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httpwintersoldier · 10 months

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『night visits. pt.2 || winter soldier x reader』

pairing: winter soldier x f!reader words: lenghty summary: usually people find their own interests, but when you are "forecefully recruited" to work under HYDRA, your interest found you first.

『part 1』

To say that you and James Barnes weren't able to keep your hands to yourselves after that first night was a severe understatement. Every chance you got, you'd be entangling your fingers in his hair, and he'd be studying the curves of your body with his hands.

James wasn't sure what love was, but he was pretty sure that if it was going to be something, it was definitely what he felt for you. The feeling of longing when he wasn't with you, the way his stomach felt bubbly when you smiled or laughed, and the increasing fear he felt every day when he went on a mission, the fear of going and not coming back, of leaving you alone with no one to protect you.

It was increasingly hard to maintain the emotionless psycho façade among the HYDRA officials, as you were slowly bringing back who he used to be.

Every day he silently wished he was freed, so he could live with you a different life, a life like the ones he saw others live when he'd walk on the streets seeking to finish a mission.

The soldier would sneak into your room after missions, and that would be your alone time. You would sneak some kisses and touches during your sessions but you didn't want to risk getting caught and putting an early ending to what you had going on.

"I was expecting you, Soldier." You said.

Your back was turned to the door as you looked out the window, but at this point you were used to his entrances and you could feel his presence in the room, even if you were unable to see him.

The man threw his mask on your desk and approached you, hands holding your hips and pulling you back into him.

"Oh yeah?" The man asked, kissing your neck from behind.

You inhaled deeply and hummed positively.

The soldier then turned you around and softly pushed you against the wall.

"Whatever could this soldier do to make up for making you wait, hm?" He asked, kissing down your neck.

James actually came out to be quite the talker. Once you and him established a bond, a trustworthy relationship, he opened up to you comfortably, and this brought tears to your eyes every time you thought about it. The fact that that man thought of you as a safe port... there was no better feeling.

Sneaking your arms around his neck and your leg in between his, you rubbed your thigh against his clothed, semi-hard cock.

"I can think of a pretty good way..." You replied, placing a quick kiss to his lips, then another one, a little longer.

"I think I might be the one to come out winning from this arragement." He said with a smile, placing his lips on yours and kissing you deeply.

The Soldier picked you up and you wrapped your legs around him so he could carry you to the bed.

There was just the right balance in the way Bucky handled you. His touch was rough and intense, but also romantic and full of emotion.

As he laid you on the bed, his mouth worked wonders on your bed and his hands gripped your thighs.

The Soldier was definitely more of a giver than a receiver. He loved looking at your face and seeing your reaction to every touch of his.

"I wanna mark you... I wanna mark you so fucking much. Let everyone know you're mine..."

Those words were music to your ears, although you both knew the evidence of any sexual activity would raise eyebrows and cause for problems.

Bucky removed your clothes as he kissed you, so he could then press your lips against every part of his body on his way down to your pussy.

The second his lips found your clit, your fingers tangled in his hair and tugged on it slightly, making him moan into your skin. One of his hands held your impatient waist in place, as the other fingered you.

"You taste so good, doll."

The praise and dirty words were your favourite parts, second only to the way he fucked you.

Bucky could feel you clench around his fingers, he knew you were close.

You whined when he removed his fingers, but he quickly shut you up with a kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue.

"I'll replace them with something better, don't worry." He whispered in your ear, then placing wet kisses all over your neck and chest.

The Soldier was quick to remove his clothing, and you watched in awe as he exposed his body. Every time you looked at each other it was as if you were admiring yourselves for the first time.

His tip quickly found your entrance. Your body was used to his by this point, giving him more freedom to fuck you however he wanted.

The man started slow, but it didn't take long before he was gripping your waist and fucking you relentlessly.

The room echoed with the sounds of skin slapping, along with a beautiful mix of your moans and the Soldier's groans.

Bucky couldn't help but notice how beautiful you looked, your face contorted with pleasure, all because of him. It made him feel even closer to orgasm.

Your eyes switched between his face, eyebrows furrowed and mouth agape, and his toned body, shining from the sweat of fucking you.

As he approached his climax, he bent down to kiss you, quickening the pace of his thrusts.

"I'm gonna cum, beautiful." He moaned in your ear.

"Do it. Do it- fuck! Fill me up!" You begged.

Those words coming out of your angelic mouth were Bucky's death sentence. With one last thrust, he buried himself deep in you and came.

As you felt him fill you up, you came as well, mercilessly scratching his back as you did so.

He didn't pull out immediately, taking his sweet time brushing the little stray hairs out of your face and placing soft, short kisses on your mouth.

The man then fell beside you, so you wouldn't have to support his body weight, and you cuddled up to him.

As usual, when you woke up he was gone. Not because he didn't want to spend the night, but because he couldn't.

Your next meeting wouldn't be until two days after that.

"Your time starts now, Doctor." The HYDRA official told you, as you stepped in the room where they kept the Winter Soldier.

The stench of the room had become partocularly bothersome for you the past couple weeks.

You nodded at the man, and spotted Bucky sitting, emotionlessly staring at the wall, with new marks and bruises (that weren't caused by you).

The second the door closed, you ran to him, inspecting his face and body.

"James! What happened?"

He looked at you, and the cold, angry look was instantly switched to pain and regret.

"I... Attacked one of the officials."

You caressed his face and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

"Oh, James-" before you could finish the sentence, the urge to vomit took over.

You covered your mouth but it was no use. You had to find a bucket and throw up in it.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Bucky asked, coming up behind you and rubbing your back.

"Yeah, I'm just feeling a little sick... I might be coming down with something, my body is aching, my stomach isn't feeling great..."

When you looked at the Soldier he was staring intently at your stomach.

"What?" You asked, not catching what the look was supposed to mean.

"Y/N, do you think that..."

He didn't finish the sentence, he simply placed his hand on your stomach, letting you connect the dots.

You widened your eyes and looked at him as you understood what he meant, and placed your hands on top of his large one.

It was possible. It was more than possible: it was likely. You had been consistently having sex for a long time, and it wasn't like HYDRA was supplying any sort of protection.

It was the first time you saw panic in the man's eyes.

"We're leaving."

"What? How!?" You asked.

You weren't going to stop him, God knows you wanted out just as much.

He stopd in front of you, holding your shoulders and looking in your eyes intensely.

"I don't know. I don't even know how to be a person, I don't even know how to be anything else than what I am right now, but the one thing I'm certain of is that I want to keep you safe. And the... the mini you-and-me even safer. Out of this place."

You grabbed his face and kissed him, a long, loving kiss.

"I trust that you will be able to free me from this reality, Y/N. From my mind, bring me back who I was."

You stood there, foreheads resting against each other, admiring what your future could be.

Before long, you heard the heavy footsteps in the hallway and you knew it was time.

Bucky quickly whispered "be ready tonight", and you then took your rehesrsed places: Bucky sitting down in the hellish machine, and you sitting far away in a desk, pretending to write something of value.

You didn't know what that meant, or what to do, but as the moon rose in the sky, you removed the pillowcase from your pillow and stuffed the most important stuff you owned inside of it.

A pebble hit your window, then another, and then another. You rightfully assumed it was your knight in shining arm(or). As you opened the window, he climbed the side of the building and came in.

"James! Why not the door?" You asked, giggly, as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulled his mask down and kissed you.

"I wasn't supposed to be out tonight, no mission. I had to sneak." He explained, hurriedly putting his mask on and covering you with jackets, warm pants, boots and a beanie.

"Won't they notice?" You asked, worried.

"I have a plan. That's why we need to hurry."

You didn't have time to ask why or what was going to happen, he zipped up your jacket, wrapped an arm around you and climbed out of the window.

You saw a snow mobile not far, and assumed it was your ride.

As you were approaching the vehicle, an explosion sounded behind you and the ground shook.

Bucky had set an explosion not far off so HYDRA would be focused on that and not notice him until it was too late.

And so you rode off, for hours and hours, until you reached a helicopter. You were scared shitless of entering, but nevertheless you took your lover's hand and trusted that he would lead you to safety.

And lead you to safety he did. He kept his promise, and as long as you lived James Barnes kept you safe. No matter how many nightmares haunted him, no matter how confusing it all got, one thing he was sure of: you were his compass, his one and only, the person who had unknowingly brought him freedom.

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tuiccim · 1 year

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Though I Have Never Read It

Pairing: Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 2756

Warnings: Angst, smut, Only one bed

Summary: You had run away from all of your problems and found solitude in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. When a storm blows in, it drags a man with a metal arm through your door. You offer shelter to the handsome stranger.

A/N: Special thanks to my hype princess & beta reader @whisperlullaby.

Though I Have Never Read It Masterlist

You stoked the fire in your tiny cabin, well off the beaten path, in a sparsely populated corner of Estonia, you lived off the grid. Your home consisted of a fireplace, a tiny bathroom that used rainwater, a small bed, comfy chair, a table for two (though it was rarely used), and a shelf of canned and jarred food. You had chosen a solitary life after yours had turned to absolute shit. Escape had seemed to be your only option, and here you kept to yourself.

Glancing at the wood piled in one corner, you knew with this weather coming in, it would be best to bring in more logs to keep dry. Bundling up, you head out with a lantern and gather as many as you can carry. Back and forth you went in the frigid snow that had begun to fall. Kicking the door closed after your last load, you promised yourself a special treat from your stash.

You peel the layers off and head to lock the door before treating yourself. Just before you reach it, the door is kicked open and in stalks a tall man all in black. You back away quickly as he closes the door and locks it before recognizing your presence.

“Where am I?” He demands in Russian, removing his eye protection revealing incredibly blue eyes.

“Eesti,” you say in Estonian.

He nods and moves to crouch in front of the fire. You watch him warily. Where the hell did he come from? Why is he here? Who sent him? Had they found you? You couldn’t stand the silence and ask, still in Estonian, “What do you want?”

He turns his head to you slowly, studies you carefully, and surprisingly speaks in English, “Shelter.”

You take a few deep breaths, trying to calm your rapidly beating heart and attempt to come up with a plan. “Are you going to hurt me?”

He removes the mask from the lower half of his face, revealing a razor sharp jawline, but stays silent.

“Did you come here on purpose?”

“No.”

“Are you here for me?”

“No.”

“Do you want something from me?”

“No.”

“Then why are you here?”

He looks at the floor and sighs heavily, “Shelter.”

“Shelter. That’s it?”

“Yes.”

“Are you lost?”

“Yes.”

“Is someone after you?”

“Yes.”

“Are you hiding?”

“Yes.”

“There’s a blizzard coming in.”

“Yes.”

“You could be stuck here for days.”

He looks at you, surprisingly he seems unperturbed, just resigned. You take another breath and decide that compliance is probably your best bet here. You try a different tactic, “What’s your name?”

When he doesn’t speak, you give him yours and explain, “I’ve lived here for a few months.” When he still doesn’t engage, you continue, “I was going to make myself some dinner. I should have enough for you, too. I just need to get this pot.”

With slow movements, you pick up the pot from the hearth and put it on the hook, pushing it close to the fire. You continued slowly while he watched your every move. Grabbing a jar of soup from the shelf, you struggle to open it and when you still hadn’t managed it by the time you made it back to him, he held out his hand. You look at him in surprise. His eyes seem to soften, as if trying to convey his harmless intentions. You hold the jar out to him gingerly and he pops it open with little effort. Your fingers brush his gloved ones as he hands it back, making you shiver at the damp material. You pour the soup into the pot and push it over the fire to warm. Turning back, you study the man’s clothing and realize they’re wet from the snow. Grabbing towels and an extra blanket, you bring them to him.

“You need to get out of the wet clothes,” you say gently.

“I’m fine,” he says quietly. He hadn’t moved from the spot by the fire and was beginning to shiver despite being so close to the source of heat.

You decide not to push. You knew you should still be frightened at what he might do but he seemed less like a scary intruder and more like a lost little boy. You set out two bowls, spoons, and cups. Deciding it wouldn’t hurt, you pull a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet and pour him a stiff drink. When the soup was ready, you served and gently said, “Come to the table. You need to eat.”

He moved, watching you with each step. You sat across from him and motioned to the whiskey, “This’ll help warm you up.”

You ate, staring at your bowl with an occasional glance up at him. Working up your bravery, you try to get him to talk again. “If we’re going to be stuck in here together, it’d be nice to have something to call you.”

He glances away as if searching for something before saying quietly, “Soldat.”

“You’re a soldier? Well, even soldier’s have names,” you try again.

You jump when he thumps his fist on the table, “I don’t.”

“Okay, okay. Soldat.” You hold up a hand placatingly, but you just couldn’t stop yourself from pushing one more time. “You don’t remember ever being called something else?”

He looked out into the darkness that had fallen outside, seeming to search for something, anything to grab on to. He shook his head as if warding off bad thoughts but then he whispers,”Ja- James?”

“James,” you smile. “Okay, James. Is the soup okay?”

He nods but the expression on his face betrays confusion. You finished the rest of the meal quietly, not wanting to overwhelm him. As you cleared dishes away, he sat still shivering. You told yourself to leave it alone but you also sucked at listening to yourself. You dragged your small bed closer to the fire and pulled back the covers.

“James,” you say gently. Your heart beats faster as his intense blue gaze meets yours. “You have to get out of those wet clothes. You’re never going to get warm if you don’t. Here, take this towel, dry off your skin, and get in the bed. I’ll wait in the bathroom. Just let me know when you’re done.”

“I-” he halts whatever was about to exit his mouth and instead gives a curt nod.

You use the bathroom, brush your teeth, and wait. When you hear a halting “okay” from the other room, you emerge. Picking the clothes up from where he had laid them over a chair, you spread them over the rods next to the fireplace to dry more efficiently. Without a second thought, you walked over to him and added another layer of blankets. He watched you, eyes following each movement.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” you ask.

“No.”

“Okay,” you settled into your armchair, the only real luxury you gave yourself, and picked up your book. As you turned to your bookmarked page, he spoke.

“Aloud?”

“You want me to read out loud? Uh, sure,” you looked down at the well-worn copy, and turning back to the first page began reading, “This is my favorite book in all the world, though I have never read it.” You smiled as you glanced up to see his confused expression. “That’s the first line of the book. The Princess Bride by William Goldman.” You continue to read through Buttercup and Westley’s romance while occasionally looking to see James’ reaction. Most of the time there was none but occasionally a corner of his mouth would tip up or down as you went on. When he seemed to be drifting off and your eyes had begun to droop, you put the book to the side, threw another log on the fire, and turned out the oil lamp. Wrapping a blanket around yourself, you settle in to sleep in your chair.

“No.”

Your head snaps up at the word and you turn to see James trying to get out of the bed. It was obvious he was in some pain and as he sat up you could see the bruises criss crossing his torso, then the mass of scars on his left shoulder that led to a metal arm. Your mouth fell open for a second before you realized what he was trying to say. You jump up to stop him.

“Hey. It’s fine. You need the bed more than I do.”

“No,” he insists.

“James! Stop,” you put your hand on his right shoulder to keep him in place but pull back when he gasps. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” he looks up with such pleading in his eyes it nearly breaks your heart. “Please.”

Gingerly, you reach out to him again and it’s as if his whole body relaxes at your touch. You sit on the side of the bed and stroke the long locks away from his forehead, allowing you a full view of his face. He was incredibly handsome. His eyes slipped closed as you continued to gently run your hands through his hair. When his breathing became even and you thought he had fallen asleep, you pulled your hands away.

He started awake and stared up at you with wide eyes, “Stay.”

After a momentary hesitation, you slide into the bed and pull the covers over both of you. Much later, after he had been out for a while, you fell asleep with a hand still tangled in his hair.

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The warmth of the sun shining down on you was glorious. You looked over at James chopping wood shirtless and smiled at him. When he grinned back your thighs clenched. He was outright the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen. He chopped one last log and then laid the ax down. He made his way to you and, rather than shy away, you grinned as he wrapped his arms around you. Your breathing picked up feeling him pressed against you, his cock already hard and rubbing against your middle. James moans causing you to…

…wake up. You realize that your dream was mirroring what was happening in your bed. James' arms were wrapped tightly around you and his hips flexed in rhythm. His moans were making your panties flood as you debate what to do. He shifts and his hard cock rubs directly against your mound eliciting a gasp from you. He stops, his eyes flying open and staring into yours. It was the fear in them that broke you. He looked terrified. You weren’t sure if it was because he didn’t know where he was or at what he had been doing but the only thought in your head was to soothe him. Tightening your arms around him, you arch to bring your bodies together and run a hand through his hair.

His tension melted away. Staring into each other, time seemed to slow down. Your breathing matched and your body seemed to tingle where it touched him. And then, he moved so quickly it made your eyes fly wide open as his mouth took yours. You were keenly aware of his nakedness in contrast to your clothed body when he rolled on top of you and his hips flexed. After a moment, his lips trailed down your neck and a desperate whisper slipped past his lips, a single word, “Please.”

You knew exactly what he’s asking and it scared you and thrilled you at the same time. The thoughts that went through your head were telling you how stupid this whole thing was and, alternatively, to throw caution to the wind for once in your life. He put a hand under your shirt, just enough to feel your bare skin and whispered please again. That solitary word made any resistance, any reason, any thought of stopping him disappear. Instead, you reach for your waistband and push it down as far as you can. His hands take over and get them below your knees.

You expect him to go fast, to take you in the same rushed way he had kissed you, but he doesn’t. He’s gentle and slow. He slides a hand between your legs and lets out a moan as his fingers explore. You hold on to him tighter and open your legs. When he guides the head of his cock to your entrance, he kisses you again while he slowly presses in. He swallows the whimpers you release as he buries himself inside of you. When he’s fully seated, he pulls back to look you in the eyes as he begins to softly thrust. You let out little gasps and moans as the pleasure builds.

“So good,” James’ voice is strained as he grinds right against your clit, determined to make you come before he loses himself. Every thrust is taking you closer and when you can feel the spasms beginning, you pull his face back to your neck. He wastes no time, sucking that soft spot just below your ear. You let out a moan that’s foreign to your ears as your orgasm rips through you. You clench down and James’ strokes come a little faster until he grunts at his own release. You lay together until your breathing becomes normal again.

James rolls to one side to study you before he asks, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, of course,” you smile at him before awkwardly reaching down to pull your bottoms back up. When you succeed, you slip out of the bed to hand him his clothes. “I’ll, um, I’ll let you get dressed.”

He nods and watches as you scurry to the tiny bathroom. You stare at yourself in the mirror, surprised that you still look exactly the same except the small mark on your neck. You use the bathroom and wash up. Determined to act normally, you decide to make breakfast and walk back into the main cabin. Glancing out the window, you see the snow that had fallen wasn’t as deep as you had worried. Looking over, James is dressed but he stands over the bed, staring at it. He glances up at you and then back at the bed. You see the small bloodstain on the sheets and hurry to snatch the covers over it. With knots in your stomach, you go to stoke the fire.

James watches you, “You-” He cuts himself off and when you finally look at him, his eyes are trained on the window.

“What is it?” you ask, watching his face fill with fear. When you finally hear the sounds of vehicles approaching, “James?”

He stares at you before jumping into action, “Get in the bathroom. No matter what happens, do not come out.”

He hadn’t spoken that many words since he showed up the night before and it scared him, “James, what’s happening?”

“They’re coming for me. Go!” He ushers you into the room but before closing the door, he looks at you with sadness and whispers, “Thank you. Stay here. Stay, no matter what.”

It was the tensest ten minutes of your life. You heard the cabin door open and slam shut, some muffled shouting from outside, and then silence. You were just about to peek out when you heard the door again. The sound of furniture being thrown and glass shattering has your heart racing, then the quiet invaded again. A fire crackling was all you could hear and as smoke began to seep under the door, your worst nightmare was confirmed. You try the door and it’s obvious that it had been blocked off. You panic for just a moment before wetting a cloth and covering your face as a makeshift filter. Looking around, you realize the only way out is the door. Using a piece of loose wood from the wall, you manage to get it through the sliver you open in the door. Using it as a wedge, you manage to get the door open wide enough to slip through. Your oil lanterns are shattered and the fire was nearly across the entire room. You grab a blanket near you and manage to climb out of the kitchen window. Looking around, it seems that James is gone along with whoever came after him. You run to your old but serviceable truck.

Turning back for one last glance, your cabin is already engulfed in flames. Your escape was gone. It must be true, you can't run from your problems. Time to return to New York and see if you can pick up the pieces.

Part Two

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chxrrybcmbs · 5 months

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Gimme Shelter: Part Two

70s gangster bucky barnes x fem!reader au. Warnings: mature themes, drug use, alcohol, guns, blood, violence and nudity.

Synopsis: James "Bucky" Barnes, better known by his fearsome moniker, The Winter Soldier. It's Los Angeles in 1977 and only one man owns the city. Until someone decides to challenge the king for his throne.

Part One

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The Roxy was packed. When you and Bucky pulled up in his Rolls Royce, there was a line of people down and around the corner waiting to get in. Bucky stepped out first and extended his arm to you to help you out. Immediately you felt eyes on you from the people around. Some might've seen Bucky before and assumed he was someone important. Some might know exactly who he is. You could always tell by the gaze. If they stared in awe, they had no idea. If they averted their gaze, they knew. It kind of made you feel good. Knowing how much power he radiated just by walking into a club was intoxicating.

Music was beckoning you inside from the front door and Bucky didn't like lallygagging. The bouncer at the door shook Bucky's hand and unhooked the velvet rope to let you both in.

Being Bucky's girl had its perks. Free drinks, complimentary appetizers and the best seat in the house. Natasha was waiting for you in the VIP booth, dressed in a black dress that clung to her curves and showed off her cleavage.

"There's my girl." She winked as she saw you and Bucky approaching. She gave you a warm hug admiring the emerald green satin dress you chose for the evening. Nat gave Bucky a nod,

"Steve and Sam are stationed as you requested. There's been no activity so far." Natasha told him, leaning closer so she didn't have to shout over the music. Bucky nodded,

"You keep Y/N company. I'm gonna make the rounds." Bucky turned his attention to you, he squeezed your hand and placed a kiss on your forehead.

"Be right back, babe." He smiled, and left you in Nat's company. You watched as he melted into the crowd of people, shaking hands and sharing laughs with men you assumed were clients of his.

Nat lightly touched your shoulder,

"Come sit with me, I got us a bottle of wine to share." She gestured to the bottle that sat in a bucket of ice on the small table.

"Oh you know me well." You beamed, eagerly taking a seat on the red velvet lounge. Natasha opened the bottle and poured you both a glass.

"Cheers!"

Bucky had disappeared from view so you gave up trying to spot him in the crowd of party goers.

"Don't worry. He's a pro." Natasha placed a hand on your thigh gently. You forced a smile and took a swig from your glass. You knew he was good at his job but you couldn't help but be nervous for him when he wasn't in your line of sight. As long as you saw him you at least could see proof everything was fine.

You remembered the nights he would come home bleeding and bruised. Scaring you half to death but he would always flash that charming smile, like he felt no pain, and he'd let you help him clean himself up and act like nothing happened.

To be fair you knew what you signed up for when you agreed to go out with him. He didn't pull his punches and you knew that before you insisted to come along anyways.

You were here to have a good time and enjoy yourself. It was best to not act like you were waiting for something to happen, so you downed the rest of your glass and stood up.

"Come on, Nat. I wanna dance!" You grabbed her hand and dragged her off the lounge, down the stairs leading to the VIP area and out into the dance floor. You joined the other dancers throwing your hands in the air and swaying your hips.

"You know Barnes isn't gonna like this." Natasha whispered in your ear as she danced.

"He can come to me if he's got an issue. No use waiting for the other shoe to drop." You brushed off her warning and kept going. Letting yourself feel the beat and let loose. As long as Nat was with you he wouldn't get mad. And if he did give her trouble you would be her defender.

You were having a great time dancing and laughing with Natasha when the song changed to something slow and you saw couples gathering together. Nat took your hand and went to lead you away from the dance floor when a man bumped into you.

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't see you there." He apologized. You looked up to see a slender man with dark hair and a well trimmed beard. Nat still held your hand and her grip was getting tighter.

"No harm done." You moved to step around him when he blocked your exit.

"I really do apologize, can I make it up to you? A dance perhaps?" He was charming but in a sleazy sort of way that made your skin crawl.

"Really it's fine." You smiled politely.

"Are you sure? I promise not to step on any toes." You didn't like the way he said that last sentence and Nat clearly didn't either.

"If you don't get out of the way I'll make you." Her voice was harsh and the man looked at her as if he was shocked at her temper.

"Apologies, ladies. I meant no harm." He threw his hands up in surrender and backed away allowing Natasha to continue leading you back to the lounge.

Nat poured you both another glass of wine but you could tell she was on alert. Something about that man didn't feel right, the way he spoke like he knew who you were gave you the chills.

"What's wrong?" You asked looking at Nat who was laser focused on the the people on the dance floor.

"Nothing, don't worry." Her eyes were scanning the room, probably looking for Sam or Steve. Bucky no doubt was in some back room talking business. She made a signal with her hand and a moment later Sam arrived.

"Hey, foxy." He winked at you and you smiled. Sam always had a lighthearted air to him and you appreciated his presence.

"What's the deal, Tasha?" He asked.

"Where's Barnes?" She inquired.

"In the back with the owner talking shop. Why?" Sam answered.

"I think our bogey arrived." She said with an edge. Sam turned to look around the room,

"Where is he?"

"Tall, dark hair and a clean cut beard. He interrupted us on the dance floor." Nat replied. Sam whipped his head back to you.

"Are you alright?" He questioned. You nodded,

"I'm fine he was just persistent and it felt like he might've known who I was." Sam furrowed his brows,

"What do you mean? What did he say?"

"Nothing specific. It was just a feeling I got." you insisted.

Sam sighed, "I'll have Steve get Buck. He's not gonna like this and it might be best you get Y/N out of here."

"Wait, no I don't wanna leave!" You protested.

"You're Bucky's girl and this man stepped to you without him around, Bucky ain't gonna like that especially because he was clear about your safety." Sam stated.

"I know, I know. Can you leave that part out, I don't want things to get ugly." You looked at Sam, ready to beg if you had to. You were asking him to lie to his boss and that wouldn't go well either if Bucky found out. But you could handle that. You really just wanted this night to be normal, for once. Sam looked to Natasha and sighed.

"Fine. I won't mention you, I'll tell him Nat spotted him and that's it. Ok?"

"Thank you." You squeezed Sam's hand,

"Yeah, yeah you better cover my ass if he finds out I lied for you."

"Count on me." You promised. Sam turned and left you and Nat alone again.

You took a sip from your wine glass and waited for Bucky to reappear and ask you to leave. It didn't take long, you saw him striding for you and parting the sea of people as he went. His face was riddled with anger and he climbed up the stairs to you.

"Where is he?" His question was directed at Nat.

"Last I saw he was on the dance floor." She lied, but only partially. Bucky ran a hand through his hair, the other on his hip.

"Babe, come sit down. Let's think this through." You patted the seat next to you. Bucky looked down at you as if he was debating his next move, the song changed again and a waiter came up the stairs with a drink in his hand.

"A drink for you, Miss." he placed it down in front of you.

"I didn't order anything." You said, confused.

"Oh, it's from an admirer." The waiter said. Bucky grabbed the waiter by the collar. You jumped to your feet, your hands gripping Bucky's biceps in a feeble attempt to stop him. Nat stood as well but she knew not to interfere.

"Who sent it!" He growled.

"Bucky!" You shouted as the chorus of the song blasted in your ears.

She's crazy like a fool

"I-I don't know, Sir!" The waiter stuttered. Bucky shook him, gripping his collar tighter.

What about Daddy Cool

"Don't fuckin lie, tell me the name!" Bucky yelled.

I'm crazy like a fool

"I don't know, man I swear! All he left was this card! That's all I know!" The waiter whimpered. Underneath the glass was a white card with the initials T.S. Bucky dropped the waiter and the boy scurried away, tripping down the stairs as he went. You looked at him as he was seething with rage. He crumbled the paper in his fist and was seconds away from smashing the drink onto the floor when you tugged on his arm again.

Bucky smoothed his hair and his jacket, taking out a cigarette and lighting it quickly.

"Nat, you take her to the back and don't you fuckin come out until I say so." He commanded.

"Bucky, please!" You protested. He took a drag from the cigarette and shook his head.

"No. I'm taking no chances." He stated, he gripped your face and placed a harsh kiss on your lips.

"Do this for me, doll. Please."

You knew there was no arguing with him. So you went with Nat, you turned back to look at him and he blew you a kiss, you reached out your hand and caught it tightly in your fist. He straightened his hair, the cigarette bobbing in the corner of his mouth as he turned around. Last thing you saw was his broad back disappearing into the crowd.

What about Daddy Cool

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Bucky Barnes Fic Recs II

Fic Recs I

+18 ONLY Last update August 22, 2022. Will add more!

So, instead of adding fics to my previous post, I decided to do another one with the fics I wanted to include. ❤️Again I wish I could say something for every fic but I'm not good with that, just know that if your fic is here I love it and it made my day better, so thank you ❤️ Please support these amazing writers!

Read the warnings.

Series:

Literally everything by @sinner-as-saint but especially Tempestuous

Adore you by @soap-bubble-nebula

The Barnes by @agentofkrypton

Undisclosed by @pellucid-constellations

The Maiden's Touch by @fafulous

Sky full of song vy @wkemeup

Soldat by @the-fallen-nightmare

Honey, there is no right way by @bonky-n-steeb

All the king's men by @nastybuckybarnes

Made for me by @saiyanprincessswanie

I'm wishing by @moonbeambucky

Pretty boy by @azaleavi

Harmless by @shurisneakers

A Beautiful, Terrible Thing by @sebastianstansqueen

Paint me a picture by @peterman-spideyparker

I remember all of them by @tuiccim

Sugary sweet by @all1e23

The sweetest thing by @angrythingstarlight

Parent-Teacher Conference by @coffeecatsandcandles

Voyeurism by @sweeterthanthis

Last mission by @mercurial-make-em-ups

Say it by @sgtjbuccky

Oneshots:

My alpha next door and The mating program by @multi-stann

Dance with me by @bucky-bucket-barnes

Muscle knots by @khimili

Oasis by @bubblebuckys

Saxtape by @virginburial

Maps by @moonstruckbucky

Cockblocked by @borkingbarnes

Home by @clintbartonswife

Requiem by @motsdouxdejanie

Take my breath by @buckycuddlebuddy

Untitled by @adrinktostopyourthirst

Untitled by @navybrat817

Looped (again) by @softlybarnes

The secret life of Bucky Barnes by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

The curse of the viscount by @calpalirwin

Family by @metalbuckaroo

Who's she? by @itsapeterthing

Teacher's pet by @hansensgirl

Bad Intentions by @seventven

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I C E P R I N C E S S 11

Pairings: Popular Girl!Reader x Outkast!Bucky

Explicit Content - Smut - NO MINORS

Summary:

Bucky Barnes is the quiet boy who gets picked on.

The Reader and her friends run with the popular crowd at Stark High.

As the Winter Ball approaches, she is partnered with Bucky Barnes for a class project. They grow close in an inadvertently secret friendship, which later turns into love.

Only catch is…she’s Steve Roger’s ex girlfriend, and before she was partnered up with Bucky, her friends had planned to use and turn Bucky into Stark High’s new it boy to try and get back at Steve; a disgusting bet.

Another catch: She’s a figure skater at the town’s arena every Tuesday and Thursday nights. Bucky works part time at the rink resurfacing the ice. The other doesn’t know.

Modern AU High School fic - later goes into adulthood.

M A S T E R P A G E - FULL SERIES

Warnings: This story will have a lot of angst, a lot of fluff, a lot of cursing, and a lot of sex. Oral, praise kink, body worship, overstimulation, etc. you know me. There will also be loss of virginity in this.

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A/n: The chapter you've been waiting for. Smut ahead. Reminder that everyone is 18 or older and consenting adults. :)

The Cabin

The day had started a little awkwardly. Everyone had to find their rooms and unpack. Sam and Bucky were rooming together, Matt and Steve, you and Sharon, and Carol was with Monica. There was a spare room for if your friend Nat decided to arrive tomorrow.

You had spoken to Bucky only briefly, he'd been acting awkward since Steve showed up. He was always so chatty but now with everyone around, it was like he reverted to not speaking as much.

But you don't miss his eyes the way they stay with yours.

Now the popcorn was popped, and the pizza was baked. Closing in a eight pm, the lights were off and the fire in the fire place was blazing. Your eyes would meet across the circle as everyone talked to each other.

At one point, you decided to go into the kitchen for a can of soda when you heard footsteps behind you.

You turned around and the blue-green eyed boy smiled at you.

"Hey." He says.

"Hey, Steve."

You feel a bit awkward as you move through the kitchen and closer to him.

"How are you doing?" He asks softly.

"I'm alright," you answer, you push a strand of hair behind your ear and cross one of your arms over your chest, "takes time, ya know?" You add a chuckle in for the sake of you me sanity. He knows you're talking about multiple things. Your break up, his cheating, your accident, your recovery. He knows you've changed in the last six months and he's admired the girl you've become. He would always respect you.

"How's skating going? I missed your last one. I'm sorry."

You swallow hard.

He sees a far away sadness in your eyes before you respond.

"It's okay." You whisper. You look away from him and to the ground, "I miss him, Stevie."

Steve reaches forward and cups the back of your neck with his right hand.

You blink away tears as his thumb runs over the scar there.

"Oh, Y/N." He says.

"I never thanked you properly for being there for me."

He smiles at you.

"I'll always be there for you."

It's then that you both hear someone walk into the kitchen. You look over to see Bucky standing in the entrance mid step.

You don't know why you overthink the situation. Maybe it's the way he eyes Steve's hand on your neck.

Bucky feels like he's suddenly intruded on something he didn't want to see, even though he had no right to not like it.

"Sorry, I didn't mean—" Bucky mumbles, about to turn back around.

"No, it's okay." Steve says, dropping his hand away from your neck, "Bucky, right?"

Bucky nods.

"I was just telling Steve about my brother," Steve is momentarily shocked, not expecting you'd be so transparent with Bucky, but he doesn't mind. If anything. It just peaks his interest. He doesn't miss the way your eyes soften and the way your voice has taken on a new tone. Bucky clears his throat, "he was there for me through it all when it happened so he knows everything."

It's meant to console Bucky. You don't know why you feel the need to justify this position and make Bucky reassured it's nothing happening. But the words do the opposite of console Bucky.

"I understand." Bucky says. He forces a smile and your eyes meet once more. You're the one that swallows hard this time, "but really it's fine. Just wanted to let you guys know they're about to start a game. I think telestrations or something."

You and Steve both nod and Bucky leaves.

Steve clears his throat and turns to you with a knowing smirk.

You frown at him.

"What?" You ask.

"He likes you."

You blush as you look away from him. You let out a small chuckle.

"No, I don't think so." You say quietly.

Bucky didn't like you. Did he?

"Please. The way he was looking at you?"

You shake your head to yourself remembering all the things Bucky said to you at the restaurant.

"He'd never like someone like me. He's said so himself."

"A sweet girl like you?" You don't say anything as you stare back at the entryway Bucky just walked out of, "and something tells me you like him, too." Your eyes flicker to his at those words.

—-

"That's not fair! You cheated!" Sam yells.

"How the hell did I cheat?" Steve exclaims with laughter.

"You and your damn drawing skills, that's how."

"This game doesn't even keep score." Carol says, "get over it." She rolls her eyes.

Sam glares at her as he reaches for the Grey Goose bottle, downing the rest of it in one go.

You raise a brow at him.

"Sore loser alert." You mumble.

Everyone laughs.

"You know what, y/l/n?" Sam says once he puts the bottle down.

"What?" You ask playfully and smirking.

He squints at you and a smile fills his face.

"You're lucky you're cool or I swear." He says.

"Alright, enough of this shit." Matt says, reaching over for the telestrations box and packing up everyone's little notebooks.

"Hey!" Sharon protests, "we weren't done."

"I don't care Sharon, let's play a real game. Anyone up for truth or dare?" Matt says with a smirk, "an X rated version?"

You're biting at your bottom lip as your eyes migrate towards Bucky on the couch next to Sam. You pull out your phone.

Let's ditch everyone. Want to see something cool?

You send him the text. You watch as he frowns when he feels the vibration in his pocket and pulls out his phone. He reads your text and smiles.

| Sure. Go ahead I'll be right behind you.

You smile as you read his response. You clear your throat as you stand up.

"I'll be right back, guys." You announce, pulling your black hoodie down.

Sharon looks up at you with furrowed brows.

"Where are you going?" She asks.

"Just outside for a bit. I'll be back." You say.

Bucky feels the butterflies in his tummy as he watches you walk out the cabin and into the night air.

He takes a sip from his Coca Cola can and then places it on the table next to him, next to a stack of Uno cards.

"Alright, who's going to start?" Matt asks, obnoxiously excited. His eyes dart over to Bucky knowingly, but Bucky's patience is wearing thin:

"I have to excuse myself, guys." Bucky says, throwing everyone except Matt a smile.

The girls all smile back at him and Sam and Steve give each other a knowing look with a small smile.

"Okie dokie." Sam shouts, "be safe out there."

Matt's face is in a hard glare as his nose flares, eyes not darting away from Bucky.

He can't help the scorn as Bucky follows behind you out the door.

"I'm tired. I think I'm gonna head to bed." Carol says, yawning.

"Me too." Steve says.

"Same." Sharon.

"You're a bunch of old people." Matt mumbles, marching away.

—-

"Where the hell are we going?" Bucky asks you, following across the large open field and into the woods.

You smile faintly.

"You'll see," you look over at him and smile. His eyes meet yours in an intense stare, and his gaze follows the bridge of your nose, "you trust me?" You ask so quietly he almost doesn't hear you.

"Yeah." He doesn't even hesitate to respond.

"Come on." You say.

You two walk for about three more minutes. Through heavy trees and over a small river that has a log connecting one side to the other as a bridge.

He halts when you stop in front of him. His eyes follow your gaze to the white building standing in the middle of an open field.

It's a white church with black shudders, completely abandoned and half falling apart.

"This is creepy." He says.

You giggle.

"You're safe, don't worry," you grab his hand and you lead him into the church. The moldy wooden floorboards creek beneath your feet as you step inside, letting the heavy black door close behind you.

You look up at Bucky. His jaw is sharp, handsomely perfect, and his eyes take in the terrifying dark space. Half the ceiling is caved in, exposing the night black sky.

"Stay here." You tell him.

"What?" There's a certain fear in his voice that you find adorable, "where are you going?" He asks as he watches you walk into the abyss of darkness.

You don't respond and Bucky shifts his weight from leg to leg anxiously. He says your name once more and nothing. He licks his lips and is about to decide to disobey your order when he hears a loud bang and a humming sound. Then he sees you perfectly clear as you walk back to him.

He can see you because there's a large chandelier hanging from the partial ceiling that he hadn't seen before and it's hundreds of bulbs glow a bright orange above you. He's speechless as his heart beats like crazy inside of his chest.

You're giving him the brightest smile he's ever seen in his life and you're glowing like the sun. You looked breathtaking.

You motioned your arms around you to show him to look around and he does. The whole church is glowing and it looks beautiful. Almost as beautiful as you.

"How—" he starts, his voice fading off.

"I found this place a couple years ago when we first started coming here."

"Alone?"

"Alone." You confirm.

"You've never showed anyone else?"

There's a beat of silence.

"No. Just you." You say.

You watch him intently as he walks up to you. He's giving you a look you can't identify. Then he smiles wide.

"I don't know if I should be scared of you or..."

You tilt your head at him.

"Or?" You ask.

You both hear a rumble and your eyes dart up to the sky. Somehow you had both moved to the center of the church.

"I don't know. Something. You're interesting." He whispers, looking back down at you.

You don't realize how close you both are. You're too caught up in this moment to tell.

"You're something, too." You say, a smile pulling at your lips.

He laughs.

And just like that, the skies open up and the rain begins to pour over the both of you.

You look up and laugh.

"We're going to get sick." Bucky chuckles.

The rain picks up even more and Bucky stares down at you. You're soaking wet. Your hair glues to the side of your face and to your shoulders. The rain drops dangles over your lips and your eyelashes.

Somehow, he finds himself grabbing your hand. You squeeze each other tightly.

The lights flicker above you until they finally shut off completely. The rain was getting worst.

Bucky doesn't say anything as he pulls you behind him in the darkness.

For the first time in a long time, you feel truly safe.

Out the church, you both speed walk towards the woods. The trees help a little to shelter you from the rain but it still continues to wet you nonetheless. The cold air didn't help either.

He guides you across the log that's laid over the river, his hands holding your waist. Through more woods and more mud, you're both practically walking puddles.

Both escape the woods and the cabin comes in straight view.

You both make a run for it through the sheets of water, your hands still clasped tightly together.

You find yourself slipping on the mud beneath your now dirty shoes and it causes you to slide to the side and towards the grass.

Bucky laughs out loud as he catches you and you laugh too.

He's got you until you're steady back on your feet and you continue your run inside.

You're at the front door and his hand keeps slipping from the doorknob. He chuckles as he watches you getting even more wet, if possible.

You looked goddamn adorable.

He finally manages to get the door open and he closes it quietly behind you. You're both still laughing and your shoes squeak over the floor. The cabin is dark, a clear sign that everyone was already asleep,

Bucky is still laughing and your mind is in a daze. You're giggling non stop. Your back is against the wall next to the stairs that leads up to the other rooms and he's standing right in front of you, laughing and smiling non stop.

You place both your hands on his chest as you giggle, and suddenly he's right up against you. Your hands slide up until they are near his shoulders. You can feel him rumbling beneath your hands as he laughs and whispers something you can quite understand.

"Shhh, shhhh..." you tell him playfully between giggles. He giggles and his eyes crinkle at the sides, "shhh." You say again.

Eventually his giggles dial down, as do yours, and silence engulfs you both.

The rain patters against the glass and ground outside.

Your eyes follow his piercing blue eyes and how they're looking into your own, and then they travel down his nose, and to his lips.

There's no more laughing.

Bucky leans his forehead down against yours and closes his eyes.

Oh, this, this felt like a thousand burning suns.

You find your hands on either side of his neck as his nose hits yours. You both smell like a fresh thunderstorm.

With a sigh he opens his eyes. His left thumb runs over the tops of your cheeks and your eyes meet again.

You feel like you're going to implode when he starts to slowly move in. You find yourself meeting him halfway.

Both of your eyes are halfway closed as his lips finally run over yours in a soft but languid peck.

You're both still when he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes again.

In total sync, you both move in at the same time, smashing your lips together in a passionate and dirty kiss.

You find your hand going to the back of his head, near the nape of his neck, and you deepen the kiss even further.

The sound Bucky makes as he tilts his head for better access, letting his tongue run over yours, makes your core tingle and your insides burn.

His right hand is on your waist traveling upwards to your neck. His left hand is cupping your face. The sighs of contentment that you leave on each other is magical and a language of its own.

He slows down his kisses and then fully stops. You're going to ask him what's wrong when he grabs your hand and starts to walk up the stairs.

You've never felt like this before.

This was a first for you.

Your heart skips a beat as you watch him find the spare room that was being unoccupied.

His fingers run over yours as he opens the door and pulls you inside. He locks the door with an audible click and neither of you waste an extra second.

Your kisses are hot and frantic. He's pushing you to walk back towards the bed and you sit on it on your knees. You grab his shirt in a fist and pull him to follow you.

Once he's also on his knees in front of you, he grabs your wrists and leans back to look down at you. Both of your lips are swollen and both of your eyes are dark.

He runs his hand once more over your chin and to the back of your head where your hair runs between his fingers. He leans his forehead down against yours.

Suddenly, you're both nervous.

You've never done this before. You wonder if he has.

You're so shy right now but also so scared; in the best way possible.

"You want this?" His question is hoarse and three octaves lower than it normally is.

You nod.

He kisses you one more time and then his fingers go to the hem of your soaking wet sweatshirt.

Once he pulls it off you, your skin feels much colder and crave his touch. You've got a black tank top on and you help him remove that, too.

You were beautiful. Your perky breasts are the sweetest things he's ever seen and your nipples are hard against the cold air. Left hand to your neck, he kisses you again, letting your tongues dance together.

This time, you help him pull off his own black sweatshirt. He has nothing underneath and your hands immodestly goes to his pecks and down his torso. He shivers underneath your touch.

You're not sure what to do. Since you've never done this, you don't know how much is too much yet. You've only read about scenes like this in books and fanfiction but doing it in real life felt so much scarier.

You knew it was because it was your first time, it would get easier, but you wished it wasn't this scary. Every move you make is determined but hesitant. You're afraid of disappointing him. You wanted this to be perfect.

But you knew that if this was his first time too, it wouldn't be romance book perfect.

But as he removed your shoes and pants, and when you were both just in your underwear, you realized it didn't have to be perfect and that's what made it perfect.

It wasn't about who did what but about what you were trying to express to each other. You hoped deeply that he was feeling the same thing you were.

He's hovering over you. The pillow is behind your head and he's got his left forearm over it. His right hand is on your waist where he rubs soft circles just over your underwear.

You both kiss again, this time his lips catching your bottom one beautifully.

"Bucky." You whisper, hating to break the silence but knowing that communicating is going to be important right now.

"Yeah?" He asks just as quietly, his thumb running over the top of your head.

You maintain eye contact as you shimmy your underwear off and down your legs. Bucky gulps, his eyes darting down as he watches you.

He doesn't miss the way you close your legs involuntarily to shy away from his eyes.

No one has even seen that part of your body before.

"Please be gentle with me." You say.

He whimpers at your words. Not because he doesn't like it but because you sound so sweet.

"Of course," he says, his right hand going to the outside of your thigh. He kisses you again and you moan against his mouth, "I'm scared." He freezes up at your words. Did he do something you didn't consent to? Did he scare you? Shit. He starts to pull away from you but you grab onto his neck again, "I know it's going to hurt, that's why I'm scared. It's not you. It's that part of me, I never...and I've always heard..." your voice starts to fade away as small tears fill your eyes and he starts to realize what you were saying.

Bucky doesn't know why he'd always assumed you and Steve had slept together before. Maybe it just seemed to him like it made sense. You and Steve were together for so long and were eighteen already. Bucky wonders why it never happened.

But he's also feeling something else. He's feeling special and prideful. Because you, god how he treasures and admires you. He would never do anything to hurt you ever again and the fact that you will be each others first, it sends a fire through his heart.

He's so happy it's you and he hopes you feel the same way about it.

"I will never hurt you," you trust him immensely even though you know that what he's about to do to your body he has no control over how it will feel. At least not much control, "I've never done this either." You kiss him when he says that, "it won't be perfect, but that's okay." You whimper, "we'll have other times after this one." He says against your lips. You chuckle at his words, finally feeling more at ease. His words lighten everything for just a moment, but that's it.

"Can I touch you?" He asks against your lips.

You nod.

His lips leave yours and they move to your collarbone. He leaves you three pecks there, then he moves his face back to hover over yours again. It's then that you watch as he dips two fingers into his mouth and then down to your core.

You moan quietly as he rubs your clit in small circles. He responds to your moans with his own and he watches your face. Your eyes are closed and the smallest of pants and gasps leave the break of your lips.

"So beautiful." He whispers.

He gains more confidence when he watches you lick your own fingers. You meet his hand.

"Put them inside me." You tell him desperately.

Buck gulps and nods his head. He's never done this. He's watched porn before but actually doing it was different. He doesn't want to disappoint you.

He slides his fingers further down your folds, he gathers something of what's leaking out of you on to his fingers and then slides into you bit by bit with his pointer finger. Then he adds his middle finger.

He stretches his left arm above your head as he looks down at what he's doing to you. He gains confidence and his fingers gain speed and technique, making a come-here motion as he watches you unravel underneath him.

Your hand leaves your clit as his own palm starts to do the work for you.

"Oh, fuck." You groan. It sounds so filthy along with the squelching noises around you and Bucky knows he won't last long the second he's inside of you. He's taking pride in when he sees how he's giving you so much pleasure right now.

He quickens his movements, and you lean up on your arms, looking down at him work you. Your left leg widens a bit and you start to meet his hand with your hips as you feel your end approaching.

You don't care how loud you might be panting and the noise the mattress might be making over the bed. This felt unworldly.

You feel so close that you start overthinking it. What if you became too sensitive and it made the pain worst?

In a matter of seconds you have your hand on Bucky's wrist, stopping him.

You're still panting as he looks at you confused. You don't pull out his fingers, you just hold onto him. You both share a sloppy kiss.

"I want you inside me." You say against his lips.

Bucky keeps eye contact with you as he nods.

He pulls his fingers out of you and your hands go to his boxers.

Bucky hisses when his dick is free. He's already leaking precum and is as hard as a rock. This might be your first time but you know he might not last very long.

That's okay.

Bucky gasps as he feels your small hand wrap around him. It feels softer than you thought it would and heavier. His legs tremble over you as you stroke him once and then twice.

"Fuck,—" he grunts. You look up at him and god if he doesn't look absolutely gorgeous and perfect. He had his own hand on his abdomen as he looked down at you work him just right, "stop, stop." He whines, pulling you off of him.

He grabs your hand and folds your fingers with his. He holds it on the pillow next to your heard. Then he's over you again, and he looks completely enthralled by you.

Your right hand goes to his cheek as you lean up and kiss him softly.

Bucky's thumb from his other hand drags over your top lip.

This was it.

You feel him maneuver and then you feel it. His tip runs from your clit all the way down to your entrance and back again.

You can tell he's already so close and you're so apprehensive.

"I'll go so slow for you, okay? Okay? You don't have to worry with me. I gotcha." He reassures you.

You can only nod as you feel him prepare.

The first inch push isn't so bad. The second still isn't terrible but he can tell you're starting to tense up. You're gnawing at your bottom lip as you stare down. He stops.

"Hey, hey," he says gently, cupping your face, "your tense. Shhh." He wipes the tear that runs down your cheek.

"I'm sorry." You say.

"Don't be sorry. I just need you to keep remembering what I promised you." You nod again.

He waits a few more seconds and then continues. It's the fourth inch that does it for you and you find a shout getting stuck in your throat. It doesn't come out because you're biting so hard on your bottom lip.

"Shh, shh," he says softly, "I got you. I got you."

He keeps going further in and the sting you feel hurts bad, making you almost move up the bed. You gasp, your hand going to his toned abs.

"God." You groan.

"Almost there." Another and another and another.

You shake your head back and forth.

"Just do it fast, Bucky. It's okay." You tell him.

Bucky leans his forehead down on yours and nods.

You close your eyes tightly together until you feel him flush up against you. He starts with soft thrusts that make you cry softly, but after a few seconds, it starts to go away and you find yourself trying to find his lips.

He moans as you both share a deep kiss and as his hips pick up in speed.

He pulls away from your lips and he moans. It's so hard to keep it quiet when you know everyone outside could hear you. But the sound of skin slapping on skin and your little breaths are too noticeable.

He feels so good inside you, and the way he rubs your clit perfectly in sync with his movements has you feeling amazing.

His thrust get faster and harder and you can see the sweat on his chest.

"I'm sorry, fuck, I can't—" he whimpers, his eyes closing tight. His mouth opens in a gasp as he rams hard into you just once and he's grunting out loud.

You knew this would happen and it doesn't surprise you. It also doesn't disappoint you. You gave him pleasure and you were his first as he was yours. This was everything you wanted.

You let him spill into you and you run your fingers through his hair, pulling his face closer into the crook of your neck where he places little kisses.

He does something you don't expect.

He doesn't stop moving. You know he must be in pain from being over sensitive but he's on a mission for you.

He wasn't going to be a cliche first time where his girl doesn't cum.

"Come on, baby," he mumbles into your neck, his tongue dancing over your hot skin. You feel his fingers on your clit and he starts flicking you fast and hard, "come on." He repeats.

He's practically sobbing at this point as he works overtime to try and get you to cum and fuck, you do.

You cum hard.

You're groaning and moaning and gasping as you grab onto his head and back, eventually your left hand going to the pillow behind your head. You move your hips faster against his rod until you know you've coated him entirely in your cum. Your movements slow down as does his and all you can hear is your heavy panting.

"Oh my god." Almost inaudibly and more to yourself than anything.

He kisses your neck again. He lifts himself just slightly to pull out of you.

He lays down next to you, facing you, and pulls the covers over the both of you.

You're staring at each other, completely lost in the other.

He's trailing your features with his fingers and you're kissing his fingers as they occasionally pass your lips.

He leans forward and kisses your lips once more.

Then, sleep overcomes the both of you.

N E X T C H A P T E R

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imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul · 2 years

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Under the Covers - Bucky Barnes

Requested by anonymous.

Prompt: making blankets together, from the fall writing prompts. A/N: For some reason when I got this request I couldn’t stop thinking about this tweet from a few years back. I edited it to fit the time line, but yeah, this took a turn. I hope you enjoy! Please send in more fall requests!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1,291 Synopsis: After sending Bucky an inappropriate tweet, the reader and Bucky make blankets to cuddle under.

Warnings: mentions of sex

“What are you smiling at?” Sam asked, dropping into the seat next to you.

“You know how we’ve been working on ingratiating Bucky into modern culture? Making him watch popular movies, try out stupid internet challenges, stuff like that?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ve been sending him tweets that I think are funny, and he almost never understands them,” you said, laughing to yourself. “And I just found a good one.”

“Show me.”

“I don’t know if I should,” you said, turning your screen off.

“Why not?”

“It’s inappropriate.”

“Even better,” Sam said, reaching for your phone. You took it from his hands and let out a sigh.

“Okay, I’ll show you, but don’t judge me too much, alright?”

“Deal.”

“Jesus,” Sam said, handing the phone back to you with wide eyes.

“It’s totally gonna freak him out,” you said, smiling again. You sent the tweet to Bucky, eager to hear his response.

“You two have a very strange relationship.”

“You’re just jealous.”

“It’s not that,” he said with a smile, “But I am going to get out of here before he sees that and comes to find you.”

“Good idea.”

“Good luck.”

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“I don’t understand,” Bucky said, sighing at you in the fleece fabric aisle of the craft store.

“What’s not to understand? You pick out two fabrics and we make a blanket out of it.” You picked up a pattern with skulls but put it back down.

“You sent me a tweet about,” he looked around the aisle, his voice dropping low, “Sucking dick.”

“I did. Did that make you think something was going to happen?” you asked, looking back at him with a smirk. Bucky rolled his eyes at you and looked at the multitude of fabrics in front of him.

You came up next to him, resting your chin on his shoulder, waiting until he looked at you. He gave you a tired smile.

“Sometimes I feel like you try to confuse me.”

“It’s not my intent,” you said, giving him a soft smile. “How am I supposed to suck your dick under the covers if we don’t have any blankets to get under?” Bucky took in a breath and shook his head. He kissed your forehead.

“Alright, let’s pick out fabrics.”

“Yay! I’m thinking we do a fall theme?”

“Maybe,” Bucky said, seriously considering the fabrics in front of him. “But I do really like this purple unicorn one.” He pulled out the fabric and you snorted. The fabric in question was covered in a blue and purple galaxy design, with sparkly unicorns and shooting stars all over it. “Cute, right?”

“So cute,” you agreed. “Put it in the cart.”

For the next twenty minutes, the two of you went up and down the aisle, throwing different rolls of fabric in and out of the cart. In the end, you decided on a witchy cat pattern, a leafy one, a colorful pumpkin one, and the purple unicorn one.

By the time you got home, you were both exhausted, but determined to make these blankets. You were sure that Bucky was excited about what might come after the blankets were made, but he was still excited to make the blankets.

You sat on the floor of your small apartment with him, pushing your furniture out of the way so that you could both lay the fabric out flat. You explained the process to Bucky and noticed a frown on his face.

“What?” you asked.

“I don’t think I’ve ever made anything.”

“What?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever made anything by hand, just for myself.”

“You made us dinner the other night.”

“That was because we needed to eat,” he said, looking down at his fabric. You frowned at him.

“Well, you better make a damn good blanket then,” you said. He looked up at you with a gentle look on his face. There was something unreadable there, something you hadn’t seen on his face in some time. “And if you don’t, well, we can still get under the fabric together.”

You stood up and Bucky gave you a confused look. “Where are you going?”

“We need proper music,” you said. You selected your Halloween playlist and Monster Mash started to play. You danced back to your sections of fabric and Bucky laughed at you.

For the next half hour, you danced and sang along to the Halloween playlist, offering Bucky tips as the two of you cut sections of your blankets and made a hundred little ties. You finished up first and moved over to sit by Bucky. You watched as he finished up the last of his ties, watched every movement of his hands almost hypnotically.

“You’re staring at me.”

“You are making impressive work,” you said with a shrug, “I like seeing you make those ties.”

Bucky just smiled at you and leaned in to kiss you. You closed your eyes as your lips met his, and in a instant, Bucky had the blanket over the two of you. In the dark of the blanket, Bucky’s hands were on you, exploring your skin as he kissed you passionately.

You wrapped your arms around him and drew him in close, needing his body weight on top of you. His lips trailed down your neck, and just as you were about to moan his name, you heard the door slam shut.

You both sat up, the blanket still over top of your heads. Bucky threw it off and you saw Sam standing in the doorway, a look of disgust on his face.

“This is a common space. You couldn’t wait to jump each other’s bones until you were in your room?” he asked. You laughed, hiding behind Bucky’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Sam,” he said,

With your mood officially killed, you stood up and followed Sam into the kitchen. When he barged in, you didn’t immediately see that he also brought Chinese food with him. While eating, you showed off your blankets to him and he seemed less than impressed.

Once you all were done eating, Sam left, not wanting to hang out for another moment with the two of you.

“I’m exhausted,” you said when you shut the door behind Sam.

“Let’s go to sleep,” Bucky said, grabbing your newly made blankets off the back of the couch. In your bedroom, you flopped down on the bed and Bucky laid down next to you. He threw both of your fleece blankets around you, his under yours.

“Yours is so much better than mine,” you said. Bucky laughed in disbelief. “It is. You should take up sewing or crocheting next.”

“I’ll think about it,” he said, pulling you into his arms.

“I could watch you use those needles all day long. Oh, that reminds me. I promised you--”

“It’s late, Y/N,” he said, kissing your forehead. “You look exhausted.”

“But I promised.”

“I don’t care. I’m exhausted, too. I just want to lay here in these beautiful blankets, well, my beautiful one and your mediocre one--”

“Shut up,” you said, shoving his shoulder playfully.

“I just want to lay with you in these blankets and get some sleep. It’s been a long day,” he said. You sighed in his arms and closed your eyes.

“Fine, but first thing in the morning, we’re going under the covers.”

“If you insist, I guess I won’t stop you,” he said, smiling against your forehead. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

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cadavercowboy · 2 years

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𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜 / 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛 (𝙼𝙲𝚄)

✦ I Told You To Be Patient* (Reader Insert) — Patience is a virtue and Bucky would love to be the one to bestow it upon you. — One-Shot

✦ I’ll Stop The World And Melt With You (Reader Insert) — Bucky faces his fears so that he can take you on a date. — One-Shot

✦ In Too Deep* (Reader Insert) [Stepfather AU] — Bucky’s marriage is falling apart and he’s desperate for something familiar to cling to. He knows you’re the wrong thing, but you don’t exactly make it easy for him to keep his distance. — Mini-Series

✦ Just Friends* (Reader Insert) — A night of drinking makes Bucky bold and a harmless text makes him bolder. — One-Shot

✦ Once Upon A Good Time* (Reader Insert) — Bucky wants your attention so he’s going to use your biggest weakness to get it. — One-Shot

✦ Resolute (Reader Insert) — Everyone’s got a creepy, skeevy ex that they’d rather not see again. Not everyone has a beefy super-soldier at their disposal to protect them from that. — One-Shot

✦ Take Me Out* (Reader Insert) — You and Bucky are both professionally trained assassins. Both contracted to kill the other. Both completely unaware. — Mini-Series

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍 (𝚆𝚎 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝙸𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎)

✦ The Value Of Zero* (Reader Insert) [Stepfather + Vampire AU] — Charles Blackwood is willing to go to great lengths in order to obtain that which he desires most, though the discovery of his darkest secret may just bring ruin to his sinister plans. — Series

𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝙵𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚛 (𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝟹𝟻𝟻)

✦ Business As Usual* (Reader Insert) [Stepfather AU] — If you go looking for attention, Nick is going to give it to you...but it’ll be on his terms. — One-Shot

✦ Until Next Time* (Reader Insert) — Nothing comes for free in this world and there’s a hefty price to pay for two-timing a two-timer, especially one as vindictive and revenge-oriented as Nick Fowler. — One-Shot

𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚏 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛 (𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎)

✦ The Devil Comes With A Smile* (Reader Insert) — Cobbler ain’t pie and obsession ain’t love. — Series

𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝙺𝚎𝚖𝚙 (𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚑)

✦ Dearest* (Reader Insert) — You ghost Steve after a terrible date, but this causes him to become obsessed with you. He’s going to get a second chance whether you want to give it or not. And this time he is not letting you get away from him. — One-Shot

✦ The Hand That Feeds* (Reader Insert) — Steve finds you in a compromising position; it would be cruel of him not to offer his help. — One-Shot

✦ Heat Of The Moment* (Reader Insert) — Cannibalism isn’t the only strange habit Steve indulges in. — One-Shot

✦ Out Of Control* (Reader Insert) — Fighting your own demons is one thing. What happens when someone else’s are the ones dragging you down? — One-Shot

✦ Restless Heart* (Reader Insert) — Part of loving somebody means accepting their flaws. And loving yourself means coming to terms with your own, no matter how fucked up they may be. — One-Shot

✦ Take It Easy* (Reader Insert) — Just how far are you willing to go to convince Steve he can trust you? — One-Shot

✦ You Know I’m No Good* (Reader Insert) — Steve says you’re special because he thinks you’re just as fucked up as him. He’s going to learn you’re actually much worse. — One-Shot

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A Dream

Part FIVE of The Soldat and The Flower :: ONE , TWO , THREE , FOUR

Pairing :: Soldat!Bucky Banres x Petite fem!Reader

Warnings :: Overall sad vibes by the end, Bad Dream, Some Stockholm Syndrome, Slight Possessive Behavior

Word Count :: 1,271

Summary :: The Soldat has an almost perfect little domestic dream

A/N :: Gonna be honest, I meant for this to be a happy little "what if", but... Imma a little sad so- Yeah.

“Heya pal, got any special plans with your girl tonight?” A blond fella asked The Man.

He walked up to him as he knew him, a friendly smile on his face. Even though he didn’t know his name, The Man felt comfortable with The Blond. He was a friend, he was sure of it.

The Man smiled, giving The Blond a small shrug. “Just dinner, like always. What about you…” He trailed off, trying to remember his friend’s name, but he couldn’t. Who is he again? Who…?

Before he could question it any longer, The Blond spoke, “Just gonna take care of my mom tonight. She isn’t feeling too well. I’m thinking about introducing-” HONK “-to her. Hey, my mom also wanted to thank-” HONK “-for that flower arrangement she sent her-” HONK “-has a real talent with those flowers. She’d do great as a florist, don’t ya think-” HONK.

The Man nodded, agreeing quietly while wondering why the cars passing by today were so noisy.

After a short walk with his friend, the minutes blurring into a blob of time thanks to The Blond’s chit-chat, The Man was home.

He walked in greeted first by the scent of lilies, then by the beautiful voice of his flower. “Oh, you’re just in time darling! I just finished up dinner so it’s nice and hot.”

She stepped out of the kitchen wearing a slightly stained apron over a pale yellow dress. She had a large grin on her face, opening her arms up to be hugged by The Man.

After taking off his coat, he made a few long strides to get over to her and lift her up in the air in their embrace. She giggled happily, twirling in the air. When she was finally placed back down, she pulled him down by his tie to give him a quick peck on the lips.

“How was work today, B-” Ding! “-Oh! The cookies are ready,” She rushed back into the kitchen.

“Same old, same old,” He called out, following after her.

Walking into the kitchen, The Man saw a large bowl of spaghetti, cooked greens, and slices of bread on the side all set on the table for their dinner. She pulled out a hot tray of shortbread cookies, placing them on the counter to cool.

The two sat down, beginning to enjoy their meal together as The Lady told him about her day. She tended to her garden, gave the neighbors a bouquet of chrysanthemums as a thank you for a cookbook they had gifted her, and then read stories about Robin Hood.

“What about you, darling?”

He gave her a small look before averting his gaze to his plate. A small knot formed in his stomach when he thought about work. “It was fine. Like I said earlier, same old-”

“Same old,” She sighed. “You always say that about work.”

“Because there’s not much to talk about. You’d be bored by what I do.” He couldn’t quite recall why he didn’t enjoy talking about work, all he knew was that it wasn’t pleasant. He did the sort of job one wouldn’t share in front of polite company, that much he knew.

“I don’t know what you do.”

“Well, you wouldn’t want to because it’s-”

“Boring?” She stood up, walking over to the now-cooled tray of cookies. “Do you keep it a secret because you think I’d call you a monster if I found out?”

“Excuse me?” His brows furrowed, his heartbeat picking up at the thought of her being disgusted by him. “What did you just say?”

She began placing the cookies in a blue cookie jar. “I said, do you keep it a secret because you’re trying to keep Steve out of trouble all day instead of actual work?”

“Oh, yeah…” He thought for a moment. Who the hell is Steve? That name sounds familiar. Isn’t that… Yeah, it is that blond guy. Steve. “You know how Steve can be.” It felt odd saying his name.

With both of them full, The Lady began to clean up the dishes while The Man packed away the leftovers. After they had cleaned up, they headed to the living room to listen to Bing Crosby on the radio. The piano played softly before a deep voice started singing. They sat on the couch together, happy with one another’s company while doing nothing.

The Lady held his hand, fidgeting with his fingers. “Darling, do you love me?”

“That’s a silly question. Of course, I do flower.” He grabbed her chin with his free hand, pulling her attention from their hands to his face. He glanced over her features. The corners of her lips were down, her eyes were glossy. “What’s wrong? Why are you asking this?”

“Well… it’s because you never say my name.”

He was about to protest until he realized she was right. He never said her name because The Soldat didn’t know The Flower’s name. He didn’t even know his own. He didn’t know who he was.

The Soldat’s eyes shot open, the sight of a sleeping flower before him. He glanced behind her to see a blank white wall, not a wall covered in blue wallpaper.

In silence, he stared at The Flower, wondering for the first time who they each were before they were brought together. If their lives would have ever intertwined before. If she’d still choose him outside of these four walls.

The thought of them not being together saddened him. His arms tightened around her just a bit, a part of him wanting to make sure this was real.

When The Flower woke up, she smiled seeing that The Soldat was still in bed with her. That was until she noticed the depressed expression he had.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, bringing her hand up to his cheek. “Are you going away for a few days again?”

“No. I just realized…” He was hesitant to reveal what caused his anxiety. He was eased by her caressing his cheek, sure that she’d respond positively. “I don’t know your name.”

Her concerned gaze turned neutral, lips turning into a thin line. “...You don’t?” She asked, surprised he had never asked Dr. Kreischer, or had been told already.

The more she thought about it though, he only ever called her “Flower”. At least he had given her some sort of name, she didn’t have one for him.

“Well, I don’t know your name either, so it’s okay if you don’t know mine.” She gave him a sad smile, “In fact, it’s probably best we don’t know each other’s names.” Her eyes began to water, but the tears didn’t stream yet.

His frown grew. “Why?”

She averted her gaze, beginning to twirl some of his hair in her hands. “When I was little, there was a stray cat on my street that my mom and I fed. We couldn’t keep it because our landlord didn’t allow us to have pets. I always wanted to name the cat, but my mom wouldn’t let me. She said if we did, we’d grow attached to it and it would hurt more if the cat stopped showing up one day.” She looked back at him, tears now rolling down. “If we know each other’s names, it’ll hurt more if we’re ever separated.”

He was quick to wipe away her tears. “We won’t be. I promise.”

“And I’m sure you’ll do your best to make sure we’re not, but life is tricky to manipulate.” She sat up, ready to end the conversation and start her daily routine. “Besides, I like being called your flower.”

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naquey · 4 months

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ik you don't have much on your Marvel list of characters but, I was wondering if you could write some Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier angst with a male reader?

Oh! I have the perfect idea for Bucky Barnes x male reader. I saw something about him on tiktok and the angst in my brain went off.

t/w: angst, murder, choking

Bucky loved him. Bucky loved him so much.

He was the second closest relationship he had next to being best friends with Steve Rogers. Of course, he would never admit they were boyfriends. Especially not at the time. It was a risk, getting kicked out of the army, he already knew he wasn't the best fit for it but he wanted to fight for something bigger than him. Prove to everyone around him that he was able to do something for the greater good.

"Bucky?" His sleepy voice rang through on the other line.

His heart tightened.

"Y/n, I'm coming over."

"Honey, it's like three in the morning..."

"I just... Need to talk."

That was a damn lie and Y/n knew it, but he could hear something was wrong in his voice. Once the call ended he started tidying up his apartment, it had been a mess for a couple of weeks. Putting on a pair of pajama pants he strolled into the kitchen to brew some tea, he might as well put a pot on of his boyfriends favorite kind.

Then the door was kicked in.

He ducked behind the counter and tucked his knees in close. His gun was back in the bedroom but in the knife block were some blades he'd just sharpened before he put them away. Peeking over the counter he was relieved to see Bucky standing there looking around, but something was different. Something was wrong.

Grabbing a big knife from the knife block he held it close to himself, keeping an eye on Bucky who started to walk around. Heavy boots thudding against the floor. He would have made a comment bout mud being tracked through his apartment but he held his tongue.

Y/n could see a new, shiny silver prosthetic arm. The most daunting thing about his boyfriend were his eyes. They lacked any form of light, even as he stood in a lit up room. Bucky turned toward where the kitchen faced the counter and Y/n ducked again, hoping and preying he wasn't seen. It was so unusual for Bucky to call early in the morning, but at first he paid no mind to it.

A potted plant was thrown across the room and he held a hand over his mouth to keep from making any sound.

This wasn't the Bucky he knew. It wasn't like he could ask Steve for help. His grip tightened on the handle of the knife and he took a deep breath. He would be able to figure this out.

He was bloodied and bruised on the floor, Bucky's boot planted on top of his chest. Turning his head to spit blood on the floor he spotted the kitchen knife across from him.

"Bucky, listen, whatever this is. It isn't you."

There was no response, those eyes were dark and angry.

"I'm not your enemy here! I'm your boyfriend!"

Bucky removed his foot and grabbed a fistful of Y/n's collar, hoisting him to his feet. Opening his mouth to thank him he was promptly met with that metal fist of his. Staggering backwards blood pooled in his mouth.

"You came here to talk... Let's talk." Blood was staining his clothes and was speckled on his face. "What happened?"

He ducked another punch, swinging his leg out and making the brunette trip.

"What is going on?" Y/n asked again.

Bucky wasn't responded, instead he only continued to try and hurt his boyfriend. There was this far off look in his eyes that insinuated he didn't know what he was doing, but Y/n wasn't aware of that at the moment. He was trying not to die at the hands of his beloved.

Then, without warning and rather suddenly, Bucky's cold metallic hand had closed in around his neck. Lifted off his feet he tried grabbing at the robot hand to pry himself free. There was no noise coming from him, as choking was rather silent. It felt like a scene from an action movie. Y/n was desperately clawing at that robotic arm, searching Bucky's face for any sign of remorse or regret.

His body thudded to the floor and Bucky stepped over him, walking out of the apartment without as much as looking back at the scene, or even saying a word.

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makeitallmarvel · 11 months

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SNOWFALL

Part 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Your ears were practically ringing by the time Bruce had a chance to look at you and assess your injuries. The exhaustion fully kicked in as you swayed back and forth slowly trying to keep yourself awake. “Looks like we got to you just in time. By the looks of your scans and listening to your lungs you’ve suffered from major contusions from blunt force trauma.” He stated putting his stethoscope around his neck. “You need to rest for the rest of the day with light activity as needed. Stay on campus. I’ll monitor you throughout the day.” He recommended in his soft tone.

“Thanks B” you finally said after a long yawn. He gently kissed the top of your head, “Of course. Go see Fury and then get some rest.” He chuckled before returning to his charts. Slowly you trudged out of the room smiling to yourself. Seeing your friend so happy in a medical setting helping his friends and staying actively engaged with the Avengers lightened your heart. You could tell Bruce felt so much better in this role, able to leave the Hulk behind.

After a quick elevator ride and a long walk down the hallway in the east wing, you arrived at a lobby space. Behind the desk was a red head with glasses buried deep in her computer. “Hey Stace” you mumbled pleasantly as you passed by still in your gear from the mission. “Morning y/n. Go right in” she ushered as you approached Nick’s office door. Once inside his large office you took a look outside through the glass window that wrapped around the whole office. The morning light was a bit too much for how tired you truly were. You winced as you sat down in a chair and took a look around the room. Steve sat three chairs down the long boardroom table. Bucky sat at the end opposite of you. Your eyes locked for a moment causing your heart to malfunction. Your already low blood pressure dipped even lower and your head became fuzzy. “How did this seemingly simple assignment become such a shit show?” Fury asked with a bite in his tone. You gulped slightly, “see what happened was” you began. “I don’t want to hear it!” He yelled causing you to close your eyes tightly in regret. You shared a quick glance with Steve feeling like a kid who just got slapped on the wrist. “I expect more from you three. You are my first strings! I don’t want to see this again” he growled. The warning came across loud and clear. “Go get yourselves cleaned up” he dismissed you, “and Cap I want to see the debrief on this on my desk by tonight” he ordered. Steve stood to his full height and curtly nodded his head in agreement, “yes sir”.

“Ahh someone looks like they got a good nights sleep!” Tony joked as he placed a giant family style plate of eggs in front of you. “Yeah yeah not all of us are old enough to claim our AARP benefits and have retired.” You grumbled playfully. “Ouch. See that really is a comment for our good friend Capsicle over there” he gestured in Steve’s direction. From across the room you could see the smirk on Buckys face as his expertly trained ears picked up on your words. “And I’m not retired. Just pulling back my hours” Tony jested popping a forkful of eggs in his mouth. “Eat up Y/N we had a long night” Steve advised as he sat down next to you. Even after an entire night of combat he managed to still smell fresh while you were purposefully hiding your armpits in hopes no one smelled them with the slightest of arm movement. “Not that hungry, just ready to shower” you shot back quickly stealing two pieces of toast and bouncing to your feet. You were eager to get clean and go to sleep to aid your sore body.

On the way back to your room you had to walk by the medical suite. The glass let you see Bruce hard at work. He casually looked up and put a thumbs up in the air as if to ask of you were feeling ok. You quickly responded with a thumbs up as well before heading down the south hallway. While you waited for the elevator at the end of the hall you couldn’t help but relive every moment of last night in your mind. The way he held you so tight. His scent. His voice in your ear. It sent chills down your spine. The beep alerting you of the elevator snapped you out of your thoughts which left you feeling empty and cold. Traveling up four floors and to the end suite with a black door and a wreath made of thorns adorning it, you finally made it home. You were one of the lucky ones. Tony, Bucky, you and Spidey had vast balconies with open views all around to see the grounds. On your fourth floor southern wing you had neighbors of Wanda and Vision not to mention Loki. At last after another hour of slowly getting out of your suit from last night and getting stuck in your ripped leather pants for awhile, you were finally laying your body to rest. Every muscle screamed with an ache as you tried to relax yourself enough to drift into a sleep.

You had blacked out for three hours when your eyes opened again. Groaning you looked at the clock highly annoyed with your body’s natural rhythm. “Come on y/n go back to sleep. Don’t do this now” you coached yourself out loud. You were a notorious one for roaming the halls at night due to your insomnia. You closed your eyes to try again and laid still for about five minutes. The sounds of the birds and recruits running drills on the grounds filled your ears. It became overwhelming. Without even thinking you had tossed your pillow across the room in anger. You angrily walked out to your balcony taking in the scenes of the day around you. The sun shone bright in the sky warming your skin. You didn’t want to admit it but it felt incredibly good. It was calling you back into the hustle and bustle of the day rather than your bed. Quickly you tied up your hair and poured a drink from your bar cart. A double jack and coke. Taking a sip you moaned in satisfaction and headed out your door.

Your feet took you outside to the back main grounds. Maybe a walk would coax you back into the relaxation you desperately needed. Only a few moments passed by before your training had alerted you that someone was behind you and indeed your ears picked up on the footsteps. These were well trained and mostly silent. They stayed in the path of your own. “I thought you only roamed at nighttime” Buckys soft voice wafted into your ears and down to your chest where he made it hard to breathe. “Couldn’t sleep?” You asked him and he nodded his head yes pushing back his long hair. “Something like that” he sighed, “mind if I join?” He motioned to the path ahead of you. “Of course not” you smiled as you sipped your drink. “Let me try that” he demanded softly grabbing your glass before you could say no. He took a sip and coughed. “Damn you could give Tony a run for his money. You are a heavy handed bartender. That’s a woman after my own heart” he chuckled handing the glass back to you. The blush evident on your cheeks and it wasn’t the alcohol. It made it hard to walk thinking of you being his. That was something you didn’t think could ever be possible. You were always going to be his team mate and that’s all. “Tell me something I wouldn’t know about you” he wondered opening up conversation after a few beats of comfortable silence. “Bucky you know me pretty well.” You argued. “Eh just try. I’m sure you could surprise me.” He pressured with a devilish smile on his face. “Ok fine” you accepted the challenges and fell silent staring at the clouds as you thought of something good. “Ok one time when I was six I went horseback riding. And it was amazing! Probably the happiest I had been the whole summer that is…until I fell face first in a pile of mud.” You admitted. “Did the horse buck you off?” He asked clearly interested. “Hell yeah he bucked me off and when I looked up wiping mud from my eyes a giant toad was sitting there and croaked at me. I ran away screaming! And ever since that day I’ve been afraid of all frogs and toads. You will not see me ever dressing up as the princess and the frog for Halloween” you laughed. Bucky threw his head back with a smile as he took in the story. You had never seen him so alive. More importantly you had never been the person to make him feel this way.

An hour of passing anecdotes back and forth and you both were ready to rest your legs. Underneath the shade of a willow tree you laid on the soft, warm grass. Bucky lay next to you. “You make things seem normal. You make me feel normal” he mumbled but your ears caught every word. All you could do was lay there and try not to get the big fat smile on your face noticed by him. “I’m glad” was all you could say even though your heart was about to take off into space. The pair of you laid in the grass for another two hours side by side in silence. Bucky looked over at you and found you facing him with closed eyes now peacefully asleep. He smiled to himself taking you in and feeling content for the first time in awhile. He turned his head back to the sky and closed his eyes as well. He finally felt safe enough to do so.

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takenbypeter · 2 years

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Y/n x Bucky, where Bucky sneaks up to kiss y/n and they get frightened and accidentally uses their ability(like Wanda’s powers) on Bucky, ends with a apology kiss♥️♥️♥️

No Apologies Needed

Bucky Barnes x reader

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Sometimes you zoned out. Listening to music, lost in your book, there were plenty of moments where you were so focused on the task at hand that you dismissed all other things around you.

Another instance would be now. You were presently washing some of your dishes, lost in thought. This didn’t happen all the time, but staring at the sink, washing these dishes, it made just some unnecessary thoughts pop into your head.

Maybe you were so focused on that, that you didn’t even realize another figure entered the room. Eyes focused on the dish in hand, you flinched, alarmed when a hand found place against your waist. You don’t know what happened next. It was like a gut instinct, or an instant reaction where your brain kicked high energy and suddenly a glowing energy blast was emitting out from your hands causing the figure to fall to the ground a few feet behind you.

With the body far from you, you finally turned around and got a good look before your hands quickly covered your mouth in shock. “Bucky?” You question confused, he wasn’t supposed to be back for another week and a half. Your hand raised up and you took a couple steps towards him, wanting to reach out and help him but then you stopped, instead clenching your hands close to your chest, not wanting to cause any more harm. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you were coming back so soon.”

He groaned from his spot on the floor, “yeah, mission was done early, figured I’d surprise you,” he moaned again, “remind me never to do that again.” You watched as he pushed his heavy body up from the ground, extending his limbs, into a stretch.

“Are you sure you’re okay? We could go get you checked out, I think Bruce is somewhere around here,” you worried, still keeping your hands against your body.

Noticing this Bucky comfortably reached out, wrapping his hand around your wrist and you let your arm ease up, following his lead, “relax,” he suddenly pulled you into his arms and he leaned his head down close to yours, “you could never hurt me,” he closed the small gap. Your lips instantly growing warm from the contact before you separate a little “I’m sorry,” you whisper resting your forehead against his, and he shakes his head, “don’t be,” quickly reconnecting to your lips.

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This is it. This is the story that had me squealing at one in the morning cuz ughhh it’s so cute. I’m ded.

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For the fic commentary ask (idk if this is 500 words):

Standing in the darkened wings, suited in tulle and satin, our faces painted, we await our cue. We stand in an elongated row, the lead girl up front, nearest the stage, the last girl with her heels in the hall. I am four dancers back, head held high in a fixed pose as we are taught to hold; no relaxing just because we are not on display. I can see the lights beyond the lead girl’s head, but I cannot see the stage.

Above the music and the paces of performers already onstage, I hear a single footstep. My sister ahead of me does not hear it, my sister behind me does not hold her breath. I’m the only one who knows there is someone unexpected in the shadows with us.

The mildest glint of a metal knuckle and I stare straight ahead, my throat tight and my heart racing like a snared rabbit’s.

Seconds pass. The music swallows itself mournfully. The shadows squeeze tighter around me until—

I can feel his breath, but I do not look at him. When he moves I know better than to move, better than to distract him, knowing it’s like stepping out of the road when a vehicle hurtles by, it’s destination immensely more important than your own. So when the movement grazes my cheek I remain statuesque, but out of the corner of my eye I look.

His right hand made of flesh and blood touches my cheek, fingers gingerly tracing my cheekbone. They trace a curve down the side of my face and under my jaw, and too late I tremble. His hand still touching me, I turn my head incrementally to look into his eyes for an explanation, thinking this is a test, but really not thinking at all.

The eyes gazing back at me show no fury. They are not cold. They are not blank.

The Soldier is admiring me, and not with dilated pupils or calculating lust, but like he’s found a piece of art he enjoys, eyes following the trail of his fingers. I hold every muscle still just as I’ve been doing, watching his eyes as he drags his knuckles back up my cheek.

He hesitates. He sees me looking, and the admiration is drowned. His eyes portray a dilemma, a lost man, a little boy. He drops his hand and I look straight ahead, about to break a bone or strain a muscle from how tightly I hold myself in place. I hear him slip into the wings and I do not look back, but I listen, focusing all my attention on listening through the one ear aimed in his direction.

Our cue sounds, and we advance onto the stage, curtain rising, audience sighing. Throwing my attention into the dance, I forget the Soldier completely. Mind and body stay in the dance, senses stay on the audience, cues taken from fellow dancers, but the side of my face burns throughout the performance.

Author's Commentary

Wow. Not the fic I expected someone to pick, and also I forgot I wrote this, especially upon re-reading it (it's good?).

This scene came to me and was written down in roughly the same day. That's why the rest of the fic is so short, sadly. Spur of the moment, and it remains unfinished.

I picked 1st POV for Natalia because I had put myself in her shoes and couldn't imagine it from another viewpoint. Unfortunately, 1st POV is not popular for fanfic or fanon characters—I too dislike fics told from 1st POV. I really wanted to try it though and am not dissatisfied; it is what it is. Have frequently considered altering it to 3rd POV to make it more palatable to readers. Attempted to justify it by making these modern-day Natasha's recollections.

Key points to note:

Meant to exist in MCUniverse, not comics

This fic was inspired by another fic by...crap, I can't find it. I kept the vibes because they were good

I know almost nothing about ballet so I leaned on the canon understanding that the ballet aspect of her backstory was implanted memories and therefore could be fudged

I'm more of a Bucky fan than a Natasha fan, but both of them have such trauma, such stoicism, and above all repression to explore

Commentary by Excerpts

"Seconds pass. The music swallows itself mournfully. The shadows squeeze tighter around me until—" <- I really like this bit, wow. I don't remember what I was listening to when I wrote this, but I might have been describing it.

"I can feel his breath" Don't know why I wrote that, i didn't intend for him to be that close.

"When he moves I know better than to move, better than to distract him" Because both characters are essentially in a mind-controlled fog, neither of them really understands what is happening. However, Natasha has an advantage over "The Soldier." She lucidly assumes he must be there to execute someone, so both fear and duty compel her not to distract him.

("it’s destination" Typo! Writer, you cad. It's "its"!)

"The eyes gazing back at me...are not cold. They are not blank. The Soldier is admiring me...like he’s found a piece of art he enjoys, eyes following the trail of his fingers." Arguably, The Soldier is more tightly controlled than the Widows, having been tortured for decades longer than Natalia and being a greater asset to his handlers than her (also, different handlers, but that's another topic). So for him to notice Natalia, especially when she herself believes she's a ballerina, means there's a flaw in his programming.

I imagined WS had been on his way to do whatever he was ordered to do, only to see this really cute girl nearby and his inner, lost Bucky Barnes was like "huh, that's interesting." It's possibly the first time he's felt an emotion like this in a while too, so he forgets himself (did he know himself to forget himself?) and reaches out to see if she's real.

"He hesitates. He sees me looking" This is kind of the "only two people in the room" trope, but less in a romantic way and more in a "we were not supposed to see each other, much less make direct eye contact" type way. In that handful of seconds, they break through their programming together. But they cannot dwell on it.

("curtain rising" oops, no, I've already established the ballet is in progress, why would the curtain rise again? my bad)

"I hear him slip into the wings and I do not look back, but I listen, focusing all my attention on listening" For their safety, they return to their roles, but Natalia now has food for thought. Even though she tries to move on, she can't forget what she's learned: that the Soldier is trapped in his role as much as she is in hers.

Another layer to this that wasn't clear here is that he shouldn't be there at all. His presence is disrupting her conditioning. His brush with reality alters hers as well. By random happenstance, or perhaps "user error" on the part of his handlers, his small break in character has had a ripple affect on young Natalia. She will eventually be the first to escape because of this random, unsupervised moment.

THANKS FOR SENDING THIS! It was really fun to go over this, mostly forgotten, fic of mine.

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