#bucky barnes fic
summer days and sundresses
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
request: “maybe Bucky’s kryptonite are sundresses. He can’t control his reaction since he has feelings for the reader but never voiced them. It makes him act when he see’s others reactions and leads to pent up sexual tension sex because the both have been dancing around each other not admitting their feelings. SMUT and fluff please!” - @msunravelled
word count: 2.5k
warnings: smut, unprotected sex, fingering, handjob, swearing, semi-public sex, definite sundress kink, exhibitionism kinda, minors DNI
“Morning, Buck.” Steve and Natasha chorused as Bucky walked into the kitchen. He gave them a sleepy smile before making a bowl of cereal.
He joined the both of them at the island. “So, you have any plans today?” Steve asked, looking towards Bucky. He shook his head, still barely awake. “Come on, Barnes. It’s our day off. You should go out and do something. Maybe you could finally ask out you-know-who.” Natasha said, smirking at Bucky.
Bucky instantly straightened up in his seat and glanced around the room to make sure you were nowhere to be seen. The pair couldn’t help but giggle at his wide-eyed expression.
“She could hear you.” Bucky hissed. Bucky wasn’t normally super paranoid or jumpy, everything was different with you. Everyone knew Bucky was head over heels for you, well everyone except you.
“Why don’t you ask her out? You’ve liked her for two years. I guarantee she likes you too, but she won’t be single forever.” Steve explained.
The only thing that scared Bucky more than confessing his feelings was seeing you with another man.
The chemistry between the two of you was undeniable. You both had come so close to finally confessing, but it never happened. The team had been rooting for you both to finally get together.
They noticed the giddy smiles on your faces when you were alone together. They noticed how your eyes always found each other from across the room. They noticed how you both danced around your feelings for two years.
Then, you walked in.
Bucky was fucking mesmerized. He froze in his seat as his eyes trailed over your floral sundress. “Good morning guys.” You said, with a kind smile.
“Wow,” Bucky mumbled under his breath. He noticed how his heart sped up as he laid eyes on you. The dress ended right below your ass and fit you perfectly.
“You look amazing. This dress is gorgeous. Wouldn’t you say so Barnes?” Natasha started with a genuine compliment, but was always acting as a wingwoman.
Bucky choked on his cup of coffee, and he felt his face become eight different shades of red. “What? Do you not like it?” You asked. You had picked the dress out specifically hoping Bucky would like it, and you were really worried that it had the opposite effect.
“No no no. It’s great, it really is.” He rambled, having to mentally remind himself to look at your eyes and nothing else.
Bucky was reminded of why he had never asked you out: you made Bucky nervous, really nervous.
All he wanted to do was tell you how pretty you were and kiss you. Every time he tried to ask you out, he would say the wrong thing. Two years of pining had really gotten to him. There was no pressure towards the beginning, but now he wanted it all to be perfect.
You and Bucky knew how to perfectly press each other’s buttons. No one knew whether or not you both did it on purpose.
“I’m going to go out with some friends. I’ll see you all later.” You said, smiling as you left the compound.
“What the fuck am I going to do?” Bucky muttered under his breath. He ran his fingers through his hair, tugging on the strands. The stool squeaked against the floor as Bucky forcefully stood off and marched towards his room.
“Have fun with your cold shower, Barnes.” Natasha joked, unable to keep the smirk off her face. Bucky’s response was simple: his middle finger flying up as he walked away.
Somehow everyday it got harder for Bucky to keep his feelings a secret. Sometimes that was because all he wanted to do was pull you into his arms and tell you how much you meant to him. Sometimes it was because he wanted to pin you against the wall and make you scream his name. At this moment, it was the latter.
After a very long shower, Bucky knew he needed a distraction.
He headed out the side doors of the compound and walked over to the outside gym, where there were various weights and training equipment.
When a car pulled up in the driveway, it naturally took Bucky’s attention. He quickly noticed you in the passenger seat, and then he noticed a guy in the drivers seat. He felt his fists clench at his side as he watched the man’s gaze.
This mystery guy was having a hard time not letting his eyes roll down your chest. Finally, after what felt like years to Bucky, you got out of the car and the mysterious man drove away.
You quickly noticed Bucky outside. He was the only one around and he was shirtless, so it’s no surprise he caught your attention.
“Hey, James.” You said, giggling as you walked up to him. Bucky groaned and tried to hide his smile. He placed down his weights and took a sip of his water. “I told you not to call me that.” He said, leaning back against the cold, concrete walls of the compound.
Bucky hated when everyone called him James, but something in him almost found it cute when you did it. He couldn’t let you or anyone else know that though.
He could hear his heartbeat in his ears as you walked closer to him. “That’s a really pretty dress.” Bucky said, surprised that he actually said it out loud.
You gave him a small appreciate smile. Neither of you knew what to say. Bucky’s mind raced as he tried to come up with something to say.
“So how was your date?” He asked, the words once again coming out of his mouth before he thought them through. He wanted to hit himself in the face. He knew it made him sound jealous, but it just slipped out.
He waited, anxiously, for your reaction. You just stood there with your eyebrows furrowed, until you finally realized what he meant. “That wasn’t a date, Bucky.” You assured him. He breathed a sigh of relief.
“Why do you seem so relieved that it wasn’t a date?” You asked, a small smirk forming on your face. For the first time, you were taking a step towards confessing your feelings, or getting Bucky to confess his.
Bucky's eyes went wide. Part of him thought he misheard you.
He couldn’t come up with a single coherent thought, so he stood there in silence.
It forced you to make the next move.
You took a few more steps towards him, so you were only inches apart. You placed your hands on each of his shoulders. You were reminded that he was shirtless, as the heat radiated off his chest. “Were you relieved that it wasn’t a date?” You asked, cocking your head to the side.
The close proximity gave Bucky the perfect view down the front of your dress. He forced himself to look into your eyes and tried to ignore how close you were to him. He shut his eyes for a second, trying to stop the effect your dress was having on him.
“You have no fucking idea.” He said, quickly before pulling you into a kiss. You kissed him back instantly, letting your hands caress his chest as his arms wrapped around your waist.
He loved the feeling of your body pressed up against his. It felt perfect.
He quickly spun you around and pinned you against the wall. He ran his hands up and down your sides, wanting to touch you everywhere. He’d dreamed about what it would be like to hold you. It was passing all his expectations.
Your mouths met in a quick and passionate kiss. The kiss was rushed. You both had wanted each other for too long.
His tongue grazed over your bottom lip. You whimpered as he tugged on your bottom lip with his teeth.
“This dress has been driving me crazy.” He mumbled against your lips. His hands slipped under your dress and he grasped at your ass. “I hoped you would like it.” You said, smirking.
You pulled away to gasp for air, resting your head against the building. He peppered kisses down your collarbone, stopping once he got to the top of your dress. He left wet kisses all over your chest.
You noticed how his eyes had darkened with lust. He quickly looked around, making sure the two of you were alone. “Hey, I have an idea.” He whispered, cupping your face. You could tell from his expression that it was going to be a naughty idea.
“I wanna take you right here, sweetheart.” He told you, placing kisses in the palm of your hand. You felt like your face was on fire. You quickly looked around the empty yard.
No one was around, but anyone could come outside at any moment.
“Are you turned on?” He asked, as you squirmed under his gaze. You felt even more embarrassed as he figured you out. “But it’s so risky,” you complained.
He pulled you into another quick kiss. “I know that excites you. I can see it in your eyes, sweetheart.” He said, cupping your ass through your dress.
“Fuck me, Barnes.” You said, simply. As soon as you gave him permission, his hands were up your dress. He cursed under his breath when he felt how wet you were.
It was sinful. He should have been ashamed by how turned on he was already. He couldn’t help it. He had been dreaming of this moment for years.
His hand slipped under your lace panties. “You alright there, James?” You teased, feeling his erection pressed against your leg.
“You’re fucking dripping.” He mumbled, a quiet moan falling from his lips. You continued to smirk. You moved your hand under your dress and guided his fingers through your folds. “You gonna finger fuck me or are you just teasing?” You questioned.
The question brought him back into reality, and he curled his fingers inside of you. You whimpered and leaned your head back against the wall. “Not so cocky now, huh?” He said, proceeding to push his fingers in and out of you.
You jutted your hips against his hand. “That’s what I thought.” He said, chuckling. You made no effort to hide the moans that effortlessly fell from your lips.
He pushed his thumb up against your clit and drew tight circles. You squealed. His hand clasped over your mouth, while applying more pressure to your clit. “Gotta stay quiet,” he told you. You nodded your head.
You bit down on your lip, trying to hold back your moans. “You look so fuckin’ sexy when you do that.” Bucky said, meeting your lips in a kiss. You could feel his very prominent erection, still pressed up against your thigh.
You palmed him through his gym shorts, which weren’t leaving much to the imagination. “Oh, baby. What are you doing?” He moaned out.
“We can both feel good, just keep going.” You told him. He nodded, returning his attention to you. He added another finger, causing you to gasp. You gripped his cock through his shorts.
He noticed that you were already pulsing around his fingers. “Are you close?” He mumbled, breathlessly. You nodded, biting down on your lip. He moved his fingers faster. You leaned your forehead against his shoulder, you were panting as you slipped your hand into his shorts.
You tried to focus on making him feel good, but all you could think about was how close you were. You wrapped your hand around his cock, earning a groan from him.
“I’m really…almost,” you moaned, squeezing your eyes shut. You came on his fingers, calling out his name. “There you go, sweetheart.” He said, coaxing you down from your orgasm.
He moved your hand out of his shorts. “I want you to finish too.” You told him. He shook his head. “Please just let me fuck you up against this wall.” His words came out as a beg.
You could tell how much he needed you. You pulled his cock out of his boxers, rubbing your thumb over his tip. He cursed under his breath, pushing his hips into your hand.
You heard a loud ripping sound, and then saw Bucky put your ripped panties in his pocket. “I need you.” He mumbled, lining himself up. You were almost drooling as you looked down at his cock.
He slowly pushed his tip into you, not wanting to hurt you. “Please go faster,” you begged him.
You were literally begging for his cock, and he couldn’t resist. His pushed himself inside of you, until he bottomed out. You mouth fell open as you tried to adjust to his size. “You feel so good around me.” He praised, pressing a kiss to your ear lobe.
He grabbed ahold of your hips before thrusting into you again. You held back a moan and tugged on his hair.
You grabbed his hands and moved them away from your hips. You moved his hands to the back of your thighs before grabbing his shoulders and jumping up.
He realized what you were doing and caught you. “Look at you so desperate to get fucked against this wall.” He teased, wrapping your legs around his waist.
He began effortlessly thrusting in and out of you. All you could do was moan as he fucked you into oblivion.
“You feel so good.” You mumbled, connecting Bucky’s lips in a kiss. His mouth muffled your moans, which was good because neither of you were trying to alert the rest of the compound to your current activity.
His lips slotted against yours. He softly bit down on your lip, earning another moan from you.
“Do you know how fucking wonderful this dress is? Is that why you wore it? Did you know I wouldn’t be able to resist you?” He whispered in your ear. His dirty words made you whimper.
When you didn’t respond, he attached his lips behind your ear. He softly sucked on the skin, surprised when you let out a loud moan. “Is that your sweet spot?” He asked, repeating the motion.
You buried your face in his neck, trying to muffle the sounds coming from you. “I love making you feel good.” He told you, speeding up his pace.
The sound of his wet thrusts were only turning you on more. “I’m gonna cum, sweetheart.” He mumbled, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “Me too,” you mumbled.
You could feel his thrusts start getting sloppier. You pushed your hips forward to meet his. Bucky let out a low grunt as he came inside of you. His thrusts were messy as he pulled your lips into a kiss.
It wasn’t long before you were cumming. You both gasped for air, trying to recover. You wiped his hair away from his sweaty forehead.
“I am so fucking crazy about you.” He said, grabbing the back of your neck and kissing you. “I’m pretty crazy about you too.” You said, with a giant smile on your face.
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What Has Been, What Can Never Be I
Summary: Steve Rogers had returned to the past, hoping to move on from the chaos of the future. Leaving the woman that had loved him as someone more than just the persona of Captain America and his best friend that has always been with him until the end of the line.
But as he had come to settle in this new life back in his own time, regret was somehow coming to follow. When he decides to return to the present, things have changed and you, the woman that had always promised to be there for him was now happy with his best friend as the two of you moved on with your lives without Steve Rogers in it.
Characters: Bucky Barnes x Witch!Reader; Ex!Steve Rogers x Witch!Reader; Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter. Sam Wilson. Helmut Zemo. Sharon Carter.
Warnings: None For this Chapter
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I: For The Ones That We Lost
Life has been different from what you had always thought it would be. But the sight of how your life had now become post-Steve Rogers was something to behold. You had always believed you would end up withering away in your own despair as Steve chose his past life over you. Choosing Peggy over you. But somehow here you were, a beaming smile on your lips as you helped Sarah with preparing food for everyone.
You had once lost your family at the hands of Tony Stark, vowed to kill him as retaliation, and eventually finding a family in the Avengers. A love you never thought you were still allowed to have, a family that you could somehow call as you own, as imperfect as it was.
"Are you heading back home?" Sarah had inquired.
With everything that had happened with the Flag Smashers, you had only thought it was best to get a few days off to rest--something you never really had been allowed to do since being dusted, to fighting Thanos, to everything else in between.
"Maybe." You shrugged, not really sure where Home was anymore.
With Tony long gone, as well as Nat and Steve, there wasn't really anyone you could come home to. Sokovia was no longer a home for you as much as it wasn't a home to Wanda.
You had remembered Zemo's offer in his castle and a small part of you wanted to take him up on that offer. Stay in your country for a while before you were back to work with Sam and Bucky if you were needed to be.
"Sam said you're looking for a place, ever thought about a place here? I know someone that can help you out with a place."
What you have never known of since the death of Tony Stark, was the trust fund he had place under your name as well as Wanda's, was it something he had always thought of to repay the sins of his past or was it just something he did after everything they've all been through. Being the father to you when you had lost your own. With the money, you wanted to start a new life, pursue higher education, or even just start a small little bakery or cafe like you had always dream of having with your family when they were still alive.
"I'll take you up on that offer, Sarah." You smiled at the older woman, appreciating all the hospitality she had given you and even Bucky since your arrival to their home. How easy she had treated you like a part of the family, unafraid of the powers that courses through your finger tips.
Maybe Louisiana is the place you could get your start. After everything you had lost, it was time for you to get back up on your feet and start rebuilding your life.
"Hope I'm not interrupting anything."
Turning to the owner of the voice, a smile rested on your lips at the sight of Bucky. Two cakes in his hands. A signature dessert he would bring whenever he comes to visit.
"Not much, James." You assured, letting go of the plates you were stacking to give the man a warm hug.
What many people don't know was their shared sentiments. They had lost so much in their life due to HYDRA's control, lost the freedom they once had, and lost someone that had always promised to be there when they need him the most. He had lost a best friend, and you had lost the only man you had ever loved.
It still hurts, you know as much, but for Bucky you know how much he was hurting more than you could even imagine. But slowly, the pain wasn't so painful like it used to be. They've got each other now, they got Sam, they got Sarah, and they got Sharon and even Zemo too (as much as Bucky would hate to admit it).
"How's the trip?" You inquired knowing how hard it was to travel all the way from Brooklyn to Louisiana.
"Got stopped by a couple of Metal Detectors in the airport." He points out and you broke into an carefree giggle.
A hand resting so freely on his vibranium arm. You had often teased him about it, how it's gonna be a problem he's gonna have to face on a daily basis especially when going to the airport.
"Please tell me you didn't scare the airport security." You teased.
"I did no such thing, Doll." He smirked hands resting on the small of your back. "But they did get the spooks when they saw the metal arm."
You nodded understanding, having been with him on one flight and seeing first-hand everything he had to go through and you tried your best to ease him fearing it would bring him back to a dark place.
"Let's get the show on the road, Love Birds." Sam's voice broke you two from your conversation and like being burned had you two pulling apart quicker.
The blush somehow found their way on both of your faces as the knowing look was shared between the Wilson Siblings.
"Can you help me with getting the plates and utensils out, Y/N?" Sarah finally offered knowing no one was going to save either of you from the awkward situation.
"Right." You had somehow found yourself taking all of the plates and utensil with you. You magic helping you out in the process.
"So you and Y/N?" Sam had inquired as soon as you and Sarah had left the kitchen leaving the two men to their own conversation.
"Sam." The warning tone was evident--but still ignored by the man.
The last thing Bucky would ever want is to take advantage of Steve's girl. But then again, you were no longer his girl. Peggy was his girl and you were just--someone he had left behind.
He could still remember the moment were you had talked to Steve's older self. A smile might had been on your lips, telling him how happy you were for him, for staying where he would be his happiest, but no one, not even Sam knew what you did after. The pained sobs that broke from your lips when you had thought no one was looking.
It was a pain Bucky was all too familiar with. He had known Steve would have stayed back in the past, but what he had never accounted for was keeping it a secret from you. Leaving you to hope and break your heart in the process.
"Take good care of her for me, Buck."
He had kept his promise to Steve. He had been there for you even when you didn't need his presence. Even when you had shoved him away time and time again in the earlier days of life after Steve, Stark, and Natasha.
You had lost three of the most important figures in your life, and he had wanted to make sure that he could be there for you, help in his own little way. Making you believe that there was still someone out there that cares for you. He cared, more than he would try to admit.
But then, things just evolved from his unspoken responsibility. He wasn't just taking care of you. He genuinely cared for you. One of the few peoples that had understood how he was still paying for the sins of his past. One that stood by him when everyone else turned their back on him.
His feelings were something he tried his best to hide. He wasn't better just yet. He wanted to be better before he could even think of whatever Sam was insinuating.
"You can scowl all you want but that definitely isn't just a friendly hug you two were in." Sam smirked patting him on the back before dragging him out of the porch.
"She's just a friend." Bucky muttered, hoping it was enough that even he could believe it.
"And I'm not Captain America." Sam snorts sitting him right down on the table--right in front of you, blush from whatever Sarah was telling you.
"What were you ladies talking about?" Sam had inquired knowing fully well it has something to do with Bucky and you.
"We were talking about a place I could buy." You intervened. "It's either here or Brooklyn." You continued.
It was enough for Sam to change the subject of whatever was going on between Bucky and you as he explain a few good places you could either rent or buy.
In the conversation, Bucky just couldn't help himself as he just looks at you. It took him a while to understand why the Punk had gone for you.
You were just a darling to be around. Rough around the edges--for a very good reason, but you just had this look in you. The doe eye that would make even the stone cold killer break even for just a second; it was him, he was the stone cold killer. You spoke your mind, but always placed everyone else's happiness before your own. You always downplay your abilities only for you to take down anyone you could ever come across with just a flick of your wrist.
Yeah. He might be in love--faster than he ever thought possible.
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𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞
summary: your boyfriend was always there for you even though it was not from the start, as long as you’ve had him.
warnings: fluff (in extreme amount), not that much angst, smuut, grinding, oral, face riding, unprotected sex, drunk state (no drinking though) —not sure if this makes it dubcon—, mentions of masturbation for both parties, some voyeurism, creampie, size kink, usage of pet name. (kitten, angel, baby, dollface), chubby!bucky, bucky is also retired if that makes sense, a bit body insecure bucky, engagement, minors dni | 18+
a/n: i just wanted that can makes us smile, hope to see some feedbacks (reblogs/comments)
You were almost going to fall down when you opened the door, but two strong hands held you before you could make it to the floor. You didn’t even remember putting the key in the keyhole, so the door must be surprisingly opened.
“Wow! You are stable as a fish in a vodka bottle.” He sighed as he tried to make you stand on your feet. He helped you to make your way onto the couch, getting your bag from your hands and taking off your heels.
“Did you enjoy your party at least?” You shook your head, trying not to vomit on the beautiful rug you bought on sale.
“‘missed ya.” You said those words without vomiting. Eyes still closed, because if you opened them you knew you would vomit.
“Yeah, you’ve sent me at least twenty texts about missing me, and what you were going to do with me when you get back. After that it was just a combination of random letters.” You chuckled yourself as your fingers rubbed your temples.
“I’ve made you some coffee, you need to at least sober up a bit. Don’t fall asleep before I get back.” You nodded, shaking your hands and signalling him that he needs to be quick.
You tried to sit up, abruptly. Before falling back again. You’ve heard your boyfriend’s gentle chuckle as he put his hand on your back to support you. “Here you go. It’s not too hot, I know you don’t like it like that.”
“What would I do without you?” You mumbled as you raised the mug to your lips.
“Well, considering we were roommates before we started dating. You would still be on the debt and have the chance to lose your place.” You chuckled to him.
“Yeah, and who would watch me masturbate? Long time before deciding to join.” You blurted it out, the start of your relationship.
“You knew I watched you.” He said, his cheeks getting the colour of soft pink. This detail of your relationship was not something he was proud of.
“Sure did. I put on several shows just for you.” You said as you gave him the mug back. “My one and only fan.” You winked at him, and he shook his head.
He softly smiled, leant in to kiss your temple. “Yeah, I’m just glad you didn’t give my old body a heart attack.” He said as he helped you to raise yourself. “Let’s get you in something more comfortable.”
“Are you going to let me wear something from you? You never do.” You giggled when you tripped on your own foot. He held you again before you fall. Holding your shoulders as he walked you towards your room.
“It’s because you own every top I have, kitten.” He said as he opened a drawer from your comforter. Shaking the red Henley in his hand. “Such as this one.” He said while walking over to you.
He raised his hands in the air, making you copy his gesture. “Let’s take this top off, it’s a bit tight for you to sleep in.” He explained as he took off your top, and helped you wear his Henley. “That’s a good girl. Now I’m going to take off your pants, alright?”
You nodded, staying still as he unzips the zipper and pulls it down from your legs. “Hold on to me honey. You’re not great with balance.” You did as he said, holding on to his shoulder as he took it off one leg at a time.
“Time for your bra?”
“Now you’re a pro of taking it off. You’ve been struggling at the first times, remember.” You added as he dipped his hands inside from your shirt. You giggled when the cold metal made contact with your skin.
“I don’t like this, it prevents the easy access.” He shrugged as he tossed the material off from your body to the ground.
“You always have access when you want to touch me. Like rightnow. ” You slurred the last part. Slumbering on your bed, and soon Bucky followed you.
“I know, I wouldn’t control myself, you’re my addiction.”
“So if I asked you to just kiss me, would you do it? Even though I’m drunk as fuck.”
He opened his mouth to say something, but all his thoughts stopped when he saw you making puppy eyes. He groaned as he leant down to kiss you.
Unlike him, a retired super soldier, you could be fast when he gets lost in the kiss. So in mere seconds you were straddling him, hands going to the back of his back.
“I missed you, you didn’t come to the party. You need to make up for it.” You cut him short, grinding on his semi hard cock.
“You know I don’t like the big parties. Also it was one of your girls only party, who are not my biggest fans.”
“Like their partners are so perfect.”
“They think I don’t deserve you.”
“Since when you care about what other people think. If you do care that much, I think I’m the luckiest gal in the world since I have you right here between my legs.” You both laughed at your joke. His flesh hand snaked behind your back and pulling you in for a soft kiss on the lips.
“I love you, but you’re not lucky as me. You’re gorgeous.”
“You’re drunk.” You said, rolling your eyes as you gave him one more kiss.
“I didn’t drink, you on the other hand, drank for the both of us.” He chuckled, placing his hands on the both sides of your face. His metal thumb brushing along your cheekbone.
“So I did. What the hell, I made it home. I made it to you. And I love you so much that I couldn’t stop myself from thinking all the thing I want you do to me, when I get back.”
“Yeah, you even sent me some links too.”
“Did you watch them?”
“Of course. You know I like it when you send me those, my angel is not innocent after all.” His hand went your waist, holding you while you were softly grinding yourself to him. “I also like seeing you on top.” He admitted, raising his hips a bit more to feel you better. You moaned at the feeling. Smiling when you realised that he turned you into a bitch in heat. You were always needy of him.
You started grinding your hips a bit faster. Pressing yourself on his now hard cock. He placed his other hand on your hips, gently holding you, because how could he deny you when you needed him that badly. “Shit! Bucky you feel so good.” You let it out under your breath.
“I want you to fuck me, please! Please!” Your hands went to his pyjama buttons, taking out his cock and you clumsily slide your underwear to the side. You needed to feel him. You gave his cock few strokes before sitting on it.
“Fuck!” He moaned when he felt your slit around his cock. You were so wet that it was a miracle he didn’t slide inside you yet.
“You see what you do to me? You’ve made me all wet and needy. I didn’t even took my underwear off.” You mumbled. “I need you inside me, Bucky. Please, I need it so bad.”
He leant over you, standing on his elbows to kiss you. You both moaned into the kiss, when you aligned his cock with your entrance as his hands found and ripped your underwear.
You whimpered on his parted lips when he was seated inside of you. You threw your head back with the pleasure, as he placed open mouthed kisses along your neck. Teeth nibbling and biting around the sensitive spot of yours.
“Use me, I want you to fuck yourself on my cock.” He said, thrusting his hips inside of you. You took it as a sign to move. You both were moaning, hands can’t decide to where to hold on.
“You feel so good Bucky! I found heaven!” You said, hands going his large tshirt, trying to take it off. He tried to stop you, afraid.
Even though you’ve caught many glimpses of each other while you were naked, he was still hesitant about showing you his body.
“Please! Let me see you.” You whispered, kissing his rosy cheeks. “I love you Bucky. You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” You mumbled. Slowly taking off his top, smiling when your hands found his chest.
Your fingers played with his chest hair. Before you could say anything he slammed his lips on yours again, making you wrap your arms around his neck. “My beautiful girl.” He whispered on your lips. Pulling you close to him. His hands went to your butt, harshly squeezing it.
You moaned on his lips. As he placed a slap on your butt. “Naughty girl. You couldn’t spend three hours without my cock filling you!” You nodded, feeling proud of your hunger.
“Fuck! You’re so big!” You mumbled, feeling your walls clench around him tighter as the sweet pleasure inside of you was building.
“Yeah?” He asked, hands inside your his Henley. Playing with your erected nipples, taking one of it between his warm lips.
“I’m gonna cum. Can I cum? Please?”
“Cum all around me kitten.” He leant on your other nipple, sucking on the soft flesh when your orgasm hit you.
You came all around his cock, your body feeling tired since the caffeine of the coffee left your body.
He pulled out, slowly with a pop sound. “You’re always hard to last long when you’re drunk.” He chuckled as he kissed along your body, lifting his shirt to place kisses on your stomach.
“Sit on my face, kitten.” You smiled, doing as he wanted. You felt yourself getting wet when you felt his stubble brushing along your clit.
He licked a thick strap along your slit. Making you cry again. He moaned when he felt your taste around his tongue. He lazily draw circles around your entrance before going back to suck your swollen clit. “Mmhm! Bucky!” You moaned, hand going to his long hair.
“I love your taste, kitten. I can spend hours if I have to, but you...” He said as he licked his metal finger before shoving it inside of you. You yelped under him. “will come for me.” He rutted his hips on the sheets, diving back to suck on your clit as he slowly fingered you.
He pulled out his fingers, licking and sucking them clean before he got on his knees again. “Mmhm Bucky.” You giggle, seeing his cock almost turned into purple, that was your effect on him.
You knew you were close to cumming, you always loved how good he was with his tongue. The pressure on your belly was increasing at each stroke of his tongue. You were uncontrollably moving your hips on his tongue. “I—I” You mumbled, couldn’t stop your moaning.
“I know kitten, go on.” You came down. Chest panting rapidly. You threw yourself next to him, he climbed on top of you. Peppering kisses starting from your thighs to your collarbones.
He aligned his cock to your tired entrance. Rubbing it in circles. “My good kitten.” He explained as he pushed into you again. You could almost hear him move between your slick walls.
He started slowly moving inside of you, raising your knee to your chest. “Baby you feel so good.” You gasped when he hit your sweet spot with the new angle.
“Yes!” He moaned when he bottomed out, hands holding yours. He placed them above your head before he fastened. He was going fast and rough, your walls pulsating around him. “Fuck! So good! That’s my good kitten, taking me in!”
The sex was filthy and messy but you didn’t care. You didn’t care the fact that half of your clothes were still on you, you didn’t care you forgot to shave. You didn’t care your make up was still on your face.
You didn’t care any of it, all you cared about was your boyfriend between your legs.
He leant down, biting down your shoulder to trying to control himself. It was a hard for him considering how much of a mess he turned you into.
“I love you.” You whispered on his lips. “I’m in love with you Bucky Barnes.” You added before kissing him again, leaning your forehead on his.
“Fuck!” His hips stuttered inside of you, he was close on the edge. You telling him that you loved him still did the trick.
His fingers went to your clit. He pinched and swirled the little bulb, making you cry under him. “Bucky!”
“Come for me, kitten. One more, you can do it.” He said, caressing your cheek.
“Bucky cum inside me, please?”
“Yeah, you’d like don’t you? Want me to fill you to the brim?” He stayed inside of you for one second, pulling the top so he could kiss your breasts. Sucking and biting your swollen nipples from his early attack. “You’d like me to get you stuffed, right? You don’t need to say it, ‘can feel how you squeeze me.”
“Yes! I want all of that! Please Bucky, fill me up, please.” You wrapped your other leg around his waist. “Please, I want to feel all of you.”
“Fuck!” He said as he emptied all of him inside of you. Pulling out with a hiss.
You smiled when you wrapped your arm around his torso. “Thank you, Bucky.” You plated a kiss on his exposed chest. He chuckled, petting your head.
“Are you thanking me for fucking you?”
“I swear there is not one single day which you don’t surprise me.” He said as he fixed his boxers, moving towards the bathroom. “Stay awake for a few minutes, kitten.”
Before you could ask him why, he came back with a box of make up removal tissues. “Told ya these were handy.” He said as he sat down, cleaning your make up. “‘Shouldn’t sleep with that.”
You could feel your tears building up. Smiling at the care he showed you. “You’re an angel Bucky Barnes.” You murmured as you wrapped your arms around his big torso, kissing his chest.
“I’m just trying to be worthy of the hottest, nicest person I’ve ever met.” He admitted, kissing your temple. “Now get some sleep, tomorrow would be a long day.”
“Ugh!” You turned around in the bed. The light going right through your eyes, because you both forgot to close them.
Your arm reached out where your boyfriend was supposed to be, but instead you found lukewarm sheets. You huffed when you raised your head, smiling at the scent of toasted bread reaching at your room.
You lazily got out from bed, smiling at the familiar ache between your legs and the light breeze coming from not wearing any underwear. You made it to your kitchen, smiling at the sight of your boyfriend cooking, not wearing any t-shirt but just his boxers. You loved that sight.
You wrapped your arms around his naked torso, placing a kiss on his shoulder. “mornin’” You mumbled to his skin, feeling his body shake with his chuckle.
“How are you?” He asked, his voice had a little bit worry.
“A bit tired. Not the end of the world, yet.”
He smiled at your answer, turning around your arms and kissing your cheek. “‘m glad. Why don’t you get to the table, I’m almost finished here.”
You nodded, hearing your phone buzz. You switched your direction and headed towards the noise. “Bucky, have you seen my phone?”
“Nope! Could be in your purse though.” You nodded, checking the coat rack where your purse was hung. When you reached to check your phone you noticed it was Sam calling you.
“Hey! What’s up?” You murmured.
“Hey dollface! Just wanted to check up on you, Bucky didn’t answer my texts.”
“Oh he’s in the kitchen making breakfast.”
“Oh! Really so it’s like you said yes, I’ve told him there was nothing to worry about—“
“Hey baby, who’s calling?” Bucky walked towards you and you mouthed the word Sam. You saw the worry in his face as he walked towards you, but you stopped him by raising your hand in the air. Taking a step back.
“Yes to what? I was really drunk last night, don’t remember anything about him asking me something.”
“It was uhm— if you’d like to come to visit me and Sarah in Louisiana, since it’s been so long from the last time you’ve seen us.”
“Oh, uhm sure, I’ll talk with Sarah and the details. ‘ll see you later.”
“What did he say?”
“He mumbled something about Louisiana. I guess we’re heading there.” You said after putting your phone back in your purse.
“Oh, yeah. Y—You’ve been working a lot, a—and I thought that you deserved a little br—break.” You noticed the small bulge in the pocket if his jacket.
“Nothing.” You frowned again, hand dipping inside the pocket to find a small box.
“B—bucky? What’s this?”
“It’s—“ He walked over you, getting on his one knee, gently taking the box from your hands.
“I know how you feel about marriage, but I wanted you to also know how I feel about us—this relationship. You’ve made it possible for me to see a different side of me I haven’t seen in decades. I want to have you, by my side as long as you have me.”
“Ask me.” You managed to say it without breaking into tears, voice still cracked but he was in no position better.
He chuckled, opening the box to show you the elegant ring with a small emerald that was in the shape of a heart. “Will you marry me, kitten?”
“Yes!” You said as you threw yourself all over him. Connecting your lips with his. “Yes! I’ll of course marry you! Yes!” You said between kisses.
“I wanted to do this in a better setting, not in my boxers and not you only wearing my Henley and panties. I didn’t want to do it in a situation that you’re drunk too but—“ He tried to explain as he put the ring. Kissing your lips.
“ain’t no better time than present right?” He chuckled, tears falling down on his cheeks as he kissed you again.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a longing messy kiss. You didn’t care that he was sitting under you, only in his boxers. You didn’t care that you didn’t even wear panties during your proposal.
You started grinding on him slowly, as he took of your Henley and threw it across the room. Pulling you down to his lips, kissing you again as you took off his boxers.
You didn’t care your first sex as an engaged couple happened on your cold floor, and it was messy and rushed.
You didn’t care about any of it, as long as you have had him.
And you’ve had him.
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ooh ohh!! may you please write a blurb about Plum being a complete mommy's girl and Bucky loving Reader and Plum's connection, but also wishing he had that with Plum!! can be slightly angsty but mostly fluff plz 🥺
AWH I ALWAYS IMAGINED PLUM BEING A DADDY’S GIRL 🥺 Plum is aged up a bit in this
“I don’t think she likes me very much,” Bucky sulked silently. He was watching you rock her back and forth in her arms as she slept.
“What would make you say that?” You frown at his words, “You’re her dad. She adores you, Buck,”
“But she doesn’t let me hold her when she cries, she doesn’t want me to help her when she’s sick. Only you, she won’t let me read her her favorite story. What’s wrong with me?”
“Baby,” you move Plum into his arms and she murmurs softly in her sleep, cuddling right into him “There are just some things mama does better. Ever notice notice how she doesn’t let me cut her pancakes? Or let me brush her teeth? She only likes it when you’re the one singing and dancing with her to her favorite kidz bop cd,”
“I don’t know… I just expected her to be a papa’s girl,” Bucky kisses the forehead of his gorgeous daughter, “I just don’t like it when she cries because of me,”
“She’s a mama and papa’s girl, Buck,” you run your hand over his head, “She cries because she’s an emotional character but we both handle it well. She loves you no matter what,”
Bucky wanted to believe your words but he’s seen how Plum is with you and he just feels it’s not like that with him. He’s glad you and her are the way that you two are, he just feels like he’s missing out sometimes.
“I feel like I’m a terrible dad somehow,” he huffed, not wanting tears to come to his eyes. Bucky always wanted to make sure he was the best dad he could be and he wasn’t feeling that, “I’ll be better. I just gotta find out what I’m doing wrong”
He was truly convinced something was wrong with his parenting, when he doesn’t realize your daughter adores him to the ends of the universe and back.
“She’s another you,” Bucky stared down at Plum and adores the way her brown cheeks shine and the way her mouth slightly hangs open as she sleeps, “I want to be the best dad I can for her. M-maybe she doesn’t have a strong connection with me because I-I don’t look like her,”
“Oh please,” you whisper yell and slap his shoulder, “You think she cares about that? She doesn’t know either. She knows you’re her dad! And nothing is gonna change that. I just happened to be the one carrying her for a good nine months so the connection is internal. My body created housed a soul. Connections are always different between parents,”
You miss his cheeks and you can tell your words mean something to him and helps relieve his stress for a minute.
“Doesn’t mean she doesn’t love you. Doesn’t mean she’s not a papa’s girl. She’s our baby Bucky she’s gonna act different for each of us. That’s just the facts,”
“You’re right,” he kissed Plum’s head one more time and looks at you. He’s so blessed to have you two.
“But watch, I’m gonna win her heart fully and she’s gonna be team dad!,”
“One thing you need to realize is you already won her heart, baby”
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Barnes' miscommunication | Bucky Barnes x Avenger!reader
Summary: Bucky was an idiot, and he tend to push away things he loved, and that included you. When he hurt you, he didn’t realise his apology would be too late. He didn’t know about your past with hydra, which made the situation, worse.
W/c: 5.2k (holy shit that's alot)
Warning(s): ANGST, weapons, harm (not on you), reader abilities, hydra, swearing!
A/N: A lot to write, I couldn’t find a good way to summarise this fic… you’ll just have to read it. There are -- read more-breaks for the story because it is so long.
Any likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! Enjoy <33
You were never one to talk; even before you were kidnapped by Hydra, you still didn't really speak. You were quiet and reserved; being an ex-hydra assassin just solidified your personality. There was a lot to know about you, but you never really shared anything about yourself when it came to it. Everyone knew you as Y/n Stark, 'the daughter of Tony and Pepper Stark' and the girl kidnapped when she was five, found by the avengers later in life.
You worked through a lot of things. The therapy Tony and Pepper signed you into helped with the nightmares, but that was about it. But even still, you weren't entirely there; if people didn't know you, your first impression was always coming off as rude and inconsiderate. And you supposed that after all your years working for Hydra, you probably were. You were very much closed off until you met Bucky Barnes.
Bucky Barnes, an ex-hydra assassin, was welcomed into the team just over a year and a half ago. Your dad agreed to the idea because he thought it might be nice for you to have someone else. One who had something in common with you other than, both Natasha and Wanda.
Meeting Bucky was all to be expected; you both got along well, but never once had you shared something about your personal life. You were closed off, and although you and Bucky were civil. He, too, was the same. It was like two peas in a pod.
Over time, it became a love-hate relationship; you'd try your best to be on good terms with Bucky, but over time it felt like he had something against you. You and Bucky were at constant war with each other, and you didn't know what you did for him to hate you so much, or so you thought. You thought that maybe if you tried to tell him that you were an ex-hydra yourself, that may be the pair of you could bond a bit more. But your attempts to do so turned out in failure.
A simple smile would turn into Bucky turning his head away. A good morning, Bucky would walk away. There were definitely good days where he would talk to you, but it wouldn't last long. You guys just didn't really click anymore, and it had been over a year and a half since he had arrived.
Then, not too long ago, Bucky started playing pranks around the compound with Sam. It was their thing. One day when you were about to go on a mission with Nat and Steve, Bucky had accidentally hidden all of your mission weapons, thinking they were Nat's. So you, too, joined in on the fun; two could play at that game, Ex-hydra assassin vs Ex-hydra assassin.
Slowly, you began pranking him back, shaving cream in his boots, salt in his tea or replacing his daggers with dummy knives, just to name a few.
Bucky knew it was you, and he was finding this game pretty fun. There was never a malicious intent behind the minor pranks the both of you played on each other. This quickly became your thing with him and was the reason you two became close again. Spending more time together than usual, you'd spend nights watching films with him, playing board games or even chatting until the earlier hours of the morning. He'd find it weird that you'd be the only one up sometimes, but he never questions it.
It was odd; you were slowly but surely falling in love with Bucky Barnes. You didn't know why or how it happened, but that love for him was there. He made you feel something you had been missing for most of your life.
Bucky, too developed a love for you. He, too, didn't know where it began or how it happened, but he knew that after all his years of not having anyone, he wanted you. Now I suppose when you put two and two together, it's not hard to know that you and Bucky had a thing for each other; the whole team knew it. Your dad knew it too. However, it never went anywhere; You were just as awkward as each other.
Leading to a few nights ago.
There were three hydra missions scheduled in the week; you and Bucky had been assigned to one of the three. When he came back from his mission that day, he was drained and distraught. You went to welcome him home, but he walked right past you and up to his room.
Steve said something about Bucky seeing where they had tortured him for decades, the memories had got to him, and you understood. Steve thought you might be the best to comfort him, but Bucky still had no idea that you had worked for Hydra before, but you never shy away from the fact that you did. If someone asked, you would tell them. Which still confuses you, the fact that it never came up over the year you've known him. You thought surely someone would say something to him if you hadn't.
The only genuine person who ever understood your pain was Wanda. Both you and she were hydra experiments at the same time. You, her and Pietro. Escaping together because of Ultron, and that's how your dad found you. When Pietro died, it was like you were losing a brother. So you stuck by Wanda; she promised to protect you as you would in return. She was the only one to actually understand what you were going through.
Before the hydra mission, he promised that he'd have dinner with you. Something the pair of you had been doing for quite a while now. So here you were, keeping that promise. You stood outside Bucky's door, softly knocking. You had his dinner that you made in your hand, waiting for him to answer. When Bucky didn't answer, you carefully opened the door just a tiny bit to see him sitting at the end of his bed, gripping the sheets tight in his hand.
His little run-in at the Hydra base triggered something in him. It got under his skin, and he was furious. But you knew that; you sensed it as soon as you walked in the door, and little did he know, you could see what had happened. A soft frown appeared on your face as you walked closer, sitting just a bit away from him at the edge of his bed. "Buck? I made dinner," You called; he didn't answer, just sat there breathing heavily.
"Y/n go away," he warned.
Head tilted, you weren't having any of it. Out of anyone besides Wanda, you knew just how bad Hydra could get, and you didn't want him to be alone. "Bucky, I'm not going anywhere, you promised me dinner, and I made it especially for you." You softly spoke, taking a seat next to him.
He turned to you, looking you up and down. Laying a supporting hand on his back, you leaned down a bit to see his face. "You need someone; Steve told me what happened, and he thought I may be the best to--" you couldn't even finish your sentence before he snapped.
"Best to what, y/n? Understand me? NON of you understand me…" he growled. Sitting back a bit, you were stunned; you didn't know where this was coming from. "Bucky… I do understand. I've been trying to tell you for so long that I was-"
"NO y/n, you don't understand anything, you don't understand me, nobody does!" He yelled at you. You weren't scared; you were sad. You had never done anything for him to be this way to you, yet, here he was.
It hurt you to see him like this. "Bucky, please… I just."
"Get out! GET OUT OF MY ROOM; I hate you." Bucky turned, the words seething through his teeth. Your bottom lip quivered as you stood looking directly at him.
"You don't mean that.."
"I really thought that we were okay… I thought that-"
Bucky stood in front of you, your head looking up at him, "I SAID GET OUT Y/N." he pointed to the door.
A tear shed your face, setting the food down on the bed. You held in your whimpers, "W-well, at least eat. I made it just for you." You almost whispered to him. He watched as you walked away; he didn't realise what he had done. Shutting the door on the way out, you cried back to your quarters. Wanda caught you just in time, that sisterly sense she had when you were down. She sat with you all night while you told her what Bucky had said. You felt so stupid.
In the morning,
Bucky had awoken on his floor; getting up, he noticed the food sitting on his bed. Bucky couldn't remember much last night, only that he came home from the mission, and that was about it. He smiled upon seeing the wrapped food; you had written a note on it. The message you had stuck on it before you walked into his room last night because you thought he may have been in the showers.
"Because I know you like sushi, enjoy! :)"
Slipping on a shirt, Bucky collected the plate of food in his arm with a big smile on his face. Walking out and down the hall to your room, just as he was about to knock on the door. Wanda came storming down from the corridor.
"You son of a bitch!", she yelled slapping Bucky's face. The sushi you made, Bucky slipped from his hands, falling onto the floor in between Wanda and him. His mouth agape, he looked stunned. "If you are looking for Y/n, she's gone on her mission." she huffed out. Wanda gave him a nasty look before walking off. He turned quickly, running off to find Wanda. "Wanda? Wanda-" he stopped when he saw her in the kitchen.
"What do you want, Barnes!"
“I want to understand why you slapped me… What did I do? d-did something happen last night?" he asked. Wanda snapped her head in his direction, "Did you do something? Of course, you did!" She yelled. Bucky came closer to her, "I did? I seriously don't remember." he raised his hands up in defence. "I don't…" he hesitantly repeated.
"Well, this might help you!" Wanda brought her hands up, filling Bucky's mind with the memories of last night. It only took a few seconds for Bucky to fall onto his ass. He was speechless; he put his head into his hands. Wanda kneeled down, "What has she ever done to you?" she questions.
"Nothing Wanda… nothing… I don't even remember anything past coming home." He sighed. "I don't give a shit if you don't remember. Make it up to y/n! She loves you, for God sake, and this is how you treat her!" Wanda ranted mindlessly. "S-she loves me?" Bucky looked up and questioned.
Wanda gave him a shit-eating look, "Of course she loves you; everyone knows this!" She sighed, getting up. His face brightened, "I love her too, Wanda!" He spoke. He hadn't said this to anyone until this very moment, but he did love you. This was the reason; it was his fault for your rocky relationship with him. He was scared to love you, thinking you wouldn't love him in return.
Wanda turned around, shocked, "Then why tell the girl you love that you hated her." Bucky didn't know; he tried so hard to remember, "I got worked up over the mission yesterday, I set myself on auto-pilot. I'll make it up to her, I promise." He got up, trying to think about how to make it up to you.
"Bucky. I'm not in a forgiving mood right now. But just know, she has been through a lot, and you're the only one in this building which still doesn't know that. The best thing you can do is listen to her." She spoke before angrily taking her bowl of grapes with her out into the living room where Vision was.
Before the mission,
"Alright, it is a short but stealthy mission. Y/n, Steve, Nat and Clint, you'll be navigating this one." Fury spoke.
"There is intel that there could be valuable information on Hydra hard drives. We need you to extract them and burn any remaining evidence." He spoke again, everyone agreed, looking through the files. Nat had rested a firm hand on yours, "are you sure you're up for this?" She asked. You simply smiled, confirming her question with a nod.
Everyone in the room with you knew your history with Hydra; that's how you became an esteemed Avenger. Telling everyone your story led to you using your skills to help people around the world. It wasn't uncommon for them to occasionally ask if you were okay or wanted to stay behind if it ever came to a hydra mission.
Now hours later, you were on your way back to the compound. Pretty much feeling like shit. You were numb, and there was no energy left in you. Of course, you didn't let your team see it, but you were exhausted. You just wanted to take a nice shower, eat and sleep for days.
The quinjet landed, and everyone was dis-embarking the jet.
Being the last one out, you slowly made your way into the compound. Not wanting to see anyone, you made yourself a tiny portal to your room that you walked through; you couldn't care. You stood in the middle of your room, not knowing what to do with yourself. Sliding slowly against the end of your bed. Still, with your daggers and weapons attached to your mission suit. You curled up, hiding your face into your knees.
Bucky had run out from his room as soon as he heard the quinjet landing. He came into the bay, looking around for you, but all he could see was Steve, Nat and Clint. Steve smiled upon seeing his best friend, "Hey Jerk, how was your day?" Steve asked, giving him a pat on the shoulder.
"Uh… not great… where's y/n?" Bucky asked, running his hand through his hair. Nat, Clint and Steve all turned their head to look at each other before looking at Bucky. "In her room, catching an early night." Steve smiled, "Steve… I screwed up!" Bucky panicked.
Clint and Nat were putting away their things while Steve stayed with Bucky. "Buck… I don't know what to say." Steve lightly spoke. "Give y/n some time. But not today." Nat spoke before walking out the doors with Clint. Bucky looked back at Steve, "What's with everyone telling me not to bother her today? Wanda, Sam… even Tony has said the same thing."
"This mission was draining for her," Steve advised his friend before giving him another reassuring pat on the back. "If you really want to know, without bother y/n. Just ask Tony. I'm sure he'll tell you." Steve smiled, walking off.
Tony was focused on his tech while Bruce was working at his computer, Bucky had walked in, and without looking up, Tony spoke. "What did you do to my daughter, Barnes?" He questioned. Bucky stood there feeling guilty. "I'm sorry, Tony… I really am. The mission got to me, and I took it out on her." Tony looked up from his laptop, "have you apologised to her?" Bucky shook his head. "Good. Like I said earlier, let her cool down." He spoke before going back to working on his tech.
Bucky stood there trying to say something, "Is there something else, Barnes?"
"That's what I wanted to ask you about." this made Tony sigh. A hand running down his chin, Tony gives Bruce a look. Walking over, he patted the surface of Bucky's back, "Come… sit", he spoke, taking a seat at one of the lab tables. "By what she tells me, you don't know that she was an ex-hydra assassin, correct?" Bucky's face was confused. He was taken aback. "Well, I'm taking that as a yes."
"You know I'm surprised that you've never come across her..." Tony continued. Bucky was wide-eyed; oh, he knew he was such an idiot. "If my time calculation is right, you would've been there the same time as her." looking directly at Bucky, "You're going to have to ask her yourself about her past. Seeing as I know about last night and the fact that you love my daughter." he let out a slight smirk. "I advise that you do one hell of a job to make sure she knows you love her." He spoke. Bucky nodded, and there Tony was, telling you bits of your story.
"I've spent almost two years not knowing she was a part of Hydra? God, I'm so stupid." he sighed, "Tony, I really am sorry." Bucky looked at him. "Don't tell me that; tell her that, bud."
He thought back to all of the times you were with him, all the times you tried to tell him. So when you said you understood him, you really were telling him the truth. Although he couldn't remember the conversation between you two last night, he knew from what Wanda had shown him.
Getting into the shower, you stood underneath the running water for quite a while.
Your thoughts floating in your head, this mission had torn you to pieces, physically and mentally. It had drained you, and all you needed was to regain your health. Cleaning yourself off and washing your hair, you spent a few minutes more under the running water. Thinking about the mission and about Bucky. Bucky was on your mind; you confided in him. He was like your best friend, so you didn't know how to feel when he did this. You tried the entire night to understand his feelings, but you weren't genuinely processing it.
Bucky was walking back to the main quarters when he heard your angered scream, "BUCKY FUCKING BARNES," looking at yourself in the mirrors. Your hair was a mix of pink and green. You furiously went into your showering, grabbing the shampoo and conditioner bottle, checking the contents; it was dye.
Bucky ran up the stairs, coming out into the halls where Sam was standing just a bit away from your room. Then it clicked; Sam turned to Bucky, "I thought you took it out of her shower." Bucky mentally face-palmed himself. "I forgot! I forgot!" Nat and Wanda were coming out of their rooms; they looked at each other with an 'oh fuck look'. Bucky turned to Wanda and Nat, who looked like they were going to kill him. "I'm sorry!" He panicked.
You were a mix of furious and sad; you paced around your room with tears streaming uncontrollably down your face. You dried your hair, slipping into a comfy jumper, some tights, and your combat boots. You pulled the hood over your head, grabbing your daggers. All you saw was red. Today all you needed was a nice shower, to have some food, put your mission gear away and then head to bed. But this was it, that was the cherry on top; you let the emotions run free.
You came out of your room to see Wanda, Nat, Sam, Clint and Vision standing there. "Where's Barnes!" You yelled at them. "H-here." Bucky came out from the staircase; your eyes snapped in his direction. Sam stood in front of your path, "y/n… y/n it was me. I'm-" you were still fuming; you had used your abilities to throw him out of your path. Clint came in sight, and you did the same thing to him.
Storming towards Bucky, your dagger was in your hand. Bucky stood there, not really know what to do. You kicked his chest in with much force that he went flying onto the ground. Groaning, you stalked closers, kneeling onto his chest, and he let you. You pulled the dagger to his throat. When you aggressively took the hoodie off to reveal your face, he could see you were crying. "You think this is fucking funny, Barnes?" You yelled at him, "I have done nothing but be nice to you!" You continued yelling at him.
Nat came in from behind you, but Bucky shook his head, "It's okay, Nat, let her." He groaned as you pushed into his chest. Still, with a dagger to his throat, he looked into your eyes as your cried. "I… I get it… I get that you hate me! I get it!" You cried out in anger. Everyone didn't really know what to do or how to react. They all just stood there watching.
"Y/n… please sweet. You're hurting him." Wanda spoke, your face dropped a bit, turning to Wanda, your eyes darkened, you couldn't get it out of your head. She saw it; she saw this look once before. This just made you a hundred times more dangerous, and you knew she wouldn't get in your way.
Turning back to Barnes, he was looking at you. "A-all I wanted was to come home, have a fucking shower and go to sleep." Your anger is apparent to him. The angrier you got, your hair began to strip of pink and green, turning into a jet black colour.
"I've called Tony," Clint reassured.
Bucky lifted his hand, he tried to caress your face, but you quickly swatted it away, "y/n… I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you…" he furrowed his brows, trying to bring back the y/n he loved. Your whimpers heard from him, "what did I do! What did I do for you not to like me." You yelled into his face. "I don't hate you Y/n… I promise you, I lo-" he stopped when you pushed the dagger further into his neck. You were too angry to let him speak; you couldn't.
Steve and Tony running up the stairs, Bucky briefly looked at Steve.
A black glow emitting from your other hand, and your eyes darkened more. Tony looked at Wanda and nodded. With a flick of her hands, she sent the dagger flying from your hands. Looking at Wanda, your eyes widened. Before you could do anything else, you were pulled off Bucky by the waist. "Hey… hey honey." You looked back to see your dad, a frown set upon your face as you dropped your hands; you gave in once you saw your dad.
Steve was helping Bucky up while everyone just stood there as you cried into your dad's arms, whimpering into his chest. He brought you into a tight hug caressing your back. Bruce came from behind, sedating you with an injection. Your eyed dilated slightly as you looked at your dad with pleas before falling limp into his arms.
Everyone watched, your hair turning back into its original colour. Bucky felt guilty, nor did he know that you had any abilities. Tony looks at Bucky shaking his head in disappointment before picking you up, carrying your sleeping body back to your room. "Friday, get Pepper over here," Tony spoke. "Right away, Tony."
"So everyone saw that?" Sam asked, "Y/n has powers?"
"Yes, she does, and it's none of your business." Wanda shook her head, walking off with Nat. Bucky was catching his breath as Steve held onto him. "I fucked up, Steve… I really did." He felt so bad. Steve looked at him with sympathy. "C'mon, Bud, let's get you back to your room. We can discuss this tomorrow." He spoke. Bucky looked at his best friend, "But I need her to know that I'm sorry… Steve, I need to tell her that I love her." He was almost in tears. "And you will tomorrow. The dose Bruce gave her will last until morning." Steve said.
Bucky sighed, nodding in defeat as he made his way to his bed. "Just trying and get some sleep, Buck." Steve closed the door behind him. Bucky laid on his bed, looking up at the ceiling all night, trying to think of how to tell you he was sorry.
"They were eventually going to find out how bad she could get..." Tony spoke, running his hand down his face, "I told you and Fury not to put her on that mission, Tony." Pepper quietly yelled at him. They both turned your way, watching as you slept softly under your sheets. "She said she was okay; I trust her, Pep. Who am I if I am not to trust our own daughter's words?" Tony sighed. Pepper's arms folded, she took a seat right next to you, caressing the hair out of your face. "Is Bucky okay?" Pepper asked; Tony rolled his eyes. "He's okay; Steve said he keeps going on about apologising."
"Are you going to let him apologise?" Pepper asked Tony.
"Mh… I'm thinking about it."
"Yes, okay… I'm not one to stop metal arm from apologising." Tony replied.
"Don't call him that," Pepper spoke, giving your forehead a kiss. "Okay... sorry," he whined before doing the same, pulling your duvets up to keep you warm…
Groaning, your eyes flutter open. You didn't move; you just stared at the ceiling. You remembered everything last night, and you felt guilty for what you had done to Bucky. Laying amongst your pillows, you continued to stare at the ceiling.
It was maybe about 45 minutes later when a soft knock on your door lured you from your daze. Bucky knocking on the door didn't bother you. You just continued your stare into the void.
On the outside of the door were Bucky and Tony. Tony stared at Bucky, whispering. "Go in, Manchurian Candidate. We don't have all day." Tony spoke, opening the door, pushing Bucky in before closing the door behind him. You were awake and unbothered by his presence.
He walked towards your bed, taking a seat next to you. "I made you your favourite." He lightly smiled; you softly turned your head to look at him then to the plate of food. Bucky indeed made your favourite food, but you had no words. You didn't say anything but turned back to stare at the ceiling. Bucky placed the plate on your bedside table. Lying right next to you, he sighed.
"Y/n… I'm really sorry about last night and the night before. It wasn't my intention to hurt you. I just wasn't in the right headspace, and I took it out on you" He quietly spoke. "I'm really sorry..."
"I know there have been multiple times you've tried to tell me that you were kidnapped by Hydra… and I'm sorry it took me until now to know." He turned to you as you tensed. He was exploring your features, the ones he had grown to love since the day he first met you.
"And I-" Bucky went to speak, but you cut him off, "Do you hate me?" You quietly asked, still with your eyes to the ceiling. Bucky shook his head, "I could never hate you y/n." "Then why say it?" You asked him again. "Because I was an idiot. I was angry, but I didn't mean any of it. I was so caught up in the mission that I took it out on you." he looked down at his hands.
"It was like I lost myself when I got back to the compound. But that is no excuse for what I did to you, and for that, I will spend however long it takes to make it up to you." You turned to look at him, and he was already looking at you. Sympathy in his eyes, you knew he was genuinely sorry.
"I never meant to hurt you last night, Buck. I'm really sorry, I feel horrible." He smiled lightly at you, "You don't need to be sorry. I understand how you felt, and I'm an idiot. I never wanted to hurt you."
And like any other conversation of yours, the pair of you started fighting again.
"But you did-"
"I know I did-"
"What did I do, Bucky? Where did I go wrong?"
"Nowhere… you didn't do anything."
"But then why-" you were thinking out loud, and you didn't mean to; the words were just slipping out.
"Because I love you, okay? I love you y/n! And I am so angry with myself that waited this long to tell-"
"I love you too..." You cut in. "I know you do," you spoke again.
"You know?" Bucky questioned. You nodded, "I have been able to read your mind since the day you step foot inside this compound, Bucky. I've loved you even before you started liking me." you sent him a small smile.
He went to speak but quickly shut his mouth, taking the advice that Tony gave him about listening to you. "And when you told me you hated me, I couldn't read your mind. I couldn't tell myself that you were lying and that you said it out of the moment." A tear fell down your face. Bucky rested his hand on your cheek, lightly caressing away the tears. "I've spent months trying to tell you so you knew you could talk to me. Because I understood. I wanted you to know that we had something in common. I wanted you to know that I loved you. But you never gave me that chance."
"All the times you would turn away from me, or ignore me or even go as far as to telling the team that you didn't want to go on missions with me."
"I tried because I thought you hated me…. Until that day, when you came home, and I had made you tacos. That was the first time I heard your mind again; I had heard you say that you loved me."
Bucky smiled; he remembered that day. Thinking back to it now, he knew he never said it, but he felt it because it was true. "So you knew what I've been thinking this whole time?" He quietly asked; you nodded softly.
"So, how about now?" He asked.
You furrowed your brows and then heard it, I love you, Y/n.
A small smile paved your face, "yeah... I heard that." he leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your lips which you returned.
He thought again, I'm so sorry for everything… I can't lose you, not when I've barely had you. I'm trying my best, for you and for me.
Your eyes opened back up, you stared into his eyes. "I forgive you, Bucky. Just please don't hurt me again." You whispered.
Bucky gave you a nod, kissing your forehead. "I will never hurt you again."
With the soft blink of your eyes, you believed him. You opened up your blanket, inviting him in. He took his shoes off and slide in next to you, pulling you into his arms. You smiled as he held you close to him. "Y/n?" Bucky whispered. You looked up to him humming in response.
"If it's not too much to ask, could you show me your past?" He asked; you thought about it for a second before gently nodding. Bringing your hand up, placing your hand softly on his forehead. Cuddled up together, you confided in him once and, going back to show him what you'd been trying to tell him from the very start.
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summary: When a mission with Sam goes wrong, and you're left bruised and battered, Bucky is there to piece you back together.
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
word count: ~4.3k
warnings: blood and injuries, recovery themes, medical procedures, sam wilson being the best, angst, fluff, happy ending
Bucky stood impatiently in the hangar of the compound, his arms hanging down by his sides, his fingers twitching anxiously. Steve and Natasha stood on either side of him, tracking the motion of the quinjet. Sam had sent an unstable transmission through his ear piece, and Steve was barely able to understand it. The mission you and Sam had been sent had been completed, gaining intel about an illegal weapons deal from a missionary group over the border of Canada.
The transmission that was sent was full of static, and Steve couldn’t understand what Sam was saying. The only thing he could read out was the pure panic in his voice, which had worried Bucky to no end. Millions of thoughts swirled in his head, unable to focus on anything. The three had been watching a movie when the transmissions came in, and as soon as he heard the franticness of Sam’s voice, he was unable to focus on anything else.
“How’re they looking?” Natasha asked, peering over Steve’s shoulder to look at the tablet in his hands. She looked down at the screen, watching the ragged movements of the aircraft.
“They’re approaching, but it might be a rough landing for them.” Bucky’s head whipped towards Steve, his eyes wide and frantic. The sound of the quinjet’s engines filled the air, and Bucky looked up, seeing one of the aircraft’s engines damaged, almost completely blown out. Parts of the quinjet fell onto the landing pad with a loud clunk echoing throughout the hangar, pieces rolling around.
The jet shook side to side as it hovered over the landing pad, and just as it was about to touch the ground, it suddenly jerked off to the side. Steve placed the tablet on a nearby table, watching as the quinjet crashed off to the side. A small explosion erupted at the damaged engine, gasoline dripping onto the white floor. Steve shouted for medical and fire, and Bucky raced forward, Natasha following him. The ramp extended out, and smoke filtered out.
Faint staggering steps were heard as a team of SHIELD agents ran up with fire extinguishers, and Dr. Cho ran up with a gurney, her lab coat flowing as she ran. Then, out of the smoke, Sam staggered out of the damaged quinjet, his face and arms all bloodied and bruised. In his arms laid you, head lolling against his shoulder, suit tainted with blood, face painted with bruises. You were barely conscious, blood pooling out of the cuts on your face and your nose. He wore a solemn look on his face and his eyes met Bucky’s.
Sam stepped forward, placing your limp body on the gurney, your head lolling aimlessly against the soft pillow. Dr. Cho shouted, grabbed the edge of the stretcher, pushing it down the hallway, with the help of her assistants. Sam winced, groaning loudly as he put pressure on his ankle. Steve quickly went to his side, and Bucky seemed to be frozen in place as he watched Dr. Cho raced you to the medical bay.
“What happened? We got the information about the weapons, what happened to Y/n?” Natasha asked, worry etching into her features, and she casted a side glance to Bucky, who kept his gaze on the bay doors.
“I-I don’t know. We were in the control room of the warehouse, there was no one in sight. Y/n downloaded all the files and sent them to Stark, and once we were on our way out, they just came out of nowhere. Ten or fifteen of them, armed with knives and clubs, I tried to usher them away, but they got the hold on her… she tried to take them on, but there were more of them than us.” Sam said, his eyes dropping to the floor. Natasha ushered a medic to their position, and a woman in a lab coat came with a medical kit, tending to Sam’s injuries.
“I was able to launch Redwing out and take out at least seven of them, she was fighting with everything she had. Once I was able to daze them, I grabbed her and ran to the jet and tried flying out of there, but they shot a missile at us. It didn’t do a great deal of damage, but it made the flight rough. I didn’t realize how many injuries she sustained. I-I couldn't… I couldn’t be by her side, and now she’s-”his gaze focused onto the scattered parts of the quinjet that laid on the floor, his hands shaking.
“Hey, this is Y/n we’re talking about. The same woman who smiled when her nose got broken on that mission in Bonn, remember? She’ll come out of this with a smile on her face, you know that.” Natasha said, and Bucky swallowed thickly. “Dr. Cho is with her, you know, the best we have. You did everything you could.” she said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
Steve sighed, crossing his arms as he looked over to his best friend, and he walked over to him. He placed a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “It’s not his fault,” Steve said in a low voice. Bucky nodded, swallowing and fidgeting with his hands.
“No, I know, I know. I don’t blame him. It’s just… she looked so lifeless when he carried her. And I don’t know-”
“Stop.” Steve said, shooting him a pointed glare. “She will be fine, you know that. She’s survived much worse.” Bucky frantically nodded his head, repeating it in his head like a mantra.
She’ll be fine. She’ll be fine. She will be fine.
Sam winced as the medic pressed an antiseptic wipe against a cut of his face, clenching and unclenching his fist. He caught Steve in the corner of his eye, patting Bucky on the shoulder before the soldier walked down the hall, to the medical bay. Sam took a deep breath in as Steve walked over to him and Natasha.
“He’s pissed at me, isn’t he?” Sam breathed out, looking over at Steve.
“No,” Sam looked skeptical at him. “You know him. He’s overthinking.” The medic rubbed ointment on blisters, cleaned and bandaged open cuts, wrapped his bruised and swollen wrist in a wrap, and spread ointment over purple bruises.
“Take it easy for a few days. No strenuous work or training until the swelling goes down in your wrist.” she said, packing up her medical supplies. “Helen will hopefully be out in a few hours on an update on Agent Y/l/n.” she said with a soft smile, before leaving the hangar. Sam nodded, wincing as he flexed his fingers. Natasha and Steve stood by each other as he stood up, taking one last look at the destroyed quinjet.
The lobby of the medical bay was eerily quiet, save from heavy breathing of Bucky. Sam trudged in, his eyes sagging with exhaustion. Steve and Natasha followed, taking a seat cross from Bucky while Sam sat next to him.
“Thank you for protecting her.” Bucky said, looking over at Sam. The man nodded, gently patting his shoulder. “I… I don’t blame you, by the way.”
Sam smiled, nudging him playfully. “I know, man. You know, she was my friend before she met you, I wasn’t going to leave her. We don’t leave our own behind. Especially not someone like her.”
Bucky smiled and nodded, feeling somewhat better that Sam had been looking out for you.
“How long has it been? Steve asked, breaking the silence that lasted only a few moments.
Bucky glanced at the clock on the wall, biting his lip nervously. “About two hours.” he said, voice thick with emotion. Steve nodded, and Natasha sighed, leaning her head against Steve’s shoulder.
Waiting seemed like an eternity, the only sounds being the ticking from the clock and Bucky’s constant sighing. Bucky anxiously scratched at his fingers, drawing red, irritated lines along the sides of his fingers. Steve had placed his cheek on the top of Natasha’s head, taking her hand in his, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.
After what felt like hours, Dr. Cho stepped out of the room, her hair that was one in a neat ponytail, now messy with strands poking out. Bucky sat up straight, nudging Sam, who had dozed off.
“How is she?” Sam asked, and Steve and Natasha perked up, the lines of Steve’s jacket embedded on her cheek. She sat up, running her hands through her messy hair, looking over at Dr. Cho.
“She sustained quite a few serious injuries, she had a stab wound in her shoulder which has been stitched and cleaned up, a severe concussion, three cracked ribs, a fractured wrist and a strain in her ankle, but that should be healed in a few days. She has quite a few injuries that I would like to monitor over the next few days, like her wrist and ribs, and the concussion.” Dr. Cho said, sighing as she read over the medical chart in her hand.
“There is a possibility of amnesia with the concussion, but when she was brought in, she was conscious, and knew of her surroundings. But it’s still a possibility. After the cast comes off on her wrist, I would recommend physical therapy. Other than that, I would say she’ll be okay.” Dr. Cho finished, and Bucky felt somewhat relieved.
“How long do you think she’ll be in the medical bay for?” Natasha asked.
“I would like to keep her here for the next few days, monitoring her head and ribs, but if everything looks good, she should be good to be in her own room. Although I am putting her on bed rest for the next two weeks, and after that I would highly recommend that she stays away from training and doing missions.” she said, looking over to Bucky. “You can see her if you’d like. We just put her under sedation, so she’ll be asleep for the rest of the night.” she said softly, and nodded at them before retreating down the hall.
Bucky stood up and made his way into the room, holding his breath when he laid eyes on you. You seemed fragile, laying in a light gown with a thin blanket splayed over your bruised form. Bruises and cuts littered your face and arms, and he could see the braced wrap that covered your left arm, and the white bandage that covered your shoulder.
Bucky sat down in the chair next to your bed, and gathered your uninjured hand in his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. He held on tightly to your hand while you slept, leaning his body over the edge of the bed. He laid his forehead on your arm, and he closed his eyes.
He didn’t remember drifting off into a dreamless sleep, but the feeling on fingers shakily combing through his hair roused him from his sleep. Bucky lifted his head up groggily, meeting your tired eyes. “Hi, sleepyhead.”
“Hi,” he said, before frowning. He blinked his eyes rapidly, clearing the sleepiness from his eyes. You gave him a tired smile, and he shot up faster than you’d ever seen, hovering over you, unsure of what to do. “You’re awake! Oh, god you’re awake… do you need anything? Does anything hurt? Do I need to get Dr. Cho? Oh, I should tell Sam-”
“N-no, I’m fine.” you whispered, closing your eyes. “Just calm down a bit, okay?” you giggled, grabbing his hand with your uninjured hand. You tugged, and Bucky sat down, bringing the chair as close as he could to your bedside.
“How are you feeling?” Bucky asked, and you turned your head to look at him.
“A little sore, but okay. My head hurts a little.” Bucky nodded, holding your hand in his, squeezing lightly. The door squeaked open, and Bucky turned around to see Sam poke his head in, a small stuffed falcon in his hand.
“Looks like you have a visitor.” Bucky whispered, and Sam stepped into the room, slowly making his way over to the other side of your bed. You smiled up at him as he took a seat next to your bed.
“Hi, Sammy.” you said, and Sam smiled, carefully taking your injured hand in his. You saw his eyes fill with tears, and he struggled to say something. You heard Bucky get up and walk to the doorway, giving the two of you privacy.
“Hey, missy.” he said in a tight voice. He cleared his throat, bringing the plush animal up off his lap, onto the bed. You smiled at him, gently encasing his hand with yours. “I’m so sorry-”
“Sammy, stop.” you said, urging him to look up at you. “It’s not your fault, okay? I don’t blame you, so please don’t put this on yourself. You were the one that grabbed me so we could escape. You triaged me the best you could, and survived because of you.” he looked at you, and you squeezed his hand gently. “It’s not your fault, okay?”
Sam nodded, leaning forward, gingerly hugging your frail body. You hugged him back, pressing your face into his shoulder. He held the back of your head and kissed your temple before pulling back. He wiped his face and held the stuffed falcon in his hands.
“For me?” you asked with a smile, and Sam laughed lightly, nodding his head. He handed you the stuffed toy, and you held it gingerly in your hand, fingers dancing over the brown wings and black beaded eyes.
“I’m happy that you’re okay, missy. I don’t know what I would do if I lost you.” Sam said, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.
You hugged the stuffed toy close to your chest, and you urged Sam to come closer. With all the strength you had, you leaned forward and tenderly kissed him on the cheek. You smiled at him and looked at your falcon again, toying with the fluffy feathers.
“I’m glad you’re okay too, Sammy. But if I catch you blaming yourself, I will be very upset with you, you hear me? Very upset.” you said, looking at him with the best stern face you could muster. But a tired smile broke through your faux stern expression.
“Yes, ma’am.” Sam saluted you. He could see exhaustion evident in your eyes, and he leaned forward, tucking the blanket around you. “Get some rest.” he whispered, and you nodded, relaxing into the pillows as sleep overtook you.
As Dr. Cho promised, you were released from the medical bay within the next few days, with two bottles of pain medication and plenty of wraps and braces to change. She had offered to place your braced wrist in a sling, noticing how you held it close to your chest, and you obliged. Bucky walked next to you, one hand on your elbow, the other on the small of your back, gently guiding you to the residential wing of the compound.
“You okay?” Bucky asked, noticing how you were biting your lip. You nodded, stretching out your sore ankle. You took a deep breath in, leaning into his side to take the sudden pressure off your ankle. “You know, I could always just carry you.” You chuckled, leaning your cheek onto his shoulder.
“I know, but my legs are so stiff from laying down all week. It’s just a little sore.” you said, continuing your trek from the medbay to your shared room. You knew doing the little things in your daily routine were going to be a little rough at first, but you could get through it. After all, there were worse injuries you had come out of.
Bucky opened the door and held it open, and you walked through, making a line for the comfy bed you craved, rather than the lumpy medical bed you had been lying on all week. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, you exhaled deeply, closing your eyes.
Bucky closed the curtains, seeing as it was almost completely dark outside, and he quickly moved around the room, turning the lights on. He gently closed the door, kicking off his shoes before making his way back to you, kneeling down to your eye level. You opened your eyes, softly smiling at you, and Bucky leaned forward, kissing your forehead.
“Why don’t I get you into a bath and some fresh clothes, and then settle down for the night, hm? That sound okay?” Bucky asked gently, tucking your hair behind your ear. You nodded, allowing him to help you up, guiding you to the bathroom. He sat you on the closed toilet seat and leaned over the edge of the tub, turning on the warm water.
Turning back around to you, Bucky leaned down and carefully removed your clothes, taking the sling off your arm with care, and placing the cover that Dr. Cho had given you hours ago. You frowned, turning your hand around.
“It looks like a clear oven mitt.” you said, and Bucky chuckled, sealing it at your elbow. He turned off the water and grabbed your hand, helping you ease into the tub. You closed your eyes, feeling the warm water soothe your bruised body.
“It’s not too hot, is it?” Bucky asked, and you shook your head.
“It feels nice.” you said. Bucky smiled and sat down on the edge of the tub. He leaned over and grabbed a cup, dipping it into the water. He watched it fill to the brim, and shielded your eyes with his hand, pouring the water down your hair. He poured a quarter-sized amount of shampoo in his palm and rubbed his fingers together, massaging your scalp. Your eyes fluttered shut, Bucky’s fingers working magic against your head.
Bucky rinsed out your hair, clearing out the suds of shampoo with water, and he repeated the same motion again, this time with your conditioner. While he let the conditioner sit in your hair, he grabbed the loofa from the wall and gently picked up your arm, tenderly moving the sponge up and down your arm.
You watched him, smiling when you saw the concentration in his furrowed brows. Hegently dipped your arm back into the water, and cupped the backs of your knees, washing them as well. “You treat me too good.” you whispered.
Bucky looked up at you, and he shook his head. “You deserve every bit of this treatment, sweetheart. All the time.” Bucky smiled at you as he rinsed out your hair. He unplugged the tub, and slowly the water drained out of the tub. He grabbed a towel and helped you up, and he wrapped you in the towel, leading you out of the bathroom.
Rummaging through drawers, he pulled out an old t-shirt that he had seen you wear countless times, and a soft pair of shorts, helping you into them. Bucky carefully pulled off the cover of your brace and placed it on the desk, grabbing one of the bottles of pain medication Dr. Cho had prescribed you.
Bucky placed the small white pill in the palm of your hand, and as you threw it back in your mouth, he brought a glass of water to your lips. Squeezing your eyes shut, you swallowed the pill back with water, wincing at the feel of the medicine against your tongue.
“Let’s get you to bed, yeah?” Bucky murmured, and you nodded. You felt an ounce of guilt pass through you, and you looked up at him. Bucky caught your eyes as you laid down back against the soft sheets. “You okay, baby?”
You nodded. “You don’t have to do any of this for me,” Bucky sat down on the edge of the bed, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your lips.
“Yes, I do. I love doing this, okay? You’re not burdening me, or taking up any of my time. I would rather wait months and see you get better than not help you, and watch you suffer silently. I love you, honey. And I’m willing to wait however long it takes for you to get better. I’m with you through it all. Okay?” Bucky said, tenderly cradling your face in his hands.
“Okay,” you whispered, and you felt the drowsiness of the pain medication start to kick in. Bucky draped the sheets over your body, and he quickly made his way across to his side, turning off the lights before crawling in the bed with you.
“We’re gonna get through this together, okay? Together.” Bucky whispered as he pulled you into his arms, so that your head was resting on top of his chest. You nodded before closing your eyes, letting yourself fall into a dreamless sleep.
Over the course of the next couple of weeks, Bucky stayed true to his word, staying by your side through everything.
When you would wake up, tears streaming down your face from the sudden pain in your arm, Bucky would be there, wiping away your tears, pressing a cool ice pack to your fractured wrist. When you had trouble cutting up your dinner, feeling everyone’s concerned eyes on you, Bucky would help you without hesitation. Or when it was time for your physical therapy appointment, he was there next to you, a comforting hand on your shoulder, when you tensed up during your hand stretches.
But most of all, he was there when you felt your walls crumble, feeling useless and helpless. Not being able to do the smallest task because of your hand, Bucky was there to wipe your tears away, to hold and comfort you, to press soft and loving kisses to your forehead and cheeks.
Sam always did his best to cheer you up, and sometimes it worked. Him intimidating one of the characters from the movies you’d watch, activating Redwing and having him follow Bucky around always brought a smile to your face. And most of all, when he noticed you were in an off-mood, and Bucky was out with Steve on a briefing meeting with Tony, he made you his famous beignets, coated with powdered sugar. He showed them to you, and your mood instantly lightened up.
One morning, on a rare occasion, you awoke before Bucky. You looked over at his sleeping form, and pressed a light kiss to his cheek before padding down the hall, and into the kitchen. Pushing yourself on the balls of your feet, you reached and grabbed Bucky’s mug, one that was grey with a quote from his favorite book, The Hobbit. You filled the filter with grounds and brewed coffee for him, while rummaging through the fridge for a muffin.
You knew, on the occasion, that Bucky loved quiet mornings, and he would usually be drinking his coffee with a muffin to go with it. So, you looked through the fridge before your eyes landed on the blueberry muffin he had bought a week earlier.
You pulled it out and closed the door, moving your attention back to the coffee that was almost ready. Studying for a moment, you looked down at your arm that was still in a sling, and came to a decision. Grabbing the mug with your free hand, you held the muffin by the wrapper in your injured hand’s hold, you held onto the pastry in a vice-like grip, fear of dropping it.
You made your way back to your room, feeling your hand start to cramp up from holding the muffin. You pushed open the door with your foot, and placed it on the desk near the door, looking up to see Bucky still asleep. You placed the muffin next to the mug, stretching out your hand.
The bedsheets rustled, and Bucky turned on his back, a hand coming up to wipe his face. Smiling to yourself, you grabbed the handle of the mug and walked over to his side, and you placed the mug on his nightstand, going back to the muffin.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.” you whispered, leaning down to press a kiss on his forehead as he blinked his eyes open. Bucky smiled tiredly at you and sat up, stretching his arms above his head.
“Morning, doll,” his voice came out rough. He leaned forward and pressed a sleepy kiss to your jaw, nudging his nose into your cheek.
“I made you coffee.” you said, grabbing the mug shakily. Bucky grasped the handle and smiled at you, taking a sip of the dark coffee. “And I brought you a muffin.” You smiled at him.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” Bucky said, placing the mug back on the nightstand. He pulled you into his lap, arms circling around your lower back. “What’s all this for?” he asked, tilting his head. You shrugged, playing with the lapels of his Henley that he wore, fingers circling around the buttons.
“I dunno… I just wanted to do something nice for you. Just as a thank you for the last few months, being patient with me.” you said, ducking your head in embarrassment. Bucky curled his finger and hooked it under your chin, gently bringing you to meet his eye.
“You don’t have to make me coffee, or bring me pastries to thank me. Being here with you, being able to hold you at night, and to sit next to you at dinner, or having you in my lap when we’re watching a movie, that’s enough for me. You’re enough for me.” Bucky said, and you felt tears well in your eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” you whispered, pressing your lips to his. Bucky cradled the back of your head as your lips molded against each other, fitting like a puzzle piece. Bucky pulled away, keeping you firmly in his lap as he reached for the muffin, tearing off a piece and offering it to you. You smiled and took it, biting into the soft pastry.
Looking at Bucky as he ate his muffin and drank his coffee, you felt an undying devotion to him, knowing that through the thick and thin of life, he would be there through it all. Through the happy moments to the rough patches, you had him. And that was more than enough for you.
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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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old friends. bucky barnes
word count: 1.7k
warnings: swearing, angst, mention of killing, guns, knives, lots of sarcasm and anger all the good stuff
requested: heey love! just saw that your requests are open and I thought I could request a Bucky oneshot because I am really in love with your writing. so, here's the idea: the reader is a skilled assassin herself but is more like an antihero. somehow she encounters the avengers, like Sam or Steve maybe, which is how she gets to know Bucky. They start to evolve feelings for each other blabla until one day buck looses control and beats her up like really really bad cause she doesn't wanna fight him back. I'd love to leave the ending and details up to you!
a/n: i have a couple other parts already written for this and while this particular part doesn't completely fulfil the request, it is the start of something along those lines so hang in there! this is just the beginning!
you held your gun at arms length, eyes darting around the hallway as you scoped out your surroundings. your feet padded along the concrete hallway, your body clad in a skintight leather suit that was chafing your thighs like crazy. your bottom lip was caught between your teeth, turning another corner to find it empty like all the rest. you let out a humph, your eyebrows knitting for a second as you lowered your gun.
"what the hell?" you muttered under your breath. you tucked your gun back into the holster before continuing down the hallway until you reached a dead end and a single door. your hand hovered over your gun as you pushed the door. you rattled the door handle but it didn't budge. you took a few steps back before running at the door and slamming your shoulder into it with a thud.
suddenly the door cracked open and you went flying inside the room, stumbling over your own feet. your hand quickly grabbed your gun as you tried to regain yourself. your eyes travelled up, the same time you lifted your gun and in front of you stood a round of familiar faces. your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head as you straightened yourself out.
"oh god," you let out an audible groan. "what the hell are you guys doing here?"
"we could ask you the same thing," sam quipped back. you sent him a glare out the corner of your eye before redirecting your attention to steve who stood at the forefront of the team of avengers.
"god, you cock blocks always ruin my fun," your hand remained glued to the gun you held out aiming at steve, who was eyeing you up with caution.
"i wouldn't call disrupting a military organised rescue mission fun," sam couldn't help himself. you got on every one of his last nerves and you loved it.
you shrugged. "well that's why we could never be friends, bird man," you rolled your eyes back over to when he cleared his throat to intervene.
"enough," you sneered at the way he lowered his voice. "if you don't turn around and leave, we have no choice but to take you in— you know that."
"or maybe i could just go ahead and kill all of you," your smile dropped from your lips, watching steves frown deepen because he knew what kind of threat you were. "then you wouldn't have to do anything."
"c'mon, y/n," tony spoke up. you glanced at him for the first time since you barged in. the man you probably hated most out of them all. you didn't give him more than a glance.
"none of you have any idea who's dirty work you're doing here," you fought back, your grip growing tighter on the handle of your gun. your teeth gritted. "always blindly following orders, hm?"
"and what about you?" natasha couldn't hold her tongue any longer. you cocked an eyebrow, pursing your lips as the red head spoke up. "how long were you under dreykov's thumb for?"
you clenched your jaw, you took a few angry steps closer before swinging your arm so the gun faced natasha now. "you are a traitor and a coward, and you have no idea what you're talking about," you spat hastily. she didn't flinch, her arms remained folded across her chest, staring down the barrel of the gun.
"alright— enough!" steve intervened again, slapping the gun out of natasha's face. she huffed and turned away from you. "will you put that gun away for christ sake, nobody's killing anyone today."
you gritted your teeth, breathing through your nose to steady yourself. you had once gotten along with the avengers until they turned their back on you. and seeing them again was bringing back old feelings.
"you always did take her side in a fight," you dropped your gun down for a second, backing towards the door but you were halted. your back collided into another person, you turned around and saw a man staring down at you, blocking your way out. he had long, dark hair covering most of his face but the pair of piercing blue eyes was what caught your attention first. you took a step back as he towered over you, your gun slipping for a split second but you recovered quickly and tightened your grip.
"hang on—" your eyebrows knitted together as you came to a sudden realisation. "how the hell did you get your hands on the winter soldier?" your eyes trailed up and down him, his expression staying the same until you uttered the name. his jaw tightened as he glanced down at his feet for a second.
he shook his head, meeting your eyes again before he spoke. “that's not my name."
"oh really?" you teased, eyebrow twitching upwards. "we've met before, if you want me to jog your memory?” you followed his gaze as he tried to avoid your piercing stare. he shook his head a little softer this time. you gritted your teeth. "you tried to kill me."
he faltered for a split second but quickly tried to disguise it. he sniffed, shaking his head again. "i had no control—"
"oh, well that makes all the trauma you inflicted ok then—"
"y/n!" steve growled, cutting you short as his patience began to wear thin with you. it always did, you knew how to push every one of their buttons.
"cut it out, kid. you made your point," tony mumbled, his eyes struggling to meet yours. you shook your head.
"i can't believe i ever associated with you cranks."
"she was an avenger?" a voice you didn't recognise spoke for the first time, you frowned. it was young, girl-ish and wearing spandex.
"no," you narrowed your eyes at him and he seemed to shrink back away from you. you glanced at tony again. "you're recruiting kids now? that must be sitting nicely on your conscience, tony."
"i'm not a kid," the spandex clad kid in the corner tried lowering his voice to disguise himself but he'd already given himself away.
"have fun dealing with that weight when he gets killed, alright?" you teased a little too darkly.
"you never did know when to stop talking," clint chimed in for the first time.
"how's the wife and kids, barton? haven't paid them a visit in a while— 'they still living out in—"
he took a step forward, his hand moving to grab an arrow, his bow swinging up to face you but it was natasha who held out her hand to stop him.
"always so dramatic," you rolled your eyes, turning away from the gang and back to where the winter soldier stood blocking your exit. you look him up and down again. "steve, you wanna tell your guard dog to move out of my way or do i have to make him?"
"you can't leave, you're involved," steve was short, he was trying not to lose his temper with you. you made it incredibly hard for anyone to be nice to you.
"also, you just told us you came here to deliberately sabotage this mission," sam added. "we can’t just let you leave to finish off what you started."
you eyed them both up irritably. realistically you had no way of leaving if they were going to try and stop you. you were greatly outnumbered.
you humphed. "what're you gonna do with me anyhow? guarantee you'll be sick of me in a couple hours and you'll have wished you let me go right now."
"it's not up to us," tony shook his head. "you've got a lot of people looking to hold you accountable for some pretty serious shit."
you shook your head, chewing on your bottom lip. "assholes," you murmured, more to yourself than to them directly. you narrowed your eyes at him, eyebrows furrowing at the tone tony was taking with you. "if i remember correctly, you've all done some pretty serious shit in the past but i don't see that catching up with any of you."
"it's not the same—" tony shook his head but you cut him off.
"no because you have money, a shit tonne of it, so you can make it go away," you humphed, eyes dragging away from tony. "i don't see natasha being held accountable— and trust me—if you think i'm bad—“
"will you shut it," natasha snapped, her fists clenching at her side.
you let out a soft smirk, seeing her breathing heavy out the corner of you eye. "full house," you mumbled under your breath, amused that you got a rise out of every one of them in a matter of minutes. "you're all so easy."
"you're coming with us," steve ignored your comment, nodding to bucky. he picked up his shield and walked passed you without even a glance in your direction.
"fat chance," you scoffed, but before you could reach for your gun again, you were swiftly disarmed by the winter soldier. he tucked your gun away and made to grab your wrists, only for you to smack his hands away. you shook your right arm downwards, letting your backup knife fall from your sleeve and into your palm. you lifted it to his neck, the blade pressed up against his skin. "try to touch me again and i swear to god i'll kill you."
he didn't seem to flinch. he picked up on the slight tremble in your grip that might have gone unnoticed by anyone else. bucky gave you a second before catching you off guard and slapping the knife away from his throat, his hand catching your wrist before prying it out of your grip.
you huffed. "you're making the wrong call following them," you teased as he spun you around, yanking your hands behind your back and restraining your wrists with a zip tie. "trust me, you'll regret it. and i think you have enough regret to last you a lifetime, and then some.”
he turned back round to face him, his breath fanning your face he had leaned in so close to you. "why would i trust anything you say?"
you shrugged, your lips dipping down for a second. "that’s fair— you probably shouldn't."
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The Falcon and the Winter Soldier Season Two: Agent Avery
Summary: During an intense interrogation, your existence is made obsolete when half the population is turned to dust. What felt like a mere five minutes was in fact— five years. ￼￼With the knowledge that Hydra was once again rising with intentions more sinister then the last, you do the job you were originally sent out to do. Protect Sargent James Buchanan Barnes at whatever means necessary. Kicking off right after the events of season one.
Prologue: “Cut off one head…” During an intense interrogation, your existence is made obsolete when half the population is turned to dust. What felt like a mere five minutes was in fact— five years. Setting out on an undercover op to observe the newly pardoned Super Soldiers post blip.
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Hello World - Bucky Barnes x Reader
a/n: aww, you guys were so ready for Baby Barnes to make an appearance... here she/he is! i loved this. if you want the baby series to continue and want to see Bucky as a dad, shoot me over some ideas in my ask! :)
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It was as though time stood still that night. Your life seemingly moved in slow motion when you awoke and felt the throbbing pain developing in your lower back. You were more than used to backaches, but something about this pain made you struggle to get your bearings. You were due in a week, so you wouldn't be too shocked if this child decided to make their appearance early.
Pushing a breath from between your tightly thinned lips, you gazed over to see Bucky in a peaceful slumber, not having a single idea of what was going on. You decided not to bother him. Maybe it was just Braxton hicks, you had been having them for the longest time. You remembered all of the online articles you read plus the advice Sarah had given you as time inched closer.
“If your contractions are five minutes apart, lasting one minute for one hour or longer.”
So you tried to lie back down, now extremely uncomfortable since you were awoken from an almost peaceful state. Pregnancy had caused you to not receive the hours you were used to, as you would always either be up in the middle of the night, or you just weren’t comfortable.
You cast your eyes over to the corner of the room, noting that the hospital bags were packed and ready to go if this was it. They had been so for the last month now. Stroking a hand across your swollen belly, part of you was excited, yet the other part remained scared. This was an entirely new field for you and Bucky. You had talked about it for months ever since you saw those two pink lines on the pregnancy test. You dreamt of what the baby looked like, whether they were Bucky’s absolute twin or at least favored you some.
Moving the covers off of you, you quietly rolled out of bed and stood upright, but soon that dull ache made itself known again in your lower back, this time a bit sharper than before. It caused you to let out a groan of discomfort to which you felt the bed move instantly.
“Doll?” Bucky’s sleepy voice called your name. He rubbed his eyes with his hand, propping himself up on his metal arm. Glancing at you, his eyes widened instantaneously when he saw you doubled over the side of the bed, grimacing. Rushing out from under the blankets, he appeared behind you within seconds, his hands on your back. “What’s wrong?” He questioned.
You sucked a breath in, trying to breathe. “I-I’m fine,” You whispered. It had been about eight minutes already since your last one, so maybe this wasn’t it. “I think they’re just stronger Braxton hicks?” You quietly muttered, feeling as Bucky’s hand rubbed your lower back soothingly. You stood up and wrapped your arms around your fiancé, holding him close to you as you absentmindedly began to sway your hips back and forth.
“Could you run me some water?” You asked him in a hushed voice.
“Of course, love.” Bucky quickly said, kissing your forehead. He stumbled, still practically half-asleep, out from the bedroom and into the connected bathroom. You heard the water start to run, the scent of essential oils filling your airways, releasing waves of calm over you. You pushed yourself into the bathroom and began lazily taking off your clothes, your massive belly protruding. Bucky smiled warmly at you, rubbing his hand across it.
“Want me to join you?” He asked you gently, grasping your bare shoulders.
“Mmhm,” You whined to which he quickly began removing his clothes. Once the water was entirely filled, Bucky held your hand as you stepped over the edge, slowly sinking into the water. He always ran the best baths for you.
Bucky found himself slipping in behind you. He placed his hands gently on your shoulders, carefully pulling you against him so your back rested against his chest. You smiled contently as he poured handfuls of water over your stomach and shoulders, earning a delighted moan from your lips.
But as he poured the third handful over you, the pain reappeared, only this time you felt the tension in your stomach. You felt as it waved from your lower back, all the way to your midsection, wrapping itself around you. You let out a pained groan, rushing to grasp Bucky’s hands. You intertwined them in his, squeezing for dear life.
“Doll, are you sure this isn’t it?” He asked. You thought back to the previous two, noting that this one came a bit closer than the last. Which made you absentmindedly think that maybe it would be wise to head to the hospital.
“It might be,” You whined, pushing yourself off of Bucky so you could lean over the tub. He put his hands against your back and rubbed, making you grumble under your breath as it finally passed. Relaxing back onto Bucky’s chest, you exhaled deeply. “That one hurt a bit, not gonna lie,” You hissed.
You two remained in the tub for about twenty more minutes and you had three waves of pain, each progressing just a little more. Bucky helped you out and grabbed you a pair of clothes. You two decided to make the move to the hospital and that’s when your nerves began to develop. You hissed as you two exited from your home, another pain racking your body, which made you stop on the doorstep. Bucky finished loading everything into the car before he walked back over and grasped your hand, leading you to the passenger’s side.
The drive to the hospital was filled with your constant moans of pain as each one made its course through your body. You quickly sent a text over to some of your family members, knowing they would see it once they woke up. You knew this baby wasn’t coming for a good while, even though right now, the pain said otherwise.
When you reached the hospital and were settled into a room, you discovered you were already three centimeters, the doctor suggesting you would have a baby that afternoon.
“Are you opting for an epidural, Ms. Y/L/N?” The doctor asked you to which you shook your head no, Bucky’s eyes suddenly widening.
“Doll, I thought you wanted,” - You shook your head again, raising your hand.
“No, I want to try and do this naturally.” You smiled softly as another contraction made its way, causing you to cry out in pain and reach for Bucky who grabbed you immediately. You tangled your arms around his neck as he kissed your cheek tenderly. A tear couldn’t help but form in your eye as you inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly as you were instructed, Bucky trying his best to keep up with you. He wanted to be calming, he wanted to show you that he was your partner in this. He was trying to be the best father he could be before this baby made its appearance.
“Just think, doll,” Bucky whispered into your ear as you two stood in your room, swaying back and forth. He clasped his hand in yours and it looked as though you were slow dancing to something from the forties, which made you giggle against his shoulder. “We’re meeting our little boy or girl here soon.” He said as he kissed your forehead sweetly.
You smiled. “I know… I’m so nervous.” You mumbled.
“I am too,” Bucky admitted. As you were about to add to the conversation, another contraction hit you, this one a lot worse than the rest. You let out a cry and snatched your hands out of Bucky’s, only to toss them around his neck, holding him tight.
“I know, doll, I know,” Bucky coaxed, moving to push circles against your back. You whined desperately against him, the waves of pain making your vision go blurry as they continued to intensify.
Cut to about three hours later, you were nestled inside of the tub, warm water streaming across you. Bucky was on his knees in front of you, rubbing your arms soothingly as you bellowed through each contraction, whimpering towards the end.
“We’re never having sex again,” You moaned loudly, making the nurse who was in the room snicker. “I’m serious, Bucky!” You cried. “If you dare bring that thing around me, I’m cutting it off!”
Bucky clenched at your word choice, smiling gently as he rubbed your arms.
“You are officially at ten… I’ll be right back,” The nurse said. You looked up at Bucky, fear striking you.
“Oh my God,” You gasped. “This… This is really about to happen? You cried, another pain forcing itself onto you. You felt the immense pressure beginning to build which made you practically scream, clasping onto Bucky.
“I, I need you,” You moaned loudly, hands gripping him. Bucky simply obeyed and removed his shirt. He slipped into the tub and spread his legs, letting your back lay in between them. Moments later the doctor and nurse reappeared.
The pressure was building to a point you could barely stand and that’s when your body already started taking control, your cries erupting in the room. Bucky’s heart was shattering at the sounds you made. He only wanted to take it all away from you.
“Alright, on your next contraction, I just need you to take a deep breath and hold for ten, okay?” You quickly nodded, nearly about to strangle yourself from the pain.
You felt another contraction on the heels of the previous one. Bucky helped you to pull your legs back, his voice at your ear the entire time. You closed out entirely what the doctor was saying, your attention on the person behind you. Your safe haven.
You bore down, a scream eliciting from your throat as you pushed, Bucky coaxing you.
“Come on, doll, you got this, good girl,” He praised you as your breath left your lungs. You immediately went back, gripping into Bucky’s thighs as you cried harder, sweat already beginning to form around your head.
The burning sensation began which made you feel dizzy, groans emerging left and right from your mouth. “Y/N, you’re crowning, so just breathe. Don’t push.” The doctor looked at you. The pressure was building, you desperately wanted to.
“Oh my God,” You moaned. “I really need to,” Bucky rubbed your legs gently.
“Don’t,” He commanded you. “Just breathe, doll. I’m right here.” He promised you.
You felt a pop, the baby’s head fully out, the nurse smiling. “Baby’s got a head full of dark hair,” She smiled and tears fell from your eyes, already knowing this child was going to look just like Bucky.
Another contraction came and you pushed as hard as you could, Bucky counting to ten for you. You released your breath and you could already hear the excitement in his voice.
“Oh, doll, I’m so proud of you!” He smiled widely, his voice cracking slightly.
Your head flopped against Bucky’s shoulder.
“One more and you’ve got a baby,” The doctor grinned at you both.
“I… I can’t,” You mumbled, your every ounce of strength failing you. You felt like you couldn’t do it.
Bucky kissed your temple.
“Yes, you can, doll. Just one more push, okay?” He kissed you again.
You inhaled deeply and pushed one final time, relief washing over you as you felt the baby exit from you. You nearly screamed and saw as the child was lifted out of the water and placed directly onto your chest. Bucky released your legs and placed his hands on top of yours, both of you beginning to cry.
“Hello, lovely, oh my gosh,” You mumbled, running your hand across their sweet face. The nurse was quick to clamp the cord and handed Bucky the scissors. He cut it gently and you smiled, crying harder.
“Oh my, what are you?” You cried, looking. The doctor glanced at the baby and smiled softly.
“It’s a boy,”
You cried harder, Bucky’s own sobs erupting once he heard the sex.
• • • •
You cuddled closer into Bucky who was lying next to you, your son cradled in his arms.
He was absolutely beautiful. His hair was dark and his eyes were pretty blue. He looked as though he was Bucky’s twin with a few features resembling yours such as your nose and lips. Everything else was a spitting image of his father.
“What are we going to name you, little dude?” Bucky laughed, his eyes drying up from the cries he did a little while ago. You looked up at him, the name coming to you. You both had mentioned it in conversation. Bucky desperately said that if the baby was a boy, he wanted to name him after his very best friend… He wanted nothing more than this child to have a piece of Steve with him wherever he went.
“You’re thinking of that one name… aren’t you?” Bucky questioned you, making you giggle and nod your head in exhaustion. Bucky glanced down at the sleeping baby who had his hand wrapped around Bucky’s index finger.
“Welcome to the world…” Bucky smiled, throwing his head back before he stared back down at the perfect baby. With a tear in his eye, he sniffled. “Grant Buchanan Barnes,”
The baby moved within Bucky’s grasp, his tiny hand tightening around Bucky’s finger which caused a cry to erupt from your fiancé.
Grant was already the absolute love of your lives. He only made your bond become stronger.
And he was named after an absolute hero.
Steven Grant Rogers, this is for you.
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You are safe with me · Bucky Barnes x reader
A/N So this one was requested by @caritobbg, I really hope you like it dear! Enjoy my sweet sugar cubes!!!
TW: anxiety attack/astrophobia, mild language
It was a normal day in the tower, everyone was minding their own business. You were walking down to the lab as Tony asked you to check up on some prototipes.
As you were walking down a hallway, you were too focused on your phone to notice the person that was walking in the hall too until you bumped into them, making you look up from your phone only to be met with a pair of blue eyes staring down at you.
A sheepish smile appeared on your lips as you noticed you had just bumped into none other than Bucky Barnes himself, but what made the situation more awkward was that he was holding you tightly, the moment you bumped into him, Bucky held you from the waist in an almost instinctive movement and the fact that you just realized the position you two were in made your cheeks paint with a fade shade of pink.
"I'm sorry, Bucky. I should have paid attention to where I was walking."
He cleared his throat, letting go of your waist as you took a step backwards, as he was now aware of the situation you both were in.
"Yeah, no problem, (y/n)."
He sent you a small smile, making butterflies fly in your stomach wildly. The two of you smiled at each other, before continuing your journeys through the hallway.
This was how your relationship with Bucky was. A friendship that was supposed to be more, but neither of you gave the first step. The feelings were obvious, perhaps too obvious to your liking but there was nothing you could do regarding what your heart screamed at you about Bucky Barnes.
Two days later, you were in the kitchen, making yourself a nice cup of tea when suddenly, Clint entered the place too. He seemed to have just been training as he was wearing his usual sports clothes and he was sweating heavily.
He said, barely glancing at you. You hummed in acknowledgement as he walked past you and towards the fridge. Taking only a moment glancing inside it before he took out a coke.
You didn't pay attention to him as you continued to sip on your tea but it took only a second before you turned to look at Clint as he suddenly spit the coke out.
"What the fuck is this?!"
He exclaimed, you eyed him curiously, not sure as to what he means but before you were able to ask, you heard someone laughing from the kitchen's doorway. Turning to look at the source of the sound, you saw Sam leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest as he laughed at Clint's reaction.
"Why did you replace my coke with soy sauce?!"
Asked Clint, clutching the bottle in his hand as he was now angry at Sam for another of his pranks.
"Why did you substitute the cream filling of my oreos with toothpaste?!"
Asked Sam, mirroring Clint's tone as he stepped further in the kitchen.
"Hey, don't put that on me! You made me think my phone was broken when in fact it was just transparent glue!"
Agued Clint, they were going to start bickering back and forth and before Sam could say something back, you said.
"Stop! Both of you! You two behave like children, for god's sake."
And with that, you left the kitchen still carrying your cup of tea with you.
Clint and Sam looked at each other for a whole minute before the both of them smirked to each other. As if thinking the same thing.
"You know, I think we should give dear (y/n) a tiny scare."
"Sam, I was thinking exactly the same."
It's been two weeks since you found Clint and Sam in the kitchen and now, you were heading towards your room to retrieve some technology you left there last night.
Suddenly, your phone started ringing. You looked down at it only to notice it was Bruce who was calling you.
"Hey Bruce, do you need anything?"
You asked through the device as you stopped walking
"(y/n), hay. Could you come to the theatre please? There are some new sound devices I'd like to try and... well you'd help me a lot down here."
You sighed slightly before answering.
"Okay, fine. I'll be there in a minute."
And with that, you hang up. Now heading towards the small theatre the tower had. You actually didn't know why there was some kind of movie room in the tower but you put the question aside as you stepped out of the elevator and walked towards the room Bruce asked you to assist him.
Entering the place, you noticed a huge screen at the end of the room and you also noticed it was completely and utterly dark.
You asked, walking further into the theatre. However, as you were approximately six feet from the entrance, the doors closed shut, making a loud thud echo around the room. You jumped at the sudden noise before turning around, looking at the now closed doors.
You pulled at them to open but they were locked from outside, or that's what you guessed. Suddenly, the big screen at the end of the room flicked on.
Checking your phone, you cursed under your breath when you saw you had no-signal. But what made your blood run cold was the sudden voice that spoke from the screen.
'Jupiter is the largest planet in the Solar System...'
Oh no. Oh no, no, no... you thought as your eyes got glued to the screen. You felt the panic rising within your chest, sweat started to form on your forehead, cold sweat that made a shiver run down your spine.
Your breathing got ragged, it quickened. You wanted to run, shut your eyes, not hear a thing yet you were rooted to your spot. You were frozen in fear as you saw images of planets and stars.
Tears rolled down your cheeks but you weren't capable of turning around, weren't capable of keeping the panic at bay. Your phone slipped from your fingers as more fear crawled at you. The oxygen you were breathing didn't seem to register in your mind as you felt like suffocating. As if something was pressing your lungs together and the oxygen didn't get further than your nose.
And in that moment, the only thing that you felt despite the panic, despite the tears and rapid breaths, was that you felt hopeless.
Bucky was walking down a hallway towards the lab as he wanted to see you. He finally found the courage to confess and he wasn't going to waste another second so, with long strides, he walked to the lab where he knew you spent most of your time.
However, curiosity washed over him as he saw that you weren't in the lab as you used to at this hour of the day. So, Bucky decided that maybe you had gone to your room. Turning around, he began his trek around the tower to go to your bedroom.
As he was passing the kitchen, he noticed Clint and Sam laughing at something Bucky didn't pay attention to. Until your name came to the conversation.
"(y/n)'s been there for a couple of minutes, mate. Maybe we should go and tell her it was all a prank."
Said Clint as he was holding a beer in his hand. Sam waved at him dismissively and said
"Nah, let's wait a little longer."
Bucky made himself noticed by the two men in the kitchen before he asked with urgency in his voice.
"Where 's (y/n)?"
Clint and Sam looked at each other before the latter answered.
"In the theatre."
The simple response was followed by the both men bursting out laughing, leaving the Winter's Soldier more confused than ever.
"She's... how do I put it... studying."
Said Clint with a smirk dancing on his lips before he took a sip from his beer. Bucky knitted his eyebrows together at the confusing words of his colleague.
"What do you mean by studying?"
Sam snorted and said nonchalantly as he glanced at his wrist watch.
"Oh you know, physics, mathematics... astronomy."
Bucky said as he raised his voice when he heard the word 'astronomy'
"You remember that day when (y/n) said something between the lines of 'I hate space'? Well we did a simple, innocent prank to her in the theatre. Nothing to worry about."
Panic rose in Bucky's chest at Clint's explanation it took him just a second to make his body move from his rooted place on the kitchen's floor. He sprinted towards the emergency stairs of the tower, thinking that the lift was just too slow to get to you in time.
As he was running down the stairs, your words of a conversation you had with him echoed in his mind.
I have an anxiety disorder... It's called astrophobia. I'm practically scared of everything regarding space... I just... I hate space.
Bucky arrived at the theatre of the tower, despite his breathless state he ran towards the door. He tried to pull them open but they were locked.
He said under his breath as he needed to get you out of there as soon as possible. Bucky knew how bad a panic attack can be and he didn't want you to suffer that kind of anxiety, that feeling of hopelessness.
With a deep breath, he kicked open the theatre's door before entering the dark room. The screen was still displaying images of space and stars but Bucky gave it no attention as he was fully focused on finding you.
He called while walking down the aisles of the theatre but when he was at the middle of the stairs, his eyes widened slightly as he saw your figure on the floor, limp and pale.
Fear pumped into his veins as he sprinted down the remaining stairs until he arrived next to your body.
Bucky kneeled beside you, he turned you around so you were now lying on your back. Your hair was sprawled on the floor while your face looked ghostly pale.
"(y/n)? (y/n), wake up. Wake up, doll."
He tucked a piece of your (h/c) hair behind your ear, before his hand came to your cheeks. Bucky noticed your flesh was wet with your tears. Tears of fear and panic and there was nothing he wished but to have been there for you.
He realised you had reached your breaking-point regarding stress that was too much, causing you to faint. He couldn't bear to think how stressful it must have been for you the moment the images started to appear on the large screen.
Bucky sat you down, leaning you against his chest as his arms held your shoulders from behind. He pressed a kiss on your forehead deciding to take you back to your room, not wanting you to wake up in the gloomy and dark theatre. To make you panic once more, to make you experience such awful emotions all of a sudden.
With little effort, Bucky slipped his other arm under your knees before he stood up from the floor with you lying limply in his arms. He walked out of the room with long strides, this time deciding to take the lift back up to your bedroom.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Clint has just finished his beer when suddenly, the lift ringed making him as well as Sam turned to look in its direction only to see Bucky walking swiftly carrying you in his strong arms effortlessly.
The pranksters looked shocked at the sight, guilty even but Bucky didn't even spare them a glance as he walked past them as Clint and Sam watched as he carried you away and towards your bedroom.
Your eyes opened slowly only to notice you were in your room. Confusion washed over you for a few seconds until memories of what had happened at the theatre came back to your mind making you gasp slightly as you sat down on the bed.
"Hey, it's alright, (y/n). It's over."
You turned to look at the source of the voice only to notice Bucky standing next to your window. He walked towards you and sat on the bed too, in front of you.
Tears filled your eyes as you recalled the panic and fear you felt in the dark room. But the dark fog that was your thought was chased away when you felt Bucky's rough hand against your cheeks as his thumb wiped away a tear you didn't even notice it escaped your eye.
You whispered to him, making him smile at you, a small smile that made butterflies appear in your stomach.
"It's okay, love. You are safe with me."
Bucky said before he engulfed you in his strong arms. You nuzzled your face in his chest as you breathed in his calming and masculine scent.
You let your panic fade away as he cradled you firmly yet with delicacy, as if you were a porcelain doll which you were. You were his precious angel, the only person he had held strong feelings for. The one he needed to protect and love.
"You scared me down there, (y/n/n)."
His words made you lift your head, looking straight into his blue eyes that seemed to hold the world in them. You didn't say anything back, you just cherished the intimate moment with him.
"I love you, (y/n)."
You felt how your heart nearly jumped from your ribcage at his confession of love and you could only smile up at him.
"I love you too, Bucky."
This time, it was his time to smile as he pressed his forehead into yours, gazing into your (e/c) eyes before he leaned slightly, you also leaned to him ever so slowly so as to make the moment more magical, longer if possible.
His lips met yours in a sweet kiss, it was returned by you instantly as your lips moved in sync with his but you couldn't help the warm feeling that sprawled from your chest to the rest of your body.
You felt loved, cared for, wanted, needed, but most importantly, you felt protected. You felt this thanks to none other than Bucky Barnes himself.
A/N Thanks for reading my sweet sugar cubes!! Stay safe and remember that you are loved and appreciated :)
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Salt (Bucky x Reader)
The second ficlet that came from @samwisethegr8‘s prompt: “snarky ex-lovers being stuck in a confined place, and oh no! the AC/heat is broken.”
A+ prompt. Seriously. This could’ve easily been another thousand words; I’ve had a hell of a day, so I’m going to call it... but I could probably be convinced to write more of this story.
780 words, mature.
The muscles in Bucky’s back bunch and shift as he adjusts the binoculars. A bead of sweat trickles down his spine, following the contours of his body, and you want to trace its path with your tongue.
The air conditioning in this shithole studio apartment is broken, so Bucky’s not wearing a shirt, just a pair of worn-soft black jeans that cling to his thighs like goddamn sin. The whole view makes it very difficult to remember why you broke up with him.
“Anything happening?” you ask, fanning yourself with one hand as you pace. You’re down to short-shorts and a tank top, and you’re still pouring sweat.
“Still nothing,” Bucky replies, turning to look at you. For a moment there’s something strange in his expression, an inexplicable softness… then he winks suggestively and offers, “If you’re gettin’ bored, I can think of a few ways we could pass the time.”
You shoot him a middle finger, but he just laughs.
You kinda hate him for it: the flirting and innuendo, the way he can laugh it off like he doesn’t care — like he never cared. But that’s the reason you ended it; you cared, and he didn’t, and so you cut your losses before things got even worse… not that you told him that. As far as he knows, you just lost interest.
As if you could ever lose interest in him.
For some reason you’re on the verge of tears, suddenly, like the heat and the exhaustion just hit you all at once.
Steve told the two of you, before you left, to “sort your shit out,” because apparently your bickering was upsetting the team dynamic… and you’re starting to think that was the only reason he sent you along on this mission, because there hasn’t been a single sign of life in the alleged HYDRA safehouse across the alleyway.
“I fucking hate stake-outs,” you mutter, and tug your sweat-soaked tank top over your head, leaving you in a sports bra. “It’s too fucking hot for this bullshit.”
Bucky’s watching you with that strange look in his eyes again, but when you scowl at him, he gives you a bright smile. “Nothing I haven’t seen before, remember?”
“Can you not?” you snap, and even you are surprised by the rage in your words. You take a deep breath, sweat stinging your eyes, and try to steady yourself, but your voice cracks embarrassingly when you add, “This — us — you’re always making it a joke, and— and it wasn’t, not for me.”
It’s too honest, and you have to turn away.
Bucky is silent for a long moment. You busy yourself getting a water bottle out of your little cooler and drinking half of it at once.
“It was never a joke,” he says abruptly. This time, he doesn’t bother hiding the raw, wild expression on his face.
“Then why do you always act like it’s so fucking funny?” you ask. “I know you didn’t care the same way I did, but you don’t have to be a goddamn dick about it.”
He stands up without warning, startling you. You step back instinctively when he stalks closer, until you’re against the wall, and Bucky braces his metal hand on the flaking drywall, caging you in with his body.
You can only meet his eyes for a moment before you drop your gaze; instead you stare at the hollow of his throat, where it’s glistening with sweat.
“I need you to know how fuckin’ serious I am when I tell you this,” he says, low and raspy and shaking with emotion. “It was never a joke. I just — I can’t think straight, when you’re around, and if I didn’t laugh it off, I’d — I might —”
“What are you saying?” you whisper dazedly. He’s so close, and your body reacts with this gut-punch surge of arousal to the familiar scent of him.
“I’m saying…” He licks his lips, hesitating, and then he growls, “Fuck it. I’m done talking.”
He kisses you like he wants to eat you alive.
The sweltering heat is nothing compared to the wildfire he ignites with every touch, pinning you against the wall and grinding against you until you’re both shaking with desire.
By the time you wrap your legs around his waist, gasping at the gloriously familiar stretch and ache of him sinking into you, you’ve forgotten everything else. You wouldn’t notice if the entire building went up in flames. All that matters is Bucky: the way he moans, the way he shudders, the way he tastes when you lick a fresh drop of sweat from the dip between his collarbones.
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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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this was all i could think about during the episode i’m sorry
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On My Tongue
Summary: Baker Bucky is particular about what he eats but once he discovers how sweet you are, he becomes insatiable. Now he only wants one thing on his tongue.
Pairing: Chubby Baker Bucky x reader
Warnings: Smut, oral (fem receiving), overstimulation, size kink, praise kink (Bucky and reader), no minors, 18+ only, Chubby Bucky.
A/N: This got away from me. As always do not copy, repost, translate, or rewrite my fics. Even if you credit me. Please comment, like and reblog, I love that.
One of these days, you're going to remember how insatiable your boyfriend gets before you end up a trembling wreck under him.
Some day you'll learn not to deny him.
Today is not that day.
Bucky may be chubby but he’s also an impressive 6’4". Actually, he’s 6’4"and a half, cause every inch counts Peach, something he loves to remind you. Not that you can forget.He easily towers over you, his long arms wrapping around you, pulling you into his soft belly, lifting you off your feet without even trying. He makes you feel small and cherished.
And of course there are other reasons why you can't forget just how big Bucky is.
He’s accidentally broken two headboards since you started dating and he screwed up up the seat in your car when he shoved it all the way back to make room for his legs. It’s okay though he bought you new ones. A headboard and a car.
He can see the way you look at him whenever he does something that reveals how strong he is. His praise kink awakening more and more every time you tell him how good is he, and how helpful he is. How much you need him, how much you appreciate him. He loves it, thriving off it, he wants to please you and make you as happy as you make him.
Whenever you praise him, you have no idea how close he is to snapping and fucking you over the kitchen table until his cum is dripping out of you and you’re nothing but a wheezing, fucked out mess.
Bucky’s trying so hard to maintain his control, he’s normally so composed- well he was until he got a taste of you. You brought out these impulses, animalistic urges that demand he make you scream his name, pin you down and fuck you until he’s given you every ounce of pleasure he can.
Something about you makes him want to ruin you so thoroughly you’ll end up addicted to him. The same way he’s addicted to you.
Then one night, it happened.
Your sweet chubby baker lost control.
It's your typical movie night, the living room dim and quiet, a few takeout containers on the coffee table, all that’s missing is the remote. You ask Bucky if he can look under the couch while you search the rest of the room. You’re mid-sentence when you feel yourself sliding down, your side bumping into the armrest. Bewildered, you look around trying to figure out what’s going, your heart stops and a shuddery, excited gasp slips through your lips.
Bucky’s lifting the couch. With one hand. With you still sitting on it.
You weren’t expecting him to do that. His massive biceps flexing as he bends his head until you can only see his small neat ponytail. The sheer masculinity of it makes you want to mewl.
“I don’t think it’s under here, Peach,” he said casually, not even out of breath, meanwhile you’re panting as you cling to the arm of the couch. Arousal flaring to life in your belly, spreading across you like wildfire.
Your entire body is getting warmer by the second. Fuck, fuck fuck you want him, right now, fuck the movie, you want, no this more than wanting, you need to fuck Bucky. He lifts the couch even higher, and a fresh wave of slick pours out you, drenching your already ruined panties, you’re so wet you nearly slide off the cushion, your thighs clenching as you gawk at him.
Bucky lifts his head, a smile on his face, about to ask you if you want him to look anywhere else. He forgets how to speak, his mouth going dry at the feral, needy look in your pretty eyes. He’s torn between blushing and wanting to impress you even more.
Then you did it.
You pushed him over the edge.
Rolling your bottom lip between your teeth, you release it with a whimper. The sound shooting straight through him, his cock hardening the more you stare at him.
“Bucky,” the way you sigh his name has his heart hammering in his ribcage. “I-“ you swallow twice, “Fuck baby you’re so-“ you groan incoherently, crawling up the couch, you loop one arm around his neck and kiss him. A passionate, deep kiss, his eyes fluttering shut, your tongue sweeping into his mouth. He drops the couch, grabbing you around your waist before you could fall with it.
To this day you can’t remember how the two of you made it to the bedroom, he ripped your clothes off you, his hands and lips everywhere before tossing you on the bed. He was on you in an instant, pushing you on top of him until your thighs were tight around his head, riding his face frantically as you chase your high, your fingers rolling your nipples, pleasure pulsating in your veins with each firm stroke of his tongue.
All your soft moans and pleas for him not to stop makes him more eager to eat your sweet pussy like a starving man, his sloppy, wild long licks in between his lips wrapping around your clit and sucking you so fiercely your vision blurred.
After your second orgasm pulses through you, it becomes too much, you don’t think you can handle another one, you’re too sensitive. You fall forward, clutching the sheets as you try to pull away from his rapacious mouth.
“Bucky please, I can’t cum-I can’t-again,” you know you weren’t making sense but you can’t think with his tongue furiously twisting around your clit.
He merely grunts something in your cunt and he grabs your hips and rolls them over his face. His tongue flattening over your clit, determined to get every last drop of your juices in his mouth. You’re his favorite dessert and he’s going to eat until there’s nothing left.
“Oh shit,” you cry, biting your fist as Bucky sucks your swollen clit even harder, his large hands guiding your cunt over his face until you gush all over him. “Please, Bucky, please-fuck”
You manage to twist away when he lets go of your hip to slap your ass after your fourth-maybe fifth-orgasm is ruthlessly pulled out of you by his brilliant tongue.
The second you flop on your back, you know you may have fucked up because he growls under his breath, reaching for you. Bucky sits up, his lust-blown pupils raking over your quivering body. He tilts his head, his neck cracking, the soft crunch making you jump as you see your slick drip off his face onto his chest.
“Peach,” he said, his tone deceptively calm, his eyes wild and frenzied. “I wasn’t done eating my pussy.”
“Bucky-,” you rasp, pushing yourself further up the bed. “I can’t cum again.”
He tilts his head, a roguish smile forming on his handsome face. “See you don’t think you can but-,” he chuckles softly. Bucky’s hand closes around your ankle and he gently tugs you down the bed, “-my pussy, she’s a good girl who cums when I tell her to cum.” His large, heavy body falls over yours, pushing you into the mattress. You’re completely surrounded by him, all you can feel are the soft sheets on your back and Bucky on top of you.
Your traitorous pussy throbs, clenching at his words, you’ve never seen him so worked up and it makes you even wetter. Part of you wonders what happened to your shy baker, the rest of you screaming to shut up and spread your thighs for him, let him do whatever the fuck he wants to you.
Bucky feels you get more excited, his nose brushing over your throat as he pushes his belly into you. “See, Peach, she wants me to take care of her the way she deserves, stretch her out so good you’ll swear I’m still inside her days from now.”
Its innate, the way your body responds to him, in this moment, all you of belongs to him and you both know it.
“You want that Peach, don’t you? You want me to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”
The muscles in his warm, firm chest move over your sensitive pebbled nipples, his legs tangled over yours as his calloused palms sweep up your arms, pushing your hands above your head. Bucky wraps his large hand around both your wrists, his other hand snaking between your bodies, he lines himself up with you and sinks into you. “
“Yes, I do, I do Bucky,” you wantonly gasp, his thick cock stretching your tight cunt, the weight of his body keeping you in place makes him seem even bigger, feeling every ridge and vein moving deeper and deeper in you, “oh god, oh go-fuck,” you cry.
He hooks his arm under your leg, opening you up even more before putting his entire weight on you. You can’t move and you love it. The way he’s controlling you, his body caging in you. Bucky snaps his hips into yours, his cock driving into you. His languid, steady pace feels incredible but it’s not enough, each deliberate thrust makes you want more. You need more, the deep ache in your cunt getting worse the slower he moves. “Please Bucky,” you whine, trying to move your hips but you can’t even circle them.
“I thought you couldn’t cum again, Peach?” He teases, nipping your collarbone, his wet tongue soothing the sting.
You yank your hands, his light grip around your wrists is unbreakable, you can't belive how much that turns you on.
“Bucky, let me cum, I need it,” you sob, not caring how desperate you sound. “I need you, please Bucky, you feel so good,” Bucky stiffens at your words-your praise- and everything clicks into place.
Gazing in his deep blue eyes, you unleash praise after praise, setting off a visceral, nearly primal response, the way he reacts to your honeyed words, his hips moving faster, faster, faster, until he's pounding into you, the wet squelch of your cunt echoing in his ears, sensations unfurling inside you, climbing over each other, clouding your mind with bliss.
You still can’t move, taking each deep, precise, relentless stroke, sliding up the bed until your hands are touching the headboard, the wooden frame crashing into the wall, the bed shaking and creaking.
“Bucky, good, you’re so good, right there, Bucky, don’t stop, god doesn’t stop,” you wail, your nails digging into your palms, consumed by pure ecstasy. Bucky swears he won’t, he can’t stop, not when you’re screaming his name so sweetly, his hips moving instinctively, his cock barely leaving your warmth before plunging back in.
He almost laughs when you sob more praise in his ear, your frantic cries send a shiver down his back. He wishes you could experience how amazing your cunt feels wrapped around him, warm and silky and drenched, he could spend the rest of his life buried inside you. ‘
But he wants you to cum.
You’re so close it hurts, the knot in your belly winding faster until you can’t breathe, Bucky knows you’re on the edge, he can tell by the way your eyes are glazing over, your walls greedily clamping down over him, trying to keep him inside.
“Cum for me, be a good girl, and give it to me.” Bucky slides his large hand under your ass, lifting you up, his cock going deeper, harder, and he hits your soft spongy patch just right, striking it repeatedly until you’re seeing stars, the knot unraveling, pleasure rapidly spiraling through you.
“Good girl, that’s it, make a mess of my cock, there ya go,” he says, watching your mouth go slack, his name strangled on your tongue. “I know, I know, Peach, I got ya, let go for me.” Bucky fucks you through, his lips slotting over yours, the wet salacious sounds of skin slapping reverberating across the room, over the faint crack of the headboard splintering in pieces.
You feel so fucking good, tears burn your eyes as the knot forms again before your first orgasm ends, his hips vulgarly pounding into yours until you fall apart again and then again coaxing you through each one until you’re only able to whimper something that vaguely resembles his name.
“So proud of you pretty girl, that’s what I wanted. But I’m not done with you. Should have just let me finish, Peach,” Bucky tsks.
His words drift through the dull roar in your ears, you shake your head, mumbling out a huh.
Letting go of your wrists, Bucky places his weight on his elbows, cool air rushing between your heated bodies, you take a deep breath in, moaning softly as he slips out of you. Bucky kisses his way down your body, his tongue lapping at your salt-tinged skin until he’s above your cunt.
You blearily glance down at him. “Wha-?”
“Oh Peach, you know I'm insatiable.” He says, his teasing tone breaking through your post-orgasmic haze. His darkened blue eyes flicker up to your hands still above your head, following his gaze, you try to bring them down but you’re too weak to move. "Let's see you run now."
He waits until the realization that he did this on purpose dawns in your widening eyes. Bucky places his hands on your sweat-laced thighs, spreading them apart. He smirks, his tongue sweeping across his bottom lip.
“Told you. I wasn’t done eating my pussy.”
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Bucky while john gets his ass handed to him
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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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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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The Falcon and the Winter Soldier season Two: Agent Avery
Prologue: “Cut off one head…”
Summary: During an intense interrogation, your existence is made obsolete when half the population is turned to dust. What felt like a mere five minutes was in fact— five years. Setting out on an undercover op to observe the newly pardoned Super Soldier post blip.
Word Count: 3.1k
Warnings: Canon level violence. Bucky Barnes x female reader. Infinity war/endgame timeline. Pre FATWS.
The force mixed bone cracking sound behind the knuckle busters that connected with the side of your cheek was enough to drown out a room full of men who seemed to take great pride in their work. Silence filling the underground hideaway, a derelict sewer under the streets of Los Angeles. ￼￼men of all backgrounds stunned into silence as you groaned. Blood dripped down from your mouth like a leaking tap, spitting the rest that had pooled between your lips, turning your head slowly to look back at the man who’d broken your jaw. Through swollen eyes, you gave him a daring look. Challenging him with a small smirk as the eyes of the men who stood behind him, watching on, stood still—unable to breathe under what they’d consider to be the stupidity of some silly little girl playing eye spy.
“Is—is that the—“ you struggled to speak, trying to steady your vision as your head felt flimsy. “Is that all you’ve got?” You’d only ever known him by one name. Hickory. But as you spent more personal time getting to know the man who’d been powering up the old elitist, the sadistic and narcissistic, the god awful power hungry world dominating psychopaths that still believed in the ideologies that Hydra had operated on—you’d come to know his first name too. Vincent Hickory, his henchmen called him Vick. ￼￼￼drug Tycoon, gang boss with a mean streak. ￼His hand twisted and turned in the birds nest of a mess that was your blood soaked hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck. Hissing through bloodied gritted teeth you tried your best to focus on the man who towered over you like some deranged God. ￼
“You really think nows the time to be a fucking smart-ass dear?” He smeared, face so close to yours you could almost feel his lips on yours in a way you never wanted to. “You’ve got a lot of nerve miss Avery, now, tell me where Barnes is before I decide you’re life is meaningless.”
“I don’t know where—“ you didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence before the back of Vick’s hand was colliding with your swollen, cut and bruised cheek. You couldn’t help the Yelp that escaped. “I swear—“ again, very time you said you didn’t know, over and over, until you felt your lungs collapsing under the pressure of broken ribs. The chair your body bound to surely about to break. Ropes digging into fragile skin—leaving behind burns. “I don’t know where he is” you whispered. Vick sighed, obviously disappointed. “I wouldn’t tell you if I did, so just kill me, because you aren’t getting shit from me.” Allowing you to slump into a pile of defeat as you tried your best to remain conscious.
As you waited for the final blow, the bullet wound that would surely take you, the possible stable wound, the final blow, something—anything, you tried to remember why you were doing what you were. What you were so desperately trying to protect, who you were protecting. Of course you knew where James Buchanan Barnes was—he was in Wakanda, half way across the world, recovering. It was in the case file Fury had given you.
“Agent Avery—“ you heard your name being called from the chief Dawsons office. Unbeknownst to you at the time it was the start of a knew way of life. Everything you’d ever know was about to change, thrown out the window. You relinquished your toasted cheese and ham sandwich from your grasp, sighing as you dropped it to your partner Lewis’s desk on the paper plate it came on. Balling up the napkin you’d whipped your face with. You’d been sitting on the desk with your legs hung over the side, casually trying to enjoy a quick lunch. “A moment please? If I’m not interrupting?” The chiefs sarcasm was just as tasteful as your lunch.
“This is a dear friend of mine.” You couldn’t help by stare at the eyepatch that covered severe scaring as you shut the door behind you—taking a seat slowly as you frowned your brows in confusion. “Nick Fury, he’d like you to work a case in liaison with what was formerly known as S.H.E.I.L.D.” ￼￼
“I wasn’t aware S.H.E.I.L.D was still a thing?” You responded. Fury handed you the very case file that changed your life. Crossing his arms across his chest as he leaned of chief Dawson’s desk.
“You’d be on your own essentially, I need someone who can disappear, dissolve themselves, hide in plain sight, take down an organisation that’s like a parasite once and for all.” Fury was as serious as you’d ever heard someone be. “I hear you’re interested in secret service?” Nick questioned, you flipped through the case file, nodding quietly in response. “I can promise an in if you do this for me, I’m all outta options.” It was a career changing opportunity you’d been chasing for years, you’d been trying to prove yourself, be noticeable, be better then the rest. You looked over at chief Dawson who offered you a supportive smirk. It was as easy as leading a camel to water, it was just one of the most manipulative things Nick Fury had ever done. But he was determined to get to job done, he didn’t want an army of Super Soldiers running around. He could barely handle to ones he’d come into contract so far.
“I’ll do it—“ you never should’ve said yes.
You weren’t going to be the person to take that away from Bucky, especially since you’d been tasks to try and infiltrate and assassinate the very people who dreamed his life something of import to them. His blood, the very serum that pumped through his veins. ￼￼￼You could feel your body slowly giving up on you. The very desire to just give into temptation and close your eyes was coaxing you to the edge.
“You’re either naive or stupid, or possibly both.” Hickory hissed, his open hand once more colliding with your face—leaving a stinging sensation that burned your broken skin. Turing to his men, spitting at your feet as you gave in. Slumping over yourself as the ropes that bound you supported your dead weight against the chair. “Get ride of her, ￼dump her somewhere—make sure she’s dead and buried, I don’t her coming back.” Smirking as he leaned over, his hands digging into his knees for support as he leaned in to kiss your blooded forehead, a hand pressing your head to his lips from behind, blood from your hair staining Vicks tattoo covered hands. “Seeya later princess, it was nice knowing you—“ the wink he sent your way sending shivers down hour body as he slide a piece of gum casually into his mouth. “Hail Hyrda.” He chewed with a grin. Turning on his heals as he pulled a gun from the small of his back—tucked away into his jeans under his shirt. Checking the clip casually before handing it heavily to his second in command, Miles Mills. “Between the eyes.” He murmured in Miles ear, loud enough so you could hear it still. Damn it—he was just a kid. It wasn’t long before Miles had his hands on you, un-tying the ￼ropes that bound you. Dragging you along the concrete as you doubled over, leaving a trail of blood from your broken body. He was struggling just at much as you were.
“Walk—“ he hissed. You didn’t listen, struggling against his grasp as you fell to the ground with a heavy thud. The gun in Miles hand falling beside you, exactly how you’d hoped it would. Reaching out in the blink of an eye through clouded vision you turned from your stomach to your back, firing at anyone and anything you could make out.
“Touch me again and I’ll kill you.” You spat, pointing the gun directly at Miles as he held his hands up beside his head. You couldn’t even stand, but you had a damn gun. The odds evened out. “The CIA know you’re here, it’s over Mills.”
“I can’t.” Miles voice broke, he was just a kid, barley eighteenth. “It can’t be—you don’t know what they’ll do if you do this.” It almost sounded as if he was begging you to give up, he was scared—terrified even. “Vick won’t stop until he gets what he wants.”
“At the expense of others!” You hissed. Holding your upper body up on one elbow that dug into gravel as you held the gun high at Miles. Tears in his eyes.
“It’s always been at the expense of others Agent, I just go with whatever Vick tells me to do.” There was something deeper, something more sinister behind Miles reasonings for doing the things he did. Why would an eighteen year old stumble his way into organised crime? The answer, you don’t stumble unless you’re shoved.
“But why? You’re just a kid Miles, I can hel-help you.” ￼you’re head felt so heavy but everything else felt weak, light as a feather, goosebumps rising over your entire body. So many different sensation taking over your body all at once. Your stomach churned, your head throbbed, your blood boiled and everything, everything hurt. “C’mon, help me out kid, I can help you.” You slowly started the lower your gun—shaking. But at the sight of your weakness, Miles jumped you. Swatting the gun from your grip as he straddled your waist, pinning you down by your neck as his hands constricted your airways. “Miles—“ you gasped, clawing at his arms in a last stitch effort to save your own life.
“Cut off one head, two more shall take its place.” Miles spat, his grip only tightening as you began to panic. Chocking you out as your legs began to fade. Turn to dust. It felt like nothingness. Slowly but surely creeping it’s way up your body.
“I’m so over hearing you psychopath’s say that.” You chocked out, Miles fell to the floor, your body disappearing before him, his hands gripping together as your neck dissolved under his touch. Panic consuming his entire being as he scrambled away—horrified. What had he done? He was only 18.
“Jesus Christ—“ ￼looking around Miles panicked, grabbing the gun you’d lost in the scrabble before sprinting off to find Vick. Hoping the poorly put together cover story would pass. He’d finished the job, six feet under, dead and buried￼, a none issue to the new world order Victor was so set on achieving—an elitist power. At the same time half way across the world, Bucky felt the same unimaginable sensation you had. The feeling of pins and needles, nothingness, weightlessness. Looking out for his best friend with a worried look and concerned tone. “Steve?”
It felt like you’d passed out, fallen asleep under the aid of heavy painkillers. Coming to on the gravel groggy headed and confused. Pushing yourself up onto your knees you felt your face, normal—unscathed. The the beating you’d just taken never happened. Beside a throbbing headache you felt fine. Looking around the derelict sewer style hide away. ￼￼
where had everyone gone?
***~***~***~***One Month Later***~***~***~***~
Bucky sat eyeing off the receptionist who looked way too familiar for his paranoia. His leg shook as he tossed the idea back and forth in his head, should he say hello? With his gloved hands intertwined with one another, Buck let out a sigh as he stood—sauntering over to where the receptionist counter was in the lobby of the building where he regularly saw his court mandated therapist. Christina Raynor. Making his presence known, Bucky reach into the bowl of hard single wrapped candies. Popping one into his mouth as he leaned over the counter. It was one of those counters like in doctors surgeries—the ones that are higher and hide the staff behind them.
“I know you from somewhere other than here—I can’t put my finger on it?” Bucky’s voice was soft, like he was afraid that his question would either startle you or annoy you. He was still learning to make conversation, struggling just slightly more with those he found attractive. “You spying on me?” Bucky teased, the first thought that came to his mind. Maybe you were some Russian spy, that’s where he’d known you, seen you. Were you a friend of a friends from work? had he accidentally stumbled across you while in his former Winter Soldier days? Where you an assassin? Or were you simply a face he didn’t want to forget? Whatever it was, whoever you were, Bucky didn’t think his simple question, the one that dripped with sarcasm, he didn’t think he’d receive the reaction he got.
“What?” You quickly shot your head up with wide eyes, looking at Bucky like you’d seen a ghost. “No? What makes you say that?” You tried to play your reaction off. Simply turning back to your monitor—trying to calm the fuck down. “There’s no such thing as spy’s right? aren’t they reserved for James Bond movies?” Keeping your head low and eyes engaged with the documents that’s lit up your monitor. The patient profile of Doctor Raynor’s current patient Michelle Pascoe. ￼Bucky frowned his brows—surely you were kidding, choosing to ignore the comment and persevere in his mission to remember where he’d seen you before.
“￼Have I seen you at Izzy? My neighbour Yori makes me go there with him, kinda this sweet old man who’s only got a few people around him.” Bucky was rambling, he knew that. But he couldn’t help himself. He’d seen you somewhere. Determined to remember. You sighed softly, you knew Yori, you’d occasionally help him bring in his groceries, the brown paper bags would always break. You’d only known him about a week and in that time he’d managed to need your assistance five out of seven days.
“The apartment complex on fifth avenue, apartment 3B, pretty sure you’re 3C? ” You hadn’t even looked up from your computer monitor. “I’ve seen you around a few times, Yori? Nice guy—likes the patterns on the sundress I wore when I helped him pick up the apples that’d broken through the bottom of the grocery bag he was holding.” You chuckled. “I just moved in, maybe a week ago now? Still refurbishing the place—the land lady Mrs Shapiro, she was very quick to warn me about the psycho killer who I was moving next door too—made me sign a waiver and everything.”
“I’ll need your first, last, and security deposit my dear, are you sure you wanna move in here? I don’t know if I feel comfortable with the man who’d be living next door.” Leaning closer the little old woman whispered in your ear. “He’s the Winter Soldier—“ you held your tongue, never had you ever been more offended on someone’s behalf before. Maybe it was because you’d spent the better half of the last few months learning everything there was to know about James Buchanan Barnes—pre and post Winter Solder. Faking a soft smile you nodded. Excepting that ignorance could be bliss. ￼
“Really just need an apartment Mrs Shapiro, I’ll take it.”
Finally looking up you met Bucky’s blueberry eyes and sheepish smile. Still leaning over the counter on his elbows. He looked tired—like he’d barley slept. It wasn’t hard to understand why, you could sometimes hear the screams that echoed off the walls in Bucky’s apartment. Exercising his own demons, the ones that plagued his subconscious.
“Great—I love that.” Bucky sighed, shaking his head softly in disappointment—of course that little old Vietnamese women saw Bucky as a monster, of course she did. Carding his fingers nervously through his recently cut hair, still not used to the change of weight that usually dawned his head. You couldn’t help the soft chuckle you let out at his response, symptomatic. “That’s where I know you from.” Bucky finally put two and two together. His mind easing knowing you weren’t some undercover spy spying on him. Oh the irony. “I saw you in the elevator, must’ve been the same day, Yori was going on about frangipane’s for hours.” ￼you beamed up at Bucky, you really liked that sundress.
“Margot.” You reached your hand out to shake Bucky’s. Margot Miller.” It was a new alias, new identity—knew life. Told to go deep undercover at Nick Fury’s and Chief Dawson’s instructions. Only ever reach out if absolutely necessary, don’t bring attention to yourself, lay low—keep an eye on Barnes. Playing the roll of sweet talking receptionist and “can I borrow a cup of sugar?”neighbour’s wasn’t a hard task. It was nice to have somewhat of a taste of normalcy after everything that’s had happened. From almost being snuffed out, being dusted during the blip. This was a walk in the park compared to what you’d been doing prior. “Nice to meet you neighbour.” Bucky took your hand softly, shaking for a few moments before he retracted. “Been coming here long?”
“Against my will for about a month now, I haven’t seen you here before?” Bucky already knew you were a better receptionist then the guy he’d had to hand his paperwork to four weeks ago. He even thought coming the therapy might become a little less strenuous with a familiar face around.
“New job, kinda just got the gig—today’s my third day, pretty easy, just receptionist bullshit and all.” Bucky chuckled under his breath. He could only imagine how nice it must be to have something so normal as a boring nine to five office. “From what I gather, Christina’s pretty cool.” Bucky rolled his eyes.
“It’s an act, once she gets me behind those doors she’s completely different.” Bucky liked the dress you were wearing, office casual. Simple but it made yourself eyes seem bright, or maybe it was the lighting in the building he hated coming to, or maybe? You just had a thing for nice dresses. He’d have to ask Yori. You could see Doctor Raynor peering out from her door. Gesturing she was ready for Bucky.
“Ahh—Doctor Raynor’s ready for you.” You looked down at your monitor, pretending you couldn’t remember who Bucky was. “James—“
“Bucky.” Bucky was way too quick off the mark, correcting you before you barley had a chance to say his name. “Call me Bucky.” Tapping his hand on the counter, pressing his lips together with a shy smile, pushing himself away. Walking reluctantly towards the woman who loved to pick his brain, turning to smile at you once more over his shoulder.
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The Mating Program-B.B.
DON’T STEAL, REPOST, OR TRANSLATE MY STUFF!!!!
a/n- Please like, comment, and reblog!! It means a lot to me that i know anyone who reads my stuff, likes my work! Don’t be afraid to send me asks as well. I’m not currently taking requests(i’ll occasionally ask for ideas though!), but i’m always open to talk to new ppl:)
Summary: In desperation, you go to the only place you know of where you’re sure you’ll be able to find an alpha- more like set up with one. Little do you know, the one you get isn’t all too fond of the idea, and he pushes you away.
Warnings n stuff: 18+, a little over 13k word count(i promise it’s worth it🥺), beefy!alpha!bucky(he’s not an avenger; he wasn’t the winter soldier), omega!female!reader, bucky has a diff back story to losing his arm, bucky is an oblivious cold hearted asshole, stated age gap, talks of scenting, brief mentions of blood, asshole alphas cat calling n saying nasty things, mutual pining, mentions of having a little appetite, fluff, angst angst angst, smut, unprotected sex, oral(female receiving), face riding, dirty talk, bruising of skin, a bit of dry humping, pet name: kitty/kitten, praising, ass smacking, rough fucking, cumming inside, tiny bit of nipple play(just some pinching), slight choking(?), alludes to more than just one round of sex, female masturbation, talks of knotting, let me know if i missed anything
All mistakes within this fic that you see are my own. i reread over it but i might’ve missed some stuff!
thanks to @likeahorribledream for the inspo for this fic! this is an extremely long fic, and i hope it doesn’t do horribly! i worked my ass off and am so so proud of how it turned out!
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You are tired of it. You’re nearly twenty-five fucking years old and you’ve yet to find a mate- not even a boyfriend. You’re lonely, and your heats are catching up with you in time. They keep getting worse every time you get them, and you struggle to stay up. You didn’t want to have to do this, this has always been your last option because you never have thought that these things would work, but you have no other option. You’re nearly positive that your next heat, can potentially kill you. You don’t want to go out that way. You want to experience love with a mate first hand, so this is your only option.
You step foot into the four story, window-filled building. The color of the exteriors bricks are a cream, and the glass of the clean windows are kind of dark. You look around, then finally spot the lady at the front desk. She’s folding some papers up and then she goes on to write a little bit. Then you’re hit with the stench of Alpha males and some other omegas. Most of the scents that are being combined have your head in a near frenzy. You never thought that so many would be here looking for a mate, but you guess you’re wrong.
“Hello Miss, how may i help you?” The lady calls as she notices you standing at the doorway a bit lost. You softly clear your throat before walking the seven feet to the front desk. “Hi I’m y/n l/n, i would like to see about getting an alpha?” You ask a bit timidly, because you’re not sure how things are supposed to work around here. Fuck, maybe i should’ve done research. “Okay, let me see who’s available to take you in for testing, then i’ll give you a waiting time if there is one.” The lady, who’s name tag says ‘Lorelle’, beings to type at her computer. You watch her eyes skim over some words on the screen then she smiles brightly, “okay so Dr. Romanoff will see you….now!” She smiles even bigger as she types away a bit more at her computer.
Your heart starts to thump a bit faster but the excited and happy look on this woman’s face has you easing down a little. “So, you will be going to floor two. Her room is number 7. Once you exit the elevator, you’ll want to take a left, go down the hall, turn to the right, and you’ll see the door down there. It’s the only door down there.” She hands you some papers and a card before waving you off. You turn back around after telling her ‘thank you’ and you immediately see the elevator.
Once you step into the elevator, you sigh a breath of relief. You can do this, you can do this, you can fucking do this. The bell then dings and the door opens. You push yourself off of the wall and exit. Left, down a bit, right, seven. You do exactly as the lady had said, and within less than thirty seconds, you’re at the big door.
Your fingers curl into a fist and knock on the dark, wooden door. A woman speaks a clear ‘come in’ and you do as she says. With a tight grip on your papers that the front lady- Lorelle, gave to you, you enter. “Hi! I’m Dr. Romanoff, nice to meet you y/n! I got the memo you were coming in. Can i see those right quick?” She motions towards the papers in your hands and you let her retrieve them. “Thank you, you can have a seat right over there.” She then motions for the seat behind a small desk, and your eyes can’t help but scan over the room. Some test tubes, book shelves, papers upon papers. And your nose detects that she is indeed, and Alpha female. You walk over and sit in the comfy chair behind the small desk, your eyes then focus back on her.
“Okay so, we’re going to have to run a few tests first. This is what the papers are for. I’m going to ask you some questions, get to know you a bit so it’s easier for me to find you an alpha! I won’t pry too much into your personal life, but it will be necessary that you give me some information to help with the accuracy.” She gives you a bright smile as she speaks, and you nod at her information. “The tests i’ll be conducting on you today will consist of a blood test, and an overall health check up. You’re okay with this?” You give her a nod, “yes, i’m fine with it.” Dr. Romanoff smiles in return, “good! Okay, so we can get started with the questions first. We have quite a few, and they’re usually the more lengthy part of the whole session.”
You watch her as she flips a few pages over, then she begins to ask for your full name, your birth date, age, height, weight, if you have any siblings or family alive, if you have a license. The questions then get more in depth and start asking things like ‘if someone were to hurt you in any shape or form, would you want your alpha to comfort you, go after them, or both?’. Some of the questions are a bit weird, or a bit too detailed for your liking, but if this is what you have to do in order to get an alpha- so be it.
“You did great! I’m so glad i can help you with this, i’ve been successful and have been doing this for twelve years now, and i love my job! So don’t think that i’m just here to throw you on an alpha and go. I’ll give you a call in a few days to let you know who your alpha is. From there, he’ll be notified at the same time, and you’ll have to move in with him- or he’ll move in with you. The contract states that you two must remain together until your next heat, and if you two don’t see it working out, then that’s okay! You can come to me, we’ll get rid of the contract after that next heat you have, and it’ll be history!” You smile at the red head sitting in front of you, “thank you. I’ll be expecting the call!” You reply before you head out of her office.
For the next few days, you go on as normal. You know your heat won’t be arriving for another month or two since you just had one not but around a week or so ago. So you’re glad you decided to do the alpha hunt during your ‘resting’ period. You hope this all works out, but today is day four and it’s past one p.m. and no call has come through from Dr. Romanoff. You’re beginning to get a bit worried. What if she hadn’t been able to find you an alpha?
Just as if on cue, your cell phone rings. You dry your hands from the dish water you’re currently in, and rush to your phone that rests on the counter. It’s an unknown number, so you pick up. “Hello?” “Is this y/n?” You smile, “yes, yes it is.” “Hey, this is Dr. Romanoff, i’m calling to inform you that we have found you an alpha male. We are having a bit of trouble with him though. He wants to meet you here at around three. Is that alright?” Your heart beats rapidly but you can’t bring yourself to come down from the nerves. “Uh yeah, that’s fine. I’ll be there. Meet in your room?” Your fingers tap anxiously on the counter as you await her answer.
“Yes! That’s perfect! See you at three, y/n!” You reply with a quick ‘see you then, thank you’ before she hangs up. You’re nervous more than ever now. Why doesn’t he want to meet up together somewhere? Has he changed his mind and no longer wants an omega?
The more you stand and ponder, the more worried and overly anxious you get. You decide that you need to take a quick shower and change before you go. You want to be a bit presentable for your new alpha when you meet him. First impressions are everything, especially when you don’t even know the person.
When you turn down the short hallway, you’re met with Dr. Romanoff’s door, but also the smell of an alpha male. His scent is a bit sweet but there’s something darker- sort of like a dark smell that resembles night skies-, but it’s comforting you in a way you’ve never really been comforted before, and you can’t help but let the scent ease your jittery nerves.
He smells you too, and he smells your nerves. You smell no sort of nervousness on him, only a calm demeanor. “You can come on in!” You hear Dr. Romanoff shout through the door, and before you have any second thoughts, you’re in the room. “Y/n, this is Bucky, Bucky this is y/n. This is your alpha, and this is your omega.” Dr. Romanoff smiles widely as she watches the two of you eye each other. She’s had a few bad experiences with alpha’s and omega’s before, but she’s known Bucky through a few friends for a couple of years now, he’s not got an aggressive bone in his body towards any sort of woman- only ever does he lash out on other alpha males who don’t know how to keep their eyes or their hands to themselves.
Bucky’s eyes scan over you, and your nerves come back again. He can tell. His eyes are pretty though. They’re a crystal blue, and….well, his whole face is pretty. He’s very pretty. Light stubble covers the lower half of his face, a chiseled jaw, mountains of muscle, near-about shoulder length hair, and once he stands- he towers over you. He’s at least six-foot-five, if not a few inches more. “I don’t know about this, Natasha.” Bucky stoically says. You can see Dr. Romanoff rub her hand over her face. “Barnes, if you don’t give her a chance…you always do this!” “Because they’re never for me! Not my fault Steve and Sam bugged me- forced me!- into doing this stupid program.” He rumbles out, and your eyes divert to Dr. Romanoff. You watch her and hear her sigh, she’s clearly frustrated. “You know the fucking rules, Barnes. You have to stay with her until her next heat ends. That’s the contract.”
“Never said i wouldn’t, but don’t think i’ll be falling all over her this time either. Come on, need to get you home.” He huffs out as he shoves his hands in his coat pockets. You catch a glimmer of black and gold metal before he shoves his left hand in, you wonder what that’s about. “Home as in-.” “My place. Gotta go by yours to get you some stuff though.” His voice is gruff and he sounds a bit agitated. You just hope he’ll loosen up a bit as the week goes on. You don’t notice the smile Dr. Romanoff gives the two of you as you meekly follow Bucky out of her office.
“Wow, this is nice.” You mutter before the door shuts behind you. His place is a bit simple. Not a lot of pictures on the wall, but enough of his friends- you assume- that you know he lives a normal life. He’s got a nice black couch that’s big enough to seat three people- two alphas at best and four omegas at separate times. There’s a reclining chair on the other side of the couch that seems to be matching with the couch, and it’s separated from the couch by a small, glass table that has a lamp on it. The lamps’ base is a waterfall surrounded by rocks- it’s a dark, charcoal color. The shade of the lamp is a dark purple. There looks to be a fifty inch tv on an oak tv stand, and there’s another chair- one that doesn’t recline but looks comfy and it’s big enough for you to curl up in- on the other side of the couch. It’s also black, but it seems to be of a more expensive material.
The rug that hugs the pale, wooden floor is a burgundy color- maybe more of a wine red. It looks soft and you almost want to curl up on it until your eyes rake across to the comfy chair that sits in front of the fire place in a different space. The bricks of the fire place are a grey stone and the chair has two fluffy blankets on it- they look hand made. The walls of the sitting space are a deep blue, and you get a peek into the kitchen where the walls are a creamy-white. “You done lookin’?” His voice breaks you from your trance and you nod, “yeah sorry, it’s just- it’s really nice. Simple but nice.” You give him a small smile and he nods with straight lips. “I’ll put your stuff in the spare room, don’t worry, it’s clean in there. Oh, your apartment-.” “It’s taken care of. The program takes care of that too, ya know?” You give him a light chuckle, but all you get in return is a small nod as he turns around and heads down the nearest hallway.
You straggle behind with a bag on each of your shoulders and soon meet up with him in the room he just turned into. It’s a decent sized room and there’s a bathroom right across the hall. The walls are a lilac-grey color and there’s furniture already in the room. A dresser, a tv with a stand, a small vanity, a rug, and a queen sized bed fully sheeted and everything. There’s a small closet in the corner but it’ll do, especially since there’s a big dresser in the room as well. There’s a small bedside table with a lamp, and there’s two windows on each side of the bed. It’s pretty, simple, and subtle. “This is your room. Your space. You’ll be staying in here.” He plops your other three bags, he has been carrying, down onto the bed and you do the same.
“I’m allowed throughout the house, right?” You’ve heard of alphas liking house wives and obedient omegas, so you’re not sure what all to expect with Bucky. “Yeah, i don’t care. Just don’t snoop, ya know? Help yourself to food, i guess we’ll take turns with cooking if you know how?” You give him a nod, “yea, i know how.” “Okay, we’ll take turns then and uh, just keep your space clean, don’t bug me too much, and i won’t ask much more out of ya.” He shrugs before he heads towards the room door. Before he exits, he stops, “oh, y/n?” You turn around and face him, “yes, Bucky?” “Don’t expect too much out of this whole thing.” Then he’s out of your room.
He leaves you standing in your new room, bags to unpack and thoughts whirling around in your head. This most certainly isn’t how you expected this whole thing to start off. But you know it could be way worse than what it is. You’ll just have to be positive, right?
You could’ve swore that by the end of the week Bucky would’ve been a bit looser than he was five days ago. You two avoid each other it seems at every cost, and almost only eat dinner together. You’ve even asked him to cuddle a few times, but he only asks “is your heat near” you tell him no, that it won’t come for another month-ish or so, and he shrugs you off. He’s not mean or rude, but he is cold. Bucky Barnes is cold. At dinner times, you have managed to get some information out of him about his life which is helpful, so you’ve also informed him about yourself.
You’ve asked about his friends, his closest being Steve and Sam- who pushed him into do the mating program- and he’s known Dr. Romanoff(aka. Natasha) for around two and a half years now thanks to Steve and another friend of there’s- Wanda. Natasha and Steve have been dating for around six months and counting. Bucky also told you about his prosthetic arm. You didn’t have to ask about it, he just knew you would eventually so he went on and told the truth. “I got into an accident. Steve and i were driving over a bridge. Steve got flung out of the car, and i lost my arm due to a piece of debris that flew through the windshield and into the car. It was a ten car pile up.” You left it at that after you gave him your sympathy. He just shrugged it off as he continued to eat. He said it had been around ten years since it had happened. But that was all he told you.
You found out his favorite color, and his favorite meals, his favorite games to play, and how he met some of his friends. He even told you his favorite pizza toppings. But you were sure he’d be opened up more by now.
But he’s not.
He still is avoiding you, won’t even hold your hand, and he will hardly speak unless he has too. It’s aggravating and stressful. You want so much to do with Bucky. So much in fact that you’ve even gone as far as telling him that he’s made you feel extremely at-home here in his house, and how his scent keeps you calm and makes you feel warm and tingly inside- so he gave you a dark blue sweater that he wore for like a day straight. That’s it.
You’re in the kitchen cooking when you hear the door open. Your ears pick up the sound of laughter, and you know it’s not Bucky’s, but then you hear his laugh shortly after. “So where’s the lady at? I wanna meet her!” A man asks kind of excitedly, and your heart warms up. Someone wants to meet me? “Yeah, ‘bout time you pick up the phone again when they call you. Natasha thinks it’s gonna work out this time.” You hear another man say, and your heart beats faster. You carefully turn the burner down to low and stir your dish before wiping your hands off on the kitchen towel. You then hurriedly walk into the living room.
Your eyes immediately land on Bucky, then your gaze shifts to the two other tall men who look to be around Bucky’s age- 39. “This her?” One of the men ask, and he walks over a bit towards you. They’re both alpha’s, you can tell that, and you notice them both from the pictures on the walls. Maybe he is Sam?
“Hi, honey, i’m Sam. I’m one of Buck’s close friends.” His hand reaches out to you and you shake it, your face heating up at the term he uses towards you. “Hi, i’m y/n. Nice to meet you, Sam.” You hear Bucky let out a low scoff before he turns on the tv. Sam is unmated. You can sense this.
“I’m Steve, Bucky’s childhood friend. We go way back, of course.” Steve steps up and shakes your hand this time, and you know that this is Natasha’s boyfriend once you’re told his name. “Hi, nice to meet both of you.” You give them a small smile, and immediately they smile back. Their energy gives you a sense of ease and you know automatically that you’ll be able to feel comfortable around them whenever they come around.
Bucky can’t help but glare as the three of you make small talk. Yet, Steve is the only one who catches it. He can read his friend like a damn book, and Steve can already tell that Bucky is hiding his little bit of feelings towards you. But he won’t intervene, it’s not his place.
It’s the same routine every night. You both eat dinner, watch some tv, you go your separate ways. He showers first, then you shower, and then it’s off to bed. The past week you’ve been clinging to his sweater. The warm, dark scent of him is nearly gone and you know you’ll have to ask for another article of clothing tomorrow. For some reason, tonight you can’t sleep, and the clock just hit 2am. You’re restless. You’re either too cool or too warm but also, your mind won’t let you shut your eyes and drift off to dream land. It sucks.
You get out of bed and pull on Bucky’s sweater. You usually don’t wear any shorts to sleep and just a tank top with some panties, so his sweater is long enough to cover you to your bare thighs, that way you’re not walking around his house nearly naked- you’re nearly sure he’d freak. You just want a little “bed time” snack and some water, then you’ll come back to bed. You slowly creep the door open, and exit your room. You walk as quietly as you can to the kitchen, then you turn on the light.
You first grab a cold bottle of water and sit it out on the kitchen counter before searching the pantry. Bucky does the grocery shopping, and luckily he let you make him a list of things you like to eat and cook. He’s not the worst alpha, but he’s cold.
You decide, after looking through the pantry ten times, on grabbing a brownie. You pull one out of the box and then carefully shut the pantry door back. As you go to turn around to head to your water bottle, you bump into something- or someone.
“Oh, shit. Sorry.” You mumble as you take a few steps back, your ass hitting the door knob on the pantry door. He stares down at you, then his eyes roam over your body. “Hungry? Couldn’t sleep?” His voice is groggy and filled with a roughness that means he’s not spoken in quite some time.
But you like it.
“Yeah, sorry if i woke you. Just couldn’t concentrate on sleeping.” You shrug before you walk around him, then you grab your bottle of water that now has a bit of condensation on the outside of it. “You didn’t wake me, been lyin’ awake, too.” You nod, then quickly bid him another goodnight just as you did earlier.
Bucky watches as you scurry off, bottle of water and snack in hand. He can’t help the small smile that tugs on the corner of his mouth at the sight of you wearing his favorite sweater- you look….cute.
The truth is, he’s not particularly the fondest of you. He didn’t want to sign up for the mating program seven months ago when his two best friends made him do it. He’s had four omegas assigned to him, you’re the fourth one. The three omegas before you, got tired of trying and shredded the contract up as soon as their heat ended. Well, one lied and shredded it up before her heat was even over. Bucky never felt the way he does with you with the other omegas. Something is different about you. He’d be lying if he said he hasn’t been wanting an omega to mate and treat right for a while now. And he doesn’t want to admit that your scent, and just you in general, provides some kind of home-y feeling for him. Bucky just isn’t sure if you’re what he wants yet. He’s not sure if you’re it. He’s pretty sure this is all just his alpha talking.
“Bucky? I hate to bother you….” your words trail off as you wander into the living room, holding up his sweater you’ve been wearing the previous nights. His eyes leave the tv and stare at you. He looks a little tired- probably still couldn’t sleep after the run in to each other last night in the kitchen- but he manages to give you a tight lip smile before speaking to you. “What’s wrong?” His eyes roam over to his sweater that’s in your hand, and he watches you look down to the floor. “I was wondering if i could get another? This one doesn’t smell like you anymore.” You’re a bit embarrassed to admit such vulnerable information to your alpha who barely talks to you, let alone doesn’t even touch you, but it’s pretty much the only way you can sleep at night anymore now that you’ve moved in with him and he won’t sleep in the same bed as you. “Yeah, i’ll get you another tonight. Put that one on my bed, but don’t snoop.” He gives you a stern expression on his last few words, and you nod.
Once you get into his room, you eagerly place the sweater on his bed. God, his scent is everywhere in here and you just want to wallow in his bed- but you can’t. He’ll probably get mad that your scent is all over his things and then he’ll have to wash it all and just- no.
So instead, you control yourself and leave his room immediately, shutting the door behind you like it had been before you’d opened it and entered moments ago.
Later in the night, before you find yourself about to get a shower, Bucky knocks on your door. “Here, this is all i got right now.” He tosses you the slightly worn out shirt before closing the door back, and heading back to his room. You hear his door close, then you lock yours. The scent of the shirt is intoxicating. You’re not sure how you’re going to live without Bucky’s scent when this is all over with. You just know that he’ll move you back into your place after your next heat. You just know that he’ll never warm up to you. It’s just been a week, and there’s hardly any progress being made.
After your shower, you tug the shirt on, and notice there’s a few holes in the black material of it. You smile at the warmth it provides you before cuddling into your bed. You’re finally able to sleep, and it doesn’t take you long, as you dream of being able to finally cuddle up to Bucky- his hand holding yours, and his lips pressed to your skin.
Bucky on the other hand, is driving his own self crazy. He forgot to wash the sweater you’d been sleeping in, or around, for the past week and it’s sitting in his laundry basket in the corner of his room. Your scent is swirling around his room and making it hard for his inner alpha to sleep- let alone concentrate on sleeping. “Maybe if i stop breathing then i’ll be able to sleep,” He huffs out with a roll of his eyes, and a he rolls onto his back- staring up at the blank ceiling. “She needs to hurry up and leave.” Bucky mumbles, before closing his eyes and trying to drift off.
Once he does fall asleep, he dreams of nothing. He can’t even remember the last time he has dreamed…
“Bucky, i made you your favorite pie.” You smile brightly as you place the small, round plate down in front of him on the table. You then hand him a napkin and a fork with a bottle of water. You continue to smile even when he looks up at you, even though you want to quit trying your best efforts in getting him to love you- or at least like you. “Thanks, been awhile since i’ve had this.” He immediately digs into the pie, and once you see that he’s not going to shame you for how bad it tastes, you’re scurrying back into the kitchen.
You’ve always been told how good alphas- mates- will cherish and praise you for your work. Whether that be baking, cooking, cleaning, during sex, on an assignment, at work, anything. Your mother told you that, and she said to never settle for less. Yet, here Bucky is, muttering a few ‘thank you’s’ here n’ there for all you’ve done over the past week.
It’s been two weeks currently since you’ve moved in, and you’ve tried everything in your best power to get Bucky to hold your hand, cuddle with you on the couch, scent you, or cook with you at least. Hell, even sitting a less space further apart on the couch would be a good step forward, but you’ve had no luck. It’s like he just doesn’t care a single bit about you, and you’re beginning to worry how he’ll actually act once you’re on your heat- which is something that you’ll need his help with, something that you’ll have to count and rely on him to help you with.
You’re fucking worried but also, you’re scared and you’re disappointed. You thought that maybe he’d be less stoic, less cold by now, but he’s not. It’s the same old routines as the first week, and it’s the same small touches. Accidental brushes of fingers, bump ins late at night, and knees that touch under the dinner table. He still gives you a sweater or a shirt, but that’s it.
What you don’t know, is Bucky is conflicted. He sleeps with the used sweater that you gave back to him. It has your scent all over it, and it helps him his alpha sleep better. He purposely runs into you at night in the kitchen, and the accidental touches have his inner alpha needing more. But him?
He’s still not sure.
You know your heat will probably hit within the next three weeks or so. It’s been three weeks that you’ve been here now, and things are still remotely the same. Except for when Bucky finds you asleep on the couch some days after he returns home from work or the store, and he wraps you up. As long as you don’t see or feel him being affectionate, he has nothing to worry about. He’s still confused as ever, he still needs more time, but he’s sure it’s just his inner alpha causing the dilemma in his head.
But a part of him wants to just bury his face in your neck and hold you close when he sees you asleep like that. It’s my inner alpha, is what he tells himself. It’s got to be.
“Hey, i need you to do me a favor tomorrow.” Bucky speaks up after he swallows a bite of his food. You halt your movements and look up at him. “Yeah?” He messes with his food on his fork, then finally looks up at you. “Can you go to the store for me? I won’t be home until later, and i’ll be tired seeing as tomorrow is a rough day. I know you’ve not been out much because you’re alway tryna do stuff around here. Go out and get some groceries, buy you something. I’ll leave my card here.” He mumbles before he takes another bite of his food.
He trusts me enough to use his debit card? Well, there’s at least trust in this…..relationship(?).
“Okay, i’d love to get out. What time will you be home?” You begin back at cutting your chicken, which gives him time to answer. “After five, don’t worry about dinner. I’ll pick something up for the two of us. You just worry about groceries.”
So that was the plan. You go to the store, get groceries, buy something you want, come back home. It’s a ten minute walk to the nearest shopping center- which consists of clothing stores, two grocery stores, and such. You stopped by a clothing store and bought a new pair of sweats and a new dress, then you went to the grocery store. You bought the few groceries you needed, then started your walk back home. Luckily, you two didn’t need much, which was probably why Bucky allowed you to go- considering you had to walk. But if only he’d known that some pesky alphas would be tailing you the whole time, maybe he’d have rethought things. Maybe he would’ve gone, or maybe he would’ve went with you when he got home. Who knows?
“She’d make a good one, wouldn’t she?” One of the men mutter behind you. No matter how fast you try to walk, they just don’t seem to get away from you. And you can only go but so fast with these stupid groceries in your arms. “Yeah, nice and round with my baby….be a good little house wife.” The second alpha sounds more sinister, and you’re so so fucking glad that you’re two doors down from Bucky’s house right now.
You manage to glance at your watch, and read that it’s 5:27pm. He should be home, he should be home- HIS CAR! You fill with relief once you see that Bucky’s car is indeed home in the driveway, and your steps get even faster. “Oh, don’t run little omega. Come on, pretty thing.” The more sinister man says, and you bolt up the brick stairs.
With both of your arms full and not being able to move your hands, you kick the door with your foot.
You’re scared because you can feel the men getting closer to you, and you know they’ll pounce at any second. You kick the door again, a bit harder, and finally Bucky swings the door open. “Why didn’t you-.” His words stop once he hears the loud beating of your heart, something he’s not heard since you first met him, since you met Sam and Steve, or since you made him his first meal as you waited patiently beside him to see his reaction. He doesn’t like this reason though, and his inner alpha loses it.
He sees the two sleazy men behind you, and in a heart beat, he has you behind him and in his house. Not that he needs to stand up straighter, but he does, and he’s immediately a couple of inches taller which has the younger and shorter alphas below his stairs cowering. “You didn’t touch her, did you? Because if you fucking did…” Bucky’s words stop as his left hand raises. His lips are turnt upwards into a near snarl-like gesture and the two alphas stumble back. “We didn’t know-.” “You don’t do any lady like that. Mated or not, dating or not. Get the fuck away from my god damn house!” His voice roars loud enough that you’re sure several neighboring houses can hear him, but Bucky doesn’t care. The two younger alphas run off in the direction they came from, and after Bucky watches them disappear, he’s slamming the door and taking the groceries from your arms.
“You okay?” He refrains himself from hugging you, holding you, comforting you. Because he’s scared that he’ll cave in if he does, and he’s still utterly confused. He’s still cold. “Yeah, thanks.” You mumble before you follow him to the kitchen to help him put the things away. “They didn’t touch you, right?” It’s not that Bucky isn’t a caring person, but knowing that he does care about you in some form, warms you up a bit. But it’s still not how things should be by now. “No, i’m okay.”
Bucky turns to you as he watches you unpack a bag of groceries, then his eyes go over to the one that is from a different store. “Uh, what did you get?” He himself then begins to unpack a grocery bag to help you. “Oh, some new sweat pants and a uh….a dress. Just incase i go out, or we might. I don’t know.” You mumble your last three words, and Bucky can sense your emotions change from one of timid-ness to something of disappointment and sadness. “Oh, that’s nice. Uh, got my card?”
You hand it over to him once you pull it out of your pocket, and he thanks you. “Yeah, no problem. Thanks for the clothes.”
You can feel it. You can feel it coming.
And oh are you fucking nervous, scared, worried, and upset. You can’t help the few tears that soak into your skin as you sniffle. You just want him to like you. Why doesn’t he like you? Why can’t he just- why is he so cold?
Your heat is coming, and it’s going to be bad. You’re going to need Bucky more than you have this entire near month and a half of living with him, and you’re worried. Will he still be cold and do just the bare minimum for me? Will he not care at all and just leave me to suffer? He wouldn’t do that, right??
A soft knock comes from your door, and your head snaps up. “Yeah?” Your voice sounds horrible where you’ve not talked in a few hours. Why would he talk to you anyways? Not like he needs- or wants- to. The door then pops open and Bucky sticks his head in. Once his eyes meet yours in the dim lit room, he feels his heart ache a little. Why?
“Hey, you okay?” His eyes soften a bit and you nod your head, “yeah, just uh tired. Haven’t been sleeping all that well.” You let out a soft chuckle and Bucky nods, diverting his eyes to the floor then back to you. “Okay, well i came to say goodnight. Try and rest some.” And with that, he closes the door and he’s gone; just as fast as he came.
As Bucky walks back to his room, which is only a couple of doors down from yours, he can’t help but feel a little upset that you lied to him. He knows you’ve been getting perfect sleep at night, he’ll often go in and check on you- his inner alpha and all making him. He’s seen you sound asleep, and he knows that you are. He can tell by your breathing. So why did you lie, and what is the truth?
The pain hits suddenly when you’re cooking dinner two nights later. The spoon falls from your hand and onto the floor along with you when a pain shoots through your lower abdomen. Bucky isn’t home right now, he’s still working, and he said he might stop by the bar to grab a drink or two before heading home. And here it starts. The lonely journey that shouldn’t be, well, lonely. You manage to pull yourself up by the stove handle, and brace yourself. It’s not even fully started yet and you’re already crippling over in pain.
Thankfully the food is done, but you suddenly don’t have an appetite anymore, and you were only making it for you since Bucky is to eat at the bar. This usually happens with you on your heat, though. Your appetite becomes little until your other needs are satisfied. Usually you don’t eat much because you never do get your needs met, but you’re used to it by now.
Another pain shoots through your abdomen and you whine while clutching the counter top. You slowly lean forward and place your head on the cool counter top. You let out a shaky breath as you try to focus on anything but the pain, but it’s hard.
After a minute or two, you manage to take the pan off of the stove and turn it off. You then sluggishly walk over to the couch and plop down onto it. You curl up, not wanting to move, and then it hits you. The thoughts of how good Bucky can take care of you, how good he’d feel on you- in you. How you wish he were here right now, you’d be pounced onto him in a heart beat, grinding your hips into his. The feeling of his cock is probably other worldly.
But would he help? You don’t care, your inner omega is needy- you’re needy- and you need Bucky. You need him now.
If I text him will he answer? It’s worth a shot.
Then you remember that your phone is charging on the other side of the room. “Fuck!” You curse loudly, your voice a bit weak and it cracks a little. You contemplate on getting up, but would it be worth the pain and effort? Would Bucky, the alpha- “your alpha”- come to your rescue in your time of need, when he’s been so cold and bitter towards you this entire time?
You make up your mind and gently roll off of the couch. You dodge the coffee table and crawl over to the small desk that sits near the hallway entrance. Once you reach it, you yank your phone cord and your phone flies into your hands. You then hurriedly, with a little struggle, open your phone up to your text messages.
You’ve not had to text Bucky much, but it’s usually been about dinner or work related things. The occasional text from him asking if you’re okay or if you need anything, but that shit is rare. You shakily type the message- you’re nervous. What if he just doesn’t care? What if he stays out longer just to make you suffer?
You soon manage to type- need you home now please, it’s urgent.
But you don’t send it. You stare at it for a minute, thinking. Your mind sends you into a frenzy, and you clear out the message. He won’t come. He won’t care.
You stuff your phone into the back pocket of your jeans, and pick yourself up the best way you can.
He won’t want to help me. It would just be a fucking chore to him. I would be a chore. I am a chore to him.
You place a hand on your tummy as you sluggishly walk to the kitchen, the cramps and pains getting even worse. You know medicine won’t help, so you don’t bother to look for any. You just get a container out and place the food in it.
After the food is in the dish, you snap the lid on and rinse out the pan. You’re not bothering with washing it. You’ll do it later, maybe…you’re not sure if you’ll even be able to get out of bed later. You then grab one of the purple sticky notes that Bucky has laying on the counter, and a pen. You write- cooked too much food, so if you’re hungry you can eat it. Then you stick the note onto the container that you’re leaving on the kitchen counter for him to find.
With the last bit of energy you have left, you walk to your room. You know it’s only around 5:30pm, and Bucky won’t be home for another hour or so. After all, he does have the day off tomorrow and he probably wants to spend it with his friends and not you. You’re not going to bother him, he wouldn’t care anyways. You just ease into your room, shut and lock the door, before collapsing onto your unmade bed. You don’t even feel like peeling out of your jeans or clothes even though you’re a bit warm, and the horniness is kicking in, you’re just so weak from not eating.
You hate your heats.
You manage to flip over and pull your phone out of your pocket. You then lay it on your beside table with a slightly loud thud. You lay still for a few minutes, only focusing on breathing and trying not to focus on the ache and burn in between your legs- the thing that won’t go away without someone else’s help.
Another sharp pain bursts through you and you whine loudly, curling up into a ball in your soft bed. The covers and sheets are too soft. You hate it. The one thing you don’t hate right now, is Bucky’s shirt that he gave you two nights ago. It still smells like him, and when you finally get your hands on it, you’re shredding your own clothes off.
Chest heaving, slightly sweaty skin, and with an ache in your core, you place his shirt over your body- not on you, just laying on top of you. It’s close enough that you can get full whiffs of his scent each time you inhale, and it brings you a bit of ease.
Your fingers wander down, down, down until they get to your soaked cunt. Maybe i can just relieve a bit of the ache like this. You hope you can anyways.
You legs spread a bit and then your fingers begin to play with your clit. Your back arches slightly and your mouth drops open as you cling on to his shirt in you hand that lays on top of your hot body. You’re so sensitive already, and you can’t help but let your mind wander to thoughts of Bucky- your alpha.
How he’d fill you full for the days during your heat, maybe even if you’re lucky he’d give you his knot. Your fingers work faster and faster, a steady pressure is then applied to your clit as you play with your swollen pearl. You can’t help the low cries that escape your lips, and a low whine of “Bucky” passes them as well.
You know this isn’t going to help all that much, but maybe you’ll be able to sleep a little after you orgasm. Your fingers aren’t as good as Bucky’s cock would be, but it’ll have to do.
Your legs begin to close as you work yourself closer to your orgasm. Your other hand is clutching your boob through the material of his shirt. You’re nearly there, nearly there. Just a little bit more and you’ll cum.
You pinch your nipple and with a cry of Bucky’s name, you cum. The pain throughout your lower abdomen and the ache in your core soothes a bit. You know it won’t last long before you’ll have to orgasm again, but you plan to sleep until that time comes.
You bring your tired hand up and rest it on your covered tummy- your juices getting on his shirt. Bucky is sure that he wouldn’t complain about it, if only he knew what you just did.
Before you know, you’re fast asleep. The hard orgasm you had moments prior to has knocked you out, and with you being weak from the lack of food already, it has caused you to drift off to sleep rather quickly.
Bucky isn’t planning to come home until around ten. He’s having a night out with his friends, but he’s not planning on getting drunk. He thinks since you’ve not messaged him that you’re fine, that if you needed him or if you wanted him back, you’d text him. He’s wrong. He- his inner alpha- only hopes that you’ll text or call him. Just his inner alpha, not him.
“You’re sure you’re not falling for this girl?” Sam inquires once more before Bucky finally glares at his friend. “I’m not.” He then takes another swig of his beer and the food is brought to their table. “There you guys go. Enjoy.” The girl sends Bucky a wink, but he can’t help but to only feel slight disgust at what she did. Why?
“Hey, look, let’s just enjoy our food and quit talking about problems.” Tony says before he starts chowing down. Bucky then lightly slams down his beer bottle, “she’s not a problem.” Sam looks at Steve and Steve looks at Natasha. Natasha tries her best to maintain her smirk. “Okay, so she’s not a problem. Let’s stop talking about….mates then.” Tony corrects himself with a smart attitude before digging back into his food.
Bucky doesn’t deny what Tony says, he doesn’t raise his voice again, he just huffs and takes another sip of his beer. “You do nice work, Natasha.” Sam says with a smile, and Bucky just glares at him again. “Stop it.” “Stop what? Just talking about the mating program, not anything in particular.” Sam quickly hides his smile before he takes a bite of his food, and Wanda light snickers. “Yeah, her work is nice isn’t it?” Steve smirks as he wraps an arm around Natasha, Bucky only rolls his eyes.
If this is how the night is going to go, then he might be leaving early.
“Y/n? I’m home.” Bucky says a little quietly when he walks through the door- seeing as it’s nearing 10:30pm and he did not come home early. He soon notices that the kitchen light is still on, that the waterfall lamp is still on, and your phone cord is plugged into the wall in the living room. He shuts the door as he takes a look around some more, then he locks it.
He shrugs off his coat and tosses it over the back of his couch, his boots come off next and he kicks them near the door. “Y/n?” Bucky hums out as he makes his way into the kitchen. He sees the container sitting on the counter and he walks over to it. He reads the note- cooked too much, so if you’re hungry you can eat it. His brows furrow as he takes off the note and rolls it up, soon tossing it into the trash. He picks the container up and looks inside of it.
He sees that you made his favorite pasta, and he smiles without really paying his action much attention. He then snaps the lid back onto the container, double checks that it’s secure, and then places the food in the fridge for tomorrow- I’ll eat it for lunch, he thinks.
He remembers that there are dishes in the sink, so he quickly walks over and heads to check the dishwasher. He knows you hardly ever use it because you rather wash things mostly by hand- as you told him weeks ago-, so he knows that it’s empty before he even opens it. When he opens it, he is indeed met with an empty dishwasher.
He takes it upon himself to then load it up, and once he’s done with that, he places in some detergent, then starts it. He begins cleaning up the sink, and suddenly finds it in himself that it’s a bit weird how you didn’t clean up the little mess you made- because you usually do-, but he’s not upset about it.
How can i ever be upset at you- that’s the alpha speaking here- he thinks.
After he cleans up the sink, he double checks the dishwasher, then he turns off the lights. He decides to leave the lamp on in the living room incase he comes back in here or you stumble into the kitchen later for a snack, and walks over to the hallway. With a small head tilt, he looks down the hall and he sees that there’s only a small light coming from within it.
His eye brows furrow, and he starts to walk towards your door. Once he gets half way down the hall, something hits him. He inhales a deep breath and his face changes into panic. You’re in pain.
Who hurt her? What happened? Is she okay? God, what if she’s dead?!
It’s all the alpha speaking.
He then paces towards the door and finds it locked. Maybe you locked it because you were home alone during the night? Bucky usually doesn’t leave you home alone at night, so maybe you were just scared? No, but you’re hurt.
“Y/n!?” Bucky’s voice is loud through the door, and you whine. You knew he had entered the house about twenty minutes ago, you just weren’t sure where he went or what he has been doing the whole time. But right now, as soon as you hear him outside of your door, it takes everything in you not to go and unlock it. “Y/n? Are you hurt?” He’s so dumb, you think. “No…” it comes out as a whine, and Bucky knows that something is wrong.
“Fuck….” he mutters under his breath. “Let me in!” He sounds panicked, why is he panicking?
“I’m okay, i’m fine.” You mumble loud enough for him to hear, but then another pain shoots through your tummy. “Fuck….” you whimper and then the door is busted down and in comes a panicked Bucky. His eyes finally find you on your bed, clad in nothing but his shirt haphazardly covering you, but you don’t even care.
You’re bare before him, your alpha, for the first time, but you don’t even care. You’re so hot, in such a fucking mess that you don’t. care.
“Oh.” His tone is now changed, but his eyes stay on your face. You watch him swallow hard, and his breathing becomes heavy. “Bucky….don’t worry ‘bout me, i’ll be okay.” You sit up a bit, and go to cover yourself up fully, but he stops you. “No, you’re not shutting yourself inside this room and hiding from me.” It’s a near growl, but you can’t help to giggle a bit through the pain. “Don’t think i can now anyways. You broke the door.” You point and he just rolls his eyes as he crawls onto your bed.
You have the instinct to back up to the headboard, but he’s quick to place a tender hand to your thigh. His left hand holds him up as he stares into your eyes, and he watches you gulp. “Let me?” The words barely pass his lips before you nod, and his lips are on yours within a second. You’ve thrown yourself at him and he catches you, your skin is so warm, and he whines at the taste of you.
You taste like wild berries. And Bucky loves it.
He loves it.
His hands are roaming all over your body and your core is already grinding over his forming bulge in his jeans, your slick coating the material as he hardens under you. “Omega, slow down.” He mumbles against your lips after the two of you pull away. You’re breathing heavily and your hands are tangled in his long hair.
His eyes study your face for a moment before your lips are slammed back onto his. He’s never had an omega so eager before, but he loves it. His hands mold onto your body, they’re quick to find perfect placements on whatever part he can hold. “You’re so precious, omega.” Bucky mumbles as he begins to shed off his clothing. You’re quick to flip over, and he knows you don’t need any type of foreplay, that doesn’t mean he’s not going to give it to you.
“So gorgeous.” His words are airy, but all you’re focused on is the sound of his jeans being thrown across the room. “Alpha, fuck me.” You whine, your cheek then buried into the sheets as you wait- shaking your ass from side to side to try and lure him in.
A large growl is echoed through the room, then a smack is placed on your right ass cheek. “Fuck!” You whimper with a jolt, and he does it again. “Why didn’t you call me?” He asks as he runs his left hand over the spine of your back. You bury your cheek deeper into the soft sheets, but that’s soon gone once his hand wraps around the back of your neck and pulls you up. “I asked why you didn’t call? I would’ve came and fucked your pretty little brains out all you wanted. Why didn’t you call?” His breath is hot against your skin as he speaks, then his lips are all over your neck.
“B-because i didn’t want to bother you. Didn’t think you cared about me.” You mumble, and he scoffs before he shoves you back down.
Bucky isn’t going to admit it now, he’ll do that later, but he wants you to stay with him. He wants you to stay for as long as you will. He really does care about you.
He soon lays down on the bed so that his face is under your pussy. He is quick to arrange you so that you’re sitting on his face, and he wastes no time in eating you out. A squeal erupts from your throat at the shocking feeling of his tongue and lips, but you soon start to grind and hump his face. You can feel the smirk against his lips as he eats you out, and the stubble- which is nearly a beard- is rubbing across your skin. Oh how that’s going to help you remember later how good he finally treated you.
“Bucky- Alpha! Please! Oh god! It feels so fucking good!” You moan as you ride his face, his tongue lapping up all you’re giving him. He sucks and hums against your clit, and in his mind he’s thinking you’re the best damn thing he’s ever tasted. “So good, ‘mega.” He growls against your slick folds as he tongue fucks you, his nose rubbing against your swollen clit. One of your hands is tightly grabbing the sheets while the other is in his hair. “Cum for me, cum for me kitten.” He mumbles, and you can feel it.
And it’s so much better than anything you’ve ever been given- better than anything your pussy has ever been given. It’s nearly overwhelming the way he’s devouring your pussy, but you absolutely fucking love it. You love the way his mouth feels on you, and you know that you’ll become addicted over the next few days.
You can now feel the coil tightening within your tummy, the pain you were experiencing earlier is now faded, and with a loud cry and a pull of his hair, you’re cumming all over Bucky’s face. Your hips buck and your pussy walls clench around nothing- which is about to be filled with his cock- as you cum, and you can’t help the loud moan of his name that rolls off of your tongue once he licks a long, slow stripe up your pussy- from your quivering hole, up to your pearl- making sure he gets every last bit of your nectar that he can.
This makes Bucky chuckle, knowing you’re just as whipped as he is- even if it has taken him nearly a month and a half to figure it out. “My good girl.” He praises before he presses a kiss to each of your inner thighs, then he lifts you up a bit more so he can move. You nearly collapse, wobbling like Bambi, but Bucky keeps you upright so he can line his hard length up with your cunt.
“Can’t wait to make you mine, omega.” He tells you before he starts to push into you. Your pussy sucks him in instantly and he groans, he can’t help it. The feeling of you is like no other, and he knows that he doesn’t want to let you go.
He’ll tell you that later.
“Feel so good, ‘mega. Gonna make this pretty pussy cum again, this time on my cock.” His hands are then placed on your hips as he bottoms out, your pussy squeezes him tightly and he nearly has trouble pulling all the way out so he can thrust back in. “So tight, so fucking wet.” He then thrusts all the way back in with a snap of his hips and it jolts you forward. If it wasn’t for his grip on you, you’re nearly sure you would’ve hit your head on the head board and knocked yourself out. “Alpha!” You moan, your hands grabbing his that are on your hips as your cheek presses further into the mattress.
Bucky then sets a pace- his hips slamming into the back of you as he fucks you. He knows you want it hard, he can tell by how tight you’re squeezing him and your little moans- he loves those moans. “That’s it, kitty. Just like that, scream for me.” His voice is so gruff it has your pussy fluttering around him. The tone and the words and just him. Oh you love this, you love every bit of it. If only it were real.
“Alpha, oh fuck!” You moan loudly once he hits your g-spot. He does it again, and again, and again until he just loses count of how many times you squeal and make those beautiful noises for him- knowing he’s hitting that spot that is making you sing. “So pretty, omega. Kitten, you look so good like this.” He admires you from above. He can see a bit of drool slipping from your lips and he sees that your eyes are fluttering back into your head, right before they close. You look so blissed out and he’s so glad to know that he’s the one who’s doing this to you. He wants to be the only one ever again to do this for you and to you. “Bucky….harder. Alpha, please!?” You swallow hard right before his thrusts pick up, and it takes you by surprise by how much harder he fucks into you.
You know you’re going to have bruises, but you’ll have them for the next few days if the sex is like this through your whole heat. “Like that, kitty? Want it rough? Little kitten likes it rough, huh?” He’s panting a little bit now with how hard he’s giving it to you, but you don’t care. You find everything about this man absolutely hot, sexy, and you’re infatuated. You don’t care and your mind is in a haze anyways. You can barely think about what day it is.
“Yes.” It’s a strangled, pleasure filled cry, and once he grabs your wrists and pins them to your back, it’s over. His other hand grabs your neck and pulls you up off of the bed again, just a bit, and his cock rams into you from a new angle. “Oh yes yes yes yes!” You squeal, feeling your second orgasm coming. “That’s it omega, cum for me. Cream on my fucking cock!” He grunts, and his hand on your neck squeezes a little tighter. Your pussy flutters one last time around him before you cum. Your gasps and moans fill the air as you fall apart on Bucky’s thick cock. He’s never felt so good in his life, and he’s cumming right after you. “Fuuuuck.” He drawls out as he cums, and your name falls right out of his mouth too.
“Bucky, oh god i feel so full.” You whimper once you think the last spurt of his hot cum shoots inside of you. Within a few seconds, it’s trailing back out and down your thighs, quickly coating his balls as well. “Shit.” Bucky curses, pulling out his cock with a lewd pop. He then gently lays you down onto the bed, and he snuggles up beside you. He watches as you slowly ease down onto the bed, your back not arched anymore, and he then pulls you close to him. “Feel okay?” He softly rubs your upper back as he watches your eyes flutter shut, a small smile on your face. “Yeah, feel better. Thanks.” You mumble. “It’s my job.”
Yeah, it’s actually a job. It’s a job you don’t get paid for and i’ll have to leave after it’s over with. Silly me.
Little do you know, he doesn’t mean it like that. It’s not like that.
Bucky’s eyes then trail over your back, and to your ass. He catches sight of some bruises forming, but he knows that you’ll be okay. He’ll take care of you if you let him. He then notices his shirt laying above the two of you on your pillow. He lazily picks it up, but catches a whiff of your arousal on the fabric. “Did you- did you play with yourself and uh….cum on my shirt?” He asks as he looks at the material.
“I didn’t cum on it, must’ve wiped my hand on it by accident. Sorry.” He’s not upset, he finds it a bit hot if he’s being honest. He’s never had someone so hung up over him, but he loves it. He’s just as hung up over you as you are him- little to your knowledge- and even he was oblivious to his feelings until tonight. His hand continues rubbing your back, and he can tell that you’re a little spent from the round of sex prior because of how at ease you are now. He then tosses the shirt at the broken door before he’s flipping you over and onto your back- an idea popping into his head. “Why don’t i clean you up, then i can reheat that food you cooked? I know you’ve not eaten, i can tell, and you need to, omega.” A lazy smile pulls on Bucky’s lips as he gently rubs your outer thighs with his thumbs- he’s in between your legs. “Yeah, that would be nice.” You agree with him.
Bucky plans on taking care of you for the rest of your heat, and even after that. If you let him.
“You’re warm.” You mumble, burying your head further into Bucky’s chest. He chuckles and you can feel the vibrations from it in his chest. “Yeah, and you’re already horny again.” You lightly smack your lips before you roll over to straddle him, his cock hard underneath you. “Someone else is, too. Can i be on top?” You lightly run your nails over his pecs as he adjusts himself- his hands then placed on your bare hips. “Mm, do you think you have enough strength to go that long, kitty?” He smirks up at you, his eyes twinkling in the low light. “Yeah, i think i do.” “You think it’ll fit?” He grasps your hips tighter and grinds you down on top of him, a small whimper falling pass your lips. “Yeah, it has the past two days.” “But i’ve been fucking you, you’ve not been fucking me.” His left hand comes up and pinches your hardened nipple and you pout. “Alpha….don’t taunt me.” You dig your nails a bit harder into his pecs before he stops grinding you over his cock.
“Okay then, kitty. Take what’s yours and start bouncin’.”
Bucky’s fingers lightly dance over your skin as you sleep on top of him. He’s never fell in love so quick. Your scent drives him up the wall, your touch sends him into a spiral, everything about you has him wanting more. And whatever you’ll give him, he’ll take. He was dumb to not realize it before your heat started, but he’s liked you ever since he saw you- smelled you. That moment you walked into Natasha’s office, he knew that you’d be his. Well, his inner alpha did, but Bucky himself was in denial.
Now, he wants to give you the world, and he will try to as long as you let him. He just hopes that he didn’t shove you away in the process of him being a stubborn bitch. He hopes you’ll let him hold you even on the nights when your heat isn’t there. He wants to cook along beside you, watch tv cuddled up with you, go on walks while holding hands. He wants to kiss your lips, touch every inch of your skin whether it be hot or cold, soft or dry. He doesn’t care. He wasn’t every part of you, and he needs you.
He just hopes that you need and want him, too.
It’s the day after your heat. That means Bucky is going to kick you out. Funny thing is, he left for work as usual this morning. He pressed a kiss to your head and with a wave, he was out of the door.
You’re sad and hurt, but what else could you expect from this?
You have most of your stuff packed, and you called Steve- since you and him have gotten close over time and Natasha is working- to help you carry it back to your place. Since you don’t have a car, he’s going to drive you over.
It’s now nearing three, and you’re expecting Steve to arrive at any time.
As you shove the last item in your bag, you look around the room. Bucky took the door off the hinge that it was attached to after he broke it down, the room looks bare now that all of your things are gone from the dresser and vanity.
You sigh and zip the bag up. You never even got to wear the dress. You were hoping you would, but again, this was all just useless.
As you’re putting the bag onto your shoulder, you hear a car door. You hurriedly grab two more bags and rush out to the living room. Once you swing the door open, you see Steve. “Hey!” You greet him, and he instantly smiles, but it falters, “you sure you want to go?” “Yeah, just feel like it’s best.” You say with a sad chuckle. Steve nods and says no more, he only helps you tote your things out to his car.
Once you two get everything settled in the trunk, you begin to walk back into the house one last time. “Hey, i’ve got to grab something. I’ll be right back!” You shout to Steve before he hops into his drivers seat. “Take your time!”
You instantly walk back into the kitchen, and spot the purple post it notes. You grab the same pen you always use, and start to write.
Bucky, it was nice getting to know you, it’s been good. Never thought you’d warm up to me or even be willing to help, but i’m glad I got matched with you. I’m sorry things couldn’t work out, guess you just didn’t want someone like me. I really was hoping things would be different, because i really like you. Anyways, wish you the best- y/n
With a wipe of a tear from your eye, you snap the pen shut and stick the note onto his laptop that always stays on his counter. You sigh and take a look around the house before you head to the front door.
After one look back, you lock and shut the door with a thud. Steve looks up and sees you wiping your eyes, but he decides to just let it go.
Things will work out if they’re meant to be, right?
You soon open the passenger side door and hop in. “Hey, need to make a stop by Natasha’s office so i can tell her to get rid of the contract.” You tell Steve as you buckle your seatbelt. He nods, “whatever you want to do.”
So he takes you there, and it takes you only about fifteen minutes to get there, too. Steve tells you to go in, that he’ll talk to Natasha on her break which is in about an hour. “You sure?” “Yeah, i’ll drive back here. It’s no big deal!” You then head into the building.
Of course it’s the same as when you first came here, but this time you know where you’re going. So you go on up.
And once you get to her door, you knock. “Come in!” You open it and once she sees you, her face falls. “Y/n, what’re you doing here!?” She acts almost shocked to see you. Why?
“I’d like to shred the contract.” You state matter of factly. Her eyes widen a bit more, but she nods, “o-oh okay, uh yeah. Just give me a moment.” She then begins to shuffle through one of the filing cabinet drawers beside her, and once she finds yours and Bucky’s, she pulls it out. “Okay, you sure? Because once i shred this up, there’s no more rent being paid on your apartment, and you will be removed from the program and never be allowed to sign up again.” “Well, lucky for me, once i try it once and it turns out shit, i don’t want to ever try it again. Tear it up, Nat.” You reply, and you watch her.
Her fingers hesitate, but with one swift movement, they tear the several pieces of paper in half, then she places it in the shredder beside her. “It’s done.” She sighs, and she looks sad. “Thanks Nat, i’ll see ya later. Steve is dropping me off at my place.” You reply before giving her a side hug. “Okay, i’ll talk to you later.” Is all you hear right as you step out of her office.
It takes everything in you not to burst into tears when you finally walk out, but you manage to make it to the elevator with only a single tear that rolls down your cheek.
“Thanks Steve. You go see Nat, know you’ve missed her.” You mumble as you give him a quick hug. “Yeah, if you need anything, let me know. Don’t be afraid to come around.” He chuckles before he closes your apartment door, and your small smile drops. All of the emotion that you’ve been feeling since the morning is now crumbling onto you, and it hurts. You sink down to the floor and tears start to wet your cheeks. Why couldn’t it have just worked out?
You lean back against the wall nearest to you, and start to sob. You really got attached to Bucky, yet you weren’t good enough. Or maybe he just doesn’t want anything to do with an omega. Either way, it’s fucked and now you’re heartbroken.
“She WHAT?!” Bucky yells into his cell phone as he talks with Steve. “She thought you didn’t want shit to do with her, Buck. I mean, after the way you talked about her, i don’t blame her.” Steve replies and Bucky crumples the note up in his hand. “Fuck fuck fuck!” Bucky shouts as he plops down onto the couch, his phone still up to his ear. “You do know that even if the contract is split and torn, it doesn’t mean that you two are done, right? You can go to her apartment that’s on 276 Ironsdale Street on the fourth floor that’s room 409, and knock and talk to her. Right?” Natasha then speaks, and Bucky halts his panic. He hurriedly gets up and grabs a purple sticky note where you placed them at earlier in the day.
He then grabs the same pen you used and snaps it open, “what’s the address, and when will her apartment contract be renewed?”
A soft knock is placed at your door, and if you weren’t only a few feet away from it, you would probably leave it alone and let whoever is on the other side of it just go away. But since you’re on the floor and it’s nearly in reach, you scoot a little and unlock the knob. Before you can even turn the handle, the door swings open and you squeak. Bucky’s eyes meet yours and he sees the tears that stain your perfect cheeks and he sees how your pretty eyes are absolutely flooded with salty tears.
He slams the door shut before plopping to the ground and his arms are around you within seconds. “Angel, oh god, why?” He mumbles as he rocks you two back and forth. You’re a bit confused, but you don’t care. His touch is fucking heaven and you’ve missed it- even if it’s just been a few hours away from him. “Bucky….” you mumble into his jacket, but he just hugs you tighter. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m here and i’m not leaving, i’m not going anywhere.” He reassures you and you sniffle.
Your head then lifts from his chest and your eyes meet his, “really? Why?” He looks taken back, but his expression soon relaxes- remembering that you think he hates you and wants nothing to do with you. “Baby, i love you. I’m sorry i was so awful to you, and neglected you. I was such an asshole, an absolute, in denial prick. You’re the best girl i’ve ever had. I’d like to-.” He takes a deep breath before continuing, “i’d like to be your alpha, forever, and you be my omega. I’d like to take you out and get to know even more about you and you can know anything and everything you wanna know about me. Does that sound okay? You can even wear that dress you bought.” His hands gently grip your wrists and his thumbs rub soothing circles onto your skin.
Your eyes refill with tears again, but this time they’re happy ones. “Yes Bucky, i’d love that so much.” You throw your arms around his neck, and you sit in his lap. A huge smile comes across his pretty face that you’re sadly not able to see, but you’ll be seeing it in the future- many many times. “My omega, my beautiful girl. I’m so sorry.” He rubs your back through your shirt as he comforts you. “You’re here now Bucky and that’s what matters most. You came back for me, you actually care.” “Of course i do, everything i said over those days while you were in your heat weren’t lies. I was being truthful.” He presses a kiss to the side of your head as you relax into him even more.
“I also heard from a little birdie that your contract for your lease here isn’t renewed until a few days. So what do you say that me and you move you into my place? No more shitty apartment contracts, and we’ll get Steve and Sam to help, how does that sound, angel?” His words make you even more happy and you can’t help but hug him even tighter. “Yes, Bucky. I want that so much. I want you, baby.” And Bucky couldn’t be happier with his girl in his arms, finally.
And he knows that Natasha has already shredded up his papers at that lovely place she works at, because she knew that you two would work out.
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