#bucky barnes fanfic
nora babe i’m gonna need that roommate!bucky blurb asap. your giving bud so many ideas and wheewwww i can’t wait but i keep going back to roommate!bucky
— about time ; bucky barnes
abstract: bucky finally offers to help you cum.
pairing: roommate!bucky x f!reader
word count: 1,051 words
warnings: roommate to lovers, unprotected sex, mild sexting, masturbation, use of toy, praise kink, lots of dirty talk, size kink, oral (f. receiving), soft dom bucky — 18+ ONLY • MINORS DNI
When you saw that your new roommate was going to be someone named James, you didn’t expect that to be a six foot five man with looks that could kill and a heart of gold.
And a metal arm.
No, you thought you’d get a guy who loved video games and computer science.
Not a man who worked out, shirtless, in the living room as you nursed your hangovers with coffee, orange juice, and greasy breakfast foods which he prepared for you.
You also didn’t expect to have so many goddamn wet dreams about him.
Waking up feeling rested and chipper only because of the orgasm that woke you up.
There were worse roommates.
And tonight was one of those nights. The nights where you couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning, restless and fucking horny.
Your vibrator would have to do.
You just hoped that Bucky was already asleep when the low buzzing started, slightly muffled by sheets and pillows as you closed your eyes and let your imagination drift.
Drift to him.
Wondering how he would fuck. How he would eat you out and the things he would say to you.
The faint vibrations then snapped you out of your near orgasm haze.
It was your phone, your screen lighting up as you grabbed it and nearly choked on your own saliva as you read the text.
The text from Bucky.
Use me instead, Sweets.
Was all it read.
This has to be some sick joke. A way of him messing with you. You were sure that he would poke fun at you in the morning.
Your phone buzzed again.
Don’t make me beg.
Oh God. Oh God oh God oh God.
Maybe you were asleep. You’d somehow figured out how to shift and you were just living in a simulation.
Don’t make me punish you either.
You audibly groaned at the last text. A shiver running down your spine and then there was a faint knock at your door.
“Come in,” your voice was hoarse, watching the door creak open and then Bucky stepped in.
Shirtless and wearing a pair of grey boxers.
That’s when you realized you were practically naked — only a large shirt covering you under the covers.
“I can’t have you usin’ that poor toy anymore, Sweets.” He smirks, shutting the door and leaning against it.
You gulp in anticipation, tossing the toy to the end of the bed and sitting up.
“Atta girl,” he chuckled. “Not gonna need that anymore.”
He took a cautious seat on the edge of your bed, cocking his head as he looked you up and down.
“S’that my shirt?” He asks, smirk tugging on the edge of his lips.
You shrug, “s’mine now.”
His eyebrows raise in amusement, licking and then tugging his bottom lip between his teeth.
“I think I want it back.” His voice was just above a whisper now, darkened eyes watching the gears turning in your head.
“Fine,” you whisper back before grabbing the fabric and tugging it up and over your head revealing the rest of you to Bucky.
He groaned, closing his eyes and dropping his head as he let out a “fuck.”
The tension was palpable and thick, your heart beating fast before your lips collided with his.
It was everything he needed before you were on your back and he was between your thighs.
“Tell me what you were thinkin’ ‘bout, Sweets,” he purrs, kissing each thigh before you feel him flatten his tongue against your core.
Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging at the roots as you moan pathetically, “you.”
He moans against your cunt, sending sweet vibrations through your body as you try to compose your thoughts.
“Was thinkin’ of you,” you’re almost panting. “Like this.”
You knew you were feeding his ego, but he was too good at eating you out that you didn’t care. You’d get on your knees for him.
Bucky’s lips wrapped around your clit, sucking and flicking the sensitive bud before he added his fingers to the mix.
Two thick, sleek and cold finger curled knuckle deep inside of you as he watched the way you shuddered.
“I know you’re close,” he breathes. “Don’t hold back for me, Sweets. Give in, give and make a mess for me.”
If Bucky talked you through every orgasm from here on out you could die happy.
He wasn’t done yet, wiping his mouth before standing tall and dropping his pants to reveal himself.
“Bucky!” You whisper yelled as he raised an eyebrow. “Are you—“ you stopped yourself out of embarrassment.
Then he smirked, “‘m gonna fit, darling. Don’t worry, I warmed you up. Gonna slide right in, get settled nice ‘n deep, okay?”
He way he whispered the words only caused a new wave of arousal to run through you before he was lining himself with your entrance.
“Hey,” his voice was soft. “Eyes on me, Sweets. Just look at me.” He smiled before pushing in a leaving you feeling full and satisfied.
He was right. He had warmed you up and while it was slightly foreign and mildly uncomfortable, he had filled you up soon after.
Bucky’s thrusts were slow and deep, savouring the way you felt around him.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he groans.
Two strong forearms have you caged and locked in, but it’s exactly where you wanted to be now and forever.
“To have you under me like this, takin’ me like the good little girl that you are.” His pelvis bumps your oversensitive clit.
“It’s gotten really fuckin’ hard hidin’ my boners ‘round you too. Not with the way you have to reach up and grab practically everythin’,” he chuckles while fucking you.
“I always think ‘bout you…late at night with my hand jerkin’ myself off.” You’re clawing at his back, trying to get him closer to you.
“And now?” He looks down at you, “I get to see my pretty girl cum over my cock before stuffin’ you full.”
He snaps his hips, harsher and harsher before you’re crying in ecstasy and Bucky’s hips stutter and still inside of you.
The silence that fills the room next is comfortable, Bucky’s warm arms around you as he kisses your shoulders and face.
“About damn time.”
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Summary: You're a journalist who gets trapped in the GRC building the night the Flag Smashers attack it. What lengths will Bucky go to to get you back?
Word Count: 1.9k
“Buck, we got a hit,” Sam told him over the phone. His usual childish humor was completely absent from his tone, instead replaced with a rare intensity.
“Where?” Bucky swiftly responded, picking himself up from your couch and running to the bedroom.
“Right in your backyard. The GRC is voting on the Patch Act tonight, the Flag Smashers are planning to pay them a little visit.”
Bucky froze right as he went to grab his suit from your closet.
“Shit. Sam, I’ll be there, but I gotta call you back,” he rushed, fumbling with the phone.
Bucky hit the red button on the screen aggressively with his metal thumb before clicking on your contact.
“Come on, come on, pick up,” he grumbled under his breath, his grip on the phone tightening. Any more pressure and it would crush between his fingers.
“This is [Y/N]. Sorry I missed your call-”
Bucky cursed, hanging up before calling again at least five times. He let out a frustrated sigh before deciding to leave a voicemail. He waited impatiently for the beep, his foot tapping against the wooden floor at an alarming pace.
“Hey, doll, it’s me. I know you said you were out working tonight and, knowing you, you went for the biggest story- the GRC. But look… Sam got intel that the Flag Smashers are going to be there tonight. I told you I wasn’t gonna get you involved in this shit, honey, and I plan to keep my promise. So please call me and tell me where you are so I can come and take care of you-”
The beep sounded and Bucky’s shaking voice was cut off. His heart started to race and the feeling was so debilitating that an airy feeling began to overcome his body. The world faded to blur around him as he tried to gain his barrings.
“Come on, soldier,” Bucky grumbled to himself, taking deep breaths and trying to get his panic to subside. Frightful images flashed through his mind- you getting shot, you getting tortured. So much blood. Anger bloomed in Bucky’s chest at the thought of someone hurting you. He gritted his teeth before snatching his suit from the closet and racing out the door.
“Maybe this wasn’t the best idea,” Jimmy said from next to you. He was still holding his camera, but his hands shook so much you thought he might drop it.
“Well, I didn’t exactly expect terrorists to show up out of fucking nowhere!” You scolded, trying to keep your voice as quiet as possible.
You were both cramped under one of the diplomat’s desks, trying to stay out of sight from the Flag Smashers that had just barged into the Meeting Hall. They circled around the room, guns in hand, ready to shoot the next person who steps out of line. When you first saw them you tried to make a run for it, but the doors were barricaded and the only way out was through the windows… a hundred stories above the ground.
“You should always expect terrorists to show up out of nowhere!” He freaked out.
You felt your phone keep buzzing in your pocket and you itched to grab it but with the way you were positioned in such a tight space, you couldn’t reach it.
“Jimmy,” you whispered to him.
“What?” He shot you a glare.
“I need you to grab my phone from my pocket. I can’t reach and you’re right next to it.”
“Are you serious?! If you call 911, they’ll hear you!”
“Then it’s a good thing I’m not calling 911.”
You stared each other down for a few seconds, daring the other to back off. After a few seconds, Jimmy huffed and rolled his eyes.
“Fine, hold on.”
He shifted a bit, trying to wiggle his arms through the confined space towards your jacket. After a few failed attempts in which your phone almost dropped to the marble floor, he finally secured it in his hand, passing it towards you.
“Thanks,” you whispered before clicking on the screen.
The brightness nearly blinded you and you were quick to turn it down before it drew anyone else’s attention.
12 Missed Calls From Jamie
1 New Voicemail
20 Messages From Jamie
“Shit,” you whispered to yourself, hurriedly unlocking your phone and tapping on his messages. They were all somewhat similar: Where are you? Call me back. Please tell me if you’re okay.
Your chest ached as you thought of how panicked he must be. Bucky had the biggest heart of anyone you’d ever met, and the idea of someone he loved being in trouble scared him more than anything- especially if that someone was you.
You: I’m okay
Jamie: Doll, where are you?
You: Top floor with all the diplomats. Flag smashers are here. Doors barricaded.
Jamie: I’m coming to get you, don’t do anything stupid
You: Hey! I don’t do stupid things
Jamie: Are you being sarcastic? I can’t tell over text
“Jesus Christ,” you let out, slapping your forehead with your palm.
“Okay here’s the plan-”
“No time,” Bucky interrupted as he barged through the front doors to the GRC building.
“What do you mean no time? Bucky, there are lives on the line-”
“I know that. Which is why I need to get up there now.”
Bucky’s breaths were ragged as he climbed the steps three stairs at a time.
“Bucky,” Sam started with a certain softness in his tone. “Who’s up there?”
“What do you mean? There’s plenty of people up there-”
“Who do you know who’s up there? I haven’t seen you like this in the field before- panicked, erratic.”
Bucky took a deep breath, pausing his movements on the stairs and clutching onto the railing.
“I… Her name’s [Y/N]. We’ve been seeing each other for the past few months.” He grimaced, uncomfortable with the sudden emotional weight of their conversation. “She’s a journalist and she’s up there and… I can’t let anything happen to her, Sam, I can’t…”
His voice trailed off as the images flashed through his mind again. The lump in his throat grew and threatened to force a sob from his throat.
“Okay, I understand,” Sam whispered. “But rushing into it with no plan isn’t going to help her. It might even do the opposite. So, here’s what we’re going to do...”
You noticed a few things about the Meeting Hall you were stuck in: the cries of panicked people as they tried to hide throughout the room, the red lighting that sent a shiver down your spine because of how ominous it was. What you didn’t notice was the figure in red, white, and blue barreling towards the window closest to you. The impact was loud and sent glass shattering to the ground. You jumped at the sudden noise and shielded your face from the shards of glass. You peeked out from under the desk, Jimmy right alongside you, and your jaw dropped.
“That’s Falcon!” Jimmy gasped in relief.
“I don’t think he’s Falcon anymore, Jim.”
“Sharon, Bucky, what’s going on on your end?” Sam spoke into his comms.
“Bucky,” You whispered before shooting up from under the desk.
“[Y/N]! What the hell are you doing?!” Jimmy called after you.
You ducked and dodged through the masses of people in your way, rushing towards where Sam stood heroically, shield in hand.
“Falcon- or, uh, Captain America, sir?” You stumbled, adjusting your outfit that had become immensely wrinkled since you put it on earlier.
He looked at you curiously before noticing the lanyard that lay on your chest.
[Y/N] [Y/L/N]- The Daily Bugle
“You’re [Y/N]?” He asked.
“Yes, yes, that’s me,” you told him while nodding quickly. “I heard you say Bucky’s name. Is he here?”
“Downstairs. I unlocked the doors, so start heading down, I’ll tell him to meet you. Be careful, we don’t know how many there are,” he warned.
His attention was quickly pulled away from you as a Flag Smasher came charging at him, knife in hand. Sam threw the shield so precisely it hit him right in the front of his calves, knocking the man off his feet and slamming his head into the ground.
“Go,” he repeated.
You quickly took off towards the stairs. Your legs moved so quickly, you were shocked that you didn’t fall at some point. They burned and begged you to stop but you refused. The only thing that was on your mind was Bucky.
Bucky. Bucky. Get to Bucky.
You were so caught up in finding him that you didn’t realize there was someone in front of you. You ran into them at full speed, smashing into their chest so hard it felt more like a wall.
“Ow,” you let out, closing your eyes and rubbing your forehead as you stumbled back. “Shit, sorry about that.”
All you got in response was a chuckle, which then led to them letting out the biggest, most beautiful laugh. One that you’d heard many times before.
Your eyes shot open as you took in the tall, broad, and dark-haired figure in front of you. Tears stained his eyes although you couldn’t tell if it was from his laughter or from his utter relief that you were safe. Maybe both. But you didn’t take the time to think about it before launching yourself in his arms.
The first time he ever held you, you came to the realization that you had never felt truly safe before, because this, him, was what true safety felt like.
His arms snaked around your waist holding you to him tightly. He pressed scattered kisses across any ounce of you he could touch- your hair, forehead, cheek, nose, eyes, lips.
When he kissed your lips, it was meant to be a quick peck before he moved onto a different area of your skin, but you moved your hands up, cupping his face gently and pulling him into you further. He melted into your embrace, his lips melding with your own. The fluttering of his eyelashes against your cheek was familiar, and for the first time in hours, your anxiety eased.
“I love you,” he mumbled against your lips. “Love you so much, babydoll.”
“Love you too, Buck,” you whispered back, smiling brightly.
“Maybe stick to smaller stories from now on, huh?” He joked.
“No promises,” you snorted, rolling your eyes and pressing your forehead against his.
For all you know you could have been standing there with him for hours. Time didn’t seem to pass when you were around him. The outside world would blur, but he was clearer than ever.
“Come on,” he told you. “Let’s go home.”
He removed his arms from your waist but you instinctively grabbed onto his metal one, interlacing his fingers with your own. His heart skipped a beat, as it always did when you went for that arm. He didn’t understand how you could love it, how you could love him. But at the end of the day, it didn’t matter, because you did.
“You okay?” You asked him softly, noticing his pensive expression.
“Yeah,” he responded, wearing a slight smile. “I think I’m finally okay.”
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And they could Never Tear us Apart - 1
Summary: Canon!AU Bucky doesn’t trust anyone but himself. But after you show up on his doorstep with a shoebox full of old HYDRA files, he finds himself in a very difficult situation: trust a spy or gamble with people’s lives.
Word Count: 1,947
Warnings: Language, Super Mild Violence
A/N: Here we go! This fic follows FATWS. I hope you enjoy this new fic, I will probably take a small tag list for this series but I plan to post every monday so you can follow @redgillan-shares and turn on notification. Happy reading!
Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist
Bucky paced the base with hasty steps, groaning under his breath while he waited for Sam to emerge from the locker room. He couldn’t stop thinking about Walker’s interview on Good Morning America.
“Even though I never met him, he feels like a brother.”
He’d gone on a walk then, tearing off posters of John Walker as the new Captain America before he remembered that Sam was at the military base near New York and decided to pester him about the shield instead.
“Does he know I’m here?” Bucky snapped, though the young lieutenant standing next to him didn’t flinch.
Torres kept his eyes trained on the sheet of paper he was reading, his unzipped backpack hanging off one shoulder. “He shouldn’t be long, sir.”
“Great,” Bucky mumbled to himself.
He took an immediate dislike to Torres. There was no logical reason for Bucky to be so cold to him but he couldn’t help it. Torres reminded him of the person he used to be; young, charming, friendly, easy-going... just your regular go-to guy.
Now he didn’t know who he was anymore.
Bucky was jerked out of his thoughts by the sound of a door banging open against a wall, followed by the sound of booted feet tramping across the open base. The sounds caught everyone’s attention, even Torres finally looked up from his paperwork.
They both frowned as they watched you flounce toward the only person in the room who wasn’t looking at you.
You looked absolutely dishevelled, as if you’d gotten dressed in a hurry; oversized black cargo pants, an askew tank top that revealed a white sports bra, and one boot. Still you carried yourself with confidence and authority despite the very obvious limp.
“What the hell is that?” you barked, shoving a crumpled piece of paper against the man’s chest. He had seen you but pretended not to. Instead he took his time to acknowledge your presence. You straightened your spine and lifted your head. You looked ready to explode.
“New orders,” he said. “Effective immediately.”
“He has no authority over me.”
“He’s Captain America. Now, suit up. They’re waiting for you.”
You looked down at the tactical Kevlar suit in your clenched fist and scoffed. “Tell Walker I’m not going to follow him around in a skin tight suit. I’m out.” You threw the suit in his face and stormed back to the locker room, still limping.
“I’m not his secretary, tell him yourself,” the man shouted to your retreating back
“I don’t care.”
The door closed behind you with a bang that echoed through the base. The room was silent for a moment before everyone went back to work. Torres let out a sound halfway between a whistle and a sigh and Bucky glared at him.
“’Don’t think I’d like to be on the receiving end of that,” Torres said with a friendly smile. “I’m thinking either water or fire sign, uh?” The deadpan look on Bucky’s face was enough to make Torres uncomfortable. “Yeah, never mind. I’ll go get Sam.”
“Yeah, you do that.”
Bucky muttered a quiet thank you in German before hanging up and pocketing his phone. After Baltimore, he knew that tracking down the people responsible for the new super soldier serum would require Zemo’s help.
Now that the correctional facility had agreed to let them talk to Zemo, he needed a plan to break him out of prison. Planning wasn’t his forte. He had vague memories of HYDRA higher-ups giving him orders and telling him about escape routes.
He had less than twenty four hours to come up with a plan that wouldn’t blow up in his face. On top of that, his actions would definitely put a strain on his relationship with Wakanda.
It was a necessary evil, a means to an end. Zemo wasn’t just obsessed with HYDRA, he also had connections with very shady people.
Bucky started climbing the steps to his apartment when something caught his eye. You were sitting on the floor with your knees pulled up to your chest, your arms wrapped around a shoe box. Reflexively, he looked around but there weren’t a lot of people in the street at –he glanced at his watch- 3:47 in the morning.
“Shit,” he mumbled to himself.
You looked up when you heard footsteps coming up the stairs, a bright streetlight illuminating your features. You looked guarded and apprehensive as he stepped out of the shadows. Bucky frowned under your scrutiny.
He paused on the landing, keys in hand, ready to use them as a weapon if needed. He stared at you; your eyes were swollen and bloodshot, dried tear tracks streaking your cheeks.
You wiped your nose with your sleeve and looked away.
“I’ve seen you before,” he said. “At the base. You were yelling at someone. You only had one shoe on.”
“Sounds like me.”
You sniffed and got to your feet as he approached. He jutted his chin toward the box cradled against your chest, wordlessly asking for elaboration. You swallowed hard and opened the lid, showing him the logo on the manila folder.
A fucking red skull with six fucking tentacles.
Bucky gave you an exasperated look and sighed, moving past you to open his front door. You followed after him and closed the door behind you. He removed his jacket and tossed it haphazardly over an armchair.
“What’s your name?”
He threw you another exasperated look as he grabbed a bottle of beer out of the fridge. He uncapped the bottle using his vibranium hand and took a swig. A little harmless show of strength. He watched you fight the urge to roll your eyes.
“Well, Classified, you can speak freely here,” he said, leaning against the fridge. “Though I’m sure you already know that.”
“I know you destroyed the listening devices,” you confirmed. “Those were expensive by the way.”
“I’ll write you a check.”
You snorted, though you tried to hide it.
He eyed you up and down, trying to figure you out. You didn’t look threatening, but maybe that was the point. Not a lot of men came home at the crack of dawn to find a pretty girl on their doorstep. The tears were a nice touch, added sympathy and vulnerability.
He wondered how many knives you were hiding under your jacket.
You took a cautious step in his direction, your eyes never leaving his, and set the shoe box down on the kitchen counter. He watched you take a step back, your expression neutral and your body language unthreatening.
Without taking his eyes off you, he sent the lid crashing to the floor and reached inside the box. He pulled out three hefty Manila folders, slapping them on the counter.
“There’s more,” you said quietly, wrapping your arms around yourself.
He glared at you, then pulled the box closer. Inside there were three VHS tapes, no labels, no protection cases. He took one an examined it.
“What is it?” When you didn’t answer, he raised his eyes to you. “What’s on ‘em?”
You tightened your arms around yourself and took a hasty step back, almost tripping over your own feet. You made a sound, something between a sob and gasp, and collapsed into the armchair.
It took you a few minutes to pull yourself together; you were so tired, so emotionally drained. You rubbed your hands over your eyes and massaged your temple distractedly. The throbbing pain behind your eyes was unbearable. You wanted to sink into the armchair and fall asleep.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t an option.
“Those are videos of HYDRA turning you into the Winter Soldier,” you finally said, your voice so quiet he almost didn’t hear you. You glanced sideways at him, unable to meet his eye but still trying to gauge his reaction.
“Where did you find ‘em?”
“I can’t tell you.”
The silence that followed only lasted a second before Bucky stomped over to where you were sitting and grasped your arm painfully, forcing you to your feet.
You recoiled and tried to pry your arm free but he tightened his grip and shoved you against the wall. He invaded your personal space, his nose almost touching yours. You hit your head on the wall trying to put some distance between you.
“Don’t play games with me, Classified,” he snarled, his nostrils flaring.
“I’m not,” you replied assuredly, locking eyes with him. His gaze was intense and probing, you tried not to show your discomfort.
“No?” he asked condescendingly. “Then answer me this. What’s a special agent doing at my apartment in the middle of the night with her little box of horrors?”
“I thought you deserved to destroy these tapes yourself.”
Your words left him speechless. He loosened his grip on your arm but did not let go. You pushed him away and put some distance between you. It was easier to think now that you could no longer feel his breath on your skin.
You stood in the middle of his living room, your arms wrapped protectively around yourself.
God, you wanted to cry. Not because he had hurt you; you were an agent, a sore arm was nothing, but because watching these videos had made you physically sick.
You had watched hours’ worth of footage of him being tortured, manipulated, brainwashed into an emotionless killing machine. It would remain forever etched in your memory.
You refused to cry in front of Bucky Barnes, though. It was embarrassing enough that he could tell you had been crying.
“What I saw-” You cleared your throat to get rid of the lump that had formed. “What I saw was so barbaric, so cruel,” you trailed off, aggressively wiping your nose with the back of your hand. You turned to him, your eyes shining with unshed tears, and pointed to your ear. “I can still hear your screams in my head... like... like a distorted noise playing on a loop.”
Bucky looked down at the floor, his expression guarded, slightly hostile, though when he finally met your gaze, his eyes were softer this time.
“If it were me on those tapes, I would like to destroy them myself,” you spoke in a gentle but firm tone. “That’s why I came here. I understand why you’re angry, I would be too. I wasn’t thinking clearly, I’m sorry. We don’t know each other and you... you have a lot on your plate.”
He sagged back against the wall, physically and emotionally exhausted. He processed your words in silence, his eyes assessing your expression, gauging you. He exhaled loudly and ran a hand through his hair.
“No harm done, Classified.”
You snorted. “Yeah, I don’t like that nickname.”
You exchanged tight-lipped smiles and a curt nod before you took a step toward the front door. Bucky saw you pause. You looked over your shoulder, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. He could see the conflict raging behind your eyes.
You crossed the room, stopped directly in front of him, and reached up to touch his cheek. He held your gaze, his eyes dark, intense. He was suddenly taken aback by your features; your eyes were so expressive, your lips so oddly tempting. Your eyes were sad and afraid, like they held a terrible secret.
Those videos had messed you up real good. It was written all over your face. You had heard and seen him being torn apart and put back together like a jigsaw puzzle; forcing together pieces that don’t fit because they have to go somewhere.
You ran the pad of your thumb over his bristled cheek. “You’re alive.”
You were gone before he could blink.
Part 2 (sept 27th)
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 1,750
Warning(s): Excessive of use of fuck in all its forms bc idk I think it’s my signature by now, Implied Smut, Profanity / Language
A/N: For that one anon, you know you are (bc I don’t lmfao). My other works if you like this one: Masterlist, Jealous sex with Bucky, Beefy!Bucky gets a little jealous
+ I know I’ve been leading ya’ll on in a few of my last posts but oh well you guys need a smut detox anyway!! + Do these count as drabbles guys?? Lemme know
Summary: Bucky lets his insecurities get to him when he sees one of Tony’s friends flirting with you, all he needs is a little reminder.
+ My gifs never really correspond with the fic content I just like to look at Sebastian Stan
Bucky is working on himself.
He’s a lot better than before, not such a short fuse, harder to anger, more understanding. But still, when it comes to you it takes very little to rile him up, and right now, he’s fucking riled up.
He didn’t even want to be here, that’s first. But he is, dressed dapper and all because you had convinced him his attendance was important, that the other team members were counting on him, that this was a team effort, and that you’d accompany him as a plus one of course.
He’s about two seconds from telling them they can go to hell. Them and all their participation points and teamwork bullshit. He’s Tony’s friend, which already puts him on Bucky’s bad side, but for the last half - hour he’s had to watch him flirt with you nonstop. Flashing his stupid, rich, playboy smile like it’s a black card, keeping you at the bar when you should be with Bucky.
“- isn’t that right, buddy?” Steve asks, clapping Bucky on the back. The attention at the small rounded table turns to Bucky briefly, spectators of Steve, who’d been listening to his lively stories and jokes.
“Yeah, it was wild. I thought we’d never get out of there.” Bucky offers, hoping it’ll satiate the table’s desire to see him socialize. It does, or they want to get back to ogling Steve so they laugh and turn their attention back to the wild adventures of Captain America. Bucky takes a sip from his drink.
Bucky watches from across the spacious ballroom floor, as your suitor leans back into his barstool draping his arm across the back of yours, flashing that fucking smile at you again. He’s confident and flirtatious, it’s in the way he signals the bartender over, the way he looks at you when you look away, the smug look that crosses his face when you laugh.
Bucky wants to think that you’re just being polite. He knows that you probably are, because that’s you. At these events, you’re the better half of him, filling in for his introversion by putting yourself out there on his behalf so that at the end of the night the talk is less ‘that Bucky character is so odd’ and more ‘Y/N, his girlfriend is such a sweetheart’.
He doesn’t want to, wishes he could write it off as soon as the thought even comes to mind but you look like you’re having fun. What if you’re enjoying the attention? What if you’re starting to see the appeal of a smooth millionaire compared to your worse for wear boyfriend? He’s nowhere near perfect, and sometimes it’s hard to convince himself that he’s worth it - worth anything. If he lets shit like this get to him, pretty boys in way more expensive suits, he’d start questioning every guy that looks at you for more than two seconds, and you don’t deserve that.
It’s nothing like you, he can’t even imagine it, but it’s burgeoning on the back of his mind. Every second that passes makes him angrier, sadder, more confused, and then he sees him lean in, The room stops as he watches him lean over, and whisper in your ear, with a smirk.
It makes him sick to his stomach, makes his skin crawl, and makes him feel a bit murderous. He stays there for what seems like forever to Bucky, but in reality is nothing more than 5 seconds and when he finally backs away, out of your space where he should’ve always been, you’re… smiling?
Snickering, bringing your hand to your mouth to hide your smile. It makes him explode and he makes the glass in his hand explode. Squeezing too hard, completely out of his mind in anger, he crushes the glass in his flesh hand making what little drink left spill and the shards of the glass that didn’t fall embed themselves in his palm.
The commotion makes heads turn, all attention on Bucky. He’s used to staring but it’s your stare, wide and concerned from across the room that makes him feel under a microscope.
“I’m fine, mind your damn business, all of you.” Bucky murmurs before briskly rushing out of the room.
Right after Bucky disappears you question Steve about what happened, and turn up right outside of his car, where Bucky’s been stewing miserably, with a first aid kit to treat any cuts.
You knock on the passengers’ side window, making Bucky sit up from his reclined position to roll down the window. “What’s up?” he offers, parading as nonchalant, with his heart beating wildly in his chest.
“What’s up?” You mock. Let me in!”
“I’m fine, it was just a little accident, you don’t have to worry about me. I know you’re busy.”
You squint in the dark to see Bucky’s hands, crimson red dripping all down his fingers. ‘FINE? Bucky, you’re bleeding! Open the freaking door.”
He sighs lowly, before unlocking the door and reaching over to close the door. Before your butt can even fully hit the seat, you’re taking his hand over the console as softly as you can.
“Jesus baby, look at you.” He watches you as you examine the damage. Your brows furrowed in concentration, turning his hand oh so gently.
“There are only a few pieces, I can get them if you let me. Just let me, okay?” You ask, without waiting for an answer. The next few minutes are quiet, you working diligently picking out the shards of glass, disinfecting, and wrapping his hand while Bucky watches in awe trying to work through and simultaneously ignore the flurry of thoughts in his head.
Finishing wrapping, you bring his hand to your lips and kiss him there softly. “You scared me.”
“Hm, didn’t think you’d have time to be worried about me.” He lets the snarky comment slip and shuts his eyes tightly when he realizes what he’s done.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothin’, that was stupid.”
“No, what’s that supposed to mean James?” You push.
He winced slightly at the formal name - calling. “Your little boyfriend back there, isn’t he gonna be missing you?”
You let go of his hand and turn to him in your seat. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” He hates that he’s acting this way, but he can’t get himself to stop because now he’s thinking about all the things golden boy has that he doesn’t and it makes his chest start to ache.
“Is that why you broke that glass? Is that what that thing was before when you wouldn’t open the door?”
Bucky pretends he doesn’t hear you, starts to fiddle around to look occupied. The air freshener hanging from the mirror, readjusting himself in the chair, ghosting his fingers over the stick shift.
‘I’m talking to you. Is tha-”
“It doesn’t matter. I don’t wanna talk about this shit.”
“Apparently you do. You bring up Jackson as if we-”
“Jackson.” Bucky laughs crudely. “Of course...” Even his name was perfect.
“What is your problem?” You question wildly confused at your boyfriends behavior. He was fine the last time you spoke, and not much had happened since you separated.
“My problem? It’s-” Bucky stops when he realizes he’s searching for words that he can’t say. It’s you, and Jackson but it’s mostly him. But he can’t map where it’s actually you and Jackson and where it’s him, and his insecurities turning in on themselves. “It’s nothing, I’m just in a mood.” He dismisses.
You take a deep breath. “Can you talk to me, please?” You take his dressed hand over the console again, stroking lightly as to calm him. “This isn’t just a mood.” You add, knowingly.
As the softness of your voice settles and he feels the tingly feeling of you caressing his fingers, he calms down and when he looks over at you patiently waiting for him to speak he realizes how much of a dick he is.
You couldn’t cheat on him if you wanted to, your soul was too pure, and for some reason you were in love with his dumbass.
“That Jackson guy, he’s been flirting with you all night.”
“Flirting? He was not flirting with me, I promise you that.”
“He was. I watched him. Flashing that goddamn smile at you and - and you, giggling at all his stupid little rich jokes.”
You snort, “Rich jokes? Jackson?”
“Why do you keep saying his name like that?” Bucky snatches his hand away from you.
“Like what? How am I saying it?”
“Nothing, said I didn’t want to about this.”
“Jackson is married, Buck. He’s not rich and he wasn’t flirting with me.”
“He’s Tony’s friend. That says enough.”
“He’s one of Tony’s interns. We met a while ago at a concert and kind of had the night of our lives and it was funny crossing paths again. He and his husband just got back from their honeymoon.”
You stifle your smirk, “Yes baby, his husband. High school sweethearts so they decided to tie the knot since Jackson has pretty much a secured job when he’s finished with the internship.”
His husband. Bucky flexes his hand hoping he’ll feel a sting of pain to distract himself. He had a fucking husband and you guys are just old friends, just as Bucky suspected. Just like he should’ve known.
“Do you want to talk for real now?” You ask, putting your hand under your chin, with your elbow on the console.
“No it’s stupid now. I just - it’s dumb forget it.”
“It’s not stupid. Nothing you feel is ever stupid.”
“I don’t like seeing him and you together. The way he touched you, the way he talked to you, fucking looked at you. I don’t like it. I’ll never like it, when it’s not me.”
You pull a Bucky forward by the lapel on his suit jacket. “Am I yours?”
Bucky’s eyes search yours, his eyes flittering down to your lips, the ones he fantasizes about, says things that drive him off the edge he constantly stands at with you. “I’m talking to you, am I?”
“You know you are.” His hand wraps around your back.
“Do you know it?” You whisper against his ear, the tickle of your breath making his jeans tighten.
“Just needed a reminder, doll.”
“Maybe I need one too.”
His large hand is pressing harder into your back. “Don’t tempt me.”
“Don’t make me beg.”
“… Get your ass in that backseat.”
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the bodyguard | part 3
pairings: bodyguard!bucky barnes x chief of staff!female reader
summary: part 3 | the date | you’re still trying to adjust to your life with a bodyguard along with going on a dinner date with your ex, your life really couldn’t be any more confusing.
warnings: angsty, fluffy, reader x james starting to get a bit more...friendly, mentions of ex, dinner with ex, John Walker is the ex, ex is a bit of a douchebag, slow-build up with your bodyguard
As usual, you close your eyes for sleep, and boom, just like that it’s already the next morning.
You wake up and make your first coffee. You get dressed and scroll through the news. This is your usual morning.
Every morning. 6 days a week.
But you loved it. Every morning you practically jumped out of bed. This was your dream job.
You were so enthralled with the news and your upcoming schedule for the day you almost forgot you had a bodyguard standing outside.
Ugh. You silently groan to yourself.
As you get ready you take a little longer with your hair and makeup than usual. You try to tell yourself it’s because of the dinner with your ex tonight but you know both your hair and makeup will be ruined by then.
You are making yourself look nice for... James.
“Stop.” You whisper to yourself in the mirror.
You cannot seriously think this guy is hot. Or that anything will happen. You don’t even KNOW the guy. Jesus. You roll your eyes at yourself in the mirror and proceed out the door. You are shocked when you open it.
“Good morning,” James says with a smile. He hands you your coffee.
“Uh… Hi.” You say as you take it.
You stare at the coffee and then back at him. You take a sip and it’s perfect. It’s your order. Exactly. You stand back and stare at him half amazed and half amused.
“Is it right?” He asks.
“Yeah. Thank you.” You smile.
He smiles and nods his head. You two begin walking down the hallway and you catch yourself smiling.
Oh, this is not good.
Work is busy as usual and before you know it, it’s the end of the day. Your last meeting runs over and you realize you are late for dinner. You swing the door open and James smiles once he sees you, this, in turn, makes you smile.
“Ready?” He asks.
“Unfortunately. Let’s hope this is quick.”
This makes James chuckle.
Once you get to the restaurant. You are practically running through the door with James quickly behind you.
Once inside the restaurant, you see Walker seated by the windows. You walk over and turn to see James is a seated few tables behind you.
“Does he follow you everywhere?” Walker asks as he stands to greet you with a kiss on the cheek.
“Well, that’s the point of a bodyguard hm?” You say with an eyebrow raise as you sit and pick up the menu.
You both order food and drinks. You seem to be enjoying yourself until your ex brings the conversation back to James.
“They couldn’t have sent you an uglier one?” He asks and you can’t help but laugh.
“Jealous, Johnny?” You smirk.
“No. I hope to god your standards are higher than a bodyguard.” He retorts.
This comment annoys you so you decide to fight back.
“Well. I dated you for 4 years.”
He looks up at you and narrows his gaze.
“Move in with me. You will be safe there.”
You snort as you place your drink down and give a dramatic eye roll.
“Walker --“ you begin and he cuts you off.
“I’m serious, move back in. You will be safer there than in your apartment.”
“I like my apartment. It comes with a bodyguard.” You smirk.
Walker is unamused.
“Baby — can we please. Can you please just come back. I fucked up and I’m sorry. It’s been two years and neither of us has moved on. I want to be with you. I want to marry you and have kids with you and-“
“Walker, I swear to god if you are now going to add a house and a dog to your list of demands.” You stop him.
“Y/N, please. We’ve practically been together for 6 years. I love you.” He sighs and attempts to grab your hand.
You pull away. You were so over this conversation between the two of you.
He’s been trying to have it for the past year and will not accept you are not ready. You did not want kids or a family yet. You were in the prime of your career. You do not have time to play loving wife and caring mom.
You’re also not even together anymore, which seems to be something he keeps forgetting. You down your drink and signal for the check.
“Walker, I’m done with this conversation. We are not together anymore. We haven’t been together in years. It’s not going to happen.” You say and he sits back annoyed.
“Well if I do recall correctly a few nights ago…”
You narrow your gaze at him, and he knows to shut up.
Yes, you technically have been broken up for two years but he was right. Neither of you had moved on and well, you enjoyed sleeping with him. Work can be stressful and he’s the only guy you’ve ever been with.
So what you spend a few nights with him every now and then...
Once they deliver the check you slap enough cash down to pay for both of your meals.
“I’m going to keep trying until you agree to have this conversation with me. Like an adult.” He says as you both stand up.
“Well keep trying, Walker. I have other things to worry about.” You pat him on his shoulder.
“I love you.” He pleads as he grabs your arm before you take off.
You turn and look him in the eyes. You want to give into him. It would be so easy. You almost lean in and kiss him but you pull yourself away.
You quickly make your way outside and James is quick to follow you. You feel tears in your eyes and are annoyed. You want to move on, but you just can’t. Walker knows you better than anyone and you fear no one can get to know you and love you the way your life is now. You're too much for anyone to ever love, you think to yourself.
Which are words Walker often said to you whenever you two would fight.
James notices you wipe a tear away but doesn’t say anything as he opens the door for you.
“Can I sit up front? Like a normal person. I hate the feeling of you driving me around like you’re my chauffeur.” You mumble.
Too much of your surprise he doesn’t object. He closes the door and walks you around to the passenger side. He opens the door for you once more.
“Thanks.” You mumble and climb inside.
You two drive back to your apartment and the three or four drinks from dinner have gone to your head. You lean your head back and look at James.
“Are you married?” You ask and he doesn’t answer for a few seconds.
“No. Divorced.” He eventually says.
“Of course. What did you do? Cheat?”
“No ma — no. She didn’t have much patience for me and my job.” He responds.
You can tell by his facial expressions it’s more than that but you don’t push.
“I’m sorry — I didn’t mean to —“ you begin and he shrugs his shoulders.
“It’s fine.” He responds.
“It’s just my ex…he fucked me over. So I have a bias against men lately.” You admit and James chuckles.
You sit there in silence a little longer until James finally speaks.
“So why did you two break up?” He asks.
You stare at him again. You’re amazed he asked such a question. When you first met him you thought he would be quiet. But last night and tonight he seems interested in you. This was quite the bold move.
“It’s... it’s a long story.” You sigh.
“We have time.” He says glancing at you pulling one hand from the wheel and laying it between you both on the console.
His response and action make you smirk. You ramble your thoughts of where you want to begin.
You eventually give him the sweet and short synopsis of your relationship with your ex.
You two met in law school. You had similar interests in working for the government so you moved to DC together after graduation. That's when you met the then Governor of Massachusetts. He asked you and Walker to both come and work for him but Walker denied. Once he ran for president though, Walker of course joined the campaign team. The President and Walker were very close. You all were very close.
“And well... the night of the election, Walker asked me to marry him.”
James stops the car as you two have reached your apartment building. He turns to look at you while you finish your story, his hand remaining on the center console, you glance down and notice his arm just a few inches from yours.
“And?” He says.
“And well... moments before the President had asked me to be his chief of staff over Walker. So, when I told him the news that kinda caused some issues between us…he — he threw the ring box across the room and stormed out. He then broke up with me over text while he flew home that night.” You sigh as you glance down at the floorboard.
There was a pause of silence between the two of you. You were getting ready to get out of the car when James finally spoke.
“So, let me get this straight…he was jealous that you were smarter than him and the more competent one for the job and broke up with you?”
His tone takes you back. You’re shocked by his response.
“It was more than that...” you trail off.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep.” He says as he unbuckles his seatbelt.
“It’s alright.” You respond.
You throw your head back and remember your ex, the same ex who stormed out on you the night of the election, wanting you to move back in with him and start a family.
James looks at you confused.
“Is everything okay?” He asks and you continue to laugh.
“I left so abruptly because he has been trying to get me to move back in with him. To start a family. Kids.” You laugh.
James continues to stare at you, he’s not sure how many drinks you had but he knows this isn’t your usual put-together self.
“Fucking kids. God. No. I mean who would want-“ your eyes widen and you look over.
“Oh god you have kids, don’t you.”
He chuckles and nods his head.
“Yeah. Two.” For some reason, you smile at his admission.
“Two? You have two kids?” You say shocked.
“Yes. Rebecca and Steve,” He smiles. It’s a very genuine-proud-dad type of smile.
You love it.
“I don’t have anything against kids. I like kids. I just — not right now. Not yet. I’m too young.” You explain and he nods his head to assure you he’s not offended by your remark.
“Sorry, I’m so talkative.” You blurt out as James attempts to ask you a question. He chuckles to himself and asks once more.
“How old are you, if I may?” James asks as he turns to open his door. You look at him and smirk.
“Shouldn’t you know that information, James?” You ask. You realize you called him by his first name versus his last.
It felt so natural, you enjoyed the feeling of his name leaving your lips. You noticed it took him by surprise as well, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“Yeah. I do. I just wanted you to say it.” He smirks and gets out.
As you two walk up to your apartment you continue pestering James.
“So I’m young right? Impressive right? For me to be chief of staff and a woman and so young?” The drinks are really making you seem like an idiot, but you don’t care.
You want him to admit how impressive you are. You want him to be impressed by you.
You stumble up the steps and James grabs ahold of you and steadies you.
“Woah, Woah hold on, I’ve got you.” He wraps his hand around your waist to steady you and your breath hitches in your throat. This is enough to somewhat bring you out of your intoxicated state.
“Are you alright?” He asks, it’s a whisper, as he holds you close to him, closer than you’ve ever been.
“Mhm.” You quickly respond before you pull from his embrace and race up the steps.
You unlock the door and let him sweep through the place. You’re leaning against the wall trying to erase all thoughts of his touch from your mind until he comes back out.
“All good.” He says into his earpiece. He pulls away and looks at you. He gives you a sympathy pout as he can tell you’re unwell.
He reaches his hand out and motions for you to grab it, you do, of course. He then reaches behind you and places his other hand on the small of your back as he leads you inside and sits you down on the couch.
“Do you want some water?” He asks.
“No. No. I’m fine. Sit down.” You respond as you kick off your shoes.
“I can’t, I’m on the clock.”
This response forces you to roll your eyes.
“Boo.” You say and he laughs.
He turns to leave and you stop him.
“You still need to answer my question.”
He stops and turns around.
“Why does it matter what I think?”
This answer intrigued you. You stand up and walk toward James.
“Why wouldn’t it matter what you think?” You respond.
He smiles as you stumble a little bit on your words.
“Yes, Y/N. I think it’s impressive you’re 30 years old and the chief of staff to the President of the United States.”
The sound of your name so nonchalantly coming out of his mouth made your heart skip. It sounded so much better with his subtle Brooklyn accent.
“Do you have a picture of your kids?”
He nods and immediately pulls out his phone. His background is him and his two kids.
“Wow, they are so beautiful.” You admit.
As you continue to look at the picture, you realize you’re staring at James more than the kids. He seems so carefree and happy.
That smile. You’d like to see that smile you think to yourself.
You glance back up at him and he is watching you intently.
“Thank you.” He says as he puts his phone back in his pocket.
You both stand there for a few seconds and you eventually pull away.
“Well... um. See you in the morning.” You say and he nods his head.
You walk him to the door and as he turns to walk down the hallway you blurt out,
He turns back around and slyly smiles,
a/n: oooOOOOO!! things heating UP!! hope you enjoyed <3
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Kill ‘Em With Kindness - Masterlist
Summary: You’re a vigilante with a dark past, who is recruited for a mission against the powers holding your sister hostage, and fall in love with the only person who escaped those powers alive.
Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x (F) Reader
This series is completed.
Warnings: This series deals with difficult subject matter such as canon violence, the HYDRA umbrella of abuse, strong language, descriptions of blood/mild gore, and sexual situations. This is purely fanfiction.
Author’s Note: Upon request, I am creating this easy navigating masterlist for those who want to read or reread my first completed fanfiction series EVER. I wrote this while barely starting college and that was five years ago — when I first decided I wanted to try my hand at writing. It’s messy and weird and a little jumbled, but it’s my own. And although I recognize that I have greatly improved in my writing skills, this series will always have a special place in my heart. Enjoy.
Trope: Fast-Paced Romance / Vigilante Justice
* indicates smut
Chapter Nine *
Chapter Eleven *
Chapter Eighteen *
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Congrats on 2k! Can I get 26 Broken, as you clutch the sleeve of my jacket and beg me not to leave with my sad broody boy 🔪 Bucky Barnes please and thank you, you beautiful human 🥰
A/N: Shannon! Hi! I'm sorry this took ages, but thank you so much for requesting 💖 This turned out a little longer lol I hope you like it!
26. A broken I love you, as you clutch the sleeve of my jacket and beg me not to leave
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
"I can't keep putting you in danger." Bucky can't even look at you as he speaks.
It feels surreal. Watching Bucky picking up the few items he had at your apartment and tossing them in his backpack feels surreal. You can't do much but look at him, leaning against the wall next to the entrance door biting your lip to stop it from quivering. It was not even because of a fight, there was not even a disagreement, it was a matter of safety. Your safety.
Bucky's mind was set to it, to leaving your place and staying away from you for a while, just until his current mission calms down. Whoever was behind it had mentioned your name to him once, and the thought of you being in danger because of who he is terrified him.
"I know," It's the only thing you can say, your voice breaking at your throat. And you do, you know that he is only doing this to protect you, but the way your heart is breaking while he does it makes you wonder if its worth it.
He approaches you after a while, his eyes looking around, looking at everywhere but you. "I think I got everything, but if you find something else just-"
"Buck." You stop him, closing your eyes to stop the tears from coming out. "Please don't." As your eyes open again you see his dropping to the floor, his jaw clenched hard as he avoids your gaze.
"I have to." His voice is hoarse and quiet, and even though he speaks so surely about having to do it you can see the doubt and the sadness behind his eyes.
"No, you don't!" You sob, your hand reaching up to cup his face. "We can figure this out together. I know it is dangerous, but Bucky, please..."
He looks up at you, his heart breaking apart at the sight of your tears streaming down your face. "I can't risk someting happening to you." His flesh finger removes the tears away, and as much as he avoids them your puffy eyes meet his. They are begging him to stay, looking at him and knowing that that's what he truly wants.
"Then stay here." You hand flies up to grab his wrist, clenching around his leather sleeve. Every fiber of your body is asking him to stay: your voice, your tears, the strong grasp you have on his jacket. "You can't leave, Bucky! I can't let you do that!" Your hand is desperately tugging his sleeve, the clutch you have on him not letting him move any further towards the door. "I love you. Please, Buck, please don't leave."
"Doll..." He begins, aware of how weak he sounds even when speaking above your broken sobs. The rest of the words don't come out, instead he just pulls you into his chest, letting his shirt soak all your tears.
"Stay," You try once more, your head tilting up to look at him as your hands now grasp the front opening of his jacket as his craddle the back of your head. "Please Bucky, stay." In your embrace, you can feel the metal plates shifting as he holds you tighter.
Bucky leans down to kiss your forehead, closing his eyes when his lips touch your skin and lingering there for an extra few seconds. "I love you too, doll, and that's why I have to do it."
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Looking for comfort.
summary: you had a weird dream and just want buckys warmth.
pairing: bucky barnes x reader.
warnings: just fluff.
word count: 390
a/n: this just came to me when i had a weird uncomfy dream last night. hope this is brings you comfort if ever needed. i’m back to writing after years, so bear with me ok?! thank you. ♡
more of my writing if interested.
isn't the dreams you were conscious but not in control of anything, the worst kind? the weird feeling of being trapped inside of your own imagination and no where to run.
the desperation of trying to wake up was getting into me, how do i wake myself up?
and suddenly, not even moving my body, i open my eyes, with a gasp leaving my mouth, i try to breath and get away from the weird feeling of not belonging in this existence.
i'm laying on my back, i turn my head to the side but keeping light movements, to not wake the man sleeping beside me, even though i find that hard to do.
bucky is a heavy sleeper, he might never admit that, but i, better than anyone, know that it is in fact the true.
not that it's something bad, i kinda like that, at least knowing that when he's not having nightmares, he gets a good night of sleep.
moving slowly, i turn on my side, where i'm facing his back and hug him. my face is close to his neck, i close my eyes as i can smell his hair, and his skin, trying to calm myself and fall back to a normal sleep i hope.
"honey, you awake?" i hear him whisper, and open my eyes.
"yes, did i wake you up? i'm sorry"
"it's ok... had a nightmare?"
"no, just a dream that made me feel kinda weird. why?"
"your heart is beating really fast. you sure it wasn't a nightmare?" he turns to face me.
"yeah, don't worry" i say trying to give him a small smile.
"ok then" he gives a small smile back but still looks worried in his eyes before he closes them again. i can tell.
"can you hold me?" i say, almost whispering with how low my voice was.
he open his eyes again, "of course baby, anything for you" he says, as he gives me a small kiss on my forehead and put his arms around me protectively. protecting... which i don't even know from who... my mind i guess. he, better than anyone, knows what needing grounding from your own mind feels like.
and just like that, i feel the sleep going back to my body, but this time, with calmness in my heart.
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Some dangerous men get a hold of your address and Bucky comes to save your ass. What happens the next day?
Warnings: Cussing (obviously), implied smut, outright smut, fluff, god save the queen (also this is my first time writing any smut so just know that lol)
18+ Only, Minors DNI
Bucky woke up and turned so he could see you asleep on the pillow beside him. You took his breath away. It was raining outside, and the gentle light coming in from the windows lit your delicate features, making you look so innocent and sweet. You were snoring faintly and it made him smile. Even your imperfections were perfect. He would be damned if he let anyone hurt you. He kissed your forehead as lightly as he could and then snuck out of bed to get ready for the day. His legs were stiff and sore as he walked slowly to the bathroom. He turned the shower on and turned slightly, catching a glimpse of his back in the mirror.
“Holy shit,” he whispered. There were red lines criss-crossing all over his back, a couple places had scabs where you had drawn blood. He turned and checked his chest only to find it littered with hickeys and some faint lipstick stains. Memories of screams, grasping hands, and desperate moans flashed through his mind and a slow smile graced his face. Last night had been…beautiful. He stepped under the warm water and hissed, the scratches stinging a little when they got wet. But his back, hips, and leg muscles needed the heat to help relax. After washing off and jacking off, he stepped out and dried off. When he came out of his bathroom, you weren’t in the bed anymore and his breath caught. His first thought was of the Dover Boys and how the hell they could have gotten in here to take you without him hearing anything. The rattle of pans in the kitchen grounded him and he sighed in relief. You were still here.
He slipped on a pair of boxers and gym shorts and then stepped out to find you. He followed the sounds of light music and singing to the kitchen where you were making eggs and toast for the two of them. His mouth fell slightly open when he rounded the corner. You were standing there, wearing nothing but a pair of his boxers and an apron. He was quite certain that you were going to be the death of him, and no death could be sweeter.
One of your recent favorite songs was playing, and Bucky loved it too.
“Sylvia?” he called, joining in with Mickey as he walked to stand beside you at the stove.
Your head popped up and you gave him a large, joyful smile. “Yes, Mickey?” you sang.
He picked up a wooden spoon and used it as a microphone. “How do you call your lover boy?”
You used the spatula that was in your hand. “C’mere, lover boy!” you sang with all the sexy gravelly voice you could muster.
“And if he doesn’t answer?” He flipped the stove off and grabbed you by the hand to pull you in.
“Oh, lover boy?” you answered sweetly, wrapping one arm around his waist and holding your spatula microphone with the other.
“And if he STILL doesn’t answer?” Bucky bit his lip, knowing his favorite part was coming next.
You crooned, “I simply say, ‘Baby, oooohhh baby! My sweet baby, you’re the one!’”
Bucky took your microphones and set them down, taking you by the other hand and danced with you around the kitchen, the two of you singing together. The song faded out and you looped both arms around his neck. You pulled him down to kiss you, taking charge and swirling your tongue around his mouth. You loved the way you could still taste his cinnamon toothpaste. You broke the kiss with a pop and shivered, his hands coming to rest on your sides so his thumbs could brush back and forth over the exposed sides of your breasts. “I’ve got breakfast and coffee ready for us. Then, I’d like to help you deal with…the boys…today.” You looked at him with a serious face. “I don’t take kindly to someone threatening me at my own home. Can I be part of today, please?”
“Anything for you, my love.” He said. “How many hickeys do you have this morning?”
You winked at him. “One too few, I think. Could I get another one right here?” you asked, pointing to where your neck met your collar bone. “I think it would look really pretty there to show off at our meeting.” Without hesitation, he nestled his face right where you had pointed. You sighed and leaned your head back to give him more room to work. You tangled your fingers in his hair; that earned you a good slap on the ass.
He stood back up to admire his handiwork. Satisfied, he lead you to the kitchen so you could eat.
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You sat in Bucky’s chair behind his desk, cleaning your favorite pistol and waiting for the Dover’s to show up. Steve had set up a meeting between them and Bucky, but didn’t tell them what it was about. He just said that it was a good opportunity they would want to be a part of. He was waiting out front and Bucky…well, he was pacing back and forth, getting more and more angry. Not at you, never truly at you. Even yesterday he wasn’t mad at you, he was scared and mad at the situation.
“Mr. Barnes, darling, please sit down or come stand beside me. You’re going to wear tracks on my very expensive rug.” You were tense, and he could tell by the name you used. He walked behind you and started to rub your shoulders. You knew he was trying to be helpful, but it was also a good use of his nervous energy.
“Boss,” crackled the radio on the desk. “They’re here.”
You looked up at Bucky, a bit tense but also secure in your safety here. You nodded.
“Strip them of weapons and bring them up,” he commanded.
Less than five minutes later, two gentlemen walked into the office followed by a very angry Steve. “They had weapons. I specifically told them to not bring anything and what do these fuckin idiots do? They brought these!” he shouted, dumping a pile of hand guns, knives, and a taser onto the floor behind the desk. You cocked an eyebrow at the assortment and looked back up at the boys. “Thank you, Steve. Please step just outside the door in case we need you.” You focused your eyes on the desk in front of you and began snapping your own weapon back together. “You want to walk me through that thought process, boys?”
They just stared at you. “Mr. Barnes, they’re all yours.” You said without looking up.
Bucky walked around and sat on the front of the desk, giving you a nice view of his ass and strong back. You knew you had carved into that back last night and the thought of those marks made you crave him.
You put the last piece into place and slammed a magazine into it, cocked the gun to put a bullet in the chamber, and set it back down with a loud thump. Bucky was asking them if they knew why they had been asked to visit, asked them if they knew why he had killed their cousin, the usual small talk. But you didn’t want to wait for him to do something, you were madder than hell.
“Honestly, I don’t give a fuck who we shot,” you interrupted. Bucky stood and walked to the side of the desk, holding out his hand to you. You took it and stood as well, allowing him to guide you to the front of the desk with him. He leaned against the desk and pulled your ass flush against him, rutting against you while the Dover boys stared wide-eyed. “Do you understand what this show means?” They shook their heads at you, their eyes glued to where your skirt was beginning to ride up with the friction. “You’re leaving here in a body bag. You think you can use our men to get my address? You think you can attempt to put me in harm’s way without consequences?” By now Bucky had lost control of himself. He unzipped his pants and pulled the back of your skirt up the rest of the way, burying himself in you. It wasn’t an accident you had “forgotten” to pack underwear for today. “You think you can see him touch me like this without losing your eyes? This is going to be the last thing you see. You think you can hear him whisper love words in my ear? No, you’ll lose your voice so you can never repeat them. You’ll lose your ears so it’s the last memory of sound you have. You made a big mistake gentlemen. He might be the king of this city, the head of this mafia, but I’m his queen and everyone knows you respect his queen or pay in blood.” You let Bucky go a few more moments, enjoying the sensation, the audience, and the adrenaline. “Kneel.” You commanded. The two men were crying but couldn’t seem to look away. Bucky buried his face in the crook of your neck to muffle his whimpers. You had driven him beyond the point of return, he was so far gone for you. Your demanding voice sent shivers down his spine and he had to slow down so he didn’t cum too early. “I said kneel!” you shouted.
They sank to their knees and started to beg for their lives. You whipped your pistol up and shot them both between the eyes before Bucky registered what was going on, blood splattering everywhere. You moaned and came, dragging him along with you.
When the two of you had cleaned yourselves up with the washrag and baby wipes you kept in his drawer for such an occasion, you opened the door and ushered in the clean-up crew. Bucky was slumped in his chair, still dazed. “You wanna go home, honey?” you asked softly.
He looked up at you with tears in his eyes. “I love you so much, Y/n. I mean it. Will you move in with me? We can have your stuff in my house by the end of the day.” He grabbed your hands and guided you to sit on his lap. “I know you wanna get married, let’s go ring shopping tomorrow. Can we move you in today though? I love you and I don’t want to live another day without you.” He kissed your hands and sniffled.
“Oh, baby, I love you so much, of course I’ll move in with you!” You kissed him all over his lips, nose, cheeks, forehead, everywhere you could reach.
“Steve, will you bring my car to the front?” Bucky called. “And call the Francos, the Tanner boy, and a few other trusted guys. We’re gonna move my darlin’ to my house today.” He wrapped an arm around your back and one under your knees and picked you up. “I’m gonna hold you all the way to the house, and then carry you over the threshold. There ain’t a doubt in my mind you were made for me, babydoll. You drive me insane, you know that?”
You giggled and looped your arms around his neck. “I kinda had my suspicions during our meeting today.” You were looking forward to what the rest of life would bring with your Mr. Barnes. The two of you became the most dangerous couple in all of New York. Everyone knew to respect the king, but God help whoever disrespected the Queen.
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So this was a request by; @hq6667754 I hope you enjoy this fic!!!
Warnings: explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, creampie, semi-public sex, dom!Bucky, sub!Reader), easily pissed off Bucky, bratty!reader
You sat in the booth next to Bucky and he wrapped his arm around your waist. You laid your head on his shoulder as you took a sip of your wine.
He pulled you onto his lap and you leaned against his chest with a smile. You smirked widely and started grinding down on his lap. His hands squeezed your hips and he growled low in your ear. You giggled and reached behind you to tangle your fingers in his hair.
Bucky groaned as you tugged on his hair lightly and you smiled at him. You ground your ass against his groin and his hands dug into your hips. You were wearing the small black cocktail dress that always drove him crazy.
You two came here with Steve and Peggy and they went dancing on the nice dance floor. You and Bucky stayed behind and drank your alcohol and enjoyed each other’s company. You loved how he smelled of metal and cologne. He loved how you smelled of lavender and gunpowder.
You turned around in his lap and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He squeezed your ass softly and you squealed quietly.
“What’s wrong, baby?” You smirked as you continued to grind on his lap.
“You keep acting like a little brat and I'll take you over my knee right here, I don't care how many people are watching,” Bucky growled in your ear, and a shiver rolled down your back. You loved how dominant he got with you. It always turned you on to no end.
You usually crumbled under his glare but you wanted to tease him a little longer. “Oh, so scary.” You smirked, and he stood up and dragged you to the bathroom.
He made sure the bathroom was vacant and he locked the door before he pinned you to it. His lips crashed down on yours and you moaned at the intensity of the kiss. He picked you up by your thighs and pressed you flush against his chest.
You squealed as his hands squeezed your ass and he growled against your lips. He pulled back to start taking off his button-up and you stood up. You looked at him in a daze before smiling and playing with the hem of your dress.
“Wanna see what I'm wearing underneath all this?” You asked, and he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. His metal hand gripped your dress and he tore it from your body. It revealed your brand new matching black lace lingerie.
It had gold and black details all over it, matching his arm. He smirked at the sight of you looking like his property. He leaned down and kissed you passionately as he picked you up again.
Your hands went down to his jeans and you unbuckled his belt before pulling his cock out. You stroke him slowly and he groaned against your lips. His hands slid your panties to the side and he slipped his cock into you.
You moaned as his cock filled you up and stretched your cunt. It was always a bit painful to take him but it felt so good. His hands gripped your ass and started pounding into your tight and wet core.
He groaned at how tight your walls squeezed his cock as he fucked you. You moaned and he thrusted two fingers into your mouth to keep you quiet. You gagged on his fingers as your head fell back against the door.
He smirked at how fucked out you looked and he sped up his hips. He felt your walls throbbing and clenching around his cock as you got close to your orgasm. He leaned into your ear and whispered all the dirty things he would do to you once you get home.
Your walls clenched and throbbed at the thought as you got to your edge. He nibbled on your neck and you fell over the edge and came around his cock. You cried out around his fingers as your walls squeezed his cock tight.
He growled your name before he thrusted deep into you and came in spurts of warm cum. He filled you up to the brim and he kept thrusting into you, making sure that you get all of his cum. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and a bit of drool spilled out of your mouth.
You had a dazed smile on your face as he pulled out of you. He tucked himself back in and he helped you stand. He kissed your lips softly and you kissed back with passion.
“That was fun.” You whispered.
He chuckled and nodded. “It was, but I’m not done with you.”
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Pairing - Bucky x Reader
Summary - Who knew Bucky had a jealous streak?
Word Count - 380
Notes - Dedicated to my girl Gen <3
Bopping your way through the communal kitchen to one of your favorite playlists, you had just put the last bowl in the dishwasher when you heard a distinct growl from behind you.
“Whatcha wearin’ there, doll?” You turned to see your boyfriend Bucky practically vibrating with an unreadable look on his face.
“What? Is there something wrong with what I’m wearing..?” You looked down at your gray tank top and royal blue booty shorts in mock confusion.
“So it’s just a coincidence that you’ve got ‘American Booty’ written across your ass for everyone to see? What if..” Bucky lowered his voice, glancing around. “What if Steve saw ya in those?!?” Bucky’s jaw was clenched, his face getting redder by the second.
You bit your lip to keep from grinning. “Why Bucky Barnes… if I didn’t know better I’d say someone was jealous…” You leaned back against the counter, arms crossed, one eyebrow cocked in defiance.
“I’ll show ya jealous alright..” Before you could react Bucky had picked you up by the waist and literally thrown you over his shoulder. Pounding your fists on Bucky’s back you shrieked at him to put you down but you were completely at his mercy.
“I swear, James Buchanan if you don’t put me down right this insta–AH” You gasped as Bucky’s flesh hand came down hard, smacking your ass in a stinging but surprisingly pleasurable way.
“Quit your squirmin’ doll, or there’s more where that came from.” Bucky huffed out, rounding the corner heading straight for his room.
“Promise?” You whispered under your breath, but of course nothing gets past your supersoldier and his enhanced hearing.
Bucky dumped you unceremoniously on your feet just inside his room, shaking his head and smirking at you. “Woman, you’re gonna be the death of me. What am I gonna do with you?”
“Whatever you want, Sarge…” you waggled your eyebrows, giggling as you darted away just out of his reach, Bucky finally catching you and tossing you onto the bed, caging you in between his strong arms and looking especially wolfish.
“Gotcha doll, you’re all mine.” He dipped down, kissing your jaw and burying his face in your neck. “And I plan on spending the rest of the day making sure you and everybody else knows it.”
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𝐖𝐞’𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 | 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈- 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧
Chapter VII | Series Masterlist
Word Count: 2.7k
Warnings: DEATH, dead body mention (nothing graphic). Major depression and grief. I’m sorry (I’d elaborate more but spoilers). I will say that this chapter goes deep into the feelings of grief, so if that is a sensitive topic for you, this is your warning.
A/N: Remember a few weeks ago when I said that one of my own works made me cry? Well… this chapter may or may not be what broke me. I’m sorry.
Some days taking care of Rebecca were good, some weren’t. It was odd how familiar the entire thing felt- helping her bathe, feeding her when she wasn’t able to feed herself, petting her hair until she fell asleep, it all reminded you of when she was a baby. Not much had changed, only now she could form coherent sentences. That is, if she had enough energy to do so.
When she did talk, she told you everything about her life, even more than she did when you were just a friend to her. She talked about her college days, about Rose- she really did love her, and it killed you that you never got to meet her- and she’d talk about her parents. There were so many people who loved Rebecca, so many people who made her who she was. It hurt like hell knowing you weren’t one of them until now, but more than anything, you wished that every single one of them were still here so you could meet them and thank them. Thank them for making her who she was, for taking care of your baby girl. Rebecca was raised by strangers to you, but they did a pretty damn good job doing it. You couldn’t help but wonder how different she would’ve turned out had you or Bucky never gone missing.
Rebecca gently shut her eyes, signaling that you could relax for a few hours while she slept. If it’d been any other person, you’d be off the clock. You’d be tired and worn out. But this was your baby. You would go to the ends of the earth and beyond to make sure she was healthy. After kissing her forehead gently- something you did every time she fell asleep as a baby- you made your way out to the living room, where Bucky was sat waiting for you.
“How’s our little girl doing?” he asked. You plopped next to him, his arm instinctively wrapping around you as you cuddled into his side. Over the time the two of you had spent together, Bucky remembered more and more about you. First, he remembered your wedding. Then the day you met, the many nights he’d knock on your door in the middle of the night just to kiss you, and nearly all of your pregnancy. The memory that hurt the most was saying goodbye to you, right before he left for the last time.
Oh, how he wished things were different. He wished he could turn back time, fake being sick and never go to war in the first place. He’d live out his days with you, taking care of Rebecca until he took his last breath, hopefully with his two best girls by his side. His aura was so full of love and warmth every time he was around the two of you, he always felt warm and fuzzy every time he looked back and thought about the 40s. He liked those days. But that was a completely different life. The one he was living now, though he was trying to get that warm and fuzzy feeling back, didn’t feel the same. He still loved you, he knew that for a fact. But he couldn’t help but feel like this wasn’t the life he was meant to live.
“She’s still running a fever.” You said, “But don’t worry, she’s still our happy girl.”
Bucky kissed the top of your head. He didn’t want to imagine what was likely about to happen. He couldn’t avoid it, as much as he wanted to. But he told himself that no matter how bad it got, no matter how hurt he felt, he would help you through it. You were the one to carry her for nine months, feel her kick from inside of you, nurse her and sing her to sleep as a baby. You were the one who managed to find her after all this, and now you were the one taking care of her again. You were in for a world of hurt, and though you were denying it and remaining positive, Bucky couldn’t avoid the truth.
Allowing yourself to relax for the first time all day, you listened as Bucky talked about his latest mission with Sam. To your objections, Bucky continued fighting. You were upset by his decision to keep putting himself in danger, but after hearing why he wanted to continue, there was no talking him out of it. He felt as though he owed the world something- something good. He’d spent decades hurting others- becoming an Avenger was his way of repaying his debts and clearing his guilty conscience.
You felt your eyes get heavy and your mind start to wander. Slowly, Bucky’s words began to fade, and you took in a deep sigh. You hardly got to relax like this anymore, with all the worrying, fighting, and working. The couch was too comfortable, Bucky’s body was just warm enough, and you dozed off. Bucky couldn’t even be upset, he knew how hard you worked and that you deserved to rest. Plus, you looked adorable as you slept, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.
Bucky often found himself wondering how you still chose to be with him. After everything, you still saw him as who he used to be and who he had the potential of becoming. You didn’t see the monster HYDRA made him. You didn’t see the man who’d killed hundreds of people. You still chose to be his life partner, seeing him as your downstairs neighbor from Brooklyn who you fell in love with. Tracing your jawline with his finger, Bucky couldn’t help but think about how strong you were compared to him. Taking care of Rebecca, helping him remember his old life, adjusting almost immediately to a new life and continuing to be wonderful and kind- you could handle anything, and you did it all without him. That, above everything, made him fall deeper in love with you.
Gently, Bucky picked you up bridal style and moved you to your new bedroom. Since moving into Rebecca’s house to take care of her, Bucky let you have the only other bedroom while he slept on the floor in the living room. He still considered himself your husband, he was still very much in love with you- but he didn’t want you to be there when his nightmares came. They were worse than they were before. Now that he was remembering his life with you, he was also remembering all the years in between the 40s and now. All the people he’d hurt, all the lives he’d taken. You always told him that you had no problem with him sleeping next to you, but he knew it was for your own good. He didn’t feel deserving of a bed, and would much rather take the floor, in a room where you couldn’t hear or feel him wake up.
Three hours had gone by. Three peaceful hours. Bucky had managed to get a few minutes of shuteye, and you were particularly comfortable in the spot Bucky had tucked you in. Your alarm went off to check on Becca, one you set every three hours in the night, just to check if she needed anything. Bucky heard the familiar alarm from the bedroom, followed by the door opening and your footsteps heading over to Rebecca’s room.
This life you led with Bucky, it had a funny way of working. The minute things started to feel perfect, something just had to be taken away.
Bucky’s eyelids started to get heavy again, the idea of getting a few more minutes of sleep in creeping into his mind. Then he heard you wail from the bedroom, and he was immediately on his feet, any feeling of tiredness gone the second he heard your distress.
He ran as quickly as he could to the main bedroom, eyes fixated on you crying in front of Rebecca’s bed. Rebecca looked exactly as she did when she fell asleep. She hadn’t moved a single muscle.
Rebecca was gone. His biggest fear, the inevitable, had become a reality.
“No, no, no,” you kept repeating, a sob emitting from the back of your throat. This was the deepest, most guttural pain you’d ever felt. Like someone had stabbed you in your heart and ripped it out with their bare hand. You knew this would happen. You knew it had to happen, Rebecca was in her seventies, but you wanted so badly for it to never happen. That she would live forever, or at least until after you and Bucky were gone. Not now. Not like this.
You heard Bucky crying with you. He was holding you while you cried and screamed into his chest, painfully listening and holding onto you.
Your baby, the old woman who you were able to identify from a mile away as your daughter, was gone. Your heart ached as it shattered in your chest, leaving broken pieces that were beyond repair. That baby who you’d worked so hard for, who you loved with every ounce of you and more, who lived an entire life that you were so proud of. Gone overnight.
When the coroner came, you felt nothing but numbness. You watched as they took Rebecca off of her bed and onto the stretcher, though Bucky could tell it would’ve been better if you looked away. You had to lie through your tears, saying you and Bucky were her caretakers. Not her parents- that was Edward and Marjorie, and they were long gone. Only you and Bucky knew the complicated truth, and you wanted to scream it out to the world, but it would only make things worse.
Though your heart still ached every day you were without her, and you found yourself randomly crying throughout your days, you found a little more comfort every day. It wasn’t the same kind of comfort you once knew, and you knew it was likely you’d never feel the same way again, but little things added up. You found support through Bucky, Steve, Sam, Natasha, and everyone else at the Compound. They made it clear to you and Bucky that you always had a home with them. And though you weren’t ready to step back into Rebecca’s home just yet, you knew you had a room at the Compound waiting for you.
The room was just as bare as it was when you left it, not a single indication that anyone had ever lived here or put any effort into decorating it. You ended up exactly where you started, confused and lonely in a bare room. Only now, you had one of the people you’d been yearning for. And while having Bucky was great, he didn’t fill the void that Rebecca had left behind.
Bucky approached you slowly, watching you reach into your pocket for the folded up picture of Rebecca’s first birthday. She’d given it to you shortly after you told her the truth, claiming you needed it more than she did.
“You hungry?” Bucky asked, wrapping his arms around you from behind, “We can go somewhere if you want.”
He was trying his best. He didn’t know what he could do or say to make you feel better. He didn’t know what anyone else could do or say to make him feel better. He lost his daughter, too. Bucky felt the numbness. The void. The heartache. And he wanted more than anything to make it go away; if not for him, then for you.
“How do people move on?” you asked, placing the picture in front of you on the mantle and looking at it. You looked so happy. So did Bucky. Rebecca’s first birthday was a day you’d always remember- one of your last happy memories before things went south. More than anything, you wanted to go back. To hold your baby one more time, to live in that ignorant bliss. “After a loss like this? You see it in the news, people losing their children. I would think ‘If that ever happened to me,’” you shook your head, at a loss for words as you looked at the ground, “and now here I am.”
Bucky held you a little tighter as you tried to hold back the tears. You didn’t know you were capable of producing so many until now. But with the quiver of your lip, and the tears blurring your vision, you had no choice but to break. Turning around to face Bucky, you buried your head in his chest. “I just want my life back, James. I want things to be the way they used to. Before everything.”
Bucky’s heart was already broken the minute he saw Rebecca, but hearing your words and how hurt and hopeless you sounded, it only made the damage worse. Both of you had produced enough tears to fill an ocean, and you knew that pain would stay as long as both of you were still alive.
“I don’t know what I can say to make you feel better, I’m just as lost as you are.” Bucky admitted, his voice nearly a whisper, “But I love you. And I love her. Nothing will ever change that.” He pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.
“I’m not hungry.”
“I’m just tired.” You found yourself saying that a lot. To avoid talking to anyone or hearing the overwhelming amount of condolences you were receiving, you slept. It seemed like all you ever did was sleep nowadays.
“Okay. I’ll let you rest.” Bucky said, pulling away before you stopped him.
“Can you stay? Please?” You had a hint of desperation in your eyes.
Bucky always seemed to be unable to say no to you. Even back then, the very idea of upsetting you took a toll on him, so he always bent over backwards to make sure your needs were met. On your first date when he stole an apple for you- he was perfectly capable of buying one for you himself, but he wanted to see you smile. When you were pregnant, all the times he’d make his way to the convenience store at an ungodly hour because you were craving Peppermint Patties- he was on a first-name basis with the owner and he was about as involved in your pregnancy as Bucky was with how often he bought the candies from him. And now. Your heart was in pieces. You’d just experienced the biggest heartbreak imaginable, a heartbreak no person should ever go through. And you were asking him to stay with you. To lay in the same bed as you. He had to oblige, because if it made you feel just an ounce better, it was worth it.
He laid in bed next to you, stiff on the mattress that was a little too soft for comfort. No matter, he could ignore it for now.
You wrapped your arm around Bucky, holding onto him in a spooning position that made your heart feel slightly better.
The idea of peace seemed far away. Maybe it would never come at all. Right now, despite holding onto your husband and feeling the bond you two created decades ago grow stronger, you felt as though you would never feel truly happy again. There was still a pain that would never leave. But there was an understanding between you and Bucky that things would always be different now, and that you’d have to help each other through all the low moments.
But you knew you would help each other. You were all Bucky had, and he was all you had now. So you held onto him tight, fearing that if you let go, he would just be another thing you would lose in this new, harsh reality.
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Summary: You fall in the ice with Bucky. Leading you both into a dark path.
In the making.
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the bodyguard | part 4
pairings: bodyguard!bucky barnes x chief of staff!female reader
summary: part 4 | the day off | things seem to be picking up between you and your bodyguard. you laid in bed all night replaying him calling you by your first name along with that sly smile. the next morning you were ready for a new day with your bodyguard.
warnings: angsty, mentions of violence, james pushes someone up against a wall :/, kinda fluffy, possible first kiss!!!, more build-up, I promise we are getting there. I PROMISE.
You spring out of bed and quickly get ready. You’re more upbeat than normal. You can’t help but think it’s because last night you laid in bed and replayed James calling you by your first name accompanied with that sly smile…over and over.
You tell yourself it’s just a little crush, what could hurt? You have been with one person for the past six years. You haven’t gone out on a date for months.
Christ, it feels like you haven’t even flirted in years. You have this feeling of butterflies in your stomach at the thought of seeing James, even though it made you feel like a teenage girl you kinda enjoyed it. It’s Saturday so you dress casual as you only need to be at the office for a few hours. Before you reach the door you selfishly hope that James brought you a coffee again. You open it and are met with an unfamiliar face.
“Good morning, Miss. I'm Agent Casper, I'll be accompanying you today.” He smiles.
You stare at this person unsure what to think. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his badge to prove he isn’t lying.
“Where is Agent Barnes?” You ask.
“It’s his day off, ma’am.”
Day off? Your bodyguard can take a day off?
You are still uncertain what to think about this individual so you take off down the hallway towards where James is supposedly staying.
You abruptly knock on the door and within seconds, the door creeps open and a sleepy James is behind it.
“Casper, what the fuck?” He wipes his eyes and looks up to realize it’s you.
You smirk at the sound of ‘fuck’ leaving his lips. His raspy sleepy voice mixed with the Brooklyn accent, makes it become your favorite word all over again.
“Oh-um. Ma’am.” He clears his throat and steps in front of the door.
Your eyes wander down as you realize his black t-shirt is barely covering his boxers, you stare at his toned bare legs and instantly have to control your thoughts.
“Hi.” You say looking back up to him.
“Are you alright, ma’am?”
Back on the ma’am bullshit, you see.
Probably because the other agent is around and he has to keep up his professional persona. Annoying.
“Why didn’t you tell me today was your day off?” You ask.
“Oh, well, it was in your briefing from Jim. I assumed the Chief of Staff would read all the memos given to her.” His sarcastic response prompts a chuckle from you.
“Interesting. Enjoy your day off. Apologies.” You smile.
“Are you sure, ma’am? I can get ready.” He says, your heart flutters at the thought of him giving up a day off at your request.
“No need, Barnes. Casper seems like he can do the job.” You wink at him before walking off.
Though it’s Saturday everyone usually comes in for a few hours to catch up on all the things that were neglected during the week. You asked your assistant to let you know once Josh was in because you need to discuss his little habit of not listening to you.
“He’s in, do you want me to call him?” She announces over the phone intercom.
“No, I will surprise him. Thanks.” You respond with an evil smirk.
“Oh Jooooosh,” you yell as you walk down the hallway to your deputy’s office.
You hear the shuffling of papers on his desk as you round the corner and stand in the doorway. You lean against it and give a wide smile.
“Hi.” He smiles. He knows you’re here to yell at him. He’s prepared himself. You slowly walk into his office and walk around a bit before sitting down.
“Josh. My man. My friend. How are you?” Your sarcastic tone rings throughout his office.
“I am great, boss. How are you?” He responds back. Josh and you can always go head to head. You enjoy these moments.
“You know, Josh. I would be better if my deputy wouldn’t run his mouth all over town.” You narrow your gaze.
He sighs in defeat.
“I’m sor --“ he begins.
“Josh. I know Walker is your best friend but you don’t have to tell him everything. Especially about me.”
“We are worried about you. He has a right to know.” He attempts to explain himself.
“He lost that right a few years ago.” You state.
“I’m sorry. I am. He cares about you, you know.” He says.
You nod your head and sit there and talk with Josh for a few minutes. Josh notices that Agent Casper is outside of his doorway and he chuckles.
“He really does follow you everywhere, huh.”
You roll your eyes and stand up.
“That’s not even the main one.” You roll your eyes and stand up to walk out.
“I figured as much, Walker said you had a thing for him. That one doesn’t look like your type.” He retorts and you spin around, your eyes wide.
“Excuse me?” You state and Josh quickly realizes he overstepped but he doesn’t care.
“I mean, you have a type, you know, men you can't have.” He chuckles.
“Shut up.” You raise your hands to stop him.
“You know I am right,” he smiles.
“Get the fuck back to work.” You demand as you walk out of his office.
You finish up a few hours later than expected but still enough time to allow you to enjoy a lazy Saturday night.
Casper checks your apartment and lets you inside, you watch as he walks down to James’s apartment and knocks once, and then enters.
You stand out there for a few seconds, hoping for some reason James would pop out and say hello or something.
But he doesn’t.
You go inside and sulk for a few minutes, who would've thought only seeing James for 5 minutes would make you so... sad.
You eventually get over yourself and order some pizza. While waiting you open your fridge to see a beautiful six-pack of beer you were saving for this moment. You flip on the tv and find the baseball game and sit down.
You let out a content sigh as you secretly live for these Saturday nights alone. 30 minutes or so pass and you hear a knock on the door. You jump up and find your wallet as you walk to the door you hear a man yelling.
You open it to find James has shoved the pizza guy against the wall and is frisking him.
“James, what the hell?” You ask
“Hey, man, get off!” The pizza guy who is pushed up against the wall attempts to push James off.
“Stay inside, Y/N.” James demands.
“James — it’s the pizza guy. I just ordered pizza. Let him go.” You try to explain.
He quickly lets up his grip and the pizza guy stands back, his face is red and he is confused and shocked. James steps back and fixes his shirt. You notice that his jaw is clenched and you can see the veins in his forehead. Without thinking you step out and grab ahold of his arm,
“It’s okay, James,” you whisper.
His body immediately relaxes with your touch and you notice this. He looks at you and you offer a smile. You then turn towards the delivery kid and pull out a large bill and hand it to him.
“Keep the change, I’m sorry.” You explain but he lights up when he notices how large his tip is and takes off running down the hallway.
You notice your pizza is laying on the floor and you laugh as you open it to see it remand in perfect condition. You stand back up and James is leaning against the wall. His jaw is still clenched. He is breathing somewhat heavily and you step towards him again.
“James, it’s okay, I’m alright and my pizza is still in perfect condition.” You laugh trying to lighten the mood.
“Christ. Next time, tell me when you’re ordering food. We have to check people. I have to do my fucking job, Y/N! Do you realize how easily you could’ve been hurt just now? Fuck!” He yells.
This is the first time he’s raised his voice at you. Normally if a man, well if anyone, spoke to you this way you would enter into defense mode and yell back. For some reason, James yelling at you made you upset.
You step back and sigh.
“I’m -- I’m sorry. I didn’t think.” You mutter.
He looks up at you, shocked you didn’t respond with a sarcastic comment or fight him on trying to do his job. He sighs and steps into you, forcing you back against your door. Your body tenses as you catch your breath. He is so close to you, you can smell him. His scent is unique. You’d like to bottle it up and keep it with you forever.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean — I didn’t mean to yell at you. I just have to protect you, okay? I have to keep you safe.” He practically whispers.
You’re so overwhelmed with his scent and the fact he is so close you can make out more of his gorgeous features, all you can do is nod in response. You both stand there in silence for a few seconds.
“So are you on the clock I’m assuming?” You finally say.
“No — I just heard someone knocking and looked out to see him. Casper must’ve checked him at the front but no one told me.”
You laugh as you realize he completely overreacted just now, he slammed a poor pizza guy against a wall for nothing.
“Well if you’re off the clock, you can join me for pizza and beer, then.” You smile and pull him inside.
“Uh — I probably shouldn’t” He begins once you’ve pulled him inside.
You watch as his glances around your apartment as if he hasn’t been in here several times before.
“Shush. It’s free beer and pizza. What else are you doing?” You ask as you walk off towards the kitchen to grab plates and some beers.
“It’s just — I shouldn’t hang out with the protectee. It’s against protocol.” He follows you.
“For who?” You ask, spinning around cocking your head at him.
“Uh, the secret service.”
“Well good thing you don’t really work for them, huh. You’re just the hired bodyguard.” You smirk and hand him a beer.
He chuckles as he takes the beer and pops it open. You step back to take him in.
This is a sight you could get used to. James. In your kitchen wearing normal people clothes which is a first. He’s wearing a loose-fitting gray t-shirt and jeans.
You enjoy his bodyguard attire as it involves him in a suit, but wow who knew a guy could look so good in a gray t-shirt?
You lead him back to your couch and plop down, patting the cushion beside you. He’s hesitant at first but eventually gives in. You slap a slice of pizza on his plate and he whispers a “thank you” and you watch as he takes a slice of pizza and folds it up like a taco. This makes you laugh.
“What?” He asks.
“I love seeing people eat pizza. You can tell what type of person they are.” You respond, smiling over at him.
“What type of person am I then?” He asks as he leans back into your couch, throwing one arm behind your head.
“Can’t tell you that. Then I’d have to kill you.” You smile.
He chuckles at that response.
“I’d like to see you try” he whispers to himself.
“Oh I wouldn’t kill you, I’d just have someone do it.”
He looks at you and smirks not aware you heard his comment.
You two sit there and eat more pizza and drink a few more beers. The only talking that goes on is the announcers of the game. You eventually lean up and place your plate on the coffee table and fall back into the couch. You feel yourself gravitate towards James and your leg brushes up against his.
He coughs slightly and leans up to place his drink on the coffee table.
“I should probably go…” he says as he stands up.
“No wait.” You say as you stand up and are face to face with him. This is the closest you two have been since the other night when he held your drunken self up.
You smell his scent as you did earlier and you feel yourself glance down to his lips. You watch as the breath catches in his throat and now it’s his turn as his eyes glance down to your lips.
You two stand there staring at each other for a few more seconds before you slightly lean in. He follows your lead and as your lips are millimeters apart his phone starts to ring. He quickly pulls away from you and you let out a silent sigh.
“Barnes.” He answers
“What? Are you fucking serious? When?” His tone changes in a second.
You turn and give him a worried look.
“OK. I’ll get her. We are leaving.”
He shoves his phone into his pocket and looks at you, his jaw is clenched, you’ve picked up that this isn’t normally a good sign.
“Jame — “ you begin to speak.
“We have to go.”
“Why? What’s going —“ you shake your head.
“Pack a bag of clothes that can last you the rest of the weekend. Someone will come back for your other stuff.” He cuts you off.
He notices your wide eyes and how scared you’re beginning to look, he grabs ahold of your hand.
“Y/N, please. Please just trust me.” He whispers as he squeezes your hand and you silently nod before jumping off the couch and packing a small bag.
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PersonalTrainer! Bucky masterlist
It’s been a few weeks now and you decided to keep seeing Bucky as not only your personal trainer but also outside the gym. You’ve been on a few dates with him now and it’s been going so well the dates have been great and the sex has been even better.
You’re having a lazy day today as you have no plans and it’s a rest day from working out so you’ve decided to indulge even though you’re not really allowed to but doritos are your weakness.
The doorbell rings and you get up to answer it. Shit, it’s Bucky. You wipe the dorito crumbs off yourself and open the door.
“Hello Bucky, come in, what are you doing here? Did we have plans to hang out?” You’re rambling and he eyes you as if he knows you’re hiding something.
“No I was just in the area and decided to pop by. Is that not allowed?” You just look at him. “What are you up to Y/N?” he smirks. “Were you doing something you shouldn’t have been?”
“Nooo, mee? Definitely not” eyeing the couch where the open bag of doritos still sits he follows your gaze.
“Oh Y/N, what did I tell you would happen if you broke your good diet?” His smirk is bigger now and you know he’s been waiting for you to fuck up.
“No, I don’t recall, care to remind me?” taking you bottom lip between your teeth you bat your eyelashes innocently at him.
He has you pinned against the wall before you even know what’s happening and his hands are all over you. He’s kissing you and it’s needy and full of tongue.
“Bedroom now, I’m gonna show you what happens” He growls in your ear as he lifts you up by your thighs to carry you to the bedroom.
Getting to the bedroom he throws you on the bed and removes your sweatpants grabbing you by the legs and flipping you over.
“How many doritos have you eaten?” there’s a glint in his blown out eyes.
“Uhm, I dunno like half the packet?”
“Stay still” he commands as his hand comes into contact with your right asscheek and you whimper.
“You were a bad girl, bad girls get punished” his hand comes down again the sting from the last slap still lingering making you hiss.
“Bucky, please” you plead with him but it’s no use. His hand comes down again.
“Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes Bucky, please, fuck me now, I need to feel you”
He starts unbuckling his belt and lowering his jeans “as you wish, my love” he plants a kiss on your stinging asscheek before plunging deep into your aching core.
Crying out in pain you grip onto the bed sheets. He stays still for just a few seconds to allow you time to adjust before he pulls back out again only to snap his hips in just as fast again. This time it’s all pleasure you feel as his tip comes into contact with your sweet spot.
“I’m not gonna last too long babe, I’m getting real close” he continues to pound into you hitting the spot over and over until you’re a quivering mess under him.
His movements start to get sloppy and you know he’s close.
“Cum for me Bucky, please.” your words push him over the edge and with a low raspy moan he cums coating your walls.
“Maybe I should eat doritos more often because that was fucking mindblowing”
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lost and found - the epilogue
set in the lost and found universe - catch up on the rest of the series here!
the last part of the series
hi hi !! i can't believe this series finally got over lol i still remember writing the first part
thank you so much for all the support on the story, i am eternally grateful <333
i have two headcanons scheduled to go out in the next couple of weeks, so stay tuned for that!
the car stopped in front of the shop.
bucky eyed the front door nervously.
‘bucky,’ you said, rubbing the pad of your thumb along his cheekbone, ‘what’s the worst that can happen?’
‘i don’t know.’
‘look, you need the company. you can’t just sit at home, all alone, watching the television.’
‘i read too!’
‘it’s not enough,’ you said. ‘don’t you feel alone?’
‘no,’ he said in a small voice, looking down at his lap.
‘well, what do you want me to do?’
‘i want you to come in with me and choose a dog to bring home!’
he rubbed his temples. ‘what if the dog doesn’t like me?’
you chuckled. ‘the dog is gonna love you.’
‘you don’t know that.’
he narrowed his eyes at you. ‘fine.’
the two of you headed back inside the shop. with you regaining your degree and starting work as a professor at a nearby college, bucky was left all alone at home. he was doing an online course from a community college so he could get a job soon, too, but he was still alone. and no matter how much he said it didn’t bother him, you knew it did.
and that’s what brought you to the decision of adopting a pet. back when bucky and you were dating, he had loved dogs. surely one couldn’t stop loving dogs, for whatever reason.
the door made a chiming noise as you pushed it open. bucky looked around the shop from where he was standing in the doorframe.
‘hi, there!’ the woman at the counter said.
‘hey, we’re the barnes? we called ahead,’ you said, pulling bucky into the shop.
‘right, of course. feel free to take a look around,’ she smiled.
you gave bucky an excited grin, and he tried his best to return some of your enthusiasm.
you walked over to the golden retriever that seemed pretty excited to see you. he was trying to get his snout out through the bars of the kennel cage, and when you crouched down, he seemed to be going ballistic over trying to lick your hand.
‘hey, boy,’ you said, caressing his snout, and getting your fingers licked in the process, ‘what’s your name?’ you fiddled around for a name tag on him.
bucky kept his distance. it wasn’t that he didn’t like dogs, it was just that they could be a little unpredictable, and they had so much energy. it scared him a little bit.
but he stared at you, and he felt a small smile grow on his face. he would never be able to get used to the fact that even though you had been put through hell and back in the distant past, you still were happy almost everyday, about the littlest things even.
as he softly laughed to himself, he felt a little bit of pressure on his shin. when he looked down, he noticed a white entity.
it seemed to be curling and twisting around him. a cat. what was a cat doing in a rescue shelter for dogs?
the cat stopped rubbing herself against his shin, and started pawing at his knee, almost as though she wanted to be held by him.
bucky stood there for a minute, in confusion, looking around the shop to check if anyone was watching. then, gingerly, he picked the cat up.
she meowed softly, and jumped onto his shoulder. bucky froze a little bit, but he didn’t take the cat off.
he could hear her purring.
‘buck— what?’ you said, laughing a little. ‘is that a cat i see there?’
‘uh,’ he craned his neck the best he could, ‘maybe.’
‘wow. i didn’t know cats were here.’
‘dear lord,’ the woman he had seen previously at the counter said, bustling towards them. ‘that’s alpine. i’m sorry about her. she causes a lot of trouble here.’
the woman proceeded to the take the cat, alpine, off of bucky’s shoulders. bucky found himself missing the light weight.
you stood up and walked towards the woman. ‘i didn’t know there were cats up for adoption here too.’
‘oh, no, there aren’t. but she’d always been lingering outside, and didn’t seem to want to leave, so we took her in.’
‘oh,’ bucky said. there was a strange, alien instinct in him that made him want to ask for the cat so he could cuddle with her again. her fur was very, very, soft. ‘is she up for adoption?’
you gave bucky an amused look.
‘with the influx of new animals coming in every day, we wouldn’t be opposed to the idea of her getting a new home.’
bucky turned to look at you.
the woman smiled knowingly, and started walking away from the two of you. ‘i’ll come back in a minute.’ she then suddenly stopped in her tracks, placed alpine in bucky’s hands, and walked away again.
bucky’s mouth moved to a lazy smile as he played with cat.
‘what are you doing?’ you said, a laugh lingering in your words.
‘we could get a cat,’ he said. ‘what’s the difference?’
‘i didn’t know you liked cats.’
‘i like this one,’ he said. he then redirecting his attention to you. when you narrowed your eyes at him, he said, ‘oh, come on. you’re the one who said i should fix my loneliness or whatever.’
‘i— i did. i just didn’t know the fix would be a cat.’
bucky looked at you, his eyes glimmering with hope. ‘please. look at her. she’s adorable.’ the cat looked up at you, almost as though she could understand what the two of you were talking about. her pupils dilated until there was nothing but a thin blue rim, and a relatively wide black circle. ‘how can you say no to this face?’
‘for the record, i do know what you’re doing.’
bucky held the cat up, and moved her paws around. he started talking in a high pitched voice, ‘please, please, please?’
‘how dare you,’ you said, amused. ‘i can’t believe you would use a cat to lure me into your trap.’
‘well,’ bucky said, lifting alpine so she could rest on his shoulders, ‘i am. whatcha gonna do about it, y/l/n?’
‘evil. sheer evil.’ bucky smirked.
you walked back to the dog — lucky. ‘i kinda wanted to take this guy home.’
‘you can take ‘em both,’ the woman said. she had appeared suddenly. when she registered the look of surprise on your faces, she clarified, ‘it’s just a suggestion. we don’t really have a limit on how many animals you can take home.’
you looked over at bucky. he shrugged. ‘anything you want, doll.’
you grinned. ‘alright, then.’ lucky must have understood your conversation, because he let out a little howl and started pacing around restlessly in excitement.
‘he likes you,’ the woman noted.
🕰 🧺 ☁️ 🐇 🗡
~ a few weeks later ~
‘i’m home,’ you called out. it was late afternoon, and you expected bucky to be sitting in the living room, on the couch, watching television.
you walked into the kitchen, because what if he’s making dinner early? empty.
you walked into the laundry room. nothing. slowly, you walked up to the bedroom.
pushing open the door gently, you saw bucky sleeping on the bed, his mouth slightly parted. alpine was cuddled on his chest, and lucky was sleeping next to him, tongue slightly peeking out.
at the sound of your footstep, lucky sat up.
you tried to shush him, but bucky’s eyes opened up rapidly at the shuffling beside him. consequently, alpine woke up too, and hopped off of his chest.
‘hey,’ you said. ‘what are you guys, uh, doing?’
‘jesus christ,’ bucky said, as he wiped the corners of his mouth. he must have drooled a little in his sleep. ‘what time is it?’
‘um, five in the evening.’
‘i promise i didn’t mean to sleep for that long.’
‘how does something like that happen?’ you chuckle, sitting beside him.
‘well, you see,’ he began, ‘i was going to take a small nap after lunch, and as i was waking up, alpine sat on my chest. i sure as hell couldn’t take her off, because she was sleeping, and then—’
‘—and then you fell asleep waiting.’
‘wow. good for you, barnes.’
he laughed, and then released a small sigh. ‘i like this.’
‘you like what?’
‘the normal-ness. i never get used to it, ironically.’
you chuckled, and leant forward to place a small kiss on his nose. ‘boop,’ you whispered, as you lowered your mouth towards his.
he kissed you. ‘boop indeed.’
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You and your roommate, Bucky, go to a haunted forest Halloween attraction. Maybe you can get a date out of it?
This is another entry for @metalbuckaroo s 2K Writing Challenge! I used a random number generator for my prompts and somehow it came out better than when I picked my own 😂
35: Kiss me better
38: I'm not scared but if you are, you can hold my hand
12: I'm going to ruin that pretty makeup
47: I'd rather have your hands around my throat but the necklace will do.
Warnings: Cussing, implied smut, a haunted forest
Words: 2k and some change
18+ only, Minors DNI
Bucky sat in the living room drinking a beer and waiting for you to come home. He missed you on the days you worked and he didn’t. The house was a lot quieter without you. Most days, he would play music off of one of your Spotify playlists to make it feel like you were around, but he always turned it off at 5 because he didn’t want you to hear it. He was head over heels in love with you, but he’d never admit it because then you might not want to be roommates with him. But you were so full of life, your laugh was contagious, the way you danced around the kitchen while you were making dinner captivated him. Life would be so dull without you. And of course he loved catching glimpses of you walking from the bathroom to your bedroom in nothing but a towel, or the nights he would come home late and you were obviously braless in your pjs, relaxing and drinking wine on the same couch he was sitting on.
He was lost in a daydream of you when you burst through the front door, scaring the shit out of him. “Aaahh!! Fuck, Y/n, you’re gonna give me a heart attack!” he scolded, flustered and embarrassed.
“I’m sorry, I figured you woulda heard me knocking for you to open the door. Would you help me with these bags?” you asked as you stumbled through the narrow entry way. He dashed over and took the bags off of your left arm. “Thanks! You excited about tonight?” Your eyes were shining with excitement.
Bucky bit his lip and thought for a moment. “Tonight…What’s tonight?”
“Of course you would forget. It’s only the night you promised to go with me to the best haunted forest in the whole state. You forgot we were going to dress up, too, didn’t you?” You tried to hide a smile. You were hoping he had forgotten that part, too, cause you had bought both of you costumes and were so thrilled about it.
“Oh, uh, yeah the forest. I remembered that part…” he blushed a little before adding, “I don’t have a costume. I’m sorry.”
“Yes! I’m so excited!!” You bounced around the kitchen and started unwrapping bags at lightning speed. “I have the perfect thing for us then!”
Bucky had no idea what was happening. He forgot about the forest and he didn’t have a costume and you were excited about it? He might not understand, but your face all lit up like that was more beautiful than he thought he could handle. “Ok, well good. What did you buy us?”
You held up a long black dress and a cheap black suit. “We’re gonna be the Addams! I’m gonna be Morticia, obviously. Look at how gorgeous this dress is! Ok, here’s your stuff, go get dressed and then I can help you with hair and makeup. This is going to be the best Halloween ever!” You raced out of the room, taking Bucky’s heart with you.
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Forty minutes later, you came out of your room and stood in the doorway of the living room. “Wha’d’ya think?” You gave a graceful spin and Bucky admired the dress. It was low cut in the front and he could see the tops of your breasts. As you spun, he admired the way the dress hugged your figure and the low cut back that accentuated the curve of your ass. Damn, you looked good. He took the final swig of his beer and stood up. “Stunning. I like that necklace, is that a bat on it?” He was desperately trying not to stare at your chest while he walked closer to see better.
“Yeah, not exactly what Morticia wore but I liked it well enough. Honestly, I’d rather have your hands around my throat, but the necklace will do for now.” You gave him a wicked smirk as he choked and coughed. “You look really nice in your outfit, too! Give me a spin, darling!”
“You’re going to literally kill me.” He grumbled as he spun around for you.
“I love it! You look so handsome!” You hoped tonight would give him the encouragement he needed to finally ask you out. You had been in love with Bucky for months now, and he wasn’t very subtle with his wandering eyes and flirty comments. You had tried to flirt back and drop hints, but nothing ever happened. It was like he was completely oblivious. If you could just tease him enough, maybe convince him you liked him back, he would ask you on a real date. “You know, Morticia and Gomez Addams are married, so we have to pretend to at least be dating tonight.”
Bucky’s eyes got huge. “I mean, that’s fine with me. You wanna…you wanna do my makeup or whatever and then go?” He was so nervous, he hadn’t planned on any of this tonight. The most he was hoping for tonight was to hear you sing in the shower and then watch you walk through the hallway, dripping water and looking good enough to eat. He gulped when you walked towards him, placed a hand squarely on his chest and pushed him backwards until he bumped into the kitchen table. His mind was spinning a thousand miles a minute but he wasn’t having any cohesive thoughts at all. He may as well have been drooling.
“Sit down, sweetheart. I’ve gotta fix your hair,” you said in a sultry voice. You knew exactly what you were doing to him and you loved watching his mind unravel. You brushed his hair and styled it, then grabbed your makeup kit. You walked in front of him and used your hands to hold his legs together so you could straddle them and sat down. You had purposefully bought a dress with a high slit in it so you could do this exact thing. You hadn’t really known where or when, but if the opportunity struck you wanted to be ready. And boy did it strike.
“Just a little powder and eyeliner, ok?” you asked. He nodded and kept his bright blue eyes trained on yours, the light hitting them just right and making them practically glow. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”
He shook his head. “No, not at all. But what are the rules? Is it strip club rules, completely hands off? Or…” his words seemed to dry up and you smiled.
You bent forward so your lips were brushing the shell of his ear. “You can touch anything you want to. Hands, lips, teeth, you can use them all, whatever you want, Sarge.” You bit his earlobe and he let a small, breathy moan escape, his mouth opening slightly. You sat up and grabbed your makeup and brushes. “Close your eyes for me and hold your breath.” You dusted his face with powder to make it matte and said “Ok, all done with that part.” His eyes opened again and his hands came up, cupping your ass with a firm grip. Your eyes got wide and it was his turn to smirk at you.
“Now eyeliner, right Cara Mia?” (my beloved). He slapped your ass with one hand before trailing upwards to rest his hands on your hips.
You grabbed the eyeliner and did his eyes, but before you could slip off his lap, his metal hand traveled up and squeezed your breast. His other hand slid up your back and pressed you forward so he could sink his teeth into the soft flesh peeking out the top of your dress. You mewled and he left a nice hickey ringed in teeth marks there for everyone to see. “Thank you for your help with my costume. You ready?” he asked as if nothing had happened.
You stood up, brain a foggy mess. “Yeah, I think so. Let me go get my purse.” You thought that maybe, you were going to get way more than you had bargained for when you left the Halloween store today.
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The drive over to the haunted forest was surprisingly relaxing, despite you both being horny. You turned on your spooky music playlist and the two of you sang along. It was almost enough to distract you from his hand on your thigh, holding so firmly you were sure there would be fingerprints left. The two of you parked and purchased tickets, waited your turn and finally got to go through the forest. Bucky wasn’t sure what to expect, but he figured he wouldn’t be phased by anything these people could throw at him. What he wasn’t expecting was the clause in the waiver the two of you signed that stated that the actors would be given names of people going through the forest, and could use your names whenever to scare you. So when the guide dressed as the Grim Reaper took you through a portion of the woods decorated like an abandoned insane asylum, he wasn’t expecting the girl sitting in the corner to talk to him. Or you.
“Buuuuuckkkyyyyyyyyyy,” she called in a quiet, sing-song voice. “Y/n,” she said in the same way. “Come play with me!” She jumped up and ran towards you, stopping a few feet from Bucky. You screamed and flung yourself into his arms and he spun you around so that his back was to the girl. If she was going to get one of you, he thought it should be him. The guide laughed evilly and told her to go back to her corner. Bucky opened his eyes, not remembering closing them, and sighed in relief. You let go and laughed uneasily.
“I’m not scared, but if you are you can hold my hand,” he offered, trying to be brave.
You didn’t say anything back but gripped his hand with yours and wrapped your other arm around his.
The rest of the group started walking and Bucky guided you to the middle of the pack so hopefully the rest of the actors would target other clients, which they did. The rest of the forest was fun, but you had had enough by the end of it.
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The two of you walked into the apartment, tired from the adrenaline of the forest and the raging hormones from earlier. Bucky sat down in his spot on the couch, cold beer in hand. “That was fun,” he said before taking a long drink.
You walked over to him and waited for him to be done. When he pulled the bottle from his lips, you took it from him and set it on the end table. Then, you straddled his lap again and laid against him, nestling your face in the crook of his neck. You really wanted to be held, and Bucky was happy to oblige. He leaned his head forward and pressed a kiss to your exposed shoulder where the dress had slipped over a bit. He absentmindedly picked at the high seam of the split at the top of your thigh. “I like your dress. You should wear it all year round,” he mumbled.
“Thank you. Who knew a haunted forest could be that terrifying and that exhausting?” you asked, your voice muffled. You sat back and the two of you just looked into each other’s eyes, breath syncing up and feeling connected in a way you had never felt before. His hand came up and rested at the back of your neck, gently urging you forward. He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.
He blushed and smiled at you shyly. “I like you, a lot. More than roommates or friends. Would you think about giving me a chance, maybe go out on a date with me tomorrow night?”
“Kiss me better.” You answered.
He gave you a confused look. “What?
“I’ve been waiting for months for you to ask me out. Kiss me better,” you insisted.
He kissed your nose and replied, “I’m gonna ruin that pretty makeup. But your wish is my command, Cara Mia.”
“Oh, before you do,” you interrupted. “Can I sleep with you tonight? I’m a little scared sleeping alone after the forest.” You blushed sheepishly.
"Hell, you can move into my room if you want." he grabbed your ass and kissed your throat, working his way up to your lips.
He stood up and carried you to his room, throwing you down on his bed. He crawled up over you and claimed your mouth with his. It didn’t matter that you were scared to sleep alone, he didn’t let you sleep until the sun came up and the birds were singing anyway.
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What A Peach
Summary: You decide to try out an interesting pair of legging and inadvertently cause Bucky to lose his mind. What can he say, the man loves a good peach.
Gif by @unearthlydust
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, body worship, Bucky is an ass man (dont @ me either)
A/N: Written for @sagechanoafterdark (surprise) and beta’d by the wonderful @buckyownsmylife but all mistakes are my own.
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“I don’t know, are you sure this is going to work?” you ask, not even bothering to hide the skepticism in your voice. You’ve been watching the same series of clips for the past five minutes and you’re not convinced. “Nat, I’m sure most of these are staged anyway, plus I don’t look like half these women.”
The alluring redhead snatches her phone out of your hand with a smirk. “Have you seen the way he looks at you?” She retorts, tapping her screen with a long manicured nail. “He’s going to love it.” She stares at you, daring you to disagree with her.
You roll your eyes and go back to your cart, clicking out of it, you review the return policy again. What started off as a joke led to you studying your online shopping cart, wondering if you were really going to buy some leggings because of a TikTok trend.
Nat holds her phone in front of your face, “tell me that’s not Bucky.”
Watching the eager man on the screen, you have to admit that’s how he would act. And you like it. Picturing Bucky behaving that way has your stomach in knots from anticipation, he’s already insatiable and this would tip him over the edge. Nat sees your expression change and laughs knowingly, “remember to thank me when he blows your back out.”
Two days later.
It’s been a lazy start to the day, neither of you doing much besides showering and lounging. You’re sitting on the couch with your feet on his lap. While he’s relaxed and enjoying his day off, you’ve been anxiously awaiting your package. Discreetly tracking it for the past hour and now it’s only two stops away. Glancing over the top of your phone, you look at Bucky, chewing on your bottom lip, wondering how he manages to look so good first thing in the morning.
His blue eyes fixate on the tv, pink lips parted as he watches the Fellowship of the Ring for the second time this week. A three-day-old stubble on his angular cheeks, his hair mussed from sleep.
Since you didn’t plan on going anywhere today, you’re in his teal Henley and panties while he has on your favorite pair of gray sweatpants. His dog tags resting on his broad chest, clanking softly as he leans forward, engrossed in the movie.
One more stop. Oh, you’re excited. So close. You must have made a noise because he glances over at you, his lips turning up in a wide smile, “whatcha doing doll?” He asks.
You hide your face behind your phone, mumbling “Nothing.” Damn his enhanced hearing.
Bucky tilts his head, quirking a brow. “Nothing” he repeats, pausing the movie when you giggle. He grabs your ankle with his large hand, “tell me or else, doll.” His playful tone warning you he’s seconds away from tackling you.
Before he can pull you towards him, the doorbell chimes. “I’ll get it.” You scramble off his lap, inadvertently kicking him in the stomach, making him oof.
“Sorry,” you say over your shoulder, running to the hallway. Flinging the door open, you grab the box from the delivery person with a “thanks” and close it behind you. Tucking the brown package under your arm, you spin on your heel, heading for the bedroom.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, where are you going and what’s that?” Bucky inquires, leaning over the back of the couch, one arm dangling over the side, his amused blue eyes raking over you.
You really should have planned better, you don’t respond, trying to think of a way to get upstairs and change. If you hadn’t been wine drunk with Natasha, you would have thought to have it delivered tomorrow. He watches you shift your weight onto one foot with growing amusement and a tinge of suspicion.
“Come here, doll,” he demands, gesturing with his vibranium finger.
“Bucky, I-,” you break off, sprinting up the stairs. His huff of shocked laughter following you. “Finish your movie, Buck-,” you yell.
He spots your phone on the cushion; he chuckles to himself, thinking of how easy it would be to take a peek. Instead, Bucky settles back on the couch, propping his feet up on the coffee table. Leaving it untouched, knowing you’ll tell him your secret, eventually.
You come back down a few minutes later and prop your feet back up on his lap. He gives you a questioning glance, but you only shrug innocently. “Alright, doll,” he says, studying you out of the corner of his eye with a low hum.
The morning drags on for hours as you try to hide your excitement. Nervous energy rolling off you in waves. Bucky continues to observe you quietly, his interest piqued, he knows something has you riled up and he can’t deny how cute you are whenever you get like this.
Around noon, after a few rounds of teasing you, trying to get to you give him a hint, he reluctantly leaves you to go work on your car after you not so subtly ask him when he’s going for the fifth time. He smiles at your giddy goodbye, almost laughing again when you practically shove him into the garage.
With Bucky out of the way, you quickly find the leggings you hid in the closet and pull them out of the clear plastic wrapping. Unsure of what color to get, you opted for the dark gray pair with the honeycomb design and high waistband.
They look a little smaller than you expected. Putting your legs in, you awkwardly hop on the carpeted floor as you struggle to pull them up. After a few near falls, you get the tight stretchy material over your hips. Smoothing your hands down your thighs, you’re surprised at how well they fit.
Holding up the back of his shirt, you marvel at how they curve around your ass, lifting and supporting you in a way that has you giving your reflection a double-take. Twisting from side to side, you can’t believe how you look from every angle. “Magic,” you mutter aloud, “Has to be magic.”
You grab a handful of his shirt, tying it into a knot in the front so that it doesn’t hang over your butt. With one last look, you give in to the urge to smack your own ass before walking down to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, you grab a few things to make lunch and place them on the counter. Your plan is to show off the goods, make him lunch, and have an afternoon quickie.
The sounds of him working travel through the closed door leading to the garage. You lean over the counter, practicing some poses you saw on the clips. Remembering one video, in particular, you arch your back and go up on your tiptoes.
Taking a deep breath, you shout, “Bucky, lunch is almost ready.”
The loud clanking stops, you hear his footsteps approach the door and you drop your gaze to the food. The door creaks open and your heart races. Moment of truth. You bite your lip, eyes scrunched shut as you wait for him.
Bucky strolls in, wiping his hands off with an old gray towel, “I’m starving-…” his voice tapers off when he sees you. Fuck, he sees you. In one of his favorite positions, normally he would prefer you to be naked, but something looks a little different.
His eyes drift down your back to your- oh. A million thoughts race through his rapidly malfunctioning brain. “God damn,” he breathes out after a full minute of gawking at you.
“What the- how, damn doll,” he groans appreciatively, his blue eyes focused on your ass, “What the fuck, you look good. Shit, you’re always sexy but what did you to that ass,”
Your face burns from his praise, and you wiggle your hips. He lets out a low whistle followed by another round of praises.
Bucky saunters over to you, whipping his phone out of his back pocket, “stay just like that,” he orders, you giggle in your hand when he takes several pictures, “damn,” he repeats with every snap. “I didn’t think you could get prettier, but damn. You know I can’t let you leave the house, right?.”
When he gets closer, he tosses his phone on the counter and slaps your ass. Hard. Moaning vulgarly when it jiggles from the force of his hand and he does it over and over until you cry out softly he knows how much you love it when he gets like this.
His head dips for a quick bite of your cheek, “I love these, doll, love your ass even more,” he points out, accentuating his words with another slap.
“Bucky” you yelp, feeling the sting ripple across your skin.
He fondles your cheeks, “Don’t ‘Bucky me’ doll, not when you’re out here looking like a goddamn snack,” he mutters squeezing you, “where did you get these and how many did you buy?”
Not waiting for your answer, he places his hands on your hips and spins you around until you’re facing him. His darkened blue eyes brimming with infatuation and yearning, “You’re beautiful, you know that?”
“I love you,” He grasps your chin, “but now you have to pay for teasing me like this.” He reaches behind you, knocking everything off the counter, the food and containers tumbling to the floor.
You cough out a shocked, “Bucky!”
“Forget the food, doll, I’m having you for lunch,” he smirks, placing his hands under your shirt, his thumbs circling your nipples until they harden under the rough pads of his fingers.
His lips slot over yours, a passionate, slow kiss, his tongue leisurely exploring your mouth until you melt into him, your hands in his hair, pulling him closer.
Deepening the kiss, he drops his hands between your thighs, pushing them apart, he tugs at the inner seams of your leggings. You jerk your head back at the sound of fabric ripping.
“Oh, no you don’t, “he mutters, capturing your mouth again before your protest can leave your lips. You quickly forget to be upset when his warm finger slides through your dripping folds, teasing your bud until you ache for more.
He pulls away, grinning smugly at your whine. He can’t wait, god you’re always sexy, but something about you wrapped up in these leggings like a damn birthday gift out of wet dream has him almost feral with need.
Bucky grips his shaft, freeing himself from his sweatpants, letting the material pool around his feet. You lean back, spreading your thighs. Your breath falters when his darkened eyes move up to your face.
“I can’t even think right now, doll,” he rasps out, his voice thick with need, hurriedly sliding his swollen head through your folds, drenching himself in your slick, “This is what you did to me,” he continues thrusting into you, quick and hard, stretching your velvety walls with each inch.
You fall to your elbows, moaning when he bottoms out, the slight burn giving way to pleasure when he rolls his hips. Bucky stares down at you, his hands gripping your thighs, he stills inside of you.
“Wait, no,” he says, pulling out of your warmth. He ignores your confused protest, pulling you down off the counter.
He spins you, bending you over the smooth surface, his large hand pushing down on your back until your chest is flat on the surface, ass in the air, your head turned to the side as you pant.
“That’s better.” He states, “much better.”
Lifting your hips, he slams back into your core, your warm, tight heat enveloping him with each rough thrust. Bucky concentrates on your ass bouncing as his pace builds. “I’m buying you one in every color,” he decides, unable to handle how good you look right now. “Every fucking color,” he declares.
“Yes, Bucky,” you sob. The way he’s fucking you right now, you would have agreed to wear the damn things on your head if he asked. Your nails bite into the skin of your palm when he grinds his hips into you.
“Fuck you’re good,” he praises, “so good.” His stomach tensing whenever you clench down over him. You feel every ridge of him when he pulls out, layers of pleasure building with every stroke. Your hands scramble over the granite surface, trying to find something to hold on to, needing to ground yourself.
“That’s it, doll,” he says over your moans, “take it.” Bucky leans over, angling deeper in your throbbing pussy, caging you under his large body as he pins your wrists down. You can’t move, the smooth counter pressing into your chest, his dog tags dangling over your back,
“Oh, oh yes” you mewl, words slurring as you lose yourself in the sensations.
“You’re only wearing these inside this house,” he swears, dark and low, in your ear. His hips snapping into yours, kissing your neck, “Only. These.” Punctuating his words with two more deep thrusts that send you arching into him.
You try to respond, but then he kicks your legs further apart, slapping your ass again. Sharp broken sobs spill out, pressure building hard and fast, when his thick digits find your clit. “You’re gonna cum for me right now,” he murmurs.
Your addled brain only hears cum for me, stars exploding behind your eyelids as the coils snap. Your spasming walls clench down, his name ending in a strangled wail, dragging him back into your body because he feels too damn good to let go.
“Good girl, there you go, that’s my girl,” Bucky kisses your back, your soft skin slick and salt-tinged on his lips, waiting for you to recover. When you release a shuddering breath, body limp and relaxed under him, he eases out of your slick cunt, trying to hold back a groan when the cool air hits his cock. Still heavy and hard.
“Now I wanna see how these leggings look when you ride me.”
You blearily glance over your shoulder and he smirks down at you, his hand wrapped around his shaft. “Kitchen floor or couch?” You know by his tone, he really means which one first because he’s going to have you on both.
You do thank Nat much, much later, when you’re finally able to form a semi-coherent sentence.
The very next day, you come home to find Bucky sitting on the couch with a pair of scissors in his hand, a large open box on the coffee table.
“Hey doll,” he utters distractedly, not looking up as you walk into the room. You freeze when you round the couch, your bag slipping from your hand. Almost a dozen of those leggings, all different colors and patterns, piled up beside him, but it’s the pair on his lap that captures your attention.
Closing your eyes, you pinch the bridge of your nose, “Bucky.”
“Hmm,” he hums in response, his tongue between his teeth as he carefully cuts out the crotch of the neon pink leggings.
“You’re not-” you huff.
“Oh, I am.” Bucky’s eyes flicker over to you with a wicked gleam, “now you can’t complain about me ripping holes in your clothes.”
Furrowing your brows, you sputter, “that’s not the point- Bucky, you can’t just-”
“Like I said now you can’t complain.” He tosses the pair on the pile next to him and reaches for another set. “Oh, and I fixed your panties too.”
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𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡 ; 𝗯𝘂𝗰𝗸𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘀
summary┃the amount of times you and bucky have seen each other masturbating is alarmingly high. might as well do it together.
pairing┃roommate!bucky x f!reader
word count┃2,920 words
warnings┃masturbation, mutual masturbation, use of toys [vibrator], lots of lube, dirty talk, general nakedness, bucky edging you, praise kink, slight authority kink, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, lots of teasing, slight mocking — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI
notes┃not to be vulgar but i want him to destroy my pussy 😃✌🏻
The first time it happened, you were mortified. Hiding your face in your hands as Bucky laughed from the other side of the kitchen counter. You wanted the Earth to open up and swallow you.
“The walls are paper thin and your vibrator isn’t exactly,” he smirked, “quiet.”
You felt your entire body flush, skin on fire from utter embarrassment as Bucky called you out on hearing you masturbate.
It’s not like he did much to hide it either though.
“At least I don’t moan every five seconds like you,” you hissed back playfully as Bucky’s face dropped.
“I always assumed you were asleep,” he mumbles, a slight blush creeping up his neck as you feel your confidence slowly growing back.
“And what do you think wakes me up?” You chide back as Bucky folds his arms over his chest.
His naked chest.
“Well we clearly have to come up with a system.” Bucky jokes before the conversation slowly drifts to topics other than masturbation.
The first time you had actually caught him, you felt your heart nearly drop out of your ass as you walked into Bucky’s room with your phone in your hand.
You were hoping to get his opinion on something.
Instead you were met with his hand wrapped around his cock.
“Bucky can you—oh my God!” You dropped your head, covering your eyes as your mouth fell agape.
“Hey babes, what’s up?” He was so nonchalant, as if his cock wasn’t out for you to see and the porn video still faintly playing on his phone screen.
“Buck—I-I,” you stuttered, walking backwards and slamming the door behind you.
“Where’ya goin’!” You finally let your hands drop from your eyes as you stare at the door in disbelief.
“Bucky your entire dick was out! What do you mean, where am I going?” You were shocked, your friendship effectively ruined as you hear shuffling before the door swings open.
At least he has boxers on.
“Tit for tat?” Bucky smirks, leaning against the doorframe as your face still shows your shock.
“Oh c’mon Sweets,” he flicks your nose gently, “now there’s nothing left to your imagination.” He winks, brushing past you and into the washroom where the shower was started and he would undoubtedly resume his activity.
You had to admit, while it was a massive shock, the image of Bucky’s cock was burned into your memory.
It didn’t help that Bucky was hot. It also didn’t help that you could hear him and could hear all the filthy things he would say during the occasional hook up he had.
Seeing his cock didn’t help the throbbing between your thighs either.
It was a hot summer night in an apartment that didn’t have air conditioning—your window open as the soft breeze cooled you for a second.
Horny and hot. Hot and horny and yet you were out of luck as vibrator died and you had forgotten to pick up batteries from the convenience store.
Your hands travelled down your panty clad body and you sighed when you finally applied pressure to your clit.
It was too hot for anything else, nipples hard as your duvet lay bunched at the end of the bed—legs spread open as you relaxed against your pillows.
He consumed your thoughts as you slipped your fingers under your panties and through your folds—there would be no teasing tonight.
A year and a half of living with him, a year and a half of watching him do push-ups on the living room floor, emerge from the shower in nothing but a towel, hear him grunt as he buried his cock inside of the girl he brought home from the bar.
A shiver went down your spine as you slipped your fingers inside of you, trying hard to reach that sweet spot.
Your mouth fell open and suddenly, you couldn’t stop Bucky’s name from leaving your lips as you squirmed under your own touch.
“Sweets, what is it?” A groggy, sleepy Bucky stood in your doorway as you gasped, shooting up into a sitting position as you tried to cover yourself.
“What the fuck?” You whisper yelled in shock, Bucky’s tired eyes going wide as he trained them to the floor as you grabbed your blanket.
“Well you were calling my name, but I can see why now,” he smirked, shamelessly adjusting his dick in his shorts.
You fell back against the bed with a frustrated groan, “I was so close.”
This wasn’t going to help your mood, frustrations growing from your failed and rejected orgasm.
“By all means, don’t let me stop you.” He smirks, spinning on his heels and walking back to his bedroom where you can hear the squeaks of his bed springs as he no doubt throws himself on the mattress.
You stare at your ceiling, heart still beating away in your chest, watching the fan blades spinning rapidly before you hear the distinct sound of Bucky’s low groan.
If he didn’t let you finish, you sure as hell weren’t about to let him.
You jumped out of bed, not bothering to put a shirt on because, well, not like he hasn’t already seen everything.
“Hey asshole!” You yelled, knocking your fist on his door, “if I don’t come, then you don’t either.”
Suddenly, he went quiet. Shuffling on the other side before the door opened to a naked Bucky.
You had to remind yourself to keep your eyes on his.
“What if we both come?” His question confuses you, eyebrows furrowed as you cock your head to the side.
“If we both come, then it’s a win-win, right?” He asks and you have no choice but to nod your head.
“Yeah, but—“ you don’t finish your sentence before Bucky’s tugging you into his room by your wrist, a small squeak leaving you before you’re both bouncing onto his bed.
“Just hear me out, Sweets.” He smiles, letting you get comfortable before you’re both on your backs looking at his rickety ceiling fan.
“What if we just both,” he clears his throat, “masturbate together?”
He doesn’t seem to confident, but the proposition leaves your breath hitching as you can see the way his cock twitches.
“That seems...fair,” you don’t sound so confident either, afraid of ruining the friendship.
But that seems to have gone to shit pretty quick.
You lick your lips, turning your head to face Bucky as he’s already looking at you.
“Yeah,” you nod your head, “okay.”
He smiles, reaching into his beside table, coming back with a bottle of lube and offering you some.
“If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right,” he scoffs, squeezing some into your palm before doing the same for him.
You take a moment to admire him, his flesh hand going to wrap around his cock as his metal prosthetic is barely touching your thigh.
The lube is cold, a soft gasp passing through your lips as you spread it over yourself.
It doesn’t take much to get your breathing ragged as Bucky rubs the head of his cock and moans almost directly in your ear.
“Bucky,” you whisper as he turns his head to you, “can you put your arm over me? It’s really hot.”
He smiles again, complying as he drapes the thick and heavy arm against your tummy. You moan at the coolness against your hot skin as your legs drop against his.
“Better?” He rasps, “much.” You reply.
Your breathing catches in your throat, moan replacing it when your fingers find your clit. You can hear Bucky’s ragged breaths as he lets out a curse.
“Fuck, Sweets why didn’t we start doin’ this sooner?” He groans, hearing the way he’s stroking his cock.
You hope it’s a rhetorical question because you’re far too focused on the bubbling feeling of your orgasm as you glance at the way his cock stands tall in his grasp.
“God, Bucky,” his name comes as a long, drawn out whimper.
“‘M gonna come,” you sigh, on the brink of your peak as Bucky’s mouth falls open.
“Go on Sweets, you deserve it,” his voice is low and hoarse as the heavy weight of his metal arm adds that bit of pressure to your lower tummy before the feeling finally snaps.
Your legs tighten around your own hand as you sink deeper into the bed, enjoying the strength of your orgasm before Bucky’s pants and grunts take your attention and you’re watching him paint his toned chest.
There’s nothing you can really say as you catch your breath, realizing just what’s happened.
But you’ve never been left more satisfied, turning to face Bucky who looks starstruck and in awe.
“This might be my best idea yet, Sweets,” he smirks, voice still hoarse from the late hour in the night as you roll your eyes playfully.
“I hate agree with you, Barnes, but yeah,” you’re still out of breath. “This was a damn good idea.”
You don’t spent the night, you don’t see any reason to. Slowly, crawling out of his bed and into the bathroom silently anxiously awaiting what he say in the morning.
Most importantly, if he would regret it.
That morning came, a mug of your favourite beverage in hand as Bucky stumbled out of the shower in nothing but his fucking towel.
“So last night was fun,” he smirked and leave it to Bucky Barnes and his God complex to fuel his ego.
“I think we should turn it into a regular thing,” he then adds, venturing into his bedroom but keeping the door open as he dropped his towel exposing his bare ass.
Not like you’ve never seen it.
“What, you wanna have a masturbation schedule?” You’re half joking as he pulls on a pair of boxers and turns around rolling his eyes at your comment playfully.
“No, not a schedule. But whenever we’re in the mood, we just...masturbate together,” he offers, coming into the kitchen to grab orange juice out of the fridge.
You have to think on his words, quickly trying to weigh out the pro’s and con’s but the only thing that comes to mind is how hard you came last night.
“Deal.” You finally say, outstretching your hand for him to shake.
“It’s a deal then, Sweets.”
Part of you thought that it would never happen again, that this was just another one of Bucky’s outrageous ideas, but it did.
It happened again, and again, and again until became such a normal part of your routine that neither of you batted an eye at it.
There were weeks where you were particularly insatiable, but Bucky never complained. There were also weeks were Bucky needed a little bit more attention and you were happy to help.
It turned into something so natural, something that fulfilled you that you stopped trying to find lame hookups and awkward dates.
You didn’t realize the time when your phone vibrated, a text from Bucky displayed on the screen.
The text would’ve caught you off guard months ago, but no you just fished for your vibrator before skipping into Bucky’s room and throwing yourself onto his bed.
“That was fast,” he chuckled as you shrugged your shoulders, “could say the same about you.” You winked playfully as he scoffed.
You shimmied your pants and underwear down, tossing your shirt over your head as Bucky just removed his covers to his already hardening cock.
That was something you’d never get used to. The only thing that was going through your head was his cock and the way it would feel inside of you.
“Hey, um, I was thinkin’ we could maybe try something new tonight?” Bucky squeaked, a departure from his usual cocky and confident nature.
You propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him, giving him a look that said go on.
“I was thinkin’ that maybe tonight,” he seemed nervous as he bit his lip. “That we could help each other out more.”
You were surprised at his words, your stomach flipping when you connected the dots to what it was that he wanted to try.
And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited.
“Yeah,” you nodded your head, “okay.”
He smiled, letting you lie back down against his pillow.
“Just relax for me, Sweets, I’ll take care of you tonight.” He whispered, words gentle and soft as you felt him spreading your legs.
“Do you think you can do what I tell you, Sweets?” There’s a sudden shift in his tone, voice low as his words rumble.
You nod your head, eyes closed in anticipation as you can feel yourself growing wetter.
“Okay, I want you to start slow, yeah? Use your fingers baby, get yourself nice and warmed up.” He cooes, watching as you let your fingers fall between your legs.
You run them through your folds, collecting your slick as you tease your clit with light touches while you feel Bucky’s hands massaging your thighs.
“Good girl, Sweets. Just like that, nice and slow—want you to hear just how wet you get.” You’d never heard this Bucky before, but it made your stomach flip in excitement as you played with yourself.
“Bet that feels good, doesn’t it?” He teases, his hands travelling up your tummy until they’re on your breast making you mewl under him.
“Uh uh, I didn’t say you could have your fingers yet, did I Sweets?” He stops your hand by your wrist, tugging it back up to your clit as you shudder at the sudden authority in his voice.
“I know you want them, but I think you’ll enjoy mine stuffing you just a little more,” he purrs, kissing your shoulder as his metal hand travels back down to where you’re circling your clit.
“Look at that, soaked already?” He taunts, coating his fingers with you before he’s teasing your entrance.
It’s getting harder to focus on your clit, wanting you fall back and enjoy the way Bucky’s cold, thick, and heavy fingers feel against you.
“Oh Sweets, I didn’t give you permission to stop playing with yourself.” He almost mocks, your chest falling and rising quickly as you let out a whine.
“Good girl, just like that. Nice and slow while I stretch you out.” His words hit you hard, fingers sinking into you as you let out an obscene moan.
He feels so much better than your own fingers—longer and thicker as they can reach that one spot you never could on your own.
“I can feel you squeezin’ me, but you can’t come just yet.” He whispers, slowly pumping them in and out of you—curling against you g-spot.
You’re biting your lip so hard you think you’ll have permanent indents from your teeth by the time the night is done.
“How do my fingers feel, Sweets?” He teases, “do you feel full? Absolutely stuffed?”
His words, the way his fingers are fucking you, and your own fingers are too much as you feel yourself getting closer and closer.
“Bucky, please. I-I wanna come,” you whimper, head lolling to the side as your toes curl into his mattress.
You open your eyes, mouth open as you see the way he’s got his one hand wrapped around his own cock—pumping himself while the other is knuckle deep inside of you.
It only makes your walls flutter around him, a silent plea to let you come.
“I know Sweets I know,” his fingers still inside of you, “but it’s gonna feel so much better this way.” You shiver when you realize what he’s doing.
He’s edging you—building it up just to let it dissipate until he does it all over again.
“Bucky,” you’re not past begging if it’ll get his fingers moving again.
He smirks, looking down at you before he’s moving his fingers again. It doesn’t take long for the feeling to build back up again until...
“Not just yet, Sweets.” You groan, whining as he stops your own hand against your clit so you’re left lying there with an aching core.
You try to move your hips upwards, but Bucky’s much stronger and keeps them planted against the bed.
“One more Sweets, just one more,” he promises, starting to move his fingers inside of you again.
“Go on, use your fingers, I’ll tell you when to stop.” You do what he says, rubbing your clit until you feel his hand around your wrist again.
“You’re doin’ so good,” he purrs, his own cock leaking pre-cum as he removes his flesh hand from your wrist to wrap it around himself.
Your skin feels like it’s on fire, right on the brink of your orgasm as he slowly starts to tease you with his fingers again.
“I know, Sweets, I can feel how badly you need to come,” he rasps, stroking his cock as he plunges his fingers deeper and deeper while your fingers are on your clit.
“Oh that’s it, come for me. Need you to come for me,” he groans as you let yourself go, feeling the scorching hot pleasure run through your body as Bucky moans—painting his chest with his cum.
Your body is still shuddering with aftershocks, limbs light as you find the strength to open your eyes and look at Bucky and his pink parted lips.
“That was fun,” you whisper, Bucky turning his head to face you with a sly smile.
“Maybe tomorrow we can try something else, I have a feeling my cock might feel better than my fingers.”
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𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 | 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬
Summary: You are properly welcomed to the block by your new neighbor.
Pairing: dilf!neighbor!Bucky Barnes x f!reader (ft. two Barnes children, Rebecca and unnamed son)
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: NSFW SMUT (18+, MINORS DNI), mention of divorce, riding, spanking, just a hint of switch!bucky, finger sucking. Reader can be any race!
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In the first month of living in your new home, you immediately started noticing a change in your demeanor. You were away from your old place, living alone for the first time in years. You didn’t have your shitty ex to think about or take care of. You had nobody but yourself to depend on, and you loved every second of it.
You would sit on your porch every morning, on furniture you’d thrifted within your first week of moving in, sipping your coffee and watch the kids across the street play. It was a boy with his younger sister, both of them no older than seven. They were early birds, no doubt. You’d be up as early at 8AM on a Monday, and they’d be out there, chasing each other, play wrestling, or drawing with chalk on the driveway. You didn’t mind; seeing kids comfortable enough to play in their yards was a good sign to you. It meant the neighborhood was safe.
It wasn’t until a month after you moved in that the children actually said something to you. You were in the middle of a book your friend had recommended to you when you heard the patter of little footsteps go from across the street and straight to you. “I like your book,” you were snapped out of your imagination at the sound of a little girl’s voice. You lifted your head and were greeted by the little girl you’d been seeing play with her brother almost every day.
“Thank you,” you said, smiling, “I like your hair.”
“I’m Becca.” The girl said, her brother chasing after her from across the street.
“Becca! Daddy said we can’t talk to strangers.” The boy said, grabbing his sister’s hand and looking directly at you.
“That’s a very good rule your daddy set for you. You’re a good big brother.” You said, sensing a little hostility from the child. He seemed to warm up to you instantly, showing a shy smile.
You smiled back, setting down your book and introducing yourself to the children.
“What are you two doing over here?” You heard a man say from behind the three of you. You tried not to audibly gasp at the sight of him. He was tall and built, nearly three times your size in muscle. He had his hands on his hips and a stern look on his face, ready to scold. “You two know the rules. You stay in our yard when you play. This isn’t our yard.”
“Sorry, daddy.” They said in unison.
The man took both of his kids in his arms, lifting them up in a big hug. You wondered if he could pick you up like that. “Go back inside, breakfast is ready.” He said to his children. He set them down and kept an eye on them as they ran inside. “I’m sorry about them. They love meeting new people.”
“It’s not a problem.” You said, “They’re sweet.”
“I’m Bucky,” he said as you stood up, now noticing how much taller he is than you. “Welcome to the neighborhood.”
“Thank you,” you said, “You have wonderful children. You and your wife are very lucky.”
“I wish you’d tell her that,” he said, “I haven’t seen her since Becca was a baby.”
You tilted your head, “What?”
“Yeah, one day she just... up and left. No warning. Nothing except the divorce papers a few weeks later.”
You brought your hand to his bicep, “Oh, you poor baby,” you said, your heart hurting for him. Your words just came out, and you hoped it didn’t sound like you were mocking him. You were genuinely upset for him, having to raise two kids all by himself.
He probably hadn’t been with a woman in so long…
Bucky felt his cock twitch at your tone, surprised by your behavior and welcoming it. You had definitely just awakened something in him, though he wasn’t entirely sure what it was. “Um…” Bucky started, trying to gather his thoughts, “Sorry, again. It was nice to meet you.” He made his way back to his house and you took a deep, long breath.
Now more than ever, you were glad to have moved to this neighborhood. If not for the fresh start, then for the new eye candy across the street.
Your day went along as normal, sending emails to your colleagues, making meals, doing your dishes, budgeting for the month. You felt independent. You felt good.
That evening, you sat on the couch, a glass of wine in hand and a movie on your television. You were just about ready to check out for the night when you heard a knock at your door.
Who could be trying to see you at such a late hour?
Clad in a large t-shirt and a skimpy pair of shorts, you made your way to the door, only to be greeted by Bucky once again.
“Bucky, hi!” you said, surprised, “Is there something I can help you with?”
“Listen to me, because I’m only going to say this once.” He said, “I haven’t been with a woman in four years. I tried online dating, blind dating, all that shit, and it just didn’t work. But you-“ he traced patterns along your arms, “you just came out of nowhere.”
You could feel the goosebumps start to form on your skin as he continued to touch you, his fingers tracing over very promiscuous areas.
“You can say no if you want to, and I’ll pretend this never happened.” He said, coming closer and closer to you, your faces centimeters apart. You said nothing in response, mesmerized and in disbelief this was happening. He took your hand and placed it on the bulge in his pants. “You see what you do to me, angel? Can’t get the image of fucking you outta my head.”
Within seconds, his lips met your neck, and you threw your head back in ecstasy, eliciting a moan from you. You brought him inside immediately, hearing him mutter filthy swears under his breath at the feeling of your hand still on his cock.
“Take me right now, on the couch.” You muttered.
Bucky sighed into your mouth, hungrier than ever for a taste of you. He couldn’t get you out of his head all day, no matter how hard he tried. Imagining his hands on your frame, you moaning his name, all from a little encounter that morning. The way you pouted for him, your words ringing in his ears, “Oh, you poor baby.” Sympathy. Something he hadn’t felt in years. A sign that someone cared about him.
He stripped off his clothes, putting his throbbing hard cock on display for you. You ignored the initial shudder at the size of him, you were going to make him fit. You quickly took off your pajamas and underwear and straddled him on the couch as he brought his thumb to your hungry clit, teasing you with light, small rubs.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he said, admiring your core, “and it’s all mine.” You grinded onto his lap as he brought his hand down to forcefully smack your ass, the pain of the sting quickly being replaced with pleasure. Sick of the teasing, you brought his cock to your center, slowly taking every inch of him in then bouncing up and down. “Oh fuck, that’s it.” Bucky groaned, the feeling of your walls around him nearly bringing him to his climax, “You’re so fucking hot, bouncing on my cock like that.”
You tried to keep your composure, wiping the sweat off of your face, but he really was hitting the right spot in you. You could barely form a sentence, you were completely dumb on his cock. Bucky took one hand on your waist and the other on your ass for leverage, watching you move up and down on his cock and replicating your movements with his hands, as if he were using you as his own personal fucktoy.
“Show me how you fuck me,” he whispered, gripping onto your skin harder and lessening his movements. He was going to make you work, but you didn’t care. You grabbed onto his shoulders, shifting your body back and forth, riding him until you were nothing but a moaning mess. You felt your insides tingle at the feeling of his hands on you, him inside you, and his hot breath against your neck. You kept riding him, as if it were your job, earning several praises and moans from him, which sounded like music to your years.
“You feel so good on my cock, baby girl.”
“Oh yeah, ride me just like that.”
“Right there, baby, right there.”
He slapped your ass yet again, the sting bringing a smile to your face this time. Your tits were at his eye level, and he brought one of your nipples to his mouth. The feeling of his warm tongue against your breast driving you absolutely wild. The moans coming out of your mouth were getting louder, more powerful. Bucky took his hand off of your waist and brought it to your lips. “Suck,” he commanded, and you brought his index and middle finger into your mouth, mimicking the movements you would make if it were his cock. “Thatta girl.” He cooed, and you were unsure if this was still actually happening. He was like a godsend, doing everything you wanted a man to do to you, touching your body like he knew every inch of it, and bringing you to that glorious edge.
You were doing everything for him and more; Bucky could completely have his way with you and you’d let him, and that was what drove him wild. You gripped onto his shoulders harder, squeezing at the feeling of your orgasm approaching. He brought the fingers that were just in your mouth down to your clit, rubbing hard circles into it as he pounded harder. “Yes, yes, yes,” you moaned with every thrust, knowing you’d snap at any given second. You hunched over, your face buried into his neck. “Cum for me, princess,” he commanded, and within seconds, you felt the coil snap, your walls clenching around him and feeling a sense of euphoria. You were seeing stars at this point, knowing that you could become addicted to something that felt that good.
“Oh god, oh shit, oh fuck-“ Bucky groaned as he pulled out of you and began to stroke himself, white, hot strings of his seed landing on your ass and lower back. You were still coming down from your high as he connected your lips with his for a long, passionate kiss. “I could get used to this,” he chuckled, massaging your ass where he slapped it multiple times.
You smiled in response, bringing your head to his shoulder, “Well, you know where to find me.”
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