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#Bucky x reader
simplyholl · 2 days
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Reckless
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Summary: When you act recklessly on a mission, Bucky gets mad at you.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F. Reader
Warnings: Smut. 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI.
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You had really done it now. You made Bucky so mad, he couldn’t even look at you. You were paired together for a mission, and you acted recklessly. You got separated from him and instead of waiting for him, you found the Hydra bunker where they were hiding.
You burst in without a plan and they would have most likely killed you. But Bucky came in and saved you. On the way back, he wouldn’t look at you, speak to you, or even acknowledge your existence.
It took a lot for him to get angry. So you didn’t know how you could fix this. You were such good friends, and he always made time for you. It was going on three days and he ignored every text, call, FaceTime, and knock on his door. You didn’t even know why he was so upset with you. You had done stupid stuff during missions before.
Finally you had enough of the silent treatment, so you waited until it was his normal time to train. He liked to work alone, so you didn’t have to worry about anyone else being there and interrupting you. You made your way to the gym, disappointed that he wasn’t there, nobody was.
You were just about to leave and come up with another plan when you heard someone in the men’s locker room. You hoped it was Bucky as you entered, the smell of soap filled the steamy room. Your sneakers squeaked with every step on the wet tile floor.
You heard Bucky singing some old fashioned song. Following his voice passed the lockers, you step over Thor’s discarded shorts. You shake your head, feeling sorry for the cleaners Tony hired. You see Bucky’s head peaking over the shower door. For a split second, you debate turning around. But you want your friend back more than anything, so you continue all the way to the showers.
“James, we need to talk.” Bucky jumps at the sound of your voice. “What are you doing in here? This is the men’s locker room.” He rolls his eyes, turning towards the spray of water. “You wouldn’t talk to me, I didn’t know when I’d be able to catch you.” He doesn’t answer, instead he picks up the shampoo bottle squirting some into his palm.
“I’m sorry for what I did. I just want you to talk to me.” He reaches up to wash the shampoo out of his hair, eyes closed. “I know you can hear me. Bucky, please?” You beg him but he continues ignoring you. He could be a real asshole when he wanted to. You set your phone down on the bench beside you. You reach down to take off your shoes then your socks.
You grab the handle to the shower door, letting yourself inside. Bucky’s eyes widen as he sees you in the shower with him. He makes an awkward attempt to cover his self. “Get out of here!” You walk over to him, “No! This is the only way to get you to pay attention to me!” You walk closer, “Tell me why you’re so mad at me.”
Bucky watches as the water sprays you, making your already tight workout clothes cling to your body. His throat bobs as he finally answers. “I’m not mad, I’m furious. You weren’t thinking. You never do. You went by yourself when you were told to wait, and if I hadn’t been close by, you would be dead.”
“I do stuff like that all the time, Buck. Why did it make you so upset?” Bucky takes a step toward you, removing his hands from his hardening cock. “Because I care about you! If you were mine, you wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week after that stunt you pulled.”
That was just the answer to send all your worries about crossing boundaries out the window. You press yourself against him, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him. When his lips met yours, it was like you were the only people in the whole world.
His metal hand makes quick work of your sports bra, ripping it right off you. The warm palm of his flesh hand meets your breast. He groans against your neck as his hands travel lower. He jerks your leggings off in one swift motion, throwing them to the side with a wet thud.
You were never so thankful that you didn’t wear panties as you were today. He reaches between you, long fingers dipping into you. You were so wet just from arguing with him, and he knew it. “All this from fighting with me, doll?” He smirks, knowing the effect it will have on you. You clench around his fingers as he curls them upward, his palm gently brushing your clit. “James” you moan, grasping his shoulders for support.
He removes his fingers from you, turning you around so fast that you don’t have time to register how empty you feel now. Bucky presses his body to your back, trapping you between him and the shower door. The cool door makes your nipples harden against it. You feel Bucky’s hard cock rub against the curve of your ass. You try to move to create some type of friction between you, but you can’t. His big body doesn’t budge. He uses his leg to spread you further.
You gasp as he thrusts into you, not giving you any time to adjust to his size before he plunges deeper, bottoming out. You claw at the shower door, as his thrusts grow brutal. His metal arm wraps around your waist, holding you where he wants you while his flesh hand grabs your chin. He tilts your face to look at him, “Are you going to do anything that stupid ever again?” He asks, his cock brushing that spot inside of you that makes your vision go blurry.
You can’t form words, it feels too good. “I expect an answer when I ask you a question.” Your eyes are glossy, you try to answer but you only make sounds. “My pretty baby, she’s too cock drunk to talk. Is that it, doll? Is my cock too much?” You manage to whisper yes, sending his ego into overdrive.
“That’s right, nobody will ever make you feel like I do. I’ll never touch you again, if you don’t follow orders. Am I understood?” Visions of his old army days flood your mind, the band in your stomach threatening to snap. “Y-yes sir.” You stutter. He seems satisfied with your answer, holding you closer to him. His fingers dig into your hip, no doubt leaving bruises, marking you as his.
He snaps his hips one last time, burying his face into your shoulder as he comes inside you. He stays like that for a minute, catching his breath before turning you around. He checks all over your body, his forehead wrinkling as he notices the multiple marks he left behind. “Was I too rough? I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just so caught up in the moment-“
“It’s okay. I really liked it.” You confess. Bucky sighs in relief, bringing you back under the water, he starts to wash you. “Hey what about me?” Bucky smirks, “What about you, doll?” He washes down your arms. “I didn’t get off.” You state matter of factly. “Oh, I know. Only good girls get to cum.”
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samodivaa · 2 days
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Bucky loves your big thighs so much that he fucks them (smut) {requested}
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"God, doll…I-" Bucky gritters out, more animal than you have ever heard from a human as he slips his length between your squashy thighs. He squeezes his eyes shut—to utilize the entire spectrum of the other senses, moans of ecstasy crescendos and his breaths come in short instances, because there is a charm about you tightening your thighs around his cock that makes it unspeakably desirable for him. He slams his dick, grabbing your hips to keep you flush against him, teeth biting at your neck only to lick over the hurt. Leaning in to inhale near your ear, he whispers against the shell of it before nibbling at the earlobe. "-didn’t know how much I would enjoy this" with a mellifluous moan, his body taking control over his brain—the sound makes you clench around nothing, extortionate heat coils in your lower belly and blooms down toward your cunt. Bucky grunts as he slams into your soft thighs, his long dick reaching your clit. 
“Fuck me, please-” 
you breath, voice practically pleading, your soft lips blowing out in frustration as he slides his cold hand up your neck to squeeze. You gasp when his metal fingers tighten ever so slightly around your windpipe, controlling your flow of air. 
“Bucky, come on, I need-”
You try to let out a choked squeal, but his metal hand tightens around your neck again, muffling any sounds, your toes curl as he lets out a rasping moan, long and low. His love language is evoking moments of ecstasy—you have nourished your confidence from the tender love he shows to every part of your body. Like a prayer, your name sounds on his lips, his breathing is as ragged as your own, and you gasp when he suddenly slips inside your pussy, folds flutter as you’re parted by his length, making the cutest mewls as you ease his cock into your cunt, slowly—your body reels from the thrill and the surprise—from the thrusts of his powerful hips and the choking. It is too much for him. To his horror, his mind responds in obvious pleasure, his entire body shuddering in spite of his mental denial—
“Fuck-I’m coming” he groans the words out, only adding to the erotic undertone of his words.
Heat shots through his spine. His muscles clenching as his trusts become erratic, your velvety walls sealing around his member, enveloping him perfectly in its embrace. You whine, lower lip quivering as he slowly tightens the hand around your neck again, teary eyes closing and mouth opens, with no sounds coming out of it, only drool rolls down the corner of your lips as the cold touch makes your body shiver when warmth seeps into you, flooding your insides white. He closes his eyes, because of the volcanic eruptions still going through his body—his orgasm is long, raw, reaching all his body senses.
“I'm sorry, I will make it up to you now” 
he whispers, a hint of bashfulness in his tone, leaning forwards to kiss your neck, teasingly licking at your skin as he pulls away. Bucky knows that your body is aching to be touched, caressed, loved.
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purple-babygirl · 2 days
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don't call me daddy V
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x little!f!reader Word count: 4,660 Summary : In a world where littles are openly themselves, they volunteer to help and be helped by willing caregivers. In spite of himself, Bucky finds himself stuck with one and to keep the nagging away, he has to learn how to be around her with everything that that entails. Warnings: crying, age regression, fluff, a little angst A/N: i would like to give credits for this part and its idea to🦊nonnie because without her ask there might've not been a fifth part to this story. Having said that, i'm thinking this should be the last part of the story because i am out of scenario your girl is empty. but anyway, please enjoy this one and have a tight hug xx💜💜
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When they arrived back at her house, she was asleep in the passenger seat.
Bucky didn’t want to wake her up. He knew she barely got any sleep last night because of the mean cough she was suffering from and so he carefully carried her inside without a word.
His heart kept speeding up every time he would remember what she called him after taking her shot as he slipped her feet out of her shoes and socks and tucked her in her bed.
He frankly had no idea what he would do if she was to wake up little and if he was ready to be a good daddy to her. What if he messed up again? He seemed to be a pro at that.
Luckily, when she woke up later that night, she was her big self again and didn’t seem to have any recollection of calling Bucky daddy, or if she did, she didn’t mention it.
Bucky gave her her cough syrup and the rest of the meds, helping her go back to sleep as he presumed his place on the floor by her bed.
In a way he couldn’t explain, even her coughs were more comfort than the silence at his house, and definitely more comfort than his nightmares.
It was 12 days of little sleep, a lot of crying, meds, movies and sleepovers until she was fully cured again, and even though Bucky hated that she was sick, those seemed to have been some of the best days he’s ever gotten to live since he’s come back to himself.
He got to laugh with someone, care for someone, comfort someone and enjoy the company of someone. And not just anyone; it was her.
But something was missing still.
Bucky wanted her to call him daddy. More than anything and from the bottom of his heart, he wanted to deserve that name, that role.
What Bucky had noticed in the days he’d stayed at her place was that she had no family pictures at all.
She had framed pictures of friends, of herself, of Corgi, but none of family members.
It didn’t come as a surprise because she’d mentioned it to him before, and he just knew that if he wanted to be her caregiver, her daddy, Bucky had to prove to her that he was nothing like those who’d hurt her. He had to prove himself worthy of taking care of her; set himself apart from them.
And to do that, he had to know more.
“I see no family pictures anywhere,” Bucky spoke as he helped her plant the new tulips she had in place.
“Yeah, we’re not close.” She shrugged, hand stuttering just the tiniest bit in their movements.
“Can I ask why?”
She sighed, “why?”
“I’m trying to learn from the mistakes of others.”
She laughed, “really?”
“Really.”
Oh, this wasn’t a joke?
“You know you don’t have to do that anymore, right?” She couldn’t understand why he would want to try again when the report was handed and he was let off the hook.
“I want to. I really want to.” Bucky wished his gloved hands weren’t muddy as they were so he could touch her face.
He found himself craving physical contact around her more often than not.
“You finally believe in the power of the program?” She teased, keeping her focus on the flowers she was rooting.
“No, I couldn’t care less about the institution and its programs.”
“Not even Mrs. Morrison?” She joked again.
“I’m serious, doll.”
“Why then?” She dropped the bulbs, deciding to face Bucky.
“I want it because it’s you I’ll be daddy to.”
“They never loved me for who I was.” She answered his previous question and Bucky felt a pang at his chest.
He’s made her feel the same way.
He remained silent, not wanting to interrupt her in fear that she might stop.
“I always had to be a certain way, say certain things, act a certain way. Do what we say and then we’ll see if we can love you.”
Bucky might’ve been speechless, but his eyes spoke a million words, begging hers for forgiveness for his ignorant mistakes.
“That’s why it hurt so much when you showed me you didn’t accept the little version of me.”
“I’m so sorry-”
She shook her head, stopping him.
“I’ve been rejected for too long, Bucky, too many times. It took me a good while to finally believe that I was worth loving despite my quirks, ugly parts and possible mistakes. Took too long to teach myself that it didn’t matter if I cried all the time, was too clingy or too talkative; I was still lovable.” She pointed to her chest as she finished her words.
Bucky took his gloves off, pulling her in for a hug, unable to stop himself anymore. He had no words, only anger and remorse raging inside his chest.
“It takes you a while to unlearn stuff you’ve been taught your whole life by the people who were supposed to love you the most.” She whispered into his shirt.
“Doll, I’m so sorry,” Bucky whispered back.
“It’s okay.” She looked up at him, “I appreciate you, Bucky, I really do, but I don’t think I’m ready to lose everything I’ve built inside me if you decide in the middle of it that you weren’t fully ready to take on such a responsibility. I forgive you. I promise. But I don’t trust you enough to give up full control of myself and my life to you again. I’m sorry.” She pulled away from the hug, giving Bucky the option to walk away.
“Don’t be. I understand.” He remained in place.
“Are you gonna disappear now?” She wondered with a sad smile.
“No, you’re not getting rid of me so easily.” Bucky returned the smile, putting his gloves back on.
She smiled gratefully, “I don’t wanna lose you either. You’re such a great friend. And I owe you forever for taking care of me those past few days.”
“What if I prove myself to you though?” Bucky asked, dipping a tulip bulb in the soil.
“What?” She tilted her head in confusion.
“What if I show you how serious I am about this and prove myself worthy of you?”
“Bucky, you don’t have to do that. I know you have a life, responsibilities-”
“I want to do it. There’s nothing more important to me right now than this. And you.”
“If you’re doing this just because you can’t accept that you failed the program-”
“I swear on my ma’s soul, I want to do this. Because of you, doll. For you and with you.”
The words died on her tongue as she watched his sincere eyes implore hers.
“Would you give me a chance to prove myself to you? Please?”
“Okay, Bucky.” She swallowed, “one chance.”
“That’s all I need.” Bucky smiled.
~ After their conversation in the garden, Bucky had to go home.
She was not sick anymore and he didn’t have a reason to stick around. He also didn’t want to push her on the matter of regressing, so, respectful of her boundaries, he left.
His heart was heavy when he entered his empty apartment to nothing and no one. Being alone in here wasn’t something he enjoyed anymore.
It has been 2 days of intense research that Bucky has conducted on age regression and partners in little space when she texted him that night.
“Mr. Barnes, can you please come over?”
He wasn’t particularly happy about the fact that he was Mr. Barnes again, but he certainly was happy that she thought to text him when little. This was an improvement and it counted to Bucky.
“Will be right there, doll.” He texted back, running to his motorcycle.
~
Bucky took in a deep breath before knocking at her door, ready to prove himself a suitable daddy.
She opened with teary eyes, making Bucky’s heart sink.
“What’s wrong, doll?” Bucky asked as he stepped inside.
“I can’t open the pickle jar and now my hands hurt,” she cried, showing him the insides of her palms and how red they were from trying so hard to twist the cap on the glass jar.
She was indeed a little worried that Bucky might find this stupid, that he might yell at her or get upset because she was crying over something minimal in his eyes.
But that wasn’t the case at all. The man was just thankful that she was alright.
“Oh, doll,” Bucky sighed in relief, glad that she wasn’t actually hurt.
Until he remembered that this was a big deal to her. Her hands hurt and she was frustrated because the cap wouldn’t budge.
Moments like these definitely required a daddy.
“I thought Mr. Barnes could help,” she sniffled, her hand wiping under her nose, “metal arm.” She touched his gloved hand.
Bucky chuckled, taking the pickle jar out of her hand, “what if I can do it without the metal arm? What would you give me in return?”
“The biggest pickle?” She offered, wiping her tears away from her eyes, her crying stopping at once.
Bucky laughed at her innocence, “no, I want something else, doll.”
She tilted her head expectantly.
What could Mr. Barnes possibly want? Did he want the whole jar? Would he at least leave her one pickle? She was craving pickles-
“I want you to start calling me Bucky again. No more Mr. Barnes. Can you do that for me, doll?”
Oh, that was something she could do.
“Only if you can open the jar with your not metal hand,” she challenged, her little mind amazed by the idea because look at her hand! It had red marks all over when she tried opening that jar.
“You got it,” Bucky said, easily twisting the cap on the jar open, making her mouth open with it.
“Woah,” she whispered as Bucky handed her the jar with a laugh.
“You’re welcome, doll.” He smiled, watching her chew on a crunchy pickle.
“Thank you, Bucky.” She smiled back, offering him a big pickle.
Bucky’s nerves tingled, knowing he was one step closer to her and his desired title.
~
Moving forward, Bucky learned to distinguish between her big self and little self through texts.
Her little self would always talk about him and herself in third person.
Plus, her big self always needed help with bigger things like needing Bucky to fix her sink or look at her car, knowing he might burn down the city if she went back to asking Adam for help with those things.
Her little self, on the other hand, would need help with the lighter things, the sweeter things. She would call asking for help with Corgi, something too high on a shelf or even just wanting Bucky’s company.
Tonight was one of those nights.
It was thundering more than usual and Bucky had wanted to go and be with her, but he didn’t want to invade her privacy.
But then she called and her scared voice saying his name had Bucky moving even before she uttered the words.
He was proud that she now knew that he was just only one call away; that he would come running whenever she needed. She could finally count on him to be there for her and he couldn’t be more contented.
He knew that consistency was important in relationships, especially one where she was little.
“Hey, doll, it’s okay. It’s just a little thunder,” Bucky cooed, rubbing her back as she let him inside.
“I’m not scared anymore now that Bucky is here.” She smiled, her breathing visibly slowing down.
“Well, I’m staying the night so you have nothing to worry about,” he chuckled, following her to the bedroom.
“Bucky covered his motorcycle?” she asked, worried his vehicle would get ruined.
“Leave that for now, we’ll hose it down together tomorrow when it’s sunny.”
“Corgi loves the hose,” she spoke out the first thought that came to her mind and Bucky loved it, laughing heartily at her comment.
The dog’s ears perked at the sound of his name, jumping at Bucky’s feet as soon as he entered the bedroom, waiting for his share of pets.
He bent down to give the dog some love when he heard her sigh.
“Corgi loves Bucky too.” She smiled shyly, internally wishing her name was Corgi.
“Bucky loves Corgi right back,” Bucky whispered, leaning in to kiss her forehead.
She only smiled bigger, running to her bed and getting under the covers.
When Bucky got down to sleep on the floor that night, however, she slipped off her bed and right next to him.
“Doll, the floor is too cold for you. Sleep on your bed, come on.” Bucky sat up, wanting to help her up on the bed again but she wouldn’t move.
“Wanna be next to Bucky,” she said with a pout.
“But-”
“I know Bucky can’t sleep on beds. It’s okay. Doll will sleep here,” she told him, squeezing Wolfie in her arms.
Bucky’s heart fluttered and it made his mind light up with an idea only a true daddy would have.
“Do you wanna build a fort?” He suggested and her face instantly beamed with a smile as she nodded.
Of course she did!
That night as Bucky gathered all of her soft blankets to make her a floor mattress inside a fort full of fluffy pillows, he knew he was smitten.
This girl had him head over heels for her and there was nothing in the world that he wouldn’t do just to see her smile.
“Can Bucky please tell me a story?”
“Sure, doll. Do you have any books I can read to you from?”
“I have books that big me likes but I don’t want those.”
“What would you like then?”
“I want a story that is Bucky’s. Tell me a story you didn’t tell anyone at the institution.”
Oh, she was jealous. The thought made Bucky smile as he pulled the covers up to her neck to make sure she was warm down on the floor.
“Okay, you ready?” Bucky asked, dimming the lights in her room.
She made herself comfortable under the covers, big eyes watching Bucky’s handsome grin as the cozy atmosphere he’s created comforted her through the storm, “ready.”
“Once upon a time, there was a small idiot who picked up fights with boys much bigger than himself. His name was Steve…”
Bucky fell asleep with his hand stroking her hair, watching her soft breaths leave her chest that night without abruptly waking up in the middle of it for the first time in forever.
~
Bucky didn’t know what it was like to be her, but he was going to do his best to put himself in her shoes like she’d previously tried.
She deserved to be fully and entirely understood.
He witnessed a glimpse of her feelings towards the concept of family a couple of times when they would watch movies like The Lion King or Lilo and Stitch.
She didn’t seem to be affected by the death of Mufasa even though he knew her to be a very sensitive little. She was sad for Simba, of course, but not for Mufasa’s demise. Similarly with Lilo and Stitch, she didn’t care much about the concept of the family.
There was an actual barrier separating her from experiencing any positive feelings that came with the idea of family. Because she had none to associate with hers.
With some more research, Bucky managed to find a few animated movies that didn’t seem to revolve around the idea of family love and how family was everything and whatnot.
One of those movies was The Willoughbys. The movie depicted how neglecting some parents can be and that 2 people loving each other and getting married didn’t necessarily mean they would love their children too.
It was a very unique movie and Bucky was actually happy they could make such movies nowadays.
When the song I Choose You started playing in the movie, Bucky felt her small hand squeezing into a fist.
He silently wrapped his hand around hers, offering quiet comfort and support.
He looked down to see tears in her innocent eyes as she showed her feelings for the first time during one of their movie nights.
 “Bucky chooses me?” she croaked, lip trembling as she cried.
“Bucky chooses you, doll. Wholeheartedly.” Bucky reassured, bringing her knuckles to his lips.
“I choose Bucky, too.” She pulled him down by one cheek to leave a kiss on the other.
Bucky froze.
It was the first time she’s kissed him since he applied that cream on her burnt hand back at his house. She did it on her own, too.
“And I choose Corgi,” she said, running her fingers through the hair of the puppy sleeping soundly on her lap.
“That’s right, and Corgi chooses you. Family doesn’t have to be the ones you were born with, doll,” Bucky told her as he wiped her tears away, “you can choose the family you want for yourself”.
“Thank you, Bucky.” She hugged him tight, afraid he might not be real and that this moment is all made up.
“You’re welcome, doll.” Bucky kissed the side of her head as they pulled away.
“Can I choose Adam, too?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper as she gauged Bucky’s reaction.
She could actually hear his chest rumble with a low “argh” before he nodded despite himself, making her giggle.
“Don’t worry. I only have one Bucky.” She reassured, slinging her arm around Bucky’s metal one.
One daddy, she wanted to say, but she couldn’t. She was still scared.
~
Bucky knew that she needed her own independent time alone sometimes even when little, and he would allow her just that, texting throughout the day just to make sure she was okay, reminding her to drink water and take care of herself.
But there was one particularly hard weekend when she felt real down about some of her plants dying as the storm took them out of the ground.
When she opened the door she was clearly disheveled, hair all messy and looking like it hadn’t been brushed all week.
“Hey, doll,” Bucky spoke gently as he closed the door behind him.
She quickly ran into his arms, needing the comfort more than anything, “my plants are dead and Corgi peed on my new carpet and my hair doesn’t smell like shampoo anymore and I’m-”
Damn. She was spiraling. She just slipped out of his hug and on the floor. Oh no.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. You’re okay. I’m here now and I got you, okay?” Bucky tried his best to reassure her, getting on his knees before her to look into her eyes.
“Okay,” she hiccupped, nodding even though she wasn’t fully convinced.
“What happened to the plants?” Bucky wanted to handle her concerns one at a time.
“My apple trees were pulled out of place because of the storm,” she started sobbing again as she remembered what had happened to her hard word.
“Okay, okay, tell you what, I’ll put them back in place, okay?”
“Really?” She sniffed.
“Really.” Bucky smiled kindly.
“Okay.” She nodded, trying to control her breathing.
“And we’ll throw the new carpet in the washing machine, and keep Corgi in his playpen with pee pads,” Bucky gave her the steps of how the day was going to go, leading her by the hand to where Corgi was.
“Okay.” She nodded again, her tears ceasing.
“And while the carpet is being washed, I’ll help you wash your hair. Does that sound okay?” Bucky asked her permission, wanting to make sure she was completely comfortable.
“Yes.” She was finally smiling again as well.
“Okay, let’s get you in here,” Bucky told the puppy before placing him inside his playpen.
He spread a few sheets on which the dog could pee if needed before collecting the affected mat.
“Let’s take this to the washing machine,” Bucky voiced his movements, wanting to put her at ease as he kept her hand in his and walked with her to the bathroom.
“In you go.” Bucky threw the rug inside the washing machine along with some detergent.
“Now what do we do?” He asked her, wanting to keep her out of her head.
“Wash doll’s hair?” She asked with half a smile.
“That’s right, get in there.” Bucky tilted his head towards the bathtub with a smile.
And for some reason, it was different this time. He didn’t feel all weird seeing her naked. Maybe it was because he knew her better this time and was familiar with her in more ways than one that such intimacy didn’t startle him. He wasn’t sure, but Bucky wasn’t complaining, only grateful as she closed her sweet eyes and trusted him to wash her hair for her.
~
“Alright, show me how it’s done,” Bucky encouraged, instructing her to whip her hair to the front so he could wrap the towel around it.
She did as told with a giggle, dangling her hair before her and letting Bucky wrap it up the best he could.
“Off to the couch.” Bucky chuckled as he watched her skip in her cashmere bathrobe to her couch.
Later after Bucky has brushed her hair for her, he helped her get dressed and they went outside together to replant the fallen apple saplings the wind had knocked down just like he promised.
The smile on her face was new and unmatched as she watched Bucky handle her plants with care.
“Thank you, Bucky.” She hugged him close, hardly wanting to let go as they stood in the middle of her garden.
Bucky was now rooted in her heart just like the plants in her gardens were in their soil.
She didn’t think she could be away from him anymore. She didn’t want to be away from him anymore.
“Daddy, I’m hungry,” she whispered timidly as they started walking back to the house.
“What do you want on your piz- what did you say?” Bucky stopped in his tracks.
“I’m hungry.” She bit her lip and looked away quickly, hesitant now that his eyes were on her.
“Before that, doll.” Bucky brought her eyes back to his by her chin.
“D-daddy?”
Bucky smiled a smile that reached his eyes as they lit up with gratitude. He couldn’t believe he was finally hearing that word.
“Daddy’s thinking pizza, doll. Sound okay?”
Her face glowed up with her own smile as she witnessed Bucky, with full commitment, refer to himself as daddy.
She nodded, knowing this was going to be the most delicious pizza she was ever going to eat.
~
“What is daddy thinking?” she asked when she noticed his eyes on her, slipping a loose strand of hair behind Bucky’s ear.
“Just thinking about all the things you make me feel, doll.” He smiled, turning his face to kiss her hand before it left his face.
Her face started heating up as she retracted her hand, tingles spreading all over her, “things like what?”
“You make me feel like there’s still good in this world. Like I’m worth patience and kindness and maybe even… love,” Bucky voiced his feelings, eyes dreamy as they watched her pretend to be focused on organizing her stuffies’ seats on the floor.
“You are, daddy,” she replied sincerely, hurting inside that Bucky might doubt this even a little.
“I can’t believe I was so horrible to you, doll.” Bucky’s sigh came out hot from his chest, holding so much regret.
“That’s in the past, daddy. Doll doesn’t think about it no more.” She smiled, her littler hand covering his own lovingly before giving a soothing squeeze.
“You’re just perfect, aren’t you?” Bucky held her hand up and gave the back of it a noisy kiss.
She laughed, face heating up more at the sweet attention, “no body’s perfect, remember?”
Bucky tried to continue laughing with her but he was still kicking himself for what he did to her during her visit to his house.
“How did you even tolerate me back then, doll? I was the worst.” Bucky covered his face with his hands as he threw his head back, laying on his back on the floor full of shame.
“That’s not true. You just misunderstood me and that happens!” She was quick to defend him, refusing the idea that he would even criticize himself, “daddy is the best.”
“I know, but it still gave me no right to treat you the way I did.” Bucky’s eyes teared up at the memories of his very mean words and actions, “I made you cry a lot.” He struggled to forgive himself for that one.
“Daddy, I forgave you, I swear,” she promised, her hands cradling his full cheeks.
She felt like her heart might stop from sadness if Bucky was to cry right now.
“I’m really sorry. I’m really really sorry, doll.” Bucky’s eyes were sincere, holding so much emotion in them that she felt her own begin to fill up with tears.
“Daddy, you don’t need to apologize no more,” she whispered, doing her best to hold back tears.
“You have made me the luckiest man on earth by accepting me as your caregiver, your daddy, and you’ve taught me so much, doll.” Bucky actually started crying, a lot of held-inside feelings coming out at once.
“Daddy.” Her thumb wiped under his eyes gently as she felt her own tears roll down, “don’t say stuff like that”.
“But I need to. Because you did. You taught me unconditional love and acceptance. You taught me what it means to live again. Doll, your patience with my terribleness has taught me that maybe I’m not a hopeless case after all, and that this shell of a man with a metal arm might be capable of things he thought have been wiped from his memory long ago.”
“Daddy, please stop crying,” she sobbed, pressing her forehead to his chin as her attempts at wiping his tears away have proven to be futile.
“I love you so much, doll. I love you with every old bit of me and if you’ll have me…”
“Daddy?” she raised her head, eyes on Bucky’s face, trying to read his expression.
Could Bucky really be asking what she thought he was asking?
“Doll, I want you to be my baby for more than just a few days. Would you give me that honor? Would you let me be your daddy for real?”
“Daddy, are you sure?” she nervously bit her lip.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything more.” Bucky promised.
She nodded frantically, afraid the offer might disappear if she took too long to respond, “yes.”
“Thank you, doll.” Bucky breathed as he pulled her to him, strong arms engulfing her in a protective hug.
“Daddy will not regret it later?” her eyes watched him, a small hint of doubt still tainting her trust.
“Do you like the moon, doll?”
“Yes.” She tilted her head, not understanding the relation between her question and Bucky’s answer.
“You know how our sky only has one moon?”
She nodded.
“My heart is just like that. It can only have one doll no matter how much time passes.”
“Oh.” She sniffled, trying to hold the tears in.
“I love you, doll.” Bucky gave her hair a long kiss.
“I love you, daddy.” She kissed his chest, her arms tightening their hold around him as best as she could, never wanting to be away from him again.
And she wasn’t going to be. Bucky was an idiot who let her go once; never again was he going to make that mistake.
He was blessed with her now and he was going to spend every day of his life proving he was worthy of this blessing.
~
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hollyseb · 3 days
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I DO (part 2)
Mob! Bucky x Reader - Forced Marriage AU
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Warnings: MINORS DNI, swearing, violence, sexual content
2.2k words
Summary; Bucky, the leader of the mob, and the daughter of his enemy mob leader, find themselves entangled in a complex relationship
“We got a problem”.
Bucky sent a glance to your sleeping form, the sheets pooling around your waist, with your chest lifting rhythmically.
He ran a hand down his face and groaned, not wanting to leave you. “How bad is it?”, he asked, debating whether to throw the phone at the wall.
“Bad enough”, Steve replied grimly.
Fuck”, Bucky muttered, hastily shoving his phone into his slacks, throwing on the rest his clothes.
Finally reaching the foyer, he grabbed his keys from the table by the door and made his way outside to where his Mercedes was parked. The cool night air hit him like a slap in the face.
Dragging me away from my wife, on my wedding night. This better be fucking good.
“Steve”, Bucky said tersely, stalking into the dark warehouse, his men surrounding a table.
Bucky's gaze swept over the faces of his men, noting the glint of determination in their eyes. The room fell silent as he entered, a testament to his intimidation.
Steves eyes met his, his expression grim but determined. "Bucky, glad you could make it," he said, his voice low and steady.
"What's the situation?" Bucky demanded, his broad shoulders raising and falling in laboured movements.
"Hydra hit us hard tonight," he rasped, his jaw set with determination. "They took out one of our key operations."
Bucky's jaw clenched, “Do we know why?”
Steve faltered for a moment, before clasping a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, “They’re… not happy about the arrangement with Pierce’s daughter”.
Bucky smirked at that, “well he was quick enough to give her away to pay off his debt… fucking coward”.
“Bucky, they took out 14 of our men, brutally”.
Fuck.
Bucky's expression darkened, his anger simmering just beneath the surface.
“Wipe out half of their men, now”, Bucky began, his lips beginning to curl into a dangerous smirk. “Send a message that we won’t tolerate their interference”.
Steve listened intently, waiting for Bucky to continue.
An intimidating glint flashed through the mob boss’ eyes. “Let them know we will track the rest of them down, one-by-one, take them hostage, and torture them until they are begging to die”, his voice dripping with menace.
This was the mob boss that Steve knew; ruthless, determined and downright frightening.
The warehouse buzzed with anticipation as Bucky directed his men to different parts of the city. The adrenaline from the operation faded, replaced by a growing unease, a pang of guilt gnawing at him. He hated how he left you alone on your wedding night.
Steve sensed his apprehension. “Go home, I got this”, he said assertively.
Bucky hesitated, usually reluctant to relinquish control, but the thought of you waiting for him at home spurred him into action. With a nod of gratitude, he turned on his heel and headed back to his car, eager to be by your side once more.
The first light of dawn was breaking through the darkness when Bucky was speeding home.
Upon entering, he found his home eerily quiet. The faint scent of perfume lingered in the air, a reminder of your presence.
His steps echoed in the empty hallway as he made his way to the bedroom, his mind racing with worry. Had you left in the middle of the night? Did you really feel no connection?
Relief flooded through his body as he pushed the bedroom door open, and saw you tangled in the sheets.
Gently, Bucky pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.
After he pulled away slightly, you pounced on him, eyes flashing with anger.
You pinned him to the mattress with a knee on his hip and a hand on his wrist. Your chest was rising and falling rapidly, as you took in his bewildered expression.
”Where the hell were you?”, you seethed, your voice demanding. “Leaving in the middle of the night without a word”.
He swallowed hard, opening his mouth to respond.
You interrupted him. “It’s my first night in this house, and you fucking leave?”
”I’m sorry, doll”, he murmured, “it was just…business”, his hand reaching out to brush a stray hair behind your ear.
Is he fucking patronising you?
You scoffed, shoving his hand away. “Business”, you repeated incredulously.
Bucky's jaw clenched at your tone, not accustomed to having his decisions questioned by anyone. His patience wearing thin, "yes, business," he replied firmly, his gaze unwavering. "I had to handle something urgent”.
Your grip on him tightened. “Something urgent, huh? How about I perform a disappearing act too?”
Bucky’s eyes narrowed. “You disappear and I’ll hunt you down”, his voice low and edged.
“Is that a threat?” you challenged, a smirk playing on your lips as you observed the way Bucky’s jaw ticked. You managed to piss him off.
“Call it what you want”, he replied evenly, his tone firm, “but you're not going anywhere without me knowing about it”.
You moved to release him, attempting to roll off of the man, but he had your hip gripped like a vice. The tension in the room thickened, each word hanging in the air like a silent challenge.
Bucky's lips curled into a predatory smile, “but trust me, I don’t need threats to keep you right where I want you”.
“Fuck you”.
Bucky’s eyes darkened with desire as he held you captive beneath him.
“Funny,” he smirked, his voice dripping with hunger, “that’s exactly what I had in mind”.
You sneered at that, but his smirk only widened in response before his lips crashed into yours. You hated his cocky attitude, but you couldn’t help succumbing to him.
Bucky grinned against your lips when he ran his fingertips from your hip to the swell of your breast, feeling goosebumps appear in his wake.
Gently, he cupped your breast, his thumb brushing over your hardened nipple, eliciting a gasp from your mouth. Your body responded instinctively to his touch, arching as he rolled your nipple between his fingers.
His other hand slid down your spine, swiftly flipping you onto your back. He pulled away slightly, his gaze lingering on your hazy eyes, swollen lips and the way your breasts bounced as you landed.
With a hungry gleam in his eyes, he began peppering kisses along your jawline and down your neck, until he reached your breasts. He licked the sensitive skin around your nipple tentatively, maintaining unbroken eye contact with you.
You couldn't help but let out a soft whimper at his deliberate slowness, your anticipation building with each teasing touch. He lapped up the sound, a low hum vibrating against your skin as he palmed your other breast.
Your eyes flew open in shock when he started kissing down your stomach, tugging at the duvet pooled around your hips.
“Bucky?”
He hummed in response, fingers curling around the fabric covering your form. His gaze flickered to yours, “relax, doll”, he whispered, his voice a soothing balm, “I've got you”.
With a shaky exhaled you surrendered to his touch.
He pulled the duvet below your knees, and gently placed his hands on your thighs. Slowly, he spread your legs apart, eyes falling from your face to your core.
”Fuck”, he murmured to himself, taking in the sight before him. “You’re so fucking wet”, he growled, a hunger evident in his voice. He needed this.
His gaze flickered back up to meet yours, a primal intensity burning in his eyes. Without breaking eye contact, he lowered his head, his lips trailing a scorching path along your inner thighs.
Bucky's movements were deliberate and calculated, his tongue teasingly tracing circles along your skin. You squirmed beneath his touch, your breath hitching as he sucked a love bite into the plump skin of your thigh.
As he finally reached your core, he paused, his gaze locking with yours once more. There was a silent question in his eyes, a silent request for permission. You nodded silently.
With a devilish grin, Bucky lowered his head, licking a stripe through your folds. Your body tensed, breath getting caught in your throat. It felt so foreign, but so natural. His hands gripped your thighs, dragging you closer to his face.
With a stifled moan, you breathed his name. It was blissful, the way his tongue swept over your clit. His fingers traveled from your thighs, to spread your folds, allowing him to lick impossibly deeper.
“B-Bucky”, you stammered, a poor attempt at a warning as he teased you, bringing you to the edge, only to pull you back.
He hummed innocently in response, the vibrations going straight to your clit. You found yourself lifting your hips in an attempt to get him closer, grinding against his tongue.
You knew you were becoming delirious, losing yourself in his touch. Unable to control how your body writhed, and stringing his name between moans and whines. The knot in your stomach tightening.
He ignored your jumbled pleas, mercilessly lapping at your clit. Slowly, he sank his finger into your entrance, controlled and gentle, hardening at the way your walls clenched him.
“Bucky, please”, you whisper breathlessly. You tried to resist the urge to ride his fingers. He revealed in your submission, his gaze darkening with desire. He loved you like this, at his mercy.
”You’re making such a mess, honey”, the sound of your wetness filling the room.
Suddenly, he sucked on your clit and curved his fingers, just at the right pace. The knot released. Your legs shook around his head as your mouth fell open in ecstasy. Fuck. You forgot your own name. You’d never came so hard in your life. You were gasping for air.
He wouldn’t release you, prolonging your climax. He couldn’t get enough of the way you trembled beneath his touch.
As you came down from your high, chest heaving and skin flushed, Bucky crawled up your body, leaving a trail of kisses along your skin.
“Still planning on that disappearing act, huh?”, Bucky said, a smug grin playing on his lips.
In a dazed haze, you managed to lazily roll your eyes. “Gonna need more than just one orgasm to make me forget about that, Buck”.
Bucky’s grin widened at your response, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. “Oh sweetheart”, he purred, leaning in closer, “I can make you forget your own name”.
You arched an eyebrow, with a smirk devious enough to match his. “Careful, you might end up forgetting yours too”, you retorted, your tone teasing.
Bucky’s voice dropped to a husky whisper, his breath grazing your ear. “It’ll be hard to forget my name with the way you were moaning it”.
Bucky’s grin faltered as a sharp knock on the bedroom door shattered the tranquil atmosphere.
Quickly, you pulled the sheets up to cover yourself as Bucky padded across the room with a resigned sigh. He swung the door open, revealing the man who you had seen briefly at the wedding, Steve.
The man stepped into the room, his gaze flickering to you briefly before returning to Bucky. You felt exposed under his stare.
”You’re needed downstairs. Now.” Steve's voice was urgent, his eyes darting between you and Bucky with unease.
Bucky’s brow furrowed, muscles tensing with apprehension. “Has Hydra attacked?”, he questioned, his voice edged with concern.
“Bring her downstairs too”, Steve added, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Bucky looked at you over his shoulder. He hated the way you were gripping the bedsheets in fear. Both men fixed their eyes on you, their expressions unreadable. Silently, Bucky nodded to Steve, unease settling like a fog over the room.
“Give us a minute”, Bucky said to Steve, closing the door quietly.
There was a sense of foreboding in your chest as Bucky turned to you, his demeanor suddenly serious. You felt a shiver down your spine. You had yet to see his mob boss side in full throttle.
“Get dressed, now”, he instructed, placing a folded pair of his grey tracksuit bottoms and a plain white tee in your hands.
”Bucky?”, you whispered, alarmed by his haste, “is everything okay?”
“Get dressed”.
Without another word, you obeyed his instructions, slipping into the clothes he provided. You found yourself breathing in the scent of his cologne to calm yourself down.
Once dressed, you met Bucky’s steely gaze. His usual charm was gone. A reminder of the dangerous world he lived in.
Bucky took your hand in his, his thumb drawing circles over your hand. His touch grounded you in the midst of the chaos. together, you made your way downstairs.
As you reached the downstairs of his mansion, the atmosphere shifted palpably. Bucky’s men were gathered in tense clusters, their expressions grim.
"Stay close to me," Bucky murmured, his voice low and reassuring, as he led you through the gathering of his men.
You nodded silently, clinging to his hand tightly as you navigated through the tense atmosphere. The weight of the situation hung heavy in the air, and you couldn't shake the feeling of unease creeping up your spine.
As you approached the center of the room, Bucky's third-in-command, Sam, stepped forward, his expression grave.
“Hydra has placed a hit on your wife.”
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redwing4life · 2 days
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Forgotten Alarms
CHAPTER 1 | ASHES TO EMBERS
PAIRING: Firefighter!Neighbour!Bucky x Fem!Reader
WARNINGS: Mentions of night terrors, trapped in small spaces, brief mention of reader being worried about bucky holding her weight, nothing else other than bucky being cute af
SUMMARY: When you get stuck in an elevator with your neighbour (who also happens to be your crush), you discover your interest in the firefighter isn’t as one-sided as you thought.
WORD COUNT: 2736
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“You’re late, doll.”
The teasing voice of your neighbour catches you off guard when you open your front door; your hand slaps over your heart as you jump from shock.
“Says you” you smirk as you come down from the surprise. You step out of your door fully, turning and pulling it shut behind you.
Bucky chuckles, locking his own door while you do the same. He can’t help but sneak another glance your way - a light blush creeping up your neck under his gaze.
You think you’d be used to him by now, have your little crush under control seeing as you find yourselves leaving for work at the same time regularly. And yet here you are, heart beating faster than you’d like while you fumble with your keys.
Despite being late for work, Bucky waits for you to finish locking up before falling into step beside you as you walk down the hallway to the elevator.
“So let me guess, you slept through your alarm again?” The firefighter raises a brow, amused by your flushed appearance - unsure if that’s his effect on you or the fact your shift started five minutes ago.
“Worse,” you wince, “didn’t even set the damn thing.”
If you didn’t love it so much so much, you’d be inclined to be offended at the snort of a laugh he lets out. “Oh, doll.” Bucky shakes his head with a grin still left on his lips.
“What ‘bout you, Barnes? Spend too much time doing your hair?”
One unamused glare your way and now you’re the one giggling. Walking up to the elevator, you press the button to go down before stepping back to face Bucky.
“I’ll have you know, I woke up looking this good” He winks at you, hoping you’ll accept his non-answer for an answer. But you both know why he woke up late.
He barely even fell asleep, now that his nightmares are back.
His screams travel through the thin walls at night, falling on concerned ears. You pretend as though you don’t hear his night terrors but he sees the slight tug at your brows the next morning, the way you’re desperate to ask if he’s okay. But you never do; you don’t want to make him uncomfortable. You offered your help once, and you’re not sure you have the right to ask again.
“Who said you look good?” You tease, hoping to lighten the mood.
The elevator dings and the doors open. “Well the old lady whose cat we saved yesterday said I was the most handsome man in town” He smirks as you both step inside.
“Oh that’s high praise, Barnes” You reply, watching as he presses the ground floor button.
A comfortable silence falls upon the elevator as it roars back to life. Pulling out your phone, you fire a quick text to your boss to apologise for being late before shoving it back into your back pocket.
Bucky turns to you, “What time do you fin-“
A loud clunk sounds from above the lift and it stops moving, dropping a couple inches before coming to a halt again.
“Oh, shit” You all but whisper, almost afraid of speaking too loudly in case it sends you tumbling down.
“Well,” Bucky’s eyes are on the ceiling, “that didn’t sound great”
If you weren’t so nervous, you might slap him for stating the fucking obvious. Your eyes fall to your hand that’s grabbed his, not even realising you’d reached for him when the lift stopped.
Your cheeks burn crimson before you release the death grip you had on his wrist, ignoring the sparks resting beneath your fingertips.
“You okay, doll?” His voice softens when he sees the fear in your eyes.
“Umm..” You stutter, voice as shaky as your hands are.
“Hey, hey,” Bucky’s hands are on your shoulders now, “you’re shaking, Y/n. What’s wrong? What do you need me to do?”
Clenching your eyes shut, you take a deep breath. “Tell me we’re not about to fall to our deaths, please”
Your neighbour lets out a breathy ‘Oh, doll’ and strokes his thumbs over your shoulders. When you open your eyes, his blue ones bear into yours reassuringly, “We’re not gonna fall to our deaths.”
“This hunk of junk hasn’t been serviced in years but i’m pretty sure it’s just jammed or the powers cut out. Either way, we’re gonna be just fine” He continues.
You let out a wavering breath and nod slowly. “Okay. So what now?” You ask.
Bucky drops one of his hands to get his phone (much to your dismay), “I’m gonna call for the crew to come get us”
“Wait,” You frown, “why not press the help button?”
Bringing his phone to his ear, Bucky replies as it starts ringing. “Well, after Mr Garvey lugs his ass outta bed, he’d be calling them anyways. Might as well avoid being stuck here longer than we have to”
Ahh, Mr Garvey; the landlord to the whole building who also happens to be the laziest fucker around.
You mumble and ‘okay’ and roll your bottom lip between your teeth - completely unaware of the admiring eyes on you.
Eventually, a voice sounds from the other side of the phone and Bucky explains the situation, rambling off the information they need to find you. With a quick thank you, the call is over and you’re left with nothing but time to waste.
Your eyes follow the man before you as he approaches the far wall, sliding down it till he’s sat with one leg stretched out, the other bent at the knee where he rests his elbow.
“It’s alright, doll. You can sit down, it won’t break anything” He cocks his head to side, eyeing up your hesitant features.
You choose to trust him; after all, he is the one best qualified to know what will and won’t make this obnoxiously small lift crash to the ground.
Letting yourself drop to the floor, you sit with your knees up due to the lack of space to stretch your legs. Bucky is right in front of you, the tight squeeze seemingly not bothering him.
“Great day to be late, huh” You scoff lightly.
“Yeah well, at least we’re together”
A laugh escapes you, drawing a confused expression from your neighbour. “Let’s not pretend as though you need me here. If it weren’t for me you’d probably be climbing outta this thing”
“You overestimate my abilities, sweets. I’m no spider-man” He replies. Those damn pet names make you blush every time.
“You know,” you tilt your head a little to the left, “I can’t think of anyone who still uses ‘doll’ or ‘sweets’ aside from you”
You swear there’s a glint in Bucky’s eye when he replies, “Do you blush when someone calls you ‘baby’ as much as you do when I call you ‘doll’?”
Thinking for a moment, you shyly shake your head in response; he raises his brows at you, as though your answer proves his point. You wonder if he’s old fashioned in other ways. If he’s one to buy his girl flowers or open a car door for them. Maybe he’s just as polite in bed, though you find yourself disappointed at the thought. God, you need to stop thinking of him like that, no matter how hot he would look between your-
“You seeing that fella from last week again?”
Bucky’s question brings you out of your day dreams and you’re surprised by it, unaware he had any interest in your love life.
“Peter?” He nods. “No, I don’t think so. We weren’t really one the same page, if that makes sense”
“How so?”
You shrug slightly, “He’s fresh out of college and looking for a fuck buddy, not a genuine relationship.” You look away from Bucky as you continue. “And even if I wanted that, he’s hardly mature enough to know what he’s doing”
With your gaze settled on your hands, you miss the way Bucky starts biting his lip as he wonders what type of man would fulfil your needs. He shakes his head clear of those thoughts, not wanting to make a fool of himself.
“What about you? Haven’t heard any visitors at yours for a little while” You comment, hoping he doesn’t think you’ve been spying on him.
He lets out a dry laugh, “Lets just say I prefer my nights off with a beer and listening to you play the piano.”
“Oh god, you hear that?” You cover your face with your hands when he nods. “I hope I don’t disturb you. I didn’t think it-“
“It’s fine, doll,” he nudges your thigh with his boot, “I like it”
Your cheeks burn yet again as you drop your hands. “You do?”
“How could I not? You play beautifully. I’ve thought of slipping a request under your door but I didn’t wanna be the creep next door”
You giggle, “You couldn’t be creepy if you tried, Barnes”
“In that case, you should know my cat loves your music too”
With a gasp, you lean closer to Bucky till you’re sat cross legged barely a foot away from him. “James Barnes, the firefighter, has a cat!?”
You revel in his hearty laugh, eyes dancing across his face. From the crinkles at the corners of his eyes to the deep smile lines framing his mouth, you can’t help but be drawn to his beauty.
He sobers up. “Her name’s Alpine.” He says, “She was left at the firehouse a couple of years ago so I took her home with me. She’s probably the only thing that loves your music more than me”
A grin tugs at your lips as you enjoy the thought of your neighbour cuddled up with a little cat.
“If we make it outta here alive, I wanna meet her”
“We’ll be fine, doll. The crew’ll be here any minute now”
You hum and silence consumes the air once more. The soft dim glow of the overhead lights falls gracefully on your features and Bucky can’t pull his eyes away. He knows you’re not too fond of the situation you’re both in and yet he can’t help but thank whatever beings made this happen; to finally have an excuse to talk to you longer than your usual small talk, to tell you how much he’s in awe your piano playing.
He’s not ready to tell you that he’s rather in awe of you, too. Maybe next time you’re stuck in a lift together.
With the silence so heavy on your ears, your mind drifts to the reason you’re here in the first place. The reason he is here.
The nightmares.
You know he hasn’t slept properly in weeks; the dark circles beneath his eyes are just a glimpse of his exhaustion. And as much as you’re scared of pushing him away, the weight on your chest is growing too heavy to bear.
“I know you’re having nightmares again.”
Bucky stills.
“Those screams, James, I-“
“It’s nothing” He cuts you off with stern words. Your brows pull together, eyes laced with worry.
“It doesn’t sound like nothing. I thought they got better.“
His head falls back against the wall behind him, “Well you thought wrong.”
You curse yourself beneath your breath as you run your hands through your hair, searching for the right thing to say.
“I’m worried about you, James.” You breathe, eyes fluttering shut. You’re scared that if you look at him, you’ll cave in and promise to never ask about it again. “I get that i’m just your neighbour but I can’t keep acting like I can’t see there’s something wrong.“
“There is nothing wrong!” Bucky’s tone is sharp, not quite shouting but no longer calm.
Your eyes snap open, training on the clench of his jaw, the sole hint of any emotion on his face.
“I’m dealing with it. So you need to stop acting like you know me because you don’t.”
And there it goes. The worry in your chest morphs into regret. Regret for bringing it up, regret for thinking you could help, regret for hearing his screams in the first place.
“Okay”
Bucky hates how timid your voice is, barely loud enough over the ringing of his own heartbeat. That and the voice in his head telling him he’s a piece of shit. He wishes he could take it all back but he doesn’t know how to, so he decides that silence is better than opening his damn mouth and making things worse.
The pair of you sit there in silence, one that’s far less comfortable than before, and stare at the ceiling, waiting for help to arrive.
When it does, you count your lucky stars that the lift stopped just at the doors to the second floor. Bucky helps the crew pull the doors open enough for you both to climb through. You feel his blue eyes on you as you wait for them to stabilise the lift, avoiding his gaze at all costs.
“Okay, Ma’am,” One of the firefighters calls, the name ‘Rogers’ written on his jacket, “we need you guys to climb up here and we’ll pull you out.”
Your eyes widen at the thought of pulling yourself up there, suddenly very aware of your frankly appalling upper body strength.
Rogers catches the hesitation on your face. “Don’t worry, Buck will help you up so you can get out first”
Turning to look at your neighbour, you lock eyes for the first time in ten minutes. His lips are turned into an awkward half smile, changing his entire demeanour from one of a brooding firefighter to a sheepish kid.
You don’t know how long the pair of you stand there staring at each other, but it’s long enough for Roger’s to clear his throat in attempt to regain your attention.
Bucky steps closer to you while the crew get ready above you. “You okay with this, doll?”
You nod, “As long as this thing doesn’t fall while i’m half way through and snap my body in half, i’m good”
That heartwarming laugh fills your ears and the firefighter shakes his head in amusement. At least he doesn’t hate you enough to leave you to get out on your own.
“Well lucky for you, that ain’t gonna happen”
You roll your bottom lip between your teeth. “Okay, how is this gonna work?”
Bucky moves to stand below the gap, facing you. He lowers himself down to one knee before reaching for your hand.
His skin is warm but rough, gentle but strong as he pulls you closer to him. The unexpected tug on your hand sends you tumbling toward him, your right hand bracing yourself on his shoulder to regain your balance while his free hand lands on your hip.
You mumble an apology, flustered at the intense heat beneath his hands and the way Bucky is looking up at you.
“You good?” He asks, voice dripping with awe, though you’re oblivious to the admiration, still plagued by the way he shut you down earlier.
When you nod, Bucky removes his hand from your hip and taps his knee. “You’re gonna step on my knee, then on my shoulder and you then should be close enough for Steve to grab you and pull you out”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you” You admit, nervous at the thought of letting Bucky take your body weight on his shoulders.
He looks up at you through his lashes “Do you trust me, sweets?”
“Yes” You reply, not even having to think about it. There may be some walls between you, but you know he’s on the other side, waiting.
“Good, then get up here”
Bucky shouts up to the crew that he’s giving you a boost now and after hearing them shout back that they’re ready, you place your foot on Bucky’s knee and push yourself up.
“Don’t drop me” You warn, reaching up to the gap in preparation.
“Wouldn’t dream of it”
And with that, you climb onto your neighbours shoulders and stretch up for Steve to grab your hands.
Along with Bucky pushing your feet up, Steve pulls you out and you slide through the gap until you’re free of that god forsaken elevator.
“Well thank fuck for that” You groan, spread across the floor on your back, making the crew laugh.
You barely have time to recover before Bucky is stood above you, having lugged himself out with ease.
“Guess you won’t be forgetting to set your alarm again, ay?”
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saber-monet · 2 days
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STEVE RODGERS x BUCKY BARNES x reader
It’s just straight up smut. penetration, breeding, tiny bit of cnc.
Context : Steve and Bucky have been your closest guy friends since high school . And one night and you all go drinking out together …
All three of us were tipsy and laughing together, and they invited me to their place nearby to keep our buzz going. We put on music while we flirted, danced, and got handsy. After a couple hours, Steve started kissing me and stroking my clit through my panties as we lounged on the couch. My pussy spread for his fingers as soon as he slid the panties aside. Bucky watched, stroking himself. Dizzy with desire and drink, it was only moments before Bucky was holding my thighs open and Steve was thrusting gently inside me. Nervous and unbelievably wet, I moaned as he fucked me with a bare cock. “Fuck, you feel so good… but we shouldn’t be doing this…”’’
“Don’t worry.” Bucky pinned my shoulders down, and Steve leaned forward and pushed gently, but firmly, into my bare cunt. “It’s okay, I’m gonna cum soon…”
“You’re so deep… please, not inside,” I begged. My mind raced at the thought, but I didn’t move to stop him.
“Yes, I’m gonna cum inside you. I always wanted to. Fuck, yeah… cumming in your pussy feels so fucking good…” His cock throbbed inside and he continued to gently fuck his load in. I groaned in pleasure, spread wide in front of him, Bucky still holding me down, cum spilling out as Steve caught his breath. When he pulled away, Bucky rolled me face down on the sofa, kneeling behind my spread legs. His cock slid in my pussy easily and I cried out again, “Oh god, wait… I can’t do this…” Steve began jerking off to the sight of his cum dripping down my legs as Bucky fucked his friend’s load in and out of me.
“We’re not done.” Bucky held onto my shoulders as he fucked hard into me. The euphoria of being taken made my heart pound. “We’re gonna fill up your pussy over and over,” he groaned, as his cock pulsed and began to fill me again.
“No… you can’t,” I moaned weakly, pussy holding on tight as he emptied into me. “Don’t cum in me, I’m fertile right now…” I heard them both laugh.
“Fuck, yeah, you’re gonna get pregnant with us tonight.” One more deep push, and his load oozed out around his cock buried in me. I shuddered, tingling inside, scared I would cum and yet desperate for it. Bucky pulled away and again Steve turned me around and sat me down in his lap. His cock slid in all at once, and we groaned in unison. Forehead to forehead, my clit rubbed against his thrusts and I knew I didn’t have long. He saw it too.
“Are you gonna cum for us?” All I could do was nod, holding onto him for stability as he forced me toward orgasm. “Good girl. That’s so fucking good. Open up that womb for us…” I was shaking and moaning as I came, a mixture of cum dripping out of me. “Are you ready for another load? Nice and deep inside your sweet pussy…” With my cunt tightening down, he slid to the deepest part of me and poured himself inside me again. My sloppy pussy milked him while he held my hips tight against his, kissing me as he tried to impregnate me. They kept passing me back and forth all night, making me cum and then filling my pussy with their loads, watching it spill out of me and then fucking it back inside me.
“Such a pretty little pussy full of our cum.”
“You’re gonna have our baby, aren’t you?”
“That’s the third time you’ve made me cum, baby.”
“Can you feel us inside your womb?”
“Good girl, cumming while we breed you.”
“Of course I’m gonna fill you up, that’s why you’re here.”
“I almost fucked you in high school, now I’m knocking you up.”
“You’re gonna stay with us and give us your pussy everyday.”
“You’d make such a good wife for us.”
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kinanabinks · 2 hours
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sesame & the sweetheart
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You've been on a few dates with Bucky now, and the sexual tension is at an all-time high. After another cute date, you realize you can't keep your hands off him for very much longer.
Content Warning: Bucky x F!Reader, fluff, casual dating, very cute soft vibes, smut (nipple play, penetrative safe sex, multiple orgasms, praise kink)
This is basically a fluffy version of Third Date. Just wanted to write something with no stakes or drama (which is incredibly difficult for me to do). The last time I tried to do that, we ended up with the Relax series, but I promise this one will remain simple and soft. Also that gif is so cute.
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The plate lands on your table with a gentle clink, the waffle staring up at you. Dark, milk, and white melted chocolate smother the top, immediately making your mouth water. Smiling politely, the server stands back. "Anything else for you guys?" She asks with a raised brow.
You share a look with Bucky before thanking her and letting her know you're all good for now, and she shoots you a wink before wandering off.
"It looks exactly like the TikTok," You say, bewildered by the beauty lying before you.
Bucky laughs, nodding. "It does look really good," He agrees while you unwrap the napkin from around the knife and fork. It's only a small table you're sitting at, so it only has one pair of cutlery, but neither you nor Bucky bothered asking for another one.
"We have to try it at the same time," You decide while cutting a piece of the waffle that ends up being bigger than you planned. "Will that fit in your mouth?"
With a grin, he shrugs. "We can try."
"Alright, let me cut myself a piece," You say, cutting a slightly smaller bite. "Now - don't start chewing until I've got mine. Okay?" You wait for him to agree to your strict terms before bringing the mammoth bite to his mouth, leaving behind some chocolate residue on the corner of his mouth. He does well to obey, though it take him a lot of willpower when the warm chocolate coats his tongue. You quickly pick up your bite and place it on your mouth, giving him a wink as you both begin to chew.
He lets out a groan, nodding with his brows furrowed. "That's good," He said once he's swallowed.
You swallow too before reaching out and wiping the corner of his mouth with your thumb, absentmindedly bringing it to your own mouth and licking it clean without a second thought.
As it's only a small table, Bucky's sitting next to you, which makes it easier for him to place his hand on your knee while you continue to feed him. It's only your third date, but you already feel comfortable around him. It isn't often that you meet someone on a dating app as hot and sweet as Bucky. You're still waiting to spot a red flag, but they're all coming up green.
"You wanna go for a walk after this?" He suggests, letting you take the last bite. "There's a path nearby, nice and quiet."
"Are you planning on killing me?" You ask teasingly, placing the fork down on the empty plate.
Bucky chuckles, shrugging his shoulders. "Maybe I am," He replies before making eye contact with the server who comes over.
"All done?" She asks brightly.
"Yes, thank you," Bucky replies. "Could I get the bill, please?"
She nods and takes the plate away, leaving you to glare at him. "We're splitting it this time," You declare sternly.
"Are we?" He asks with a raised brow, reaching into his pocket to pull out his black leather wallet.
"You paid the last two times," You remind him.
"It's gonna be like, ten dollars," He points out, giving you a flat look.
"So then, let me pay," You counter stubbornly.
"Here you go!" The server announces, placing the bill on the table. "I hope you enjoyed your food."
"It was really good," You tell her with a smile while fumbling in your purse. By the time you've got your phone ready, Bucky's already swiping his card, having added a big tip for the server. Hot.
"Thank you so much," She says. "Enjoy the rest of your day!"
You narrow your eyes at him once she's gone, but he only laughs. "I'm not gonna let you pay for a date I've asked you on, sesame," He tells you, the nickname a callback to when you were left with sesame seeds all over your lips after the dessert you ate on your first date. How you managed to secure a second date with him, you'll never know.
"In that case," You say as the both of you stand up. "I'm asking you on the next date."
"Oh, yeah?" He challenges as you swings open the door to the small cafe and lets you walk out first. "Not if I do, first."
Your eyes widen as he follows you out and you quickly turn to face him. "Will you-"
"Do you wanna go watch that new horror film you've been talking about this Friday?" He cuts in, a smug look on his face.
Damn it. He knows you can't say no to that. "I'd love to," You reply honestly, before a mischievous smirk pulls at your lips. "Do you want to go for dinner at the Red Velvet after the movie?"
Bucky takes your hand and begins leading you down the street, a focused look on his face as he tries to win this game. "Would you prefer to go to that brisket place we walked past last week?" He counters.
Your mouth waters just at the memory of the smells that came from that place. He's good, but you can't give in. "Sushi?" You suggest. "I know you love that Dragonfly place."
The look on his face makes you think you've finally got him - but he has one more trick up his sleeve. "How about," He begins, a knowing look in his eye, "We watch the movie, and then I take you back to my place where I can cook dinner for you?"
Your stomach flips at his proposal and you know you can't say no to that. He hasn't mentioned that he cooks yet, but even if he's a terrible chef, the thought of him putting in that effort for you makes you swoon. "That sounds perfect," You say, hating how weak you are, causing him to shoot you a satisfied wink.
The pathway he takes you on is admittedly very pretty. You walk by a quiet canal, and though in any other situation you'd be terrified to be alone in a place like this with a man you met online a few weeks ago, you feel safe with Bucky.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" He asks. The two of you have stopped by a big rock on which water is cascading down, and though the view is pretty, he's prettier.
"Just making you sure you aren't about to kill me," You say as he places his hands on your hips and pulls you closer, making you bite your lip.
"You look like you want something," He utters lowly. "What do you want, sesame?"
Your first kiss was at the end of your second date three days ago. He walked you home and gave you a goodnight peck at the door; completely different to what you're used to. Because he's such a gentleman, you're finding it hard to be open about what you want.
"Talk to me," He urges you gently, moving one hand up to cup your face. He knows what you want; he just wants you to say it. Maybe he isn't such a gentleman, after all.
Swallowing your pride, you lift up your chin and meet his eyes. "I want you to kiss me," You admit quietly, moving closer until your chest is pressed against his.
Part of him wants to continue teasing you, but he can't hold back any longer, especially not when he can feel your boobs against his ribs. Your dates have been a lot more reserved than he's used to, but that's because he wants to do this right with you - you make him feel a way nobody ever has before, so he wants to be a gentleman. But you're making that incredibly difficult. Without wasting any more time, he brings his lips down to yours in a soft kiss. Well, it's soft for all of three seconds. You wrap your arms around his neck and part your lips, allowing for your tongue to stroke his.
His hands squeeze your hips, and you place yours on top of his before moving them down to your ass, moaning as he grabs it. You let out a whimper and clutch fistfuls of his t-shirt. "Buck," You whine quietly against his lips, begging him to understand what it is you need.
Pulling away from the kiss, he keeps your body close to his. "What do you say we cut this walk short and head back to my place?" He suggests, no hint of teasing in his tone - this is serious. Fuck being a gentleman.
A grabby, gropey Uber ride later, you arrive at his apartment building. It's fancy; the kind with a big square courtyard with bushes and healthy looking flowers, and you begin to realize why he's always so happy to pay for everything. It isn't until the elevator ride that you notice how much you miss having his lips on yours.
"Hey," You begin, nudging his shoulder before you lean back against the mirror. "Will you kiss me again?"
He's on you before you finish the sentence. Thankfully, he lives on the 22nd floor, so there's enough time for a rushed make-out session until the doors open. Bucky's hands are back on your ass which he squeezes in his palms, knowing that it's what makes those pretty whimpers leave your mouth.
"Bucky, I'm so wet," You whisper, craning your neck back as your heart races. "Please touch me."
You're not sure what's gotten into you - sure, you usually don't wait until the third date to hook up, but public intimacy has never been in your remit. Granted, you're in an otherwise empty elevator, but there's likely CCTV cameras with some very excited security guards watching your every move.
Bucky doesn't take orders lightly - he's a giver by nature, so when he hears you begging him to put his hands on you, he can't refuse. He slips a hand between your thighs, skirting it up your dress, feeling your soft, bare skin beneath his palm. With his forehead resting against yours, Bucky begins to rub your pussy through your soaked panties. His fingers move quick, and that combined with how attracted to him you are makes it easy for you to get close to finishing.
A string of quiet moans leave your mouth, and Bucky takes the opportunity to stick his tongue past your parted lips. Your thighs clamp around his hand but he continues rubbing your clit, while you tug on his hair.
"Bucky, I'm-" Just as you feel your climax begin to approach, a ding sounds out.
"Floor 22. Doors opening."
He stops his movements, pulling his hand out from between your legs, much to your chagrin. Laughing at the pout on your lips, he takes your hand and leads you out into the hallway.
This is definitely the fanciest apartment building you've been in, and you haven't even seen his place yet. The floors look to be have been cleaned as recently as this morning, with fresh flowers in vase fixtures on the walls. Bucky takes you into his apartment, and you're even more taken aback.
It's large, with full-length windows on one wall giving you a view of the New York skyline. The thought of what the rent must be almost makes your eyes water. Looking around, you take in the surroundings. He's good at decorating - or he paid someone well to do so for him - and he's tidy. You look at the back wall which has a few certifications and awards on them which takes you by surprise.
"When you said you work in finance, I admittedly blocked out the rest of your sentence," You admit, turning to look at him. "I didn't realize you were a CFO!"
"You ignored me?" He asks with faux shock, placing a hand on his chest as he walks over to you. "I opened up to you about my life and you blocked it out?"
"I have a certain image of you, and finance bro is not it," You admit with a laugh. "I didn't wanna ruin the image."
"What image?" Bucky wonders, taking one of your hands and bringing it up to his cheek.
"You're a little sweetheart," You mumble, moving closer to him. "I want it to stay that way."
"I can be your little finance sweetheart," He says, snorting as the sentence leaves his mouth.
"Something tells me that's not what you make your employees call you," You say with a smirk.
"I don't have employees, I have a team," Bucky corrects you, licking his lips as he grabs your hips and pulls you closer. "But that's enough about work. How about I finish what I started, hmm?"
The conversation escapes your mind, which you find is suddenly blank. Nodding up at him, you rest your hands on his chest. "I like that idea."
Without warning, he lifts you up and throws you over his shoulder, making you squeal. He takes you into his bedroom, your heart racing as he gently throws you onto his bed. Immediately, you kick off your shoes, not wanting to dirty his clean sheets.
He joins you on the mattress with a small grin, getting on top of you and marrying his lips to yours again. You can't remember the last time kissing someone was this good, and you quickly realize just how much you want him.
"Bucky," You mumble, tugging at the hem of his shirt. "Take it off." Admittedly, the shirtless picture on his dating profile has been on your mind since you matched with him, and you need to see it in person. And feel it.
He happily obliges, pulling his shirt off over his head and tossing it to the side. You make a mental note to steal it from him later. "I'm feeling left out," Bucky says with a smirk before he starts unbuttoning your shirt dress. You sit up, allowing him to pull it away from your body, leaving you there in your underwear. He looks you up and down, unable to hide the look of hunger in his eyes. Fuck. You're perfect.
"I need to tell you something," You begin coyly, resting your palms on the bed as you subconsciously stick your chest out.
"Oh?" He whispers, eyes still glued to your body. "What is it?"
Biting your lip, you lower your voice, finding yourself almost nervous. Get a grip. This isn't your first rodeo. "I, uh, my nipples are... super sensitive," You say, feeling your cheeks heat up as the sentence leaves your mouth.
Bucky's eyebrow flickers up on its own accord. "Right," He replies almost inaudibly. "Does that mean I should avoid touching them, or-"
"Absolutely not," You cut him off instantly. "The opposite."
His face relaxes, before his eyes glint with excitement. He tentatively places his hands on your hips, before slowly snaking them up your back while you keep your eyes firmly on his. Expertly, he unhooks your bra, and you wonder whether he's lucky or just well-practiced. Once your bra's off, his eyes sink down to your boobs, the cool air making your nipples harden.
"Fuck," He whispers under his breath, his dick impossibly hard. "You're so fucking sexy."
Your thighs squeeze together as you watch him watching you, dark lust clouding his face. "What are you waiting for?" You ask him lowly.
"I don't know," He mumbles, brows furrowing together. "Just... enjoying the view."
"As sweet as that is," You say with a soft laugh, "How about you stop being such a tease and touch them?"
His hand slides up your side, making you shiver. He grabs one of your boobs in his hand, looking up at your face as his thumb grazes over your nipple. Immediately, you suck in a sharp breath, lips parting and hips starting to grind against the bed.
"You weren't kidding about them being sensitive," He whispers.
"Bucky," You whine, allowing your back to hit the bed. "Please."
He follows you down, taking a boob in each hand but steering clear of your nipples. "What do you want, sesame?" He asks you with a small smirk pulling at his lips.
Sick of his teasing, you place one hand on the back of his head and use your other hand to grab his cheeks, causing his mouth to pucker as you push his face into your chest. Bucky thinks he's died and reached heaven. His lips wrap around your nipple as he sucks, making your eyes roll back. Muffled groans leave his mouth and he gently starts to rut against you, his hard cock rubbing against you.
"Don't stop," You whimper, feeling the familiar build up in your core. "Please, don't stop, Bucky."
He switches from one boob to the other, using his hand to pull and twist on your neglected nipple. You feel your stomach tighten and your breaths become quick and shallow. His tongue swirls around your nipple before be grazes his teeth on it, gently biting down when he hears your sharp gasp.
"I'm- Bucky, I'm cumming," You say with a hushed urgency. "I'm- oh, fuck."
When you finally come to, stomach fluttering, you look back up at him, deciding you don't like how smug he looks while you're a mess. Grabbing his shoulders, you push him down onto his back and straddle him, thankful that he's letting you manhandle him.
It isn't the first time you've orgasmed solely through nipple play, but it's never been that quick before. You credit that to your attraction to Bucky, rather than letting yourself admit he could just be that skilled.
He moans against your tits, continue to hump you as your orgasm takes over. Pulling away from your nipple, Bucky looks down at you, taking in the sight of your afterglow. Pure pleasure coats your skin with a soft sheen of sweat, shaky breaths escaping your mouth as your chest heaves. Cupping your face, Bucky takes a mental image, realizing just how gorgeous you actually are.
"You're wearing way too many clothes, sweetheart," You utter as you fumble with his belt before pulling it off, his jeans swiftly following.
Bucky lies back with his hands behind his head and a lazy grin on his face, more than happy to let you undress him - until he realizes what underwear he's wearing.
"Is that... He-Man?" You ask, looking closely at his boxers. Sure enough, there's an image of the cartoon superhero right over where his dick is, with the words I Have The Power printed underneath.
His face drops as he glances down and he inwardly curses. Fuck. You've officially ruined your chance with the woman of your dreams. Well done, James.
"That is adorable," You laugh, shaking your head. "You have the power?"
"Someone gifted them to me as a joke," He tells you as his cheeks flush pink. "But they're unironically really comfortable."
You go to pull them down, but you're laughing too much to be able to concentrate. Having had enough of your teasing, Bucky grabs your hips and throws you down in the bed before getting on top of you.
"I don't appreciate you laughing at me," He says sternly, pinning your hands to the pillow above your head.
"Oh? What are you gonna do about it, He-Man?" You say coyly. "Use your power against me?"
He snorts, but keeps his face firm. "Watch yourself, sesame," He mumbles, looking you up and down as he lets go of one of your hands to pull down his amusing underwear. You do the same, pulling down your panties as your heart races, trying not to salivate at the sight of his dick while he takes out a condom from the bedside cabinet.
"Let me," You mumble, taking the packet he's already ripped open and pulling out the condom before slowly rolling it over his impressive cock, making him shudder as your fingers brush his shaft.
It's big. And thick.
"Shit," You whisper under your breath, your cunt pulsing at the thought of being stuffed by him. "Y'know... with a dick like that, you'd think you'd have shown it off with a nude or two by now."
Bucky chuckles while grabbing your ankles and placing them on his shoulders. "He's camera shy," He says slyly, rubbing his tip against your soaking pussy. "And I needed to find out if you deserved it or not, first."
"Oh, yeah?" You breathe out, trying to remain calm and cool and collected as he rubs against you. "Have I proven myself to you, yet?"
With his eyes on yours, dark and lustful, he brings his cock to your entrance and slowly pushes it in, stealing your breath. Bucky swallows thickly as he feels you tightly hugging his shaft, your cunt throbbing around him. He was planning to shoot some cocky comment your way about you deserving him, but his mind is completely wiped clean as he bottoms out inside you.
"Oh, fuck," He mumbles, resting his forehead against yours.
"Bucky," You cry, never having felt so full before. "Bucky, you're so big."
It isn't the first time he's heard that sentence, but coming from you makes it feel like it is. With his hands gripping your hips, he slowly begins thrusting in and out of you, grunts and groans leaving his mouth. His lips brush against yours. "Does that feel okay, baby?" He asks you lowly.
Your response is a loud moan that almost sounds like a yes. You bring your hands up to your boobs, pulling on your nipples. Waves of pleasure course through you, making shameless sounds leave your mouth.
Bucky watches as you play with your own tits, clenching his jaw as he wills himself not to cum this quickly. "Fuck, you're so hot," He groans, stroking your hips. Hold it back, James. Think of He-Man.
Knowing he'll last another three seconds maximum if he keeps watching you twist your nipples like that, he tactically decides to switch positions, moving you onto your hands and knees where he's safe from seeing any boobs. You let out a whine as he plunges his cock back into you, able to get deeper in this position. Your hands grab fistfuls of the sheets as you moan into the pillows.
With his hands on your hips, Bucky fucks you harder, watching as your ass bounces on him. He can't tell if this is making him closer to cumming than seeing your boobs was, but either way he knows he's in the danger zone.
Grunting, he pushes you down so you're lying flat on the bed and lies on top of you, burying his face in your neck where the smell of your vanilla perfume mixed with your sweat lingers. Fuck. Is there any position where he's safe?
"Baby," He begins, slowing down his thrusts. "I- I don't think I'm gonna last much longer." Usually, he'd never admit such a failure, but he can't help it. He doesn't want to disappoint you, and right now he feels like an inexperienced virgin again, shuddering at just the touch of a woman. Get a grip.
"It's okay," You whisper, turning your head to the side. "Just rub my clit, and play with my tits, and I'll be there, too."
God, you're perfect.
He happily obeys, snaking one of his hands between your legs while the other trails up to your chest. As soon as you feel him rub against your nipple, you feel a spark in your core, one that intensifies as his fingers find your clit and begin rubbing circles on it.
"Just like that," You cry as he fucks into you harder and faster. "Don't stop, Bucky, don't stop!"
"You want my cum, baby?" He whispers in your ear, keeping up his pace.
"Please," You whimper as your stomach flips.
"Then let go for me, baby," He orders. "Cum all over my cock."
His hushed words are enough to push you over the edge, and with a moan of his name, you feel the band snap. A flood of pleasure washes over you and your body shakes beneath him.
Bucky feels you tighten and squeeze around him and, finally, allows himself to finish. His cum fills the condom, his cock throbbing against your walls as he groans, continuing to thrust weakly. His breath hits your neck, his voice sending low vibrations through your skin as he utters in your ear, "That's a good girl."
Your heart skips a beat as you try to catch your breath, your hand finding his and intertwining with his fingers. He places gentle kisses on your neck, grazing the sensitive skin with his teeth. The two of you slowly float down from your highs, while the sunlight streams in through the large window, warming your bare skin and reminding you that it's barely 3pm.
"Afternoon delight," You mumble weakly, causing Bucky to snort.
"I love that song," He says through a smile, chuckling softly.
He collapses on the bed next to you and the both of you stare up at the ceiling. "Yeah," He agrees. "Really good." Easily the best he's ever had, but he can't admit that to you this early on - he has to retain some level of composure around you, at least until you like him too much to dump him.
You slowly turn around while he discards the condom. Smiling down at you, Bucky scans your body, still in disbelief at how beautiful you are. "That was good," You say, nodding.
"I think that was the best I've ever had," You announce boldly, too fucked-out to care about how cool and mysterious you need to be in order to keep him interested.
Shocked, Bucky turns to face you, his eyes wide. "Uh, yeah," He stumbles. "Me too."
You snort and raise a brow. "That was believable," You comment dryly.
"No, I mean it," He insists, turning his body to you and wrapping his arm around you. "Seriously. I just didn't think it would sound... cool if I admitted it."
"Cool?" You repeat, smiling at him. "You don't need to be cool. You're my little finance sweetheart, remember?"
His cheeks are slightly pink but you don't know if that's from the sex or if he's genuinely shy. Moving closer to you, Bucky burrows his face in your neck. "Whatever you want me to be," He says, holding your body close to his. You're glad he's a cuddler, even more so that he's happy to be the big spoon.
"I know it's only three, but is it okay if I fall asleep?" You ask him with your eyes shut. Even if he says no, you doubt you'd have the energy to stay up right now.
"I'm already halfway there," He mumbles, giving your neck a final kiss before the two of you slowly fall into a peaceful slumber.
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Timeless
"And, somehow, I know that you and I would've found each other In another life, you still would've turned my head..."
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Summary: It's the kind of love you find once in a lifetime, the kind of love you don't put down, and somehow, you know you would've found each other in every life.
Part 1 - An Antique Shop Part 2 - School Lovers Part 3 - On A Crowded Street in 1944 Part 4 - In The 1500's Off in A Foreign Land Part 5 - We Really Were Timeless
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If Bucky Could Get Drunk
Bucky Barnes x female reader: drabble (Fluff)
Word Count: 387
If Bucky could get drunk, he’d be the adorable kind. Each sip of whiskey breaks down the walls of his harsh and stoic exterior until he’s a sweet, smiling mess. He gets involved in drinking games, he laughs at Steve’s bad jokes, he tries to slip Peter drinks when Tony isn’t looking.
“He’s nearly 18.” He grumbles when Tony swats his hand away.
Bucky’s obvious change in demeanour is a nice surprise for everyone except you. You watch happily from across the room as he publicly becomes more like the man that you’ve come to love in private. When he meets your gaze, Bucky’s smile only gets bigger. He looks you up and down, and he’s not exactly being subtle about it. As the others catch wind of what’s going on between you, they tease him mercilessly. No matter how much he threatens them now, they’ll always be reminded of the loving man that you and a little bit of alcohol can turn him into. And maybe they’re right. Right now, all he wants to do is saunter over and lean down to stroke your hair and whisper about how much he cares about you until you’re blushing just as much as he is. But as the room starts to slowly spin around him, Bucky resolves to longing stares and subtle winks.
And when he’s finally had too much, you’ll roll your eyes and get him a glass of water. He watches as you stride past him into the kitchen, letting his gaze linger on your figure. A small smirk crosses his face at the many different thoughts racing through his brain. Some are sweeter than others, but they all revolve around you. They clear as soon as you return with a full glass. He pouts at the sight, eyes glazing over as his cheeks flush.
“Drink.” You say softly, handing it to him.
“Yes ma’am.” He smirks teasingly, looking up at you as he leans forward.
For a minute, you think he’s going to listen to you. And for once, he does. He takes the glass, but not before pulling you into his lap and spilling half the water in the process. Your lips part to scold him, but then he starts nuzzling into your neck and your anger fades.
“My girl, always looking after me.”
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Unwanted: Chapter 11, Unsure - Pt. 1
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader
Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.
Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, Pocket not knowing how to navigate her emotions
Word Count: 1.9k
Previously On...: Jade just had to rub it in that she not only hears you and Bucky fighting about her, but that it brings her joy. So, you had to make sure you fucked your boyfriend extra loud.
A/N: My mom is coming up to visit after I get out of work today, so obviously, I cannot post while she is around (the contents of this story would stop her super-Catholic heart or, at the very least, have her send me out for an exorcism), so I'm scheduling this update.
Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917!
Thank you to all those who have been reading; if you like what you've read, likes, comments, and reblogs give me life, and I truly appreciate them, and you!
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Over the next few weeks, things between you and Bucky were technically better, in the sense that you hadn’t argued again, and he didn’t mention Jade to you, or answer her calls or texts in your presence, but they were so much worse in that she was taking up more of his time than ever before, and you saw each other less and less. You tried to rationalize it by telling yourself that the amount of time the two of you had spent together at the beginning of your relationship had been abnormal– nearly constant– and that the current situation was more on par with what regular couples experienced, but the truth of the matter was that you felt yourself pulling away from him, building a wall around your heart to protect yourself from what you saw as the inevitable heartache Bucky was going to inflict upon you.
He’d been right– you had been going around in circles, and every time you thought you’d made some progress, another event would transpire that would just end up leaving you feeling worse. Yes, he always had the sweetest words to say to you to bring you down from your anger, but at what point did they go from being the actual truth to just being something said just to placate you? More and more, you found yourself questioning the difference between the two, and as a result, your walls were going back up with a vengeance. 
If he noticed, though, he didn’t say anything. He was preoccupied with preparing Jade for her first mission. She’d be going off to Malaysia with Sam and Rhodey (you may have begged Tony to ensure she was never partnered with either you or Bucky, and bless that man and his affection for you, he’d been more than willing to comply), and Bucky was working overtime to make sure she was ready. 
And perhaps a small part of you was hoping she’d go MIA in the jungle. Not that you’d ever admit it out loud to anyone but FRIDAY.
The day before she was scheduled to depart, you were lounging on your couch, working on your laptop. Your crisis prediction algorithm project was finally ready, and you were putting the finishing touches on the presentation you were scheduled to give to the board in less than two weeks time. You were just adding some graphics when Bucky came in the door.
“You haven’t started getting ready yet?” he asked, kissing the crown of your head by way of greeting. He looked exceptionally handsome in a pair of tight black jeans and black button-up with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. 
You looked up at him in confusion. “Ready for what?” you asked, taking off your glasses and rubbing the bridge of your nose.
“Gino’s,” he said, as if that would clear it up. At your blank look, he prompted: “Vix’s first mission is tomorrow. We’re all going down to Gino’s for drinks. Come on, Pocket. I told you about this days ago.”
You scoffed at him. “You most certainly did not. I would have remembered because I would have laughed at you and said ‘hard pass.’”
Bucky rubbed his eyes. “Okay, maybe it slipped my mind, and I’m sorry for that, but you should have known. It’s tradition.”
“Tradition?” you asked him, surprised to find that the anger you had expected to feel, that you should have felt, just wasn’t coming. Instead, you were just sad. “There’s no tradition.”
“What are you talking about? We all went before my first mission.”
You closed your laptop and put it down on the coffee table before standing up to face him with a sigh. “Buck, that was something I did, just for you, because I wanted to. Because you were my best friend. I wanted you to have a night of fun before you went out, because I didn’t know what sort of shit you were going to see, or have to do, on that mission. I wanted to give you something good to hold on to.”
Bucky’s face softened at your words and he embraced you, holding you close. “God,” he said, rubbing his nose into your hair, “I had no idea. I’m the fucking luckiest man alive, you know that? To have a girl as special as you care so much about me. You’re more than I deserve, doll.”
A tiny voice in the back of your mind couldn’t help but think Maybe I am. You crushed the thought as soon as it came. You loved him, you truly did. He just… frustrated you a lot recently. Jade’s probationary period was going to be over soon, and you were hopeful that she wouldn’t get the votes to stay in. You knew that, despite the initial warm reception she’d received, she’d ended up rubbing almost everyone the wrong way with her attitude. You’d even heard Sam and Clint complaining about Jade refusing to participate when it was her turn for training room clean-up because ‘shouldn’t Stark have people for that?’.
It seemed like everyone was finally seeing what kind of person she really was. Well, everyone except for Bucky, anyway. 
“So,” he said after a moment, “you gonna come?”
You thought about it for a second. A part of you was completely against the idea, not wanting the gesture you’d made for Bucky all those months ago to be tainted knowing he was making it now for her, but the prevailing part of you wasn’t about to offer Jade the opportunity of a night of drinking with Bucky, outside of your presence, on a silver platter. It concerned you that you were more motivated by thwarting any designs Jade might have than you were with spending time with your boyfriend, though. You tried to push your petty thoughts aside.
“Yeah,” you said, looking up into his eyes and allowing yourself to fall into them. God, they were beautiful. He was beautiful, inside and out. You needed to keep reminding yourself of that, of all the reasons you fell in love with him in the first place, and there were so, so many. “How much time do I have?” you asked.
Bucky pulled out his phone and glanced at the time. “About fifteen minutes,” he said.
“Fifteen minutes!” you shrieked, pulling away from him and heading over to your vanity. “Jesus, Buck! Give a girl some warning! It’s gonna take me twice that long just to do my hair and makeup!” You began pulling out all the accouterments you were going to need to prepare yourself.
Bucky came to stand behind you, wrapping his hands around your waist as he looked at you in the mirror. “You don’t need any of that stuff, doll,” he said, kissing your cheek. “You’re already going to be the sexiest girl there, but I’m not gonna complain about sitting around if you want to get even sexier.”
You smiled at Bucky through the mirror, and it felt like the first genuine smile you’d given him in ages. “That’s sweet of you, baby,” you said as you started putting on your moisturizer, “but I don’t want to make you late on my account.”
Bucky narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing you for any trace of annoyance or anger in your words. Not finding any, he asked: “Are you sure, sweets? I don’t mind waiting for you.”
You nodded, moving on to fill in your eyebrows. “It’s fine, Buck. Go. I’ll meet up with you as soon as I’m ready.” 
He lingered for several long moments, watching as you continued your makeup routine. You noticed him staring and paused contouring to turn to him. “What?” you asked with a small smile, expecting him to make some kind of comment about modern girls and all their makeup.
“Nothing,” he said, though there was a hint of sadness in his gaze. “You just seem… different, that’s all.”
You laughed. “You’ve seen me contour my face plenty of times, Buck. I swear, it’ll look great once I blend it out.”
“No,” he said with a shake of his head, “that’s not what I meant. You just seem… nevermind, it’s nothing.”
Shit. He could feel the distance you’d been building between the two of you. You didn’t want it to be there; you truly didn’t. You simply didn’t know how else to protect yourself. Closing yourself off had been your tried and true defense mechanism since you were eleven years old. 
Making a vow to yourself to get back to where you once were, back to him, you turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Hey,” you said, kissing him softly, “I love you. So much.” You needed to reassure him, to reassure both of you, of the truth of it. 
“Love you, too, sweets,” he said warmly, not letting go of you. You let him hold you, relishing in the feel of him in a way you hadn’t let yourself experience in a bit. Unfortunately, the moment was interrupted by the buzzing of his phone, indicating he had a text. You pulled away and turned back to the mirror. 
“What’s Jade need now?” you asked, feeling the wall building itself back up. There was no anger in your voice, just a kind of resigned acceptance. You glanced up from blending your contour as Bucky checked the screen, a look of annoyance crossing his face as he read her text. 
“She wants to know if I can drive her to Gino’s on my bike,” he said. The way he looked back at you in the mirror almost made you feel ill, as though he were preparing for you to blow up at him. You felt the walls go higher around your heart.
“Well, you better head out then,” you said, focusing on your makeup. “Don’t want her being late for her own party.”
Bucky opened his mouth and then closed it again, as though not sure how to respond to you. Eventually, he said “It’s fine. Tony’s providing cars; she can hitch a ride with everyone else.”
“And deprive her the opportunity to wrap her arms around you?” you laughed. “Come on, Buck, you’re supposed to be giving her a night of good memories here. Don’t disappoint the girl.”
His brow furrowed at your words. In a single step, he was beside you, taking the contouring brush from your hand and turning your shoulders so you were facing him. “Pocket,” he said, licking his lips, “are we… are we okay?”
You shrugged nonchalantly. “Of course,” you said, taking the brush back from him and moving on to your bronzer and blush. “Why wouldn’t we be okay?”
“You’re just… you seem to be awfully relaxed about the idea of her being on the back of my bike.”
You arched a brow and looked over at him. “Should I not be?” you asked. “Is there a reason for me to be bothered by it?”
Bucky spluttered. “No! Of course not! It’s just…”
“Then I don’t understand what the problem is, Bucky,” you said, getting back to work on your face. His phone buzzed again. “You better go. Sounds like your ‘work wife’ is getting impatient.”
“My work wife? Doll, I don’t… I can’t…” he stammered, at a loss for words.
“Buck,” you said, patting his arm before applying your lip gloss, “it’s fine. Go give Jade a ride. I don’t care, honestly.”
“You… don’t care?” he asked slowly.
“Nope,” you popped the ‘p’ with your lips. “I really don’t.”
Bucky muttered his goodbyes, promising to see you at the party. As soon as he closed the door behind him, you closed your eyes, gripping the backrest of your vanity chair until your knuckles were white, your fingernails digging crescents into the palms of your hands.
You might have been able to lie to Bucky, but you couldn’t lie to yourself. You did care. You still cared very, very much.
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Forty Five
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Summary: Bucky comes from a well respected family, he falls in love with a girl who prefers the simple things in life. Follow their journey through the years.
Word count: 1,483
Warnings: angst, heavy use of pet names. fluff. swearing. Domestic abuse mentioned. This one is short, im sorry.
A/N: No description of reader other than she has curly hair.
Masterlist   Series Masterlist
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‘Grace and Bunny’s Haven’
Each letter engraved in the bricks bold and proud on the administration building. Behind it stood the housing unit which looked more like a manor than anything. There was large fence that sounded the whole property, the gate opening for safety to those who needed it, right where her former home use to sit.
True to his word Bucky let Y/n bulldoze the remains of the house she spent her early childhood being tortured in. Surprisingly it was very therapeutic for her. The massive smile on her face when the remains went down made Bucky’s heart tingle.
In five years the woodland that once was a sanctuary for Y/n had been transformed into a sanctuary for women in need.
The manor had twenty bedrooms with the same amount of bathrooms, at the time of opening there was only ten available rooms as the rest were still being done up. A large and spacious kitchen, two large living rooms, a huge dining hall, a kids play room that had already been filled with books and toys that were either donated or brought new. There was a day room at the back that had a skylight, it was beautiful in the summer. Two rooms on the lower floor was to be used as counselling rooms Y/n had already hired councillors and actually let them have their say on how the rooms were decorated.
On the grounds there was a park for children with slides, swings, seesaws and other fun little things for children. Sam just had to go on the slides and swings to make sure they worked, so he said. On the other side there was a green house, it was something that her mama always said she wished she had.
Owners of furniture stores were kind enough to donate furniture for each of the rooms, people went through their homes finding things that could be donated when word got out about Grace and Bunny’s Haven, a lot of children things ranging from clothes, shoes, books and toys were mainly donated. A couple came with a moving van and gave Y/n cots for babies, pushchairs, highchairs and many other different things for babies, they explained that they use to run a day-care out of their home, they retried two years prior they no longer needed them. Y/n could have cried as she hugged them and thanked them.
The finishing touches were being done when a woman no older than twenty five showed up seeking safety with her two three year old twins. Charlotte became the first person to be under their protection.
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The doors opened two days after Y/n’s forty fifth birthday and already five rooms were being used. Charlotte and her twins taking up one room seeking safety from her abusive ex boyfriend, Maryanne was in her mid-thirties and had a son who was seven years old. Carla had five children with her when she showed up covered in bruises, she and her youngest had a room together whilst the other four had the room next to hers. Robin was the youngest out of the women at nineteen, when Y/n heard her story it broke her heart, poor girl had gotten pregnant when she was seventeen two months before she gave birth her boyfriend had been killed in a car crash, hers and his family had turned their backs on her and the baby for over a year she bounced from one place to the next with her daughter until she found a flyer at the hotel she managed to save enough money to stay at for a few nights. The next day she showed up asking for help.
All of the children got along with each other, unknown to them they had actually broke the ice between their moms as none of them knew what to say to the other. Now the four women were friends and helped each other out when needed.
“I’m proud of you, you know that don’t you?” Bucky asked after handing Steve another box of things that had been donated.
“I couldn’t have done it without you Ducky”
“I didn’t do anything my love”
“You brought the land, got everything ready-slow down Luca or you’ll trip-” Luca was the second oldest of Carla’s, he was running past the administration building to go and play on the park with the other children.
“But you’re the one giving these women hope and safety, not me I’m just doing all the heavy lifting”
“Heavy lifting? Buck you keep picking up boxes full of clothes” Steve shouted from the storage room.
“Fuck off. Do you need me to do anything Bun?”
“Nope, actually you could help Steve we got a rather large donation in last night so”
“I can do that, gimme a kiss first”
Kissing Bucky before he went over the storage room, Y/n stood at the front desk with a smile on her face. Proud of how everything turned out, proud of the fact that she could help women who needed it. Every time the moms saw her they thanked her, every time, even though she told them that they didn’t need to thank her at all, they still did.
Wanda had come and brought the twins along with Y/n’s and Bucky’s children who were all currently playing tag with the other children, their laughs brought a smile to her face. When the gates came open and a police car drove up to the administration building, this wasn’t new as Maryanne and her son was brought to her in a police car, what was new though was that instead of a woman sitting in the back it was a man.
“Morning Mrs Barnes” Officer Jones greeted as he got out of the driver seat.
“Morning, who is he?”
“He needs safety and yes I know this is a place for women but he needs help, no one else is willing to take him in”
“Oh. Right well let’s get him in so I can interview him” Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed when he saw his wife walking in front of a man and two little kids and Officer Jones, he gave Y/n a questioning look that she just waved off.
Y/n offered a seat to the man and told the two young children play with the toys that were in the room whilst Officer Jones stood at the door. “Hi I’m Y/n, your name is?”
“Henry. Look I understand if you can’t take me in just say no so I can fin-“
“Who said I can’t take you in?”
“I’m a man”
“And? Just because you’re a man doesn’t mean anything. How about you give me the rundown of why you are looking for help and-“
“So you can judge me?”
“Why would I judge you?”
“Because I’m a man, a man that would get beat the shit out of him by his wife. The mother of his two kids, been put in hospital more times than I can recall, never once laid a hand on her. Never. I’m a man who’s now seeking help at a place that was made just for women, bet you think I’m weak don’t you?”
“You’re not weak because you married an abuser Henry. You’re not weak for coming here asking for help. You’re not weak at all so please do not think that about yourself”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I-I-I didn’t mean to snap. I promise”
“It’s okay, Henry look at me, it’s okay I promise. How about you tell me about your babies, yeah?”
“My oldest is Robbie he’s five, youngest is Lucy she’s two”
“Five and two, how old are you?”
“Thirty three ma’am.”
“Have you filled for divorce?”
“Yes but she refuses to sign them”
“Okay, can you write down any allergies you and the kids have and any medication you or they need please?”
“W-what?”
“Allergies and medication…”
“No I understand that b-but are you really letting us stay here?”
“Of course I am, Grace and Bunny’s Haven is a safe place for everyone who’s victim of domestic abuse. A room is already set up for you, I’ll give you the tour when you are ready”
“Tha-thank you, thank you so much”
After giving Henry and his children a tour, she introduced him to the women who was understandably nervous but they trusted Y/n’s judgement, they knew that she wouldn’t bring a man into their sanctuary if he wasn’t trustworthy or had gone through what they had gone through themselves.
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Getting home that night Y/n had a hot shower whilst Bucky got the children into bed, she was proud of what she had created and though she had some understanding of what these women and man was and had gone through it didn’t stop her from getting emotional thinking about the pain they went through.
Bucky held her tight that night as they slept.
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Imagine Bucky being present when you wake up…
You woke up with a sharp intake of air. All of which caused great deal of pain to your chest. A small cry escaped your lips and you felt a soft hand touch your cheek gently. 
You opened your eyes, fearing the worst but your frantic heartbeat calmed at the sight of Bucky. Your ease seemed to have rubbed off on him as you could visibly see his shoulders unwind from their tense stature. 
His eyes, however, never dimmed in concern. “You’re awake.”
You were. And very quickly the events of the night came crashing back. From the idea to the restaurant to the attack, you stared up at Bucky with a sad expression.
“Your date?” You whispered, certain that the night hadn’t panned out as intended. You weren’t sure what reply Bucky would give but the scowl on his face surprised you a little.
“After everything that happened, you want to know about the goddamn date?” He wondered, his brows furrowed.
It was clear that he was angry. You just weren’t sure if he was angry at you or for you.
“Of course. I-you were supposed to be having an enjoyable night.” You reminded him. He didn’t reply. Bucky only stared back with confusion. You brought a heavy arm to rub your temples as if a headache had come on and let out a small sigh. “It’s okay. It was a minor setback, we can try again next we-”
“Minor?” Bucky repeated. The low timbre of his voice almost raised your armhairs. “You nearly died in my arms tonight. My arms, Y/n.”
He cast his head down. Eyes darkening at the memory of a few hours ago replayed. “I should have killed them all.”
Your eyes widened. Fear crept into your muscles. Had one bad situation sent him into his Winter Soldier ways?
As if he could sense your question, he locked eyes with you but they were a touch kinder. “They probably won’t be walking again but they’re alive.”
You visibly relaxed. And the way you looked at Bucky almost made his knees give out. 
“Why did you follow me into the park?” You asked.
Crossing the floor, Bucky reached the side of bed and took your hand. His thumb stroked the soft skin in a calming motion.
“When I stepped inside the restaurant and looked at all the faces, I realised something.” He said. “I don’t want to be on a date if you’re not on the opposite seat.”
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hii love, hope you're doing well!! 💗💗
thank you for responding to my mamma mia au thingy, it's so cool, i loved it!! I'm rooting for pietro being the dad but bucky being her true love (like sam) and tan being the gay uncle and everyone just lives together in peace and butterflies and rainbows 🫠
anyways if you're okay with doing some text messages with bucky, I'll be totally grateful (I'd prefer them to be sfw as it's still ramadan and I'm refraining from reading smut hehe)
thank you angel, you're my comfort writer really! 💗💗💗
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hii my love!! I am and hope you are too. ofc!! you’re always welcome, it was such a fun idea! it this was a little harder to think in the mind of how bucky texts, im so used to tan😭 I am??🥲 you’re the sweetest, thank you so much!! 💞💞💞💞
TEXTS WITH BUCKY BARNES.
click on the first, and swipe through —
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was really hard to think of how a 108 year old previously weaponised man texts and talks 😭😭 I feel like he’d be really dry? but unintentionally??
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lunaroserites · 24 hours
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Too Sweet - Drabble
This song has been on loop in my head for days, it has me in a choke hold.
Paring: Established Bucky X Fem!Reader (Sugar)
Summery: Just a snippet at Sugar and Bucky's juxtaposition as a couple. Bucky is an Avenger and Nat's alive.
Warnings: Mild depiction of violence, blood, alcohol and fluff, implied smut at the end.
Word Count: ~560
Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3
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His vibranium arm made contact with this guy's jaw instantly snapping it. He dropped him to the ground and shook the blood off his arm and it splattered on the concrete below his feet. 
You watered your little ivy plant and touched the leaf gently, examining it for decay. You placed the small watering can down and then scratched under the little white cat's chin. She mewled softly and purred loudly. 
“Fuck,” he groaned and shot back his whiskey as Widow pulled glass from his flesh arm. Jumping through a window to pursue a target wasn’t the smartest move. But he got him. His vibranium fist clenched the shot glass tightly as Sam poured more amber liquid in it. 
You pulled his sweater on and pulled your thigh high socks up and snuggled into the plush couch he helped you pick out when you moved in. Alpine snuggled into the gray fluffy blanket tucked next to you as she stretched her front legs out. The book you were reading clutched tightly in your hands as you got to the good part. You phone laid face up, a picture of him smushing a kiss to your cheek displayed as it lit up from a text. 
“I’ll take a black coffee,” his arm wrapped securely around your waist as you placed your order, a caramel frappe with extra caramel. He scrunched his nose up at the sickly sweet concoction you drank happily as you walked together up the street toward your shared apartment. 
Black combat boots were lined up next to your ballet flats, his leather jacket hung next to your peach linen coat. Your flowery phone case laid next to his plain black case on the island counter. Your key lanyard was adorned with tickets and pretty keychains and 2 small keys, and his was a plain key loop with about 10 different keys and couple key cards. 
Alpine rubbed up against his rough black jeans a couple times before circling your bare legs and playing with the scalloped hem of your sundress. You reached down and picked the little cat up and cuddled her in your arms, Bucky rubbed under her chin with his metal hand and she purred.  
“Bucky come to bed?” You called softly leaning against the office door frame, it was 2am, you had been bed a couple hours waiting for him at this point. He preferred doing his reports at night, less likely to be interrupted. He turned in his computer chair and took in the sight of you, his t-shirt hung over your frame, bare feet and a sleepy smile. He opened his arms for you to come and snuggle into his chest while he finished the last of his reports.  
“You’re too sweet for me,” he murmured softly into your hair and you passed him a cup of black coffee. 
“You could always do with some sugar hunny,” you said with a sweet smile. Your gruff, rough around the edges boyfriend, and you his sweet as sugar, soft in every way girlfriend. He would never understand how he landed you. 
“You’re the only sugar I’ll ever need,” he whispered into your ear, and his teeth grazed the shell lightly. You shivered at his words and clenched your thighs as his hands gripped your waist gathering his shirt up higher as he picked you and planted you on the counter, filling the space between your legs as they fell open. 
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Pairing: Bucky x F!reader
Warnings: No warnings, just fluff!
Length: 725
Summary: Bucky takes care of you while you have a migraine.
A/N: This was a request, which is the perfect excuse to say that my requests are open!
Request: “Can you write one where Bucky takes care of the reader when they have a migraine”
I do not give consent for my work to be translated, copied, or sold!
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Bucky knows you better than you know yourself. He knows when you’re getting sick, he knows when you’re about to start your period, hell! He even knows when you’re having a bad day before you know it.
It could be because he’s a trained assassin, made to be very observant. Or it could be just because he is the world’s best boyfriend. Either way, he lives to make sure you are taken care of.
As you sit in the meeting room listening to Tony and Steve explain the next mission, you feel a pang behind your left eyeball. You let out a small sigh and rest your head on your hand, trying not to draw too much attention to yourself. You feel a hand on your left knee and slightly look up.
Bucky looks at you with his eyebrows scrunched in concern. His face was asking if you were ok. You give Bucky a small smile and grab the hand on your knee. Bucky isn’t convinced that you are ok but he didn’t pry, he just made sure to hold your hand tight.
Once the meeting is over, you try to stand up but wobble. Bucky quickly gets up to help but you put a hand out to stop him.
“I’m alright Bucky, I’ve just been sitting down for too long.” You give him a tight lip smile.
“You’re not alright Doll, I’m pretty sure you’re getting a migraine.” Bucky looks at you with concern.
“I’m alright. I’m just going to take a nap before we have to go train.” You tell him before leaving for your shared room.
Bucky follows behind you to make sure that you are fine. He knows your migraine symptoms but he also knows you’re too stubborn to do anything about it.
You sit on the bed and look at Bucky. He’s sitting on his side of the bed, watching you. You roll your eyes and face away from him.
“I’m fine Bucky, you don’t need to worry about me.” Bucky lets out a sigh and leaves the room.
He knows that once you get up you’ll get nauseous, you won’t be able to look at anything that has a screen or is too bright, and you won’t be able to see anything clearly. While Bucky loved that you were stubborn, he thought that it was your downfall.
Not wanting to fight with you, Bucky stays silent and watches you as you fall asleep. He listens for your breathing to even out before getting up. Bucky knows that you are going to be miserable when you wake up so he wants to make sure that he can make you feel better instantly.
Bucky grabs you some migraine medicine and your favorite blanket. His heart hurt that you wouldn’t be able to watch your favorite movies or listen to any music but he knew that you would fall asleep right after.
While going back to your room, he made sure to fill up your water bottle with ice-cold water and prepped a mug of hot chocolate. You would feel too sick to eat but a comforting beverage would help you fall asleep.
10 minutes after you fall asleep, you wake up. You let out an agonizing yelp and cradle your head.
“It’s ok, Doll, I got you.” Bucky quickly comes to your side with the water and medicine.
You thank him as you take the medication and cradle your head, feeling tears well up in your eyes. No matter how many times you get migraines, you refuse to acknowledge the symptoms.
“Thank you, Bucky.” You tell him quietly, your eyes closed.
“Don’t cry, Doll. You’re too beautiful to waste your crying on some stupid migraine.” You laugh at his words but immediately regret it.
“Will you lay with me?” You ask him with your arms out.
“Of course Doll, you never need to ask.” Bucky gets under the covers and you lay your head on his chest.
Bucky rubs your back and you wrap your arms around his waist. It’s moments like this that you fall more and more in love with this man. He would hang the moon and the stars just for you.
“Just rest Doll, I’ll take care of you.” He tells you and you fall back asleep, the comfort of the man you love making it easy.
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ASHES TO EMBERS MASTERLIST
PAIRING: Firefighter!Neighbor!Bucky x Fem!Reader
WARNINGS: Night terrors (bucky), copious amounts of fluff, angst if you don’t search too hard for it, smut, firefighter bucky is a warning in itself
SUMMARY: When an unfortunate event forces you to confront the crush you’ve had on your neighbour since you moved in, you learn that Bucky knows you better than you know yourself. As the two of you grow closer, how does he deal with his past without pushing you away.
CHAPTERS: 5
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ONE: Forgotten Alarms
WARNINGS: Mentions of night terrors, trapped in small spaces, brief mention of reader being worried about bucky holding her weight, nothing else other than bucky being cute af
SUMMARY: When you get stuck in an elevator with your neighbour (who also happens to be your crush), you discover your interest in the firefighter isn’t as one-sided as you thought.
TWO: Cookies & Car Rides
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