that, Y/N.”
“I know you didn’t do this, Buck. You guys head out, I’ll call Steve if I make any developments.”
Steve sighed deeply, he knew you were right and he trusted you to stay on top of things. “Fine, but I’ll be back this afternoon.”
“I figured as much.”
With that the two of them left, Bucky gave you an awkward head nod and a bashful smile on his way out.
┈┈┈┈┈・・
“Damnit Steve, a bit of a warning would have been nice,” Bucky groaned dramatically.
“At what point in this hectic situation would you have liked that warning? Also what good would it have done? You had enough on your plate, I didn’t need you to be anxious over seeing Y/N.”
“Better to blindside me with the one that got away then,” he scoffed as he got in Steve’s car.
“Are you kidding me? It’s been years, pal. You’ve dated plenty, and aren’t you seeing someone now?” Steve asked in disbelief as he pulled on his seatbelt.
“Dating and loving are different, and no I’m not seeing anyone. Probably for the best, ’m not sure who’d be lining up to be with a criminal anyway,” he muttered.
“You haven’t committed a crime, and you haven’t been found guilty — you’re not a criminal.”
“For now,” he whispered as he looked out the window.
┈┈┈┈┈・・
You logged onto Bucky’s security system account and tried to watch the tapes of the night of the search. Weirdly, the camera glitched during the afternoon, and there were no recordings during the drug bust. Taking note of that for later, you went back to the videos taken two weeks prior. You knew it was likely that any person that might have done this would have scoped out the shop beforehand.
It seemed like everyone that came in and out of the area that the drugs were found in were Bucky’s employees. Their clothes had Barnes Auto written on it with the shop’s old school insignia. The only person that came in the area without the proper attire was a pretty dark-haired woman.
Two weeks ago you saw her come in and out of Bucky’s office a great deal. On top of that, she constantly, almost purposefully, crossed the area where his car was located. The recordings also showed her walking out of the garage awfully close to Bucky, and you would be lying if you said the sight didn’t sting a little.
You knew you had no claim over the man, not in the slightest, but that didn’t take the dull ache in your heart away. Especially not after seeing him for the first time in so long, looking as handsome as he did.
Opting to forget about that and focus on your task, you soon realized that the woman did not return once in the last week. She was the only one that seemed out of the ordinary in the specified area. Maybe she had something to do with this?
You wondered if your suspicions had anything to do with the tinge of jealousy you felt when you saw them together. However, you had a hunch, and you knew those were rarely wrong. You texted Steve to ask Bucky about the woman — the timing of it all was questionable and worth looking into.
Next you started to ponder how the police were tipped off. You couldn’t figure out what reliable source would implicate Bucky and know exactly where the drugs were located. It would take a legitimate cause for a judge to issue a search warrant; unless it wasn’t a valid warrant in the first place.
Before you could get into it too deeply, Steve returned looking clean and a little bit better. You didn’t realize it, but it was afternoon and you had been working for hours. He brought you a late lunch, and sat down so that you could fill him in on your findings.
“So you think Olivia had something to do with this? Buck said she left him a week ago. He didn’t get into the details too much, but apparently it wasn’t a good match.”
“Don’t you think that’s weird, the um her leaving in the last week of all times and the missing tapes? Not them being a bad match.” you asked as casually as you could, hiding any feelings you might have about Bucky’s dating situation.
Steve noticed your sly attempt and decided to mess with you a little. “No, he’s had a big turnover rate lately. She was probably another one of many vying for the spot to be next to him, but you saw the other videos and you think it’s odd. I trust your judgement, so what’s our move?”
You couldn’t help but feel jealous over hearing about Bucky’s plentiful dating life, but you knew that was ridiculous. You broke it off long ago, you had to let it go.
You shrugged it all off, “I think we should find Olivia and question her.” The thought of meeting Bucky’s former paramour felt less than great, but you knew it was necessary. “This is discovery time, let’s talk to some people. Personally, I want to hit up Walker’s place too.”
“Let’s give Buck a break on finding her, I know the way to his auto shop. Let’s head there first.”
You stood up with purpose, but then got a look at the wall clock. “Ah crap, look at the time. I know they close early today, so why don’t we go first thing in the morning? We can meet here then drive together,” you suggested.
Steve reluctantly nodded his head in agreement. “I hate not being able to do anything. But okay, yes that works.”
“At least we have a place to start. Do you want to look into the police reports some more and start compiling a case with me?
“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep until we do.”
┈┈┈┈┈・・
The more you read the evidence you had, the more it seemed like Bucky really did it.
Steve got upset after a while so he stepped out to take a walk and clear his head to come up with a new strategy.
It was frustrating, Officer Hoskins, who wrote one of the reports, claimed that Bucky was belligerent, aggressive, and evasive when they arrived at the shop. Nearly everything in the report was stacked against Bucky, and it vilified him in a way you couldn’t believe.
Before you could stand up to clear your head as well you saw Bucky saunter into the conference room wearing a blue henley with dark jeans, holding a bag of food from your favorite burger joint.
“Hey, I thought you guys could use a little break. I had a feeling you’d still be at it,” he let out a nervous chuckle. He stood at the opposite end of the long table awkwardly, unsure of whether he should come closer to you or not.
You had been working for nearly 12 hours, and your mental state was waning. You didn’t feel as confident about his innocence anymore, so you blurted out the question that had been gnawing at you. “Why did you store the drugs in your own car, and what were you planning to do with them?”
Bucky’s eyes widened and his breath hitched in his throat. He took a second to reply, “Wow, Y/N I thought you knew I didn’t do this, you’ve known me for so long. Why the hell would I do this?” he asked, trying to keep his cool but unable to hide the irritation in his voice.
“No Bucky, I knew you; I haven’t known you in years. I have no idea who you’ve become.”
He scoffed, “You seriously think I’ve changed? That I am capable of what — drug trafficking?”
“It doesn’t matter what I think, it’s my job to defend you regardless of your alleged guilt.”
“So that’s how it’s going to be, huh?” he asked rhetorically. “I’m not speaking to the Y/N that I fell in love with all those years ago, any more am I?” He paused, “I now see what you meant, you’re so concerned with how much I’ve changed but you don’t realize you’ve become nearly unrecognizable. The Y/N I knew would know I’m incapable of something like this. I’ve never committed a crime in my life. I even joined the military before taking over my dad’s business.”
Instant regret overcame you as his words seeped in. Of course you had changed a great deal in the last few years, but you had hoped that you were still the same person at your core. In that moment you realized you were wrong; he had only become a better version of himself. There was no way he did it.
Stuttering a breath, “Buck, I’m sorry… I will do everything I can to help you out of this, I just —,”
He cut you off before you could continue, “You know, a lot of what I did was partially done in the hope of becoming worthy of you.
Your heartbeat increased, did he still care for you? “I don't know what to say, I don't know what you want now.”
“Yes you do — it’s the same thing I’ve always wanted.”
He still cared. “Come on, you just said it yourself. I’m not that person anymore, maybe you are but I’m definitely not.”
“Maybe you’re right.”
Your face fell at that, but it was true. Before you could respond he muttered, “then why can’t I let you go?”
Taken aback, you stared at him in disbelief as your heart rate refused to slow down. “You did let me go, you didn’t ask me to stay,” you murmured with a soft, shaky voice.
He walked around the table so that he could stand right in front of you. “How could I? And run the risk that you’d actually listen? Becoming a criminal defense attorney was your dream since middle school, Y/N. Plus, it’s not like you asked me to follow you either.”
“I thought we were young and stupid. I couldn’t ask you to leave your dad’s shop especially when he was so sick at the time. It would’ve been selfish.”
“Well I wish you were selfish, at least then you’d be mine,” he said frankly.
“It wasn’t meant to be, we couldn’t ask so much of each other. Our lives were going in different directions.”
He paused to consider your words, they were the truth, but it still hurt. “So you thought about it, us working it out and getting married?” he asked with downcast eyes.
You placed your hand on his forearm, “I thought about all of it, how could I not? I loved you too, but it was bad timing. Even if I said yes the odds of us working out weren’t great, we were just kids.”
He gently wrapped his rough calloused hand over yours. “You know that’s not true, I would’ve done anything to make it work. You say it like it was a rash decision, as if I barely knew you and I acted impulsively.”
You exhaled deeply, “Bucky, it doesn’t matter anymore. We can’t do this. We made our choices, now I’m your attorney and this definitely cannot happen.”
“You didn’t give me a choice at all. You left without giving me a fighting chance.”
“Because I knew that if I let you try to convince me, there was no way I could leave without you,” you murmured. You looked down, thinking about loosening your hand from his grip, but then realizing somehow you had your fingers intertwined with his.
Bucky tilted your chin up with his free hand so that he could look into your brilliant eyes. “You are the love of my life, Y/N. There was never another like you. You took my heart and soul away from me the day you left — but maybe there’s still a chance for us.”
“I’m sorry, I wish things could have been different, but we can’t,” you said, reluctantly stepping back and fully pulling away from his warmth. “Maybe everything happened for a reason. I got my dream job, you turned your dad’s shop into a successful business. None of those things would’ve happened if we stayed together.”
“I guess you’re right, it’s just hard to remember that when you’re here now. All I can think about is the time we lost, and what we could’ve been.”
Before you could continue your conversation, Steve walked back in, unable to sense the tension in the room.
“Did you bring burgers? Thanks buddy.” He patted Bucky on the back and grabbed the bag before sitting down.
“Listen I’m gonna go, I don’t think there’s much else we can do tonight. You guys do whatever you want. I’ll see you in the morning, Steve. Bye Buck.” You grabbed your belongings and rushed out the door.
“What was that about?” Steve asked as he took a bite of his burger.
“Oh she accused me of committing the crime, and I professed my love for her.”
Steve choked on his burger, “What?!” he croaked out.
“Uh yeah, I think I blew it. Maybe I should’ve eased into it a bit. Seeing her brought back so many feelings though. I’ve always known that if I was ever given the chance again, I wouldn’t let her go easily. She told me it’s not possible though, now that she’s my lawyer. What a stupid rule,” Bucky huffed out.
Steve chuckled at his friend's annoyance, “I think there’s a rule that if you had relations prior to the client-lawyer relationship it may be kosher, but it might’ve changed. It’s probably best to wait it out.”
“I’d wait my whole life for her, what’s a little while longer.”
“I thought you were over her.”
“I never said that. I just stopped talking about her after a while because it made it easier.”
Steve nodded, “Well, she put in a lot of work for you today. She saw you with Olivia, and it kinda seemed like she might’ve been a little jealous. Perhaps there’s hope for you yet.”
Bucky lit up at the thought of that, he couldn’t help but smile to himself. “Well let’s keep me out of jail first, maybe then I can work with that.”
┈┈┈┈┈・・
Steve pulled in front of the auto shop, and parked his car. “So first thing when we get in there, we ask for Walker.”
You nodded your head, “Yeah, we can ask if he knows anything about what happened with Bucky. He’s technically not involved, but we’re allowed to talk to people who might have information about the situation.”
“Perfect, lead the way.”
As he opened the door to let you in, you walked up to the receptionist’s desk. There sat a dark-haired woman with meek eyes. She didn’t bother looking up to greet you, and at that moment you noticed that her name tag said “Olivia”. It took you a second, but you realized she was the same woman from the security tapes. She was dressed differently than she was when you saw her with Bucky, opting for a more modest and darker clothing style.
You nudged Steve, and he looked at you then got a good look at Olivia. He immediately registered her as the woman from Bucky’s shop.
Before you could speak to her, John Walker turned the corner and stepped into the reception area. He looked at you, then Steve, and realized who you both were. The black suits you both were wearing also made it easier to deduce your occupations.
“I want a lawyer,” Walker stated determinedly as he crossed his arms and attempted to look menacing.
You let out a laugh. “Um, okay here we are.”
“Olivia, don’t say a word, you have the right to remain silent.”
You looked at Steve, and he looked down at you. The two of you couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. John wasn’t under arrest, this wasn’t an interrogation, but he was acting like he had something to hide.
Before you could utter another word, Olivia broke the silence.
“He made me do it! John told me I had to get access to Bucky’s security system or else he would lose his whole business, he owes a lot of money to some sketchy people. It was duress, I didn’t do anything! I didn’t even know what was in the bag,” she blurted out.
“You put the bag in Bucky’s car?” Steve inquired.
“Well yeah, but John drove me there and made me.”
“Olivia shut up!” John shouted out. “None of that is true, none of it. You’ll be hearing from my attorney.”
“Lemar was in on it too, he’s an old buddy of Walker’s and he convinced him to falsify the report at the scene,” Olivia volunteered with abandon.
Shaking your head in disbelief, “Uh Steve, let’s get out of here. I think we have a couple phone calls to make.”
┈┈┈┈┈・・
Things moved swiftly after speaking with the prosecutor and the police. You and Steve were able to clear Bucky’s name from all charges.
Steve could not be happier, and he wanted to be the first to head over to Bucky’s to tell him the good news. However, before he could head out he stopped and thought about what a good opportunity this could be for his best friend.
“Y/N, I was going to go to Bucky’s, but do you maybe want to be the one to tell him in person? I just realized I uh have an important meeting I need to get to, like right now.”
“Um, sure… you could just call him though, right?”
“This feels like news you deliver in person, I think. Here, I’ll write down his address for you.” He scribbled the address on a piece of paper and handed it to you, not leaving any room for arguments.
You shrugged, “Okay, Steve.” Grabbing your briefcase you headed towards your car.
The thought of being alone with Bucky made you feel nervous, but then you remembered who he was. The guy who always carried your books and watched out for you. The guy who made sure you never felt alone, never felt unloved during your adolescence. Even now, he was the guy that was unafraid of baring his soul to you and telling you how he felt, making you feel his love that never left.
You also couldn’t believe he went into the military and took over the business thinking those things would add to his worthiness. He was worth everything and more to you, simply because he was himself. Kind, loyal, silly, and so soft with your heart, no one else could ever compete. You regretted not telling him that.
You blinked a couple times, until it finally clicked — you never stopped loving him.
Feeling a newfound excitement about being the one to tell Bucky the good news, you parked your car in front of his house and took a deep breath as rain started to drizzle on your windshield.
The next decision you made could very well change the trajectory of your life.
As you knocked and waited outside his door, you felt nothing but calm. You were ready to be with the one your heart always knew you were meant to be with.
Bucky opened the door and looked at you with raised eyebrows. He didn’t expect to see you at his place. “Y/N hey, did something happen? Please come in, Steve didn’t call me about anything?” He stepped aside to let you into his beautiful brownstone
“Yeah, he got caught up. He wanted me to deliver the good news in person.” You walked in, taking off your slightly wet raincoat, smiling at him. He looked so good in his olive green sweater.
He beamed back at you as he took your jacket, directing you towards his couch as he hung it up. “Good news?”
You sat down and he sat next to you, a couch cushion apart. “Olivia and Walker set you up. Olivia did most of the dirty work under John’s guidance. I’m really sorry Bucky, but she confessed right when she saw Steve and I this morning. We called the right people, and another police officer went and questioned the pair officially. The prosecutor agreed to throw out the case, there are no charges against you now.”
Bucky breathed a giant sigh of relief, you could see the stress literally melt off of him.
Having you in his house was enough to make him happy, but hearing that there would be no case and that he was totally a free and clear man meant the whole world. “Thank you so so much for coming to tell me! I can’t believe it. The last two days have been so hectic, I was so afraid, but that worked out better than I could’ve imagined.” He reached out to grab your hand, grateful for no longer being in his predicament.
“Yeah, nothing to worry about anymore. Sorry about Olivia though, she was Walker’s receptionist, sucks that it couldn’t work out for you both,” you muttered, unintentionally squeezing his hand a little tightly.
“You sound really broken up about it… maybe a little jealous, but I know that’s crazy,” he teased.
You smiled sheepishly in response, “Nothing like that, B.”
An adorable smile graced his lips, “So I guess that means you’re not my lawyer anymore huh?” he asked, looking deep into your eyes.
“Correct, ‘m not your lawyer anymore,” you whispered, following his train of thought.
He tried to keep his cool, knowing now that there was nothing keeping you apart but yourselves.
“Well cool, do you want to stay for a bit, or do you need to get back to work?” Bucky wasn’t sure what he should do again. It wasn’t every day that he was cleared of a crime and the girl he always dreamed of spending his life with showed up at his door. He didn’t want to let you go.
“I could stay, I cleared my schedule for the week to work on the case, so there’s nothing pressing to get back to.”
“Great, do you want me to order up a pizza and crack open a bottle of wine? It’d be nice to catch up.”
“Yes, I’d love that.”
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After swiftly starting up the fireplace across from the couch, Bucky ordered a pizza from one of your favorite old spots. The two of you settled in with the best red wine, ready to get to know each other again.
Unsurprisingly, the conversation flowed easily, there was so much to learn about each other. Neither of you were exactly the same anymore; a lot of life had happened in the last decade. The last time the two of you were together, you could hardly call yourselves adults. You reflected on how you thought you knew so much about the world at 18. He told you a bit about his time in the military, and how much that made him grow up. You told him about all your years in school, and all that you did afterwards.
You both spoke about the random things that you experienced that made up who you were now.
Together, you both addressed the need for separating when you were younger; it made you both become the best versions of yourself.
You liked the person he became. He was always the best guy, but he grew up to be such a determined, kind, and amazing man.
When he got up to grab another bottle of wine he took a moment to appreciate the sight of you in his home; he thought you looked like you belonged there. You had taken off your heels and had your legs tucked under you — the slit on your black pencil skirt riding higher due to your seating position. Did you know how sexy you looked?
Throughout the afternoon you got closer and closer, literally and physically. By the time the sun had set there was hardly any space between the two of you on the couch. Like magnets, you both felt a pull towards each other that nothing could repel. Somehow his arm made its way behind your couch cushion, and you leaned into him from time to time.
There was a delightful familiarity you felt when you were with him. Even if you were no longer the same people, being near him felt easy, effortless. He knew you in ways most people never would.
Bucky felt the same way, it was all so normal and comfortable. And now that he was near you again, he couldn’t stop trying to make you smile, it had been far too long that he had gone without seeing it. He loved seeing you happy, content, and smiling. It was the most beautiful sight in the world to him.
He missed this, being with someone you feel safe to be your truest self with — he missed you.
Bucky realized he was wrong when he told you that you had become unrecognizable, and he wanted to make that right.
“I’m sorry for what I said at your office. You’re still you. Obviously you’ve grown into someone even more amazing and wonderful, but the girl I loved is still in there,” he whispered.
You met his ocean blue eyes, “I’m sorry too, B. The stress of the situation got the better of me, I shouldn’t have accused you. I knew better.” He nodded his head, he understood.
Bucky let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “I’m also sorry that I let it slip that I still have feelings for you,” he blushed under your gaze, the wine releasing his inhibitions ever so slightly.
“I’m not.”
Oh, you’re not.
“I appreciated the honesty, I like how I never have to guess where I stand with you.”
“Well I wish I could say the same about you,” he nudged your shoulder playfully and let out a laugh.
You narrowed your eyes and smirked at him, then you reached down to play with his fingers. “Why do you think I put your case at the forefront of everything, B,” you whispered. He intertwined his fingers with yours.
“Why do you think I let Steve pretend he had a meeting, so that I could come over and tell you the news myself?” you asked rhetorically, looking into his dark and dilated pupils. He was so close to you, his soft pink lips inviting you in. “Why do you think I came back to Brooklyn at all... ”
Bucky gasped in surprise, he couldn’t believe it. He reached out and cupped your cheek, you placed your hand over his and held his gaze. He looked deeply into your sparkling eyes, as if he wanted to memorize the look of adoration you held just for him. You saw nothing but pure love and desire reflecting back to you. “You were always worthy of my love, you’ve always had it,” you said.
Remagnetized and unable to fight the pull, your lips met his for a warm passionate kiss. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush against his beefy body as his tongue begged for yours to part. Letting him in, you placed your hands behind his neck and deepened the kiss.
You and Bucky had shared at least a thousand kisses in the past, but none like this.
None full of this much desire, want, and need. Never a kiss filled with such emotion and love. His hands roamed over your body, touching, kneading, trying to remind himself this was real — that you came back for him.
Slowly pulling back, you smiled as he chased your lips. You reached down to bunch your skirt up so that you could properly straddle his thick thighs. Understanding your intention, he manhandled you on top of him with ease. Fuck, that was hot. He was so much stronger than he used to be, and the thought of what he could do to you with muscles like that made your body buzz with desire.
You hadn’t realized you were biting your lip as you ogled him until he gently smoothed your bottom lip free with his thumb. You kissed the pad of his thumb, and he smiled at how adorable you were. He placed his hands on your waist, and trailed one arm up the length of your spine until it finally rested on the back of your neck. He pulled you into him, taking charge and guiding your lips to his.
The touch of his tongue set your body on fire, making you tingle in places you hadn’t in a while. He squeezed your hip and pulled you down hard against his tightening jeans — you grinded steadily against his growing erection. Fuck, was he always that big?
You kissed along his scruffy jawline, down his throat, nipping and sucking as you went.
Bucky groaned, “Baby, baby wait. Are you drunk?” he asked as he halted your movement, unwilling to take advantage of the situation.
“No, it would take a lot more than that to get me drunk.” you answered honestly. “Are you?”
“Not at all, and I’m glad because I want to remember every moment of this.” He leaned in to kiss you again, wrapping his strong arms around your waist.
Threading your hands in his hair, you kissed him back, soft and tender. There was no rush, not after all the time you spent without him.
The kisses slowly grew hotter and heavier, your hands tugging at his hair as you grinded against him again. The friction against your lace-covered core became too much. You couldn’t take it any longer, you needed him, pulling away you whispered against his lips, “Can I ride you, Buck?”
He nodded his head eagerly and leaned back on his sectional, giving you the space to do what you wanted. You speedily unzipped your skirt and slid it off, taking off the rest of your clothes as quickly as possible. Bucky followed suit, removing his clothes, watching you with a big grin — you were always so eager for him. You scrunched your nose when you saw him taking you in, “See something you like?” you teased, hovering over his lap.
“Mhmm, very much,” he pulled you down on top of him so that you could feel all of him, right against your dripping wet heat. He kissed his way down your neck, stopping to suck and knead your breasts harshly with his tongue and large warm hands. You whimpered as you gripped his hair and held him in place. He lavished your chest with kisses, unafraid of leaving a mark.
Unable to feel the emptiness inside of you any longer, you pushed him, making him release you. Bucky laid back but kept his hands on your hips to steady you, watching as you lined yourself up with his length and sunk down slowly, releasing a shuddering gasp as he filled you up completely.
You took a moment to adjust to his size — he really was bigger than you remembered. He stretched you out in the most satisfying way, the delicious pressure from being so full of him turned you on even more. Eagerly, you leaned forward and placed your hands on his broad shoulders, using him as leverage as you started to bounce on his thick cock.
Bucky’s hips moved instinctively, as he tightly gripped your hips and thrust into you, unable to control himself because he needed you too.“You feel so fucking perfect.” Bucky watched with admiration as the love of his life took what she wanted from him. “Fuck, use me pretty girl, just like that,” and you did, circling your hips and taking what you needed. He couldn’t be happier as he watched you ride him like you were meant to. He rubbed small circles over your clit when he felt your warm walls squeeze around him.
The coil tightened as a sudden orgasm took you over, making your body tremble with your release.
Grabbing the back of your neck he pulled your lips to his, pouring every emotion he felt into the bruising kiss. He pulled away to look at you in awe, his gorgeous sweet girl coming down from her high.
As your heavy breathing slowed down you felt Bucky sit up with his hard cock still inside of you. Crap, he didn’t cum.
You giggled as you looked at him, disheveled and handsome. “Sorry, B… just give me another minute and I’ll—,”
He flashed you a soft grin, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.” Bucky hooked his hands behind your thighs and stood up as if you weighed nothing.
He walked you back towards the wall behind you, gently pressing you up against it. Placing a hand behind your head and keeping you pinned to the wall with his solid body, he kissed you fervently. Then he dropped his hand back under your thigh and snapped his hips into you with a hard thrust — with deep, steady strokes, he reclaimed your body as his. He knew you belonged together, and he never wanted to be without you again.
“Whose pussy is this, baby?” he groaned against the shell of your ear as he pounded into you.
“Yours Bucky, only yours,” you cried out, while he took you higher than you had ever been. Feeling weightless and under his control turning you on even more. He swallowed your gasps as he kissed you, murmuring sweet praises against your lips.
“That’s a good girl, taking me so well — missed this pussy so much. Missed you so much,” he managed to mutter out between his heavy breaths.
Bucky took you apart, striking every spot, giving you everything you needed with his rough unwavering thrusts. “Now cum for me, my love,” he rubbed your swollen clit and you could have sworn your soul left your body. “Buc-” you screamed, clutching his shoulders and squeezing your eyes shut as fireworks bursted behind your eyelids. Clenching down hard on his cock as wave after wave of pleasure rushed through your body.
A soft grunt escaped his lips as he felt your tight walls squeeze around him, and after a couple more hard thrusts Bucky finally emptied himself deep inside you — where he belonged.
The two of you wore matching satisfied smiles as you caught your breaths. After a moment, he carried you back to his room and sat you down on his bathroom counter. He didn’t want to let you go just yet, but he wanted to cuddle with you, and the two of you needed a shower after that little marathon. As the water warmed up, he stepped in between your parted legs and tilted your chin up so he could see your tired eyes.
“Think you can walk to the shower?” he asked teasingly.
“Mm no, B, you can carry me though.”
“Whatever my girl wants,” he pecked your lips and picked you up as you wrapped your arms around his neck and lazily kissed him. Standing under the large rainfall shower head, he held you in his arms, incapable of wiping the giant grin off his face.
The warm water washed the tiredness away a bit, and you asked him to finally put you down.
When you were younger, sex with Bucky was always rushed. Even though you were 18, it wasn’t something your parents approved of, so you rarely got the time to savor it whenever you found the time to get intimate.
Today though, Bucky cherished every moment. He took care of you without a concern for anything else in the world. The intimacy you shared was everything you wished for and so much more.
He gently washed your body, and you helped him wash his own too; you particularly enjoyed running your hands over his broad chest, defined abs, and well-built back.
“Buck, you know you’re like stupid hot right?” you asked him with faux annoyance in your voice.
He let out a laugh at your comment, cupping your cheek and dropping his head down for a sweet kiss. “You know you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on, right?”
Heat rushed to your cheeks, he was so sweet on you. You didn’t say anything, just leaned up to kiss him some more.
When you finally got out of the shower, you both dried up nicely then slipped into bed together, clothes long forgotten.
He wrapped you up in his big strong arms, so happy to have you close to him. You traced your fingers over his chest as you considered what had just happened.
“So much time has passed, B. You sure we can go back?” you asked hesitantly. The last couple of days were eventful to say the least, and you were afraid you might be getting caught up in it.
“You’ve always had my heart, Y/N. I don’t want to go back, I want to move forward with you by my side.”
Oh boy, this is real.
This man truly loved you, he never stopped loving you.
“Bucky, you weren’t always this sappy,” you said teasingly, squeezing his large bicep.
“It took years of missing you, thinking about what I lost to make me appreciate this all the more.” He kissed your forehead gently. After a beat, “Is it weird that I’m grateful for Walker? He’s the reason you came back in my life.”
You giggled at that and sat up to look at him. “It's a little weird, but I know it wouldn’t have been long until we found our way back to each other. Somehow, I knew it was a matter of time.”
A lazy smile tugged at his lips. “Yeah, I know you’re right. Steve told me when you took the job, I knew you were back. I was just working up the courage to reach out to you again.”
Your eyes widened at his confession, you didn’t know that.
“Oh also, I was never dating Olivia. I had hired her to work for us, I didn’t know where she was actually working. She quit suddenly, but I might've let you think we were a thing because jealousy looks real cute on you,” he smiled sheepishly.
“You jerk!” you playfully swatted his shoulder. “I was jealous though, you were right,” you let out a laugh.
“I know baby, I liked it.”
“Oh, Bucky, what am I going to do with you?” you beamed at the sweet giant man.
“Keep me?” he paused, “I’d like that more than anything.”
You nodded your head at your big softy. “Okay, handsome, you’re all mine now. I’m not letting you get away.”
He smiled brightly at that, tightening his hold on you. “And you’re mine. My girl, my baby, my sweetheart,” he tangled his legs with yours, caging you in while being careful not to crush you with his weight.
“Yes, I am,” you stated confidently.
You could’ve sworn you saw Bucky’s eyes water a little as he leaned in to kiss you. But that was all forgotten as you lost yourself in him again. As his lips slowly descended down your body you briefly thought about how there was probably a lot more to talk about. Nevertheless, you knew that could wait.
All that mattered now was that you were his and he was yours.
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dailybuckybarnes · 21 hours ago
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CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE FIRST AVENGER (2011)
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thinking about how bucky literally broke 70 years of brainwashing because steve said his name
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kiu-k · 23 hours ago
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“Shh, surprise him later when he wakes up.”
Then Steve first watched this unreleased footage in 2012.
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This is a headcanon from the stucky headcanon bot on twitter:
“If a TV crew went to film howling commandos in their downtime and found Captain America asleep with his head on his famous second in command Sargent Barneses lap while the latter was stroking captains hair..
..then nobody else needed to know about it”
Gosh... So many emotions in it... I tried.
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writingsbychlo · 23 hours ago
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new dress | bucky barnes
word count; 5428
summary; bucky is a big fan of your new dress, and even more so of the way it fits you, he just has to make sure you see that too.
notes; this is for the ‘insecurities collection’, it’s been a while since I updated that, so I figured I would.
warnings; smut, that’s about it
“Hey, doll, what are you up to?”
You smiled, turning to face Bucky instead of staring at yourself in the mirror. He placed his phone down on the bedside table, plugging it into the charger he had come in for. Looking up at you now that you were facing him, he whistled lowly, hands tucking into his sweatpants pockets, and you tried not to let your gaze linger too long on his bare chest.
“This a new dress?” His words snapped you from it, moving back up to his eyes from bare skin.
It was a new dress, and you hummed, nodding your head and glancing down at it. Smoothing your hands down across the cinched material along the front of the dress, it sat perfectly across your body. It really was beautiful, it pulled in at the waist, with a slinky material and a higher fabric on one side that was dangerously sexy as the other sat lower around your other thigh, an imbalanced hemline that would be even more sultry with tall heels on. Probably something slim and sharp, to match the spaghetti-style straps. It had almost like a corset style of support built into the chest, boning that pushed up your breasts to swell and look fuller, and you knew exactly where Bucky’s eyes were dragged to. Everything about the seductive black dress was perfection. 
Well, almost everything.
“Yeah, Nat bought it for me. Said she saw it while shopping and thought it would be good on me.”
“She wasn’t wrong, this is a beautiful dress.” His voice deepened to a low sound, sultry and intoxicating, and he took a few steps closer, pausing when you sighed. Turning back to look in the mirror, your eyes scanned over your reflection once again. “Too bad it has to go back.”
“What, why?” 
“It doesn’t fit right.” You sighed, pushing one of the straps back up onto your shoulder when it fell, and Bucky huffed. Moving to stand behind you, his much larger figure swamped you in the reflection, and you could barely see his eyes with his tall stature. That was, until he dipped down, using his nose to nudge the strap back to fall over the edge of your arm, and you chuckled as he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder. 
“What are you talkin’ about, honey? This dress fits perfectly.” There was a low strain to his voice as he spoke, one you knew well, and the darkening of those sky blue eyes to something stormy and deep was a reaction you were overly familiar with. His hands smoothed around to your front, thumbs brushing just underneath your breasts as he did, chin resting on your shoulder as he grinned. 
“Yes, I know it fits well there.” You teased, before taking his hands, heart thudding erratically in your chest as you smoothed his hands further down and around to your sides, until his hands were hovering just over your lower hips, fingers twitching until the pads brushed against the fabric. “It doesn’t fit nicely here.”
He stared at you, eyes locked with your own in the mirror, before stepping back. His hands stayed where they were, hovering centimetres from your body, before looking down at you. Taking a step further back, that confusion melted away into a smirk. “Are you talking about your ass, because I promise you, it fits. Are you even wearing underwear, fuck, please, tell me you’re not wearing underwear.”
He bit his lower lip, the wobble in your smile clueing him into something deeper as he let it go, and you shrugged lightly. You’d never been one much to let your insecurities stop you, there was a lot about your own body you couldn't change, and you’d come to terms with that, knowing that no matter how much you worked out or the things you ate, some parts of your body were just built in certain ways. However, sometimes, the occasional blow made the stone crack. “The hip dips, Buck. This dress is so pretty, but it makes my hip dips so obvious.”
He stayed quiet for a moment, before settling his hands against your body, sitting right on your hips, thumbs smoothing softly over your waist as he leaned in to place a kiss on the back of your head. “What are ‘hip dips’, doll?”
You laughed again, emptily this time. Of course, Bucky wouldn't know what hip dips were. And, even if he did, he’d probably never even noticed them. That was the thing about Bucky, he was so goddamn gentlemanly and perfect, he made you feel perfect under every look he gave you. He was your confidence and your sureness and your power. “You, uh-” Your throat felt dry, your eyes staring at the offending patches on your own body, and you wondered now, just how exactly he’d never noticed before, and hadn't realised what they were. “You know, here, between my thighs and my hips, where it dips in a little bit?”
His hands smoothed down, following the curve of your body, and dipping in to sit in those exact patches, filling them with one flesh hand and one metal, until they were no unnoticeable. “Yeah?”
“Those are hip dips. The bits that dip after your hips.”
He nodded his head, clearly still not understanding what the problem was, but he didn’t want to be rude. God, you really loved that about him, but you sort of hated it, too. There was a heat flushing your cheeks as your realised you’d have to actually voice your opinions, the look on his face was nothing but love, saying that he wanted to help, he wanted to understand, but he couldn’t until you helped him make sense of it. 
“I just hate them, Buck. They’re awful, and so obvious. I mean, I try not to let it bother me, but damn, when you work with someone like Natasha, and when every model of women’s bodily perfection that you ever see - from pornstars to the underwear models when you buy new panties - have these perfect around hips, it’s hard to ignore!” There was a crack in your voice that you hated, and now, Bucky was frowning, the playful expression on his face utterly gone, nothing but passionate concern growing as his thick brows dipped lower and lower, creasing his forehead. 
“You hate them?” You nodded, suffocating heat taking over your body and face, you almost felt like your ears were ringing as you put such a vulnerable part of yourself out there, the part that made you feel stupid and weak for even thinking about it, but you couldn’t stop thinking about it, ever since you’d put the dress on. You’d twisted at every angle, and seen every view. It was a dress that made you look incredible in every way, and yet even with its long list of pros, this single con had ruined it all. “I just don’t get how. I love them.”
“What?” The word slipped from your mouth on an incredulous tone, one laced with dry humour and disbelief, and he stood up straighter, hands squeezing a little tighter as they still sat in place.
“God, baby, I wish I’d known how you felt. I thought you knew.” His exhale was rough and ragged, and he wouldn't meet your gaze in the mirror, eyes still scanning up and down your body in any way that made you flush with longing and heat. “I mean, how could I not?”
“How could you?”
“Because they’re so perfect!” He near shouted the words, his darkened eyes only coming back up to yours, and he bunched the material in his hands slightly, the hemline shifting against your thighs. He didn’t mean to, smoothing the fabric back a second later, but he was still in a state of utter shock, lips parted as he tried to find his next words. “Don’t you get it, they’re perfect. Especially for me, it’s one of the things that makes me think you were made for me, babydoll.”
“Bucky..”
“Every time I hold you, every time my hands sit on your hips, where do they go?” He lifted his hands from your body, holding them up in mock-surrender, and you offered a weak smile, knowing where he was going with it. “When you’re cooking in the kitchen and I stand behind you, or when I have to lift you to reach a higher shelf, where do my hands go?”
“To my hip dips..” You whispered, the firm nodding of his head only encouraging him on.
“Yeah. What about every time we dance at one of Tony’s parties, your arms go around my neck, and my hands sit right here, lower than they should but I just can’t help myself, because, doll, your body was made for my hands. Just look how well you fit into ‘em.” He squeezed again, a surge of excitement and love racing through you. You’d never fully forget your insecurity there, but maybe, just maybe, it felt a little better to know you never had to feel insecure about them with Bucky. “Besides, when you’re riding me, looking so fucking pretty with your hair all messy and flushed cheeks, taking what you need, these dips are exactly where my hands go, guiding you, so when you get tired, I can hold onto you, and fuck you like you deserve.”
“Bucky!” A sharp gasp, one only you made as he gave that same dark chuckle that was reserved specifically for the bedroom. It was raspier, and taunting, something that made your thighs clench just like they were now. The strap of your dress was still hanging over your shoulder, and when he dipped his head down, Bucky didn’t kiss your shoulder. This time, he bit you, right at the junction of your neck, your head tipping to the side to moan softly at the scrape of his teeth along your skin, an exciting thrill when his lips sealed around the spot. His favourite spot, because he knew how it made you tremble when he left his marks there.
“When I fuck you over the kitchen counter, or the arm of the couch, or the sinks at the club when we just can’t get out of the party yet but we need it, these beautiful fucking dips are so perfect. Just right for me to hold onto, so I can pull you back to meet me, every time I give you enough orgasms to make your head spin.”
Your head was already spinning, just listening to him talk, and his metal hand made goosebumps rising along your skin as it tucked up under your arm. Catching the zipper in his hands carefully, he began to inch it down, slowly, a trail of slow and wet kisses left along your neck, until your eyes were fluttering shut, and his lips were brushing your ear. 
“When I hold you up, fucking up into you, I can hold you by these dips, slamming you against me as you cling on, desperate.” You were desperate, every word that came from his lips was dripping with lust and arousal, your thighs were clamped, rubbing together for friction as he teased, and you were so needy, the praise and filth he spoke, until you could barely breathe for your need. “Or when I fuck you against the wall, pillows thrown to the floor as you tear up my back, crying out my name, and I can hold you right here.”
The dress fell away, and he pushed it down from your hips, hands coming back to find your dips once again, and his soft groan was muffled against the skin under your ear as he sucked a mark there, too. 
“Guess I was right, no underwear.”
“You got a lot of big talk going on today, Buck.” Your voice was whiny, needy, begging, and he was loving it. “Care to repeat any of those memories?”
“Hm, no, not today.” You were almost disappointed, had it not been for the promise of something still in his voice, or the way he used his grip on you to pull you back into him, until you could feel the press of his cock into you, straining against his jeans. “We’re gonna’ make new memories today, doll, I’m gonna’ make you fall as in love with this part of your body as I have with every part.”
“Bucky..”
“Save that for when you’re moaning it.” His hands moved up, smoothing across your front and wet lips mouthed at the junction between your shoulder and your neck. The metal hand on your waist flexed, the other dipping down to trace along the line where your underwear would be, before dipping lower. Probing softly through your folds, the tip of one finger nudged against your clit, swirling slowly to gather your building wetness, and hot breath was panted against the shell of your ear as your head tipped back to rest on his shoulder. 
Pressing down gently, sparks of electricity began to ricochet along every nerve. He was taking his time, torturing you lovingly before finally sinking a single finger into your wet channel. You keened, hips rocking against his hand in tow with his thrusts, picking up in speed and pressure. The coil inside you was already winding tight, a second finger slipping in alongside, a filthy noise beginning to sound out loudly with every movement of his fingers. 
The coil inside of you was building up, your chest rising and falling faster, more and more, dragging desperate breaths into your lungs that were punched right back out with every thrust of his fingers. There was always something about sex with Bucky, it was magical, he took his time, he liked watching you fall apart, and at the beginning of your relationship, it had taken you a while to get used to it. The burn was becoming too much, a blush flaring up across your skin, heat that crawled everywhere and your toes were curling to dig into the carpet. 
“Oh, God..” Your words were strained, barely coming out on a whisper, and you tried to rock your head forwards. Everything within you was feeling bonus, except for the incredible sensations that were washing over you from your core, soft whimpers getting louder and louder as you grew closer to the edge. 
Lingering eyes, you could feel his hungry glare fixed on you in the mirror, his cock pressing into your ass, grinding lightly with every movement of his hips as he grew harder and harder. Forcing your eyes to open, you found you were right, dark and stormy shades of swirling blue finding you, and it made you feel like you were on fire, in the best way possible. The fingers of his metal hand were dipping lower, digging into the dips on your hips enough to leave marks in his wake, and you squirmed because the feelings were already growing to be too much. 
“Oh, fuck, James..”
He growled, nipping lightly at the shell of your ear as he spoke, and with one particularly harsh thrust of his fingers, scraping lightly over the spongy spot inside of you that made you see stars. You clenched around his fingers, shaking in his grasp as the hand on your hips held you even tighter, tingling in their pressure-filled wake as he did, and he slowed down his motions, dragging out your orgasm until you’d ridden it all the way through. 
Your fingers were clenching on his arm, holding onto his gaze in the mirror for every spasm and twitch as you came, until your nails were leaving moon-shaped marks in his skin, and he plucked his fingers free from your core. 
He never looked away, not even when he lifted his fingers to suck them clean, making sure to trap you under one large biceps he did, and you grinned at the chuckle he let out as your chin raised for his arm to tuck underneath. He knew how much he drove you wild, he knew how much you loved every part of him, you’d taken away all of his insecurities, kissing every scar and blemish, fingers weaving with his metal ones, and pressing into him when he’d been too scared or even touch you with it. 
Twisting in his arms, two shining fingers slipped free from sinfully pink lips, head dipping down to capture your lips in a rough kiss, and let you taste yourself on his tongue. Your head was spinning, desperation crawling along every vein as you longed for something more from him, and you didn’t even know what you were doing until his legs were bumping against the edge of the bed. He sat, sinking to rest on the bed and you followed, perching in his lap, thigh spread on either side of his thick ones until his cock was pressing up into you. 
Worn cotton soaked up the juices still glistening along your skin, and as your lungs burned, his lips finally dragged from your own in a series of quieted moans just to drop down and kiss along your skin, your fingers tangled in his hair. His hands were back on your hips, and now that he had mentioned it, you were acutely aware of the way that they did sink straight into the dips you had so despised, flexing in the spot until his long fingers were just brushing over your ass cheeks, and you rocked against him. 
A strangled moan bubbled up and left his lips, his head tipping back when your hand tightened in his hair just to be able to see you once again. The blue in his eyes was almost gone, simply a ring of colour left around blown-out pupils, and spit-slick lips that had been working on marking along your chest were licked between needy breaths. 
“I love you, doll. All of you.” He squeezed, and you shifted more in his hips, pressing down into him and he bucks dup to meet you. 
“I love you too,” He smiled, puckering his lips for a kiss, but you bypassed him completely, leaving a brief brush of your lips along his cheek, before your cheek was pressing to his, your arms wrapping more firmly around his shoulders. “James.”
Another low growl, one that vibrated song your spine and made you tremble atop him. “Fuck, doll. Y’know, I was going to let you ride me, I wanted us to take this slow, but if you keep that up, I won’t be able to control myself.”
“Control what, James?” He took a sharp intake of breath, chest heaving with it until bare skin was pressing to yours, and giving the perfect kind of friction. He whispered your name, quiet and needy, encouraging the movements of your hips to pick up, and you leaned down. 
You didn’t deny him his kiss this time, a series of short and simple pecks to his lips, before you were trialling to his cheek. Kissing further and further, he was giving soft moans of your name, a husky sound that never failed to make you light up with desire when it fell from his lips. You kissed further, at the place where metal met flesh, and the whine he let out was nothing less than ruined. 
Your back met the bedding before you even knew what was happening, his form hovering over you, nothing but heat spreading to your body, he was like a permanent furnace, and you couldn’t stop the giggle you made. It had never failed to make you feel like nothing but mush when he manhandled you, putting all of that super-soldier strength to use until you felt like nothing in his hands, but everything under the way he stared at you. 
“This is about you, doll.” Kisses, dipping down along your chest, kisses that were growing filthier the lower he settled, and your back arched as he took one nipple between supple lips. The scratch of his unshaven stubble scraped at the sensitive skin surrounding, rough tongue scraping over the pebble and your hand shot down to his head tugging weakly on his hair as your other fingers tangled into the sheets. He switched to the other side, your eyes fluttering closed and your head pushing back into the plush sheets and mattress beneath you. 
“Buck..”
“Oh, well, now. That’s not what you were moaning a minute ago, what happened to that?” He teased, pulling away to speak, and blowing a stream of cold air onto the wet patch left on your chest. Cupping your breast and running a calloused thumb across the mark, he stared, full of lust, and you cried out at the tone of his voice. “C’mon, baby..”
You knew what he wanted, but it was always fun to tease him, to get him rattled up until he was just as desperate as you were. You always liked to have him wrapped around your finger, you liked that whenever he had you all taut, to know he was in just the same position. Dipping down, he began to lap at the other side of your chest, slowing his pace down, even more, driving you absolutely crazy, and he relished in it, because the squeeze of your hand in his hair made sure he knew that you were near to snapping. “Bucky,”
“Nuh-uh, not quite.” He muttered, forcing your thighs apart and settling between them, and your thighs clamped around his hips. One brush of his cotton clad erection over your core and you were losing it, losing the game, and giving right into him. 
“James!”
“There it is.” There was far too much smug cockiness in his voice, and he kisses lower, across your navel until he was slipping free, strong palms closing around your knees to push them apart, until he could free himself once again. 
In one flush movement, he was naked, stretches of taut muscles and tanned skin, glistening black and gold metal that made everything about him utterly godlike, and you collapsed back into his bedding from where you’d popped yourself up on your elbows, hands covering your face as you groaned. “You’re so damn hot, it’s not fair.”
“Hey, doll, look,” Leaning over you, one knee braced on the bed to balance himself before he was polling your hands free, he stood tall, cock bobbing the air before your face, and he pulled back, pulling you with him to sit up. “I got hip dips, too.”
He stood proudly, poking at the spots just above his strongly toned thighs, and you chuckled, reaching out to run a nail over them, lightly scratching, and his jaw dropped at you did. “They look better on you.”
“I’m gonna’ have to strongly disagree,” He backed you up into the bedding, flopping down to lay on his back as his hand idled searched for the bedside table. You couldn't resist, crawling atop his thighs, and like instinct, his hands left their previous task and found your hips. Or rather, your hip dips. Reaching over him, you finished the task he was trying to do, tearing one foil packet from the short string that was left, and as you knelt back, his eyes closed as he groaned. 
He was throbbing, your slick core pressed against him, and you rocked your hips up and down along his length, the tip of his cock bumping your clit each time, sparks twisting and clawing at your lower stomach as another orgasm began to build already. As the foil fluttered to the floor, you knelt a little higher, his ships following, fingers flexing on your skin and he let go another breathy moan of your name. 
“Fuckin’ hell, doll. Stop teasing me, already. Been needing you since the second I saw you in that pretty dress.” The aforementioned item was still laying in a crumpled heap on the floor, probably dripping with the smell of sex by this point, as it hung on every inch of the air, the window over the bed beginning to fog up. Rolling the rubber down along his cock, a few simple pumps, and then he was lining up. Sinking slowly into you, you took a moment to adjust, feeling every inch of him stretching you out. 
No matter how long you’d been with him, and how often this happened, you never grew used to the stretch he gave you. He was big, that was no understatement, and you let go of the breath that was held in your lungs as your hips sat flush against his. “Oh, my God.”
“So good, doll, so wet for me. Fucking perfect.” He gripped at your hips, giving you only a second to adjust, before he was beginning to use his grip on you to rock you forward again his body, and the shift made the press of his tip to your g-spot all that much more apparent. Melting away in a haze dream were all of your insecurities and your worries, the same way it always was when Bucky got his hands on you, and you revelled in it. 
Picking up your motions, the feeling spread, the burning warmth inside your core spreading until everything right to the tips of your fingers was tingling, and your head was falling back. You were so aware, of everything going on around you, ad yet you also felt numb blissful numbness and complete unawareness to anything that wasn’t right here. “James..”
“Yeah, doll, just like that.” His voice was deeper than ever, raspier than usual and your fingers were digging into his chest. Every rock of your hips or bounce on your knees, you could feel all of him, and particularly, you could feel the grip he held on your hips. Occasionally they slipped up closer to your waist, helping you to bounce atop his cock, or as far up as your tits, pinching and rolling your nipples between two fingers. 
Your mind was a haze of stimulations, the contrasting hot and cold of his hands, goosebumps rising along your skin and your back arched to press your tits further into his hands. 
“Fucking hell, look at you, babydoll. So goddamn pretty, bouncing up there, looking like an angel.” He sat up, legs tensing beneath you as the angle changed, allowing him to sink even deeper inside of you, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Sweat slick chests, pressed together, rubbing with every needy thrust as he fucked up into with what strength he had, and the rocks of your hips in time to try and meet him. “You’re perfect, so perfect.”
Your heart swelled inside of your chest, just like it all, and your hands came up to cup his cheeks as he took over the rocking of your hips, fingerprint bruises ready to show up on your skin come the morning. Every slam against him made you clench a little tighter, every time he pressed to that spot that made everything go dizzy and blurry, and your orgasm hit you before you even knew what was happening. 
Jaw falling open, silent screams of his name as you came undone, and he held you through every second of it, tight to his chest. He swallowed every moan of his name you let out, sloppy kisses with lazy tongues as your lips barely moved anymore, and you couldn't think a single thought that wasn’t him. 
He never let up, slowing the pace of your hips until you were barely moving, occasional twitches and twists to prolong the pleasure, and when you finally thought your orgasm had died down, he was collapsing back onto the bed. He took you with him, your chest pounding with such force against your chest you knew he could feel it, but his was beating just as enthusiastically, and his legs popped up underneath you, leaning your knees barely brushing the covers. 
Your nails scratched at his shoulders, desperately searching for some kind of strength just to push yourself up with, but you didn’t have any. You were boneless, just like you were made of putty, soft in his hands as his hips began to move once again. A single slow thrust, two, three, and then he was firing in and out of you. Your eyes were rolling back in your head, the brush of wiry hairs at his base just enough to spark at your slit, and you slipped a hand between your bodies. 
You were so overstimulated, your body was lighting up in nothing but fireworks, and you felt like your entire body was going to tense up. The swollen nub sitting between your thighs made you cry out, a wanton sound that was intended to resemble his name but it barely made sense because you couldn't take it. White-hot, blinding pleasure that ignited you. You needed it, rocking your hips back into him to meet every powerful thrust but you could never meet his speed, and your lips traced absentminded patterns on his chest, kisses to whatever skin you could reach.
You knew he was close, his thrusts were getting sloppy, needy and frantic as he pounded into you, and you knew you’d be sore in the morning, in the most delicious ways. “Bucky.. Buck- oh, fuck!”
Your words trailed into a squeak, and you exploded around him. Juices dripping down, you could feel your won wetness between your thighs, growing more and more in an erotic mix of desperate thrusts and grinds. You were shaking, unable to meet him any further, unable to move at all, unable to do anything except shake and beg and cry out his name as you fell over the edge into orgasmic bliss.
He followed not long after, hips stuttering and a deep groan of your name that made you all but sob in the aftermath.
You felt like you were floating, the shine of sweat on his toned chest was like a glow, and you soothed your hand down, brushing your fingertips across the scratches you’d left on his skin. His hands finally left your waist, smoothing around to your back, and time slipped away around you. 
Until the racing thud of your heart had slowed and the dreamy haze that had settled over your mind had finally begun to clear, you lay there on his chest. His fingertips were tracing up and down your spine, flesh hand tangled in your hair as his fingertips smoothed over your scalp, lips tracing your hairline. 
“Y’okay there, doll?”
“I think you fucked my brains right outta’ me, Buck.” 
He chuckled underneath you, twisting to the side until he could slide free, the dull ache between your thighs already beginning to make itself known, and it was nothing you weren’t used to. Rolling away from the bed, you lounged there on the sheets, watching the condensation on the windows begin to drip, and the dying light outside only making the droplets glisten. 
When the bed dipped again, he was running, a fresh set of boxers pulled over his hips, and he lifted you, tugging a shirt over your head, until soft cotton of a Henley was swamping you. As his head met the pillow, sharing the space with you, his hand found your hip once again, using it to tug you closer, until your legs were tangling, and you could feel the soft pants of his breath on the top of your head. 
“See? Just another perfect thing about your dips, perfect place for my hand to go when I cuddle you at night.”
“Oh, you can stop the flattery, I get it, you like ‘em.” You teased, and he grinned, nodding his head, and leaving a kiss against your forehead. 
“I love every part of you, doll. Don’t ever forget that.” it went silent for a moment, before he was shifting, dipping down until his forehead was resting against your own, and he could just about catch your gaze, even if it was utterly distorted from the proximity. “So, you’re keeping it, right? The dress?”
You hummed, slightly sore on a throat that only minutes ago had been all but screaming his name, and a pleased grin broke out on his face. “If it gets me sex like that, how could I not keep it?”
“Trust me, next time it’ll be even better, because I’ll be all pent up from the frustration of watching you wear it all night.”
“Well, I guess we’d better find a party to attend soon.”
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wckdszn · 16 hours ago
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Harry styles x reader first child 🤪😭
word count: 1.5k
author’s note: this was really fun to write because harry with babies is so cute. so i hope you guys enjoy! this is also my first harry fic so if you have any feedback or anything i’d greatly appreciate it. if you’d like to send something in, you can do so here!
warnings: fluff fluff fluff, mentions of pregnancy
parings: harry styles and reader
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the days were long and the nights were longer but everything and anything was worth it for you baby girl. the baby girl that had harry’s bright green eyes and your small nose, something the two of you always joked about during your pregnancy.
it had been about two weeks after you had brought your baby home, harry, who had been an absolute dream, had the entire nursery ready to go by the time you had come home. the walls were painted a neutral yellow, the crib was all put together with the rocking chair just adjacent to the changing table, all the stuffed animals lined up amongst the walls (“i wanted her to have options!”); it was more than you could’ve asked for, especially since he had put up with so much during your pregnancy.
you weren’t going to deny how needy you were during those nine months, constantly complaining about the pain or waking him up in the middle of the night for something as random as a peanut butter and banana sandwich; he never complained and did anything you asked him to. it definitely had something to do with you carrying his first child and the fact that he absolutely adored every last thing about you, even if he did have hours knocked off from his nightly sleep, he wouldn’t allow you to go without.
it was the middle of the night when you heard the cries coming from the static filled baby monitor, a small grain leaving your lips as you had just be able to fall asleep. your friends and family weren’t joking when they said it was going to be rough, especially the first couple weeks you had come home. you weren’t expecting things to be easy and you knew things were going to take some getting used to but- fuck.
“what is it?” harry mumbled into the plush of his pillow as he felt you push yourself up from the bed, his hand coming to stoke your exposed back. “she crying again?”
“not sure what’s going on, i fed her just before i put her down, changed her, burped her, everything. i’ll just go check on her, rock her back to sleep. get some rest, baby, you’ve done enough.”
you leaned down to press a kiss to his temple, his eyes opening softly to look up at you. you felt bad for everything you had put him through over the last couple of months, but loving him even more for everything he had done for you.
“no, no.” he grumbled, already pushing himself up and out of the bed before you were able to put up a fight. “i’ll go see what’s going on. you were up so late with her last night, it’s my turn. besides, we both know she likes me more.”
“oh, don’t flatter yourself, h. you’ve always been better with kids, but i’ll always have the goods when she’s hungry.”
both you and harry couldn’t help the snorts that came from your noses, shaking your head as you plopped back down against your pillow. there was no point in putting up a fight, he wasn’t going to let you come with him so it was best for you to just lie back down and get some rest so you could take the next call of cries that were sure to come.
only a few minutes had passed before you heard your husbands voice on the other side of the baby monitor, cooing and aw’ing at the small baby that hardly took up any room in the crib.
“what’s going on, honey? hungry? ‘needa be changed?” his voice was as low as a whisper but still rough and scratchy from just waking up. “let’s see what we have here.”
your cheeks started to burn with how widely you had been smiling. it had always been a dream of yours to have a family and a baby with someone that you loved, all of your wildest dreams coming true with harry. in fact, he had surpassed anything you had ever wished for.
you couldn’t stop yourself from getting out of bed and heading towards the nursery, you wanted to be apart of the sweet moments with both your baby and harry; you wanted to see him with your baby.
the light was low as you turned the corner into the room, harry sitting comfortably on the rocking chair with the little girl placed perfectly on his chest. his head was back against the pillow as his hands ran over her tiny features. his voice was quiet as he hummed along to ‘you are my sunshine’
she was so small you almost couldn’t believe that she was real. sometimes the shock had hit you that you and harry had created something so beautiful, something so small and precious.
your arms crossed over your chest as you leaned against the door frame, a small smile forming on your face as you watched over him, taking in the sweet moment in awe.
you could only hold back for so long before you made your way over to the chair, bringing your hands up to harry’s hair before your leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. “how is she doing?” you asked softly, bring your hand up to softly run along the newborns head, providing your own sense of comfort.
“all good now, right back to sleep. see, told you she likes me.” his eyes opened, soft and sleepy, as he looked up at you. “could’ve probably put her back in her crib a couple minutes ago, but i couldn’t bring myself to move.”
“she’s the most precious when she’s sleeping, but let’s get her back to bed so we can get you back to bed, yeah?”
a small hum left harry’s lips as he gave a nod of his head, your hands coming down to carefully move the baby from his chest and into your arms. you immediately felt the same way that he did, not wanting to put her down for a couple minutes just to spend some innocent time with her.
harry’s arms soon came from behind you and around your waist, his chin hooking over your shoulder as you both looked down at your baby girl.
“can’t believe we made that, huh?” he asked, a soft chuckle following his words as he pressed his lips to your hair. “cant wait until we make the next one.”
your laugh was quiet but the roll of your eyes was loud. “oh, please. let’s see if this one turns out okay before we start working on the next one.”
you knew you wanted another baby with harry and he knew you wanted the same, but you couldn’t help but worry and be scared that you were going to mess up somehow.
“she’s going to be perfect. just like you.” he whispered, instantly reassuring you that you have nothing to worry about.
you looked up at him with a wide grin and pressed a quick kiss to the underside of his jaw, leaving his embrace to put her back into her crib. you lingered for a moment, making sure she wasn’t startled by the change in position and comfortable before you made your way back over to harry. he tossed his arm over your shoulders and pressed a kiss to the side of your head as he lead you out of the room and back to your bedroom.
you plopped down on your side of the bed and snuggled into the blankets, harry doing the same as you guys came face to face. “thank you for everything you’ve done, h. i know it hasn’t been a walk in the park, but i truly appreciate everything.”
harry stayed silent and instead pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, nudging his nose against yours as he pulled you tighter to his chest.
“no need to thank me. just wanna take care of m’girls.” he assured quietly, another kiss being pressed to your lips before he nudged his face into the crook of your neck. “now get some sleep, you know she’ll be back up in no time.”
you huffed quietly as you made yourself comfortable, a smile staying on your lips as you fell asleep in the comfort of harry’s arms. you knew you had nothing to worry about as long as you had him by your side, even if you were clueless on how to be a good parent or weren’t 100% sure in some cases, you knew that you two would figure it out together.
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moonykat · 23 hours ago
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Wake up babes, queen stucky is #11 in the year in review. Yeah, stucky in 2021, two years after Endgame, seven years after The Winter Soldier, stronger than ever, always present ofc 💕
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not-withoutyou · 16 hours ago
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imagine what’s going through Steve’s head looking at Bucky across the apartment in Romania. A flicker of recognition and his picture in the pages of a journal. And when Bucky says his name, it’s decided— ‘I don’t give a shit how hard the rest of this is going to be, I don’t care what I have to give up. You know me. And I love you. So I’m all in.’
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odetolove95 · 5 hours ago
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- (Steve, staring at the teddy bear) "I'm not sure what I feel about that."
- “Wow, Tony wasn’t kidding about the bear. I think I'm gonna keep it." (Bucky checks out the bedroom before going into the bathroom, looking around)
- “What’re you looking for?”
- “Nothing. Just seeing all the potential spots.”
- “For what?”
- (Bucky grins slyly)
- (Steve shakes his head) “Jesus Christ. You cannot be any more suggestive.”
- “What? We are staying here for quite a while, right? We should make the most of it, if you know what I mean. I told you there won't be any rules here. I really like the terrace too. I was wondering how it would be if we did it there.”
- “Buck.”
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Read fic on AO3 (18+)
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Stucky AU - Cinnamon Roll - digital art
This is a continuation of this drawing I made long ago from my old blog.
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scxrletrecsmarvel · 5 hours ago
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BUCKY BARNES FIC RECS
ANGSTY FICS
Keeping my mental health in my mind, I recently haven’t read much of angsty stories, so its a really small list. I promise good lists are coming up. here are few of them that really made me launch a wake for my mental health. So enjoy peeps!!!
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everything has changed - @starryevermore 
bucky realises he made a mistake, so do you.
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 - @bvcksbunny​
mind reading can be helpful if your boyfriend didn’t hold so many secrets
𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 - @buckyjmsbarnes 
when you love someone more than yourself, love someone more than life, letting go isn’t all that easy.
teach me what love is - @noceurous 
love is messy and tricky, something you could never thought you would have learnt from your husband whom you were forced to marry with.
Ocean - @buckyys-doll 
Your relationship with Bucky was like the ocean.
Change - @choyboxx 
Bucky, your ex, comes by for the last of his things you hung onto over a year after he moved out. He has the nerve to give you outdated apologies and you finally confront him on the downfall of your relationship.
You Don't Know Me - @gimmesomebucky
You had been in love with Bucky Barnes for the longest time. But to him, you're just a friend.
just a little bit of your heart - @leahkenobi
you want bucky, but does bucky want nat?
𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀 - @bentobarnes 
a prank doesn't go well.
To the good days.. - @lil-nas-z. 
you wait for the love of your life to come back to you. He does come back but with a nasty surprise..
LET ME FIX THIS - @loving-barnes
Bucky got scared of his feeling, ruining everything and making Y/N leave. Will he be able to fix it?
Every Stumble and Each Misfire - @chloelucia13
You’d promised Bucky that you would tell him your secret when he came back to you. Now you have to be reminded of him and the fact that he wasn’t with you for eternity. (Based off of the song “Good Grief” by Bastille).
IN THE NAME OF LOVE, HEARTBREAK AND LONGING - @turbolisedcomet 
Bucky realizes that he cannot give you what you deserve and lets you go.
Didn’t mean it - @seabass17
We used to be pretty close. Now? Now he didn’t even acknowledge me.
Meant to be - @wanderlustpeach 
some people are meant to be, and some are not. theres never a in between.
White Picket Fence - @lfnr-blog-blog-blog
Running from a situation you don’t want to be in leads to making a message for the true love of your life.
Rickety Wooden Fence - @lfnr-blog-blog-blog
Follow up to White Picket Fence, from Bucky's POV.
next mistake - @starryevermore
bucky barnes + 1989-2. “you look like my next mistake.” 🌙
spruce babies - @kiolawrites
After your best friend messes up the guest list for her family's cozy cottage Christmas, you're stuck sharing a bedroom with her insufferable older brother James- the one who broke your heart all those years ago.
𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 - @buckyhoney​
the only one - @kinanabinks
though you've long broken up, bucky is still the only one who remembers your special day.
Lucid - @babyboibucky
You find it hard to move on from Bucky after the break-up.
GROUNDED - @babyboibucky
Bucky listens to your voicemail.
ALL TOO WELL X PACHTAOGE - @turbolisedcomet 
You would profess your love for him from the highest of mountains but he preferred to keep his supposed love for you buried under a rock.
ivy - @stxrvel 
you have to accept your fate as the wife of another man while the one you love decides to step back.
SHOULD’VE SAID NO - @whatstruthgottodowithit 
You should’ve said no, baby and you might still have me.
The Moment I Knew - @maybepointlessthoughts 
Reader and Bucky have been dating for nearly a year, and on the night of her 25th Birthday, he doesn’t show up at her party. Leading her to the realisation that their relationship isn’t healthy and it’s time to end it, even if it hurts her.
Haunted - @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
You and Bucky have finally admitted your feelings for each other, but when he hurts you by accident, he runs. You're left to pick up the pieces in his absence.
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vbecker10 · 21 hours ago
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Men's Health (2019)
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kaunis-sielu · 13 hours ago
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A Girl and His Cat
You’ve never been afraid staying at Bucky’s. It might be further out of the city than you’ve ever been, the nights so dark that you can spot a flashlight over a mile away. It’s always better when he’s home but you understand that his job doesn’t always allow that.
It’s a night like tonight that you wish he was home. You’d hung out with Alpine, the wind whipped past the house causing it to creak and moan. It’s eerie in the darkness of the late fall but you check that the house is all locked up, scoop up Alpine, then head to bed.
You wake with a start, something isn’t right. There’s a man, dressed in black, a mask over his face and you know that it’s not Bucky.
“Where is he?” The man says, his voice low.
“Who are you? Why are you in my home?” You ask pulling the blanket up to your chest as you sit up and move back against the headboard.
“Where is Barnes!” The man snarls as your heart beats wildly against your chest. You see Alpine just over his head on top of your wardrobe and you do the only thing you can think of.
You grab her laser pointer and put the red light on his shoulder.
“I know that’s not a gun bitch!” He roars taking a step closer to you. Come on Alpine! Her tail flicks and she launches herself at the man, claws first. “What the fuck!” He roars and you leap from the bed, duck under his flailing arms as he tries to fend off Alpine who is now clawing at the man’s face. You scoop up the baseball bat from by the front door as you shove your feet into a pair of Bucky’s boots the man comes out of your room. His face is littered with scratches and he looks furious, and huge. Alpine, bless her, streaks out of the bedroom and in between the man’s legs tripping him up. You swing the bat and connect with the side of his head. He sways, his eyes on you, before collapsing onto the ground with a heavy thud. You go grab the zip ties that you know are in the junk drawer next to the sink then lug his unconscious body out onto the front porch.
You use every single one of the forty-seven zip ties you had left in the bag to zip tie him to the railing of the front deck. Alpine keeps watch over him from on top of the railing, her tail flicking back and forth as you zip tie him. There are some at his knees keeping them together. Some on his thighs, those too six to go around on their own. Three around his calves, two sets of two around his ankles then you’d done his arms up over his head so it was harder to get any leverage and then you’d used the rest to connect him to the railing. You know he’s not dead, his heavy breaths tell you that, but you’re grateful he hasn’t woken yet. You grab your phone, pull off his mask and send Bucky a picture with the caption
You know this asshole?
-I’m on my way.
It’s not a no. You cover the man’s mouth with several pieces of duck tape then wait. You lock the door, sit on the couch with Alpine on your lap and watch the man until you hear the whir of a helicopter. It goes to land in front of Bucky’s house but before it can a figure leaps from the helicopter, landing on the ground and jogging toward the house.
“Sugar?” Bucky calls as he comes up the front porch stairs. He stops and stares at the man that you’ve attached to the porch and he laughs. “Sugar? Where-,” he sees you then in your pajamas and his boots, “Hey Shug. You okay?”
“Yea. Thanks to murder cat.” You tell him as you move easily into his embrace. “Who is this?”
“His name is Georges Batroc. He’s an asshole.”
“I gathered.” You tell him into his chest.
“I’m so sorry I wasn’t here to protect you.” He says sounding upset before pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
“I’m okay.” You tell him softly and he rests his chin on the top of your head. Batroc groans and Bucky’s body language completely shifts, he tenses, releases you and moves toward Batroc, moving you gently behind him.
“Hey Batroc. Nice too see that my girl can take you down on her own.”
“Actually the cat helped.” You interject from behind him and Bucky scoffs.
“Huh. My woman and my cat took down one of the most highly trained assholes in the world. You must be slipping Batroc.” Bucky taunts before crooking a finger and a couple agents come jogging up from the helicopter. Batroc glares at Bucky as the agents cut him off of the front deck. The two of you watch as they take him to the helicopter, load him in and take off. Bucky turns toward you and beams down at you.
“Well done Sugar.” He says and you give him a little smile. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here to protect you.”
“I’m okay Buck. Can we go to sleep now?”
“Yea, but first what did you mean by Alpine helped?”
“Oh, I had her laser pointer and pointed it at his face. Alpine did the rest.”
“So that’s why he has scratches on his head, mask over his nose and mouth?”
“Yea.”
“Remind me to give her all the treats tomorrow.” He says kissing you softly, “and I’m going to have Tony cover this place in security. I won’t leave you unprotected again.” He says bitterly, this time you kiss him in soft reassurance. You take his hand, lead him back into the house locking the door behind you. Then you make your way to the bedroom, you’re half asleep when he comes back from getting ready in the bathroom. He curls around you, his body warm in the cool room, Alpine curls up on the flat top of the wardrobe again and you finally fall asleep. Content to have Bucky home and another bad guy off the streets.
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imposterogers · 23 hours ago
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bucky babes was such a clown here watching the platform after steve disappeared bc a small part of him hoped that he might not go through with his plan and come back to him
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